Hunter of the Amazon #1

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Chapter 30 Pages 15-27

Wonder Woman was, once again, lead thru the necropolis. This time naked as the day her mother had formed her from clay, before Zeus had breathed life into her. She felt the well-worn stone beneath her bare feet as she walked. The only sound was of the torches sputtering. They ascended a different set of stairs emerging in the cool night air. The moon was full and the sky clear. Diana felt the cool air against her bare breasts, the nipple rings swaying as she walked, the cool air causing her nipples to harden.
Once again four Swiss guard flanked them and Diana had to keep her attention on the leash between her legs as the young pope walked behind her across the open ground.

Should she lag behind, there was not a lot to her small clit and a stumble or even lagging behind would cause the leash to rip the flesh leaving her in agony and without any female sexual stimulation. What was it with males and leashes anyways? Since her ordeal had started she had worn a bit and bridle, a collar and leash, it must be the male drive to control. So she had to keep her head down looking at the leash to ensure there was a loop of slack.

She was surprised that she was walked openly thru the night air, from the look of it, it was after midnight. Once again naked, the chafing clothing done she walked in silence, in the open where anyone could see her.

Alan smiled watching the muscles of her tight ass work as she walked. He had deliberately passed the leash between her legs so he could “Walk her’ from behind and be treated to the sight of the pagan woman walking with her head down as if in penance, while the moonlight shown the red welts on her shapely ass.

Together they mounted the steps to the chapel. To any who could see, a silhouette of a woman, head bowed, entering the sanctuary. Two guards with Halberds smirked as they snapped to attention, opening the large wooden door. As Wonder Woman stepped in, she felt the warmth within. The smooth marble still had the grit and grime of the feet walking across it she felt on the sole of her feet.

Despite herself she felt the arousal in the anticipation of the coming sex, or more exactly the coming orgasms. If Actaeon was nothing else, he was a well-practiced lover, having made an art of turning a woman’s physical pleasures against her.

The Guards stopped at the inner gate, as The pope walked Wonder Woman under the fresco of the ceiling. Scientists and artists had restored the ceiling where, in the 1700’s nudes had been painted over with fig leaves but now restored to show the nudity as art. Wonder Woman had to admit it was hard to believe that these works had been created by a man…however in every case woman was depicted as BELOW a man…

When they arrived at the altar, she paused, and felt the young man’s hand at her thighs removing the leash. 2 older looking “altar boys” removed the candles from the altar, as well as the white cloth revealing the smooth centuries old wood. Stylized “horns’ remained on the device, to which, in ancient time, an animal would be secured to for sacrifice.

The pontiff gave her a level gaze “not until you show your obedience…” he said with a warning in his voice, what he could possibly do she did not know, and did not think he knew.

She watched him wait expectantly and then with a sigh she went to her knees, staring at his bare, unwashed feet. He had said Magdalen had washed Christ’s feet with her tears…she had no tears, but he expected something some she knelt forward and slid her tongue up from the middle toe up the instep to the ankle. The taste was what she expected, salty, a slight tinny taste, different from Actaeon but in no way unpleasant. More humiliating then disgusting. She quietly began to lap, her palms flat on the floor as she moves her head up and down. She found she could lose herself in her own thoughts as she performed this duty.

He lifted his foot and allowed her to press her nose up between the toes and the ball of the foot, slipping her tongue between the toes to clean them each before sucking each toe. She was becoming so familiar with this she found herself panting and licking harder, running her tongue alone the sole from heel to ball and craning her head like a pet dog to make sure she coated the entire foot with her saliva. She paused to allow him to shift his weight before continuing with the other foot. It really was not at all unpleasant if it had not been for the humiliation. Were this someone she actually loved, she would offer to do it as a gift…but this was required, and it was not a gift but was expected of her with any male, animal or human.

When she finished the second foot, he allowed her to go back to the first and then the second again. Once she had massaged his foot thoroughly with her tongue, she allowed her hair to fall forward and dried them with her dark tresses.

“Get on the Altar Woman” The pope intoned.

This surprised Diana but she did not comment, she sat her bare arse on the smooth cool wood and swung her feet up…laying down “I am to be a sacrifice then?”

She felt his hands on her bare ankle and a cold metal shackle that fit tightly, as her ankle was secured to one of the horns “Think of it more as, a blessing” he smiled pointing up to the center fresco where Adam reached toward God “I figure that if I can do this, and no one stops us, then I am performing in the sight of God. On the other hand, should your…HERA, show up…” he winked taking her wrist and securing it over her head.

Wonder Woman was to be spread like an eagle, on the altar of the Lord. She could feel the young man trembling with excitement as she glanced toward the door, her naked body being stretched taught on the Altar. She hoped to see Flash, or Green Lantern or someone come thru the door and stop this nightmare. But there was no one. No one had come when her virginity was taken…and the area remained silent. It was becoming harder and harder for her to keep up any form of hope. She was pregnant with her enemy and rapist’s children, she was giving pleasure to, not only him but whomever he designated, on an almost hourly basis and she was rewarding with her body the very criminals she swore to defeat doing the very crimes she swore to defend against. And her only refuge was in the unwanted physical pleasures they forced on her.

Allen dismissed the Guard, just as Emmett had told him and now walked around the beautiful bound woman. As the cardinal had said, he had not even touched her and already her body exuded copious amounts of sexual fluid all over the polished wooden altar. Her body shimmered as he moved to each of the cardinal compass points with a pure white candle. One at each dainty bare foot, one at each bound helpless hand. Once finishes he awkwardly fumbled with his Surcoat, tugging at the belt until it loosened and he let it fall to the floor.

Wonder Woman was helpless but to stare at the young man before her. His body was unblemished, a soft alabaster white from being covered. Between his legs his length left a bit to be desired but his scrotum showed a full warm sac full of his seed. He had a swimmers build a bit…scrawny.

The young pope walked over, gazing but a moment on the bound woman before him. He looked up at the image of God and Adam “Lord, if this is not your will, stop me now before the event, but know that I mean only to have this woman as you meant her to be.”

Diana could not even struggle, they had her and there was no way out “What happened to not tempting the Lord thy God” as she gasps feeling his young hands again on her breast”

Allen slipped his left hand up her upper body to caress her throat. Diana could feel the smooth, warm hand, without a hint of a callous, scented with rose. Allen’s right hand cupped her chin, his left tracing her cheek coming to rest on the crown of her head firmly trapping her head in his hands “I do not believe this is tempting HIM…rather, he is testing, me...I ask only his guidance…Now will you be a good girl and be silent while I finish you off?” he smiled down at her.

Diana considered a moment, glancing to the door…no help...no one coming. She looked back and gave a quiet resigned nod.
Almost immediately his mouth sealed hers. His lips were soft and firm, an open mouthed hard kiss, not a soft timid one that made her amazon heart flutter with joy and her belly begin to burn with lust. Still holding her head firmly between his hands he pressed his kiss to her lips twisting his head as he ground his lips against hers, below him his erection firm and hard. Diana could feel the pressure on the hinge of her jaw, he wanted her to open her mouth so he could rape it with his tongue. Almost automatically her amazon lust opened her mouth and met his tongue as it thrust hers aside to explore her mouth she found herself suckling on it firmly; his warm slippery tongue thrust down to the back of her throat.

Diana’s amazon blood rushed to her nipples as the pontiff crushed his mouth to hers in a hard awkward but effective kiss that took her breath away, his tongue running over hers as he ground his lips against her mouth. She did not try to move her head and even began to respond as best she could though he controlled her head firmly, breathing his breath into her mouth.
When he came up for air, he panted and had a wild lustful look in his eye,

“Amazon Harlot…I knew you would bend to the will of a man. He spied her nipples, his mouth moving to them, giving a flat tongued lick that would have arched her back if she had not been trussed like a sacrificial lamb. Tugging helplessly at her bonds, making the, clank and rattle as she struggled, she obediently remained silent allowing him to suckle at her nipples pointing her toes as the sensation caused a fresh rush of her fluids from between her legs, onto the polished wood of the altar and she felt her strength diminish as more of her was sacrificed to a deity other than the Olympians. With as aroused as this man was, she was surprised he took time to coat each of her ripe breasts with his saliva and sample them.

Then she felt him move above her, mounting the altar, his warm body against her’s as he positioned himself to enter her. She gave him a half lidded look into his eyes as she felt him position his hips over hers, his head sliding between her nether lips, the sacrificial dagger poised to thrust into her body. When he arched, he slipped his dagger smoothly into her body, causing her to inhale and close her eyes throwing her head back over the edge of the altar with a bestial grunt as she sheathed him.
When her eyes opened she saw him smiling, she knew from the thick feeling between her legs this had been exactly the reaction he had hoped for. Pausing to grind his pubic bone against hers he began to withdraw and thrust.

“This is all I ever imagined, Amazon harlot…” he punctuated each phrase with a full thrust into her chained body “why do you resist your better” he grunted lifting up and thrusting again hard “REPENT and take you place at the feet of men.”

For Alan this had to be part of the Lord’s heaven. He wanted this and he enjoyed the feel of her slippery flesh around his length. She remained silent and obedient as he thrust, firmly into her, rocking her hard, the chains of her feet holding her as he entered, the chains on her wrists holding her as he withdrew.

This was for him and he knew it. He did not care, for the moment, about her pleasure, he was over 30 years old and had never known the flesh of a woman, how could anyone deny themselves this…this God given pleasure.

Diana felt his body and knew the was going to climax early. His arms sliding around her so her breasts pressed against his chest he ground down into her body and the dam broke. Another male claimed the amazon pussy, on an altar of a rival god…Above her she looked up to see the young unblemished man arching, his eyes closed, his pubic bone pressed against hers as he pulsed deeply within her, fulfilling his boast to have her. He filled her with his milky white seed, with nothing to stop him. Despite her passion she felt so small...so helpless…so USELESS as another rapist took what they wanted from her, doubt began to grow in her mind, perhaps she really did deserve this…even her body betrayed her as she felt the pang of her own growing lust denied as the male above her took his and left her behind.

The young pontiff paused with his length pressed as deep into as he could force it. He allowed the pleasure to wash over him. He was quite surprised that he did not feel regret, or guilt, rather he felt powerful…vindicated, in control. The Amazon whore lay beneath him…her body pleasuring him without regard to what she claimed she wanted, the pleasant sensation of his climax slowly subsided. He felt her warm body, now sticky instead of just slippery. He felt himself beginning to soften. For some reason that was pleasant, he could not thrust into her limp...but he wanted to go limp within her.

Still above her, watching her pant like an animal...like a dog, he smiled down “how does it feel my child...to be shown your place? You look like you wanted something more…” she smirked with a condescending voice, as if speaking to a young child.

Playing her part, though part of her was sincere when she looked up at him “Great Her…uh…good lord that is the most

pent up of any man who has…had me…”

Alan looked own at her, enjoying how she was stretched and helpless “You try going 30 years…but then you went several hundred didn’t you…why did you deny yourself this pleasure?

Wonder Woman swallowed, the warm weight of the man atop him “unlike you, who just get pleasure, a woman has to carry a child for 9 months and then provide for it…we…anything else we want to do is…it has to be put on hold while men get to go do what they want.”

The pontiff laughed “such is the will of the Lord, you were MADE that way woman. Perhaps as punishment for giving Adam the apple…you were made from the rib bone of a MAN, you were made FOR man, without use you would not exist…”

If she thought that was going to garner her sympathy, she was disappointed. The Pope began to dismount his human mare as he felt the cool air on his now wet scrotum and cock “You are to bring to birth the men who will run the world for our Lord…even Christ was MALE…” He dismounted the altar, watching her pant, her firm admen moving as his seed seeped between the soft smooth petals of her pussy. HIS seed, he had done that and she could neither stop it nor take it back. He waked around to her head his wet cock dangling in front of her “Yes, it is woman’s penance for having offered Adam the apple without telling him where it came from”
Diana laid back, she could feel his semen on her neathers “she bit her lower lip looking up at him “are we done?”

The young pontiff threw his head back and laughed, his voice echoing off the sanctuary walls before allowing his hands to return to exploring her body “Hardly, do you think I went 30 years for a…what is the expression, wham bam thank you ma’am?” he greedily squeezed her soft breast and ran his tongue up the side of her cheek “we have all night, and you have much penance to do and I do believe this is my reward. But I could not tell from how you asked that question” he smirked nuzzling the Adams apple of her throat as he continued to have his way with her “were you hopeful? Or disappointed?”

Diana felt filthy, dirty, her body shimmering, from the sweat he was putting her in, her ass slipping against the smooth waxed wood, even with Actaeon, she had not felt this…disgusted with herself…with the knowledge that every lewd crude gesture this man did with her, made her that much more keenly aware of her own desire to climax.

The pontiff stepped up to the head of the altar and pushed Diana’s forehead back. Diana was treated to an upside down view of the man’s limp cock and scrotum, still shimmering and wet with her own juices. The scent was pungent, but not unpleasant, Diana had performed oral on most of her sisters back on Thesimiscara, it was a mutual thing, consensual but she had tasted pussy before, the fact that this came from her own sex, was unsettling but, in her mind, it was not much different.

“Get to work woman” the Chief Shepard chuckled “you made the mess, now clean it up so I can have you again, I promise you a reward this time.” He said smugly.

His dangling length filed her vision as he stepped forward, pressing the soft folds of his scrotum against her nose. Timidly at first, Wonder Woman opened her mouth and began to lick the soft scrotum. As his thighs moved and his scrotum swayed she could catch glimpses of the door to the chappal from between his legs. It remained locked, no one came. No Flash, not Huntress, no Green Lantern. She imagined John up on watchtower right now…rutting with Vixen. Almost like being within a dream, she felt her mouth open and with a gentle suckle, pulled the soft orbs of the man above her into her mouth and into her cheeks like a human chipmunk. Once there her tongue began to wash his balls. A gentle suckling as she felt the head of his cock against her chin and her tongue began to gently roll her war, orbs within in her mouth.

Like his feet the taste was, different, but not unpleasant. She had always thought the act of tasting her own juices would be repugnant, deviant, yet now, looking up at the man’s Perineum…her nose pressed against the soft warm fess as it slide across the top of her nose, she felt her mouth water at the slightly sweet tangy taste of her own juices, mixed with the salty sweat of the man. The very taboo of it made her long for a climax as she suckled more firmly, moving her lips along the soft fleshy back to kiss the underside before suckling it gently back into her mouth.

The pontiff was amazed, unknown to him that Wonder Woman had been conditioned by the Cardinal and Actaeon Davies, he felt her bending to his will, the feel of her warm mouth heaven on his scrotum, the feel of her silken cheeks against his inner thighs and the sight of her bare body stretched out before him…he felt his arousal returning. “that’s it woman…serve your master” he said softly sliding his hand again over her bare arms back to her breasts. She was HIS…helpless…but even better, he was taming her, making her obedient to the will of man, and God. His hands slid over her body to again rest on her breasts. Yes he would take his time, let her continue to suckle his balls…His fingers again found her nipples…the harlots nipple rings still present as he slipped his pinky into each ring and lifted the soft flesh, distending the nipples. He found, to his pleasant surprised, that if he tugged, she would wince, or squirm, her mouth hungrily kissing and nuzzling him.

He tried doing what the internet had shown…caressing her, bending over to taste her flesh with his lips, he was learning, when he would kiss or pleasure she would respond with a moan, the most warm breath from her nostrils puffing against flesh that had never felt such a breeze before. Smug and self-assured he wanted to feel this, he stood above her, making her serve him. He had no idea how much time had passed but he was in no hurry.

When he stepped back, he was half erect, her lips leaving the flesh with a soft smack and a thin strand of her saliva connecting her lower lip to the bottom of his sack, as she panted.

For Diana, the princess, this was work, even when she had eaten out her sisters, those had been short intervals, and even though Actaeon had been using her mouth, the tongue, normally used to short bouts of activity, would get tired from the constant licking and suckling, though like any muscle her stamina was increasing the more she used it, it was still work.

Above her she saw the male step back and aim the head of his half erect cock at her face, she knew what to expect and she opened her mouth as he slid his shaft in to the back of her throat. The clean scrotum now mushed around her nose as she relaxed her throat. Actaeon had been training her to deep throat, and she let the shaft slide down the back of her throat, feeling him grip her under her arms to get leverage as he began to face fuck the helpless amazon.

The taste was the same, and she pressed her soft red lips around the base of his shaft, letting him do the work. In her self-despair, her mind continued to work, stray thoughts such as her ability to feel his quickening pulse as the blood pumped up the organ in her mouth. As he thrust down her gullet, she suppressed her gag reflex and swallowed, feeling his nuts softly bumping her nose… in all her dreams and nightmares, she had never pictured herself having this close a look at a male’s anatomy, but there was nothing she could do. The lives of her mother and sister were at stake, she kept telling herself that. She knew she was arousing the man, so he could mount her and rape her again, she hated herself for wanting that…if she didn’t get a climax soon, she would go insane, yet when she climaxed she would make him feel vindicated for all she had done, and likely encourage him to do this to other women. This was an attack on women’s rights…and she could do nothing.

Allen allowed himself to get fully hard, as much as he wanted to experience what it would be like to climax in her mouth…it was what was between her legs that was his prize.

He dismounted her mouth and once again took his spot above her on the altar. “Ready for round two?” he smiled.

Diana raised her head, she was pretty sure now that his cock had been in her mouth, there would be no more kissing. With him in a pushup like position, and her spread like an eagle beneath him, she was helpless but could see his erect shaft pointing between her legs. It had been a long dry spell for him and she watched him take himself in hand, still glistening with her salvia and gently nestle his head once more against her entrance.

His initial edge taken off, the Pontiff could afford to tease her a little. He enjoyed gently rubbing the head of his erection against her soft lips…watching them part and cling to his flesh, feeling the warm moist muscles as he readied to take her again. Her soft lips wrinkled and parted as he slid just his head between them.

Diana trued to lift her hips, the sensations were degrading but maddening. Teasing the pope lifted his hips “ah ah Ah Harlot….do you want something?” he chuckled, lording over her.

Diana felt hatred in her heart for a brief flesh, but her will quickly crumbled…”please…at least…don’t…”

The grinning man slipped the head of his cock out and instead slid the shaft up and down against her clit “That’s not very arousing…perhaps I should…play more?”

Finally a tear ran down her cheek, she knew what he wanted, and she also knew she was going to give it to him “Please…” she said, using his own words “Finish me off…”

Seeing Wonder Woman, the champion of ALL women, an amazon, weeping beneath him, sent the young pontiff’s hormones into over drive “there was that so…” He gritted his teeth and thrust into her viciously “HARD to say?”

With Diana’s motor having been revved for so long, the firm thrust made her world explode in pleasure as she felt her opening filled by a male. Her muscles stretched over her rapist’s cock and as her body went into over drive her mind went idle, all she could focus on was the bestial thrusting above her, within her.

She felt him lay down atop her, his weight pinning her as he slid his arms around her in an embrace. His lips went to her neck as he began to gently nuzzle and nip at the flesh, her pillow like breasts compressed against his firm chest.

Allen set up a firm Rhythm to take this woman…feeling her muscles clench his erection as his hips raised and feeling her relax as he thrust back down. Completely sheathed he began to experiment, shifting his hips left and right, up and down as he held deep within her so that her soft lips smeared her slippery juices over his groin.

As he experimented he found he could learn what she liked, what was even better, where his first lust had been over in less than 1 min, he found he could now continue, fully erect.

Diana’s first orgasm hit them both by surprise. Diana’s eyes flew open completely amazed at the force of her climax, while Alan was caught off guard as the woman’s muscles clenched at his shaft trying to pull it and his seed deeper into her womb.

While Diana rode out her orgasm, Alan was not done by a long shot. Diana began to pant heavily “please…please “she sounded breathless… like a runner who could not go another step. Alan’s reaction was to place his hand firmly over her mouth “Silence woman, a woman is SEEN and not HEARD, you will speak ONLY when spoken TO...do I make myself CLEAR” punctuating each statement with a thrust.

Diana’s eyes opened as the soft manicured hand sealed over her mouth forcing her to thru and catch her breath thru her nose. Her breathing became labored her eyes pleading, but the firm hand remained clamped like a muzzle over her mouth. She heard him speak and could only nod…pleadingly

For the pontiff, this was incredible, he could feel the hot breath pulsing against his hand as the woman beneath him trembled and struggled. He was only just beginning, the night young. Hi sacrifice secure, he left his hand in place and continued back to nuzzle her neck, a large red mark appearing each place he suckled on her neck.

For Wonder Woman, she began to grow desperate, she was breathing thru her nose, but it was work in addition to the thrusting she was getting from the male. The domination, like an amazon or a strongman, was driving her to another mind-blowing climax…She had heard from different people, about Auto erotic deaths…where people tried to deprive the brain of oxygen during climax, as it was supposed to make the climax even more intense…about breath control play.

She struggled…this was not equality, this was a woman being used...used as a toy as an object, but the climax was approaching like a freight train and she could not stop it. She tried to thrash her head, but the man’s hand kept her head controlled and her mouth clamped…

She felt him bite her neck again, his thumb flicking a nipple as he thrust again firmly and her climax triggered…she trembled beneath him as her vision began to go black…dark clouds floating in to obscure her vision.

The pontiff felt her second climax…. felt it last longer than the first…. he watched her. Arching up he kept his hand clamped but a moment over her mouth as he watched yer eyes flutter and close and watched her body go limp.

With a smirk he removed his hand and shifted position. Now that she was out cold…he pulled back slowly and SLAMMED his whole weight into her. Her body shook with the force.

Again he drew back And NOW” *THRUST* you WILL *THRUST* learn your PLACE! He trembled, his last thrust as hard as he could into her pelvis and felt his climax erupting…it pulsed again and again as he trembled above her.

Panting, limp but exhilarated. The young church leader dismounted her for the second time. He could see her chest heaving as her body fought to catch its breath. Smugly he struck her twice firmly against her cheek “Wake up harlot, I am not DONE with you yet….

Her head just rocked, as she lay unresponsive. Smiling his hand moved to her breasts, to slap them several times, taking a nipple ring to pull it up and twist. This managed to illicit a grown from the woman, and her back arched briefly “No I am not done with you by a long shot…

Feeling awkward but flushed with righteous victory, Pope Innocent XIV stepped his bare feet on to the marble floor of the sanctuary, feeling the grit and remembering the feel of the woman’s mouth on his feet. The air was pleasantly warm as he stood alone in the famous chapel. He looked up to the fresco painted by Leonardo Di Vinci himself, unaware of the security camera hidden in the ceilings to protect from vandals. He gazed at the centerpiece, of Adam, naked, stretching out his hand to God. And here he stood, naked, like Adam before God, with his… Eve…

The air felt nicely against his most skin, he felt secure that he had not done anything more, then what God had granted the beasts…and after all if this is how God provided for beasts…how much more would he provide for man. The old scriptures were true, about not feeling shame to stand naked before God…the feel of air about him was electrifying, it heightened his senses. He could feel the softest draft against his skin...the cool sensation of the sexual juices of the woman before him on his sexual organ.

Standing before the altar, the pagan princess stretched naked before him, his seed weeping from between her legs, he raised his hands over the prostrate helpless Wonder Woman and gave him thanks, and praise his words and song echoing off the empty chapel.
Looking down, Wonder Woman was still out cold, stretched taught as a bow string, naked as Eve herself on the day of her creation. Softly, reverently, he ran his hands down the length of her body. Caressing her…starting at her wrists…down slowly, enjoying the silken warm feeling of her slippery flesh, to her torso. It was arousing to have her this way, blessedly silent, unresisting, her flesh yielding as his hands found their way once again to her soft udders. His young loins beginning to stir once again as he spread his hands, feeling down the ribs, the ribs from which she was created, FROM man…toward wide hips…child bearing hips.

He thought he felt a slight bulge in her flat, taught stomach…that’s right the whore had said she was with child…that only help assuage any hint of guilt he may have felt, she had been with other men.

Within the Casina Po IV, Emmitt and Actaeon observed the two “lovers” as the young pope slid an open palm up to cup and palm Diana’s crotch openly groping her.

“There you see Actaeon?” The cardinal said “I told you he would calm down… people try to make rape too much about pain and suffering, when really it is CONTROL, my young apprentice is more interested in her beauty and his own pleasure then is seriously injuring her.”

Actaeon observed “That is one pent up pope, I am not sure even in my youth I was that active…but still Diana is performing well...I will need to reward her. So how are you going to topple this Pope?”

The Cardinal smiled “you’re a bounty hunter Actaeon…patience, I figure our young pigeon has one or two more romps in him is all.”
Back in the Sistine Chapel, Alan was getting aroused again, it was fascinating to touch her nether lips unbidden…watching the soft moist skin wrinkle and stretch at his bidding. Fascinated by the bare skin he slid his hands down her legs, to the warm solid iron manacle at her ankle and over her delicate bare foot, wiping their combined juices from his hand against her skin on the way.
Once done, his hands slid back up, slowly retracing his steps, sliding his hands along under her, along her firm shapely ass. That is when the thought came to him unbidden…Now that he had taken some of the starch out of this woman, it was time to really show her her place.

Coming full erect he trembled as he fumbled with the iron key, unlocking the manacles. He shook her firmly. She moans, slowly she was coming to. Allen was no athlete, as he slipped his hand behind her neck and set her up. Her eyes more than half lidded, she say there staring dumbly, her breasts sagging pleasantly with the change in position, a bit of drool running down her chin.
The pontiff smirked as he wrapped his arms around her under her arms and those soft warm breasts “You must REALLY be into this if someone as inexperienced as I, can blow your mind this easily…

Her weight was dead weight, and she was heavy but he lifted her. She was so sweaty he almost dropped her as her feet slid off the altar. With a heave, he pressed her forward face down on the altar, her red stripped ass high in the air.

Trembling with lust and exertion…he had trouble keeping her in place as he wrestled with one Iron manacle around her wrist.
“What is he doing?” The Cardinal frowned.

“I think I know” Actaeon smirked “he got her stretched wrong…that manacle is for her wrist, but the other one is supposed to be for her foot…he’s going to ass fuck her.

Alan managed to get the first restraint secured as Wonder Woman began to stir “no no no my pretty not yet” With the first on in place he was able to grab her other wrist lean back and stretch her to the other manacle. He closed it around her wrist and locked it.

Standing back to admire his work, Wonder Woman was now stretched face first and ass up over the Altar, a beautiful view of her soft sex between the shapely thighs.

As she began to try and sit up, the pontiff quickly grabbed a decorative rope holding one of the veils. Kneeling behind he moved her ankle to one of the altar’s feet and tied it tightly there.

“What…where am…what are you” Wonder Woman tried to pick up her head.

Alan quickly grabbed her other foot and looped the rope around the opposite foot of the altar. Standing up he smiled. Wonder Woman’s ass was spread before him

Diana looked up...she had been taken anal plenty of time, but it was still for the male and uncomfortable for her “you…can’t..” she said craning her neck to see the young man walk up behind her.

Alan smiled running his hands over the bare ass…his fingers drawing lines over the welts and making her head jerk up “A bit sensitive, are we?”

Diana knew what was wanted, she looked back as she felt his finger run gently over the pucker of her opening “That...that is going to hurt…Please don’t use me that way.”

Alan smiled taking his erect length and pressing the tip firmly against her anus “Why my dear…that’s WHY they call it PENNANCE.” He leaned over her and THRUST.

Diana winced as her head came up, feeling his thickness within her “Arrghh!” she cried out as her anus was stretched.
Using his thumbs to spread her ass cheeks, he thrust himself again in, sinking deeper “Besides I didn’t clean myself off so at least you have some lubricant.

When Actaeon and his goons had taken her, they were experienced…giving her time to adjust going more slowly, but in his lust the man behind her was riding her hard, the friction causing her anus to stretch and burn. “AHH!” She said as he lunged, stretched out before him.

She felt him grasp her hair and pull himself home, lodging his length deep in her ass. He began to thrust.

The pontiff smirked…this was tighter than her pussy, and he could bend over her…take her like a dog as he hissed “we call this your, Satan hole for a reason.” Panting he pulled back and thrust again, each thrust causing her to grunt and cry out.

For Wonder Woman’s part, she was finished, she was exhausted, weak… and there was nothing she could do. Again, and again the man behind her pulled out only to ram back in. her feet spread she could only lay there and be used.

As his third time, Alan panted, it felt warm, and glorious…her smooth ass molding against him as he shoved into her again and again. The coupled pair’s grunts echoed off the walls of the sacred chamber as the night wore on. The sputtering candles casting a shadow of a man, riding a woman as one would ride a horse.

Diana lost track of time again, her mouth hung open as her ass relaxed finally accepting the invader behind her. She dimply remembered feeling him stiffen and shove, and a slippery feeling within her bowel…before everything went quiet.
Back in the monitoring room. Actaeon was shaking his head “Emmitt…I can’t have this anymore…he is going to RUIN her AND my training.

The Cardinal raised his hand “Relax Actaeon...look.” On the monitor…the 2 lay on the altar. Wonder Woman, drooling and out cold again, the Pontiff draped over her, cock still in her ass, snoring. “I was counting on this…” he looked at the clock “5 a.m., almost dawn, that much romping takes energy…energy our young pope is not used to putting out…like most males after so much...exertion, he will sleep…Time to spring the trap.”


Somewhere, in the distance, Alan heard a voice…it sounded alarmed…angry?” Something was shining in his eyes. He could hear birds singing. He felt as if he had gotten the best sleep of his life. Opening his eyes and holding up a hand…it was sunlight…but why was it green. It was streaming thru a stained-glass window. The memory came to his sleepy brain, Wonder Woman, the penance…. suddenly he was full awake!

“Your eminence!” The voice sounded appalled, Shocked “Holy Father! WHAT have you DONE?” He stood up, naked his eyes seeking the voice and spotting the Swiss Guard uniform with a smart phone right in front of him.
The Chapel!…Cardinal Emmett had said to be clear of the sanctuary before 5…what had he…” he was still naked, still laying atop a naked Wonder Woman, who was struggling in her chains, and in front of him…the young Swiss guards, were rushing forward with tunics to render aid...each one with a smart phone out…each one filming and photographing him…
“Oh no…”
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Re: Hunter of the Amazon #1

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Chapter 30
Pages 14-27

Wonder Woman was, once again, lead thru the necropolis. This time naked as the day her mother had formed her from clay, before Zeus had breathed life into her. She felt the well-worn stone beneath her bare feet as she walked. The only sound was of the torches sputtering. They ascended a different set of stairs emerging in the cool night air. The moon was full and the sky clear. Diana felt the cool air against her bare breasts, the nipple rings swaying as she walked, the cool air causing her nipples to harden.
Once again four Swiss guard flanked them and Diana had to keep her attention on the leash between her legs as the young pope walked behind her across the open ground. Should she lag behind, there was not a lot to her small clit and a stumble or even lagging behind would cause the leash to rip the flesh leaving her in agony and without any female sexual stimulation. What was it with males and leashes anyways? Since her ordeal had started she had worn a bit and bridle, a collar and leash, it must be the male drive to control. So shehad to keep her head down looking at the leash to ensure there was a loop of slack.

She was surprised that she was walked openly thru the night air, from the look of it, it was after midnight. Once again naked, the chafing clothing done she walked in silence, in the open where anyone could see her.

Alan smiles watching the muscles of her tight ass work as she walked. He had deliberately passed the leash between her legs so he could “Walk her’ from behind and be treated to the sight of the pagan woman walking with her head down as if in penance, while the moonlight shown the red welts on her shapely ass.

Together they mounted the steps to the chapel. To any who could see, a silhouette of a woman, head bowed, entering the sanctuary. Two guards with Halberds smirked as they snapped to attention, opening the large wooden door. As Wonder Woman stepped in, she felt the warmth within. The smooth marble still had the grit and grime of the feet walking across it she felt on the sole of her feet.

Despite herself she felt the arousal in the anticipation of the coming sex, or more exactly the coming orgasms. If Actaeon was nothing else, he was a well-practiced lover, having made an art of turning a woman’s physical pleasures against her.
The Guards stopped at the inner gate, as The pope walked Wonder Woman under the frescos of the ceiling. Scientists and artists had restored the celling where, in the 1700’s nudes had been painted over with fig leaves but now restored to show the nudity as art. Wonder Woman had to admit it was hard to believe that these works had been created by a man…however in every case woman was depicted as BELOW a man…

When they arrived at the altar, she paused, and felt the young man’s hand at her thighs removing the leash. 2 older looking “altar boys” removed the candles from the altar, as well as the white cloth revealing the smooth centuries old wood. Stylized “horns’ remained on the device, to which, in ancient time, an animal would be secured to for sacrifice.

The pontiff gave her a level gaze “not until you show your obedience…” he said with a warning in his voice, what he could possibly do she did not know, and did not think he knew.

She watched him wait expectantly and then with a sigh she went to her knees, staring at his bare, unwashed feet. He had said Magdalen had washed Christ’s feet with her tears…she had no tears, but he expected something some she knelt forward and slid her tongue up from the middle toe up the instep to the ankle. The taste was what she expected, salty, a slight tinny taste, different from Actaeon but in no way unpleasant. More humiliating then disgusting. She quietly began to lap, her palms flat on the floor as she moves her head up and down. She found she could lose herself in her own thoughts as she performed this duty.

He lifted his foot and allowed her to press her nose up between the toes and the ball of the foot, slipping her tongue between the toes to clean them each before sucking each toe. She was becoming so familiar with this she found herself panting and licking harder, running her tongue alone the sole from heel to ball and craning her head like a pet dog to make sure she coated the entire foot with her saliva. She paused to allow him to shift his weight before continuing with the other foot. It really was not at all unpleasant if it had not been for the humiliation. Were this someone she actually loved, she would offer to do it as a gift…but this was required, and it was not a gift but was expected of her with any male, animal or human.

When she finished the second foot, he allowed her to go back to the first and then the second again. Once she had massaged his foot thoroughly with her tongue, she allowed her hair to fall forward and dried them with her dark tresses.
“Get on the Altar Woman” The pope intoned.

This surprised Diana but she did not comment, she sat her bare arse on the smooth cool wood and swung her feet up…laying down “I am to be a sacrifice then?”

She felt his hands on her bare ankle and a cold metal shackle that fit tightly, as her ankle was secured to one of the horns “Think of it more as, a blessing” he smiled pointing up to the center fresco where Adam reached toward God “I figure that if I can do this, and no one stops us, then I am performing in the sight of God. On the other hand, should your…HERA, show up…” he winked taking her wrist and securing it over her head.

Wonder Woman was to be spread like an eagle, on the altar of the Lord. She could feel the young man trembling with excitement as she glanced toward the door, her naked body being stretched taught on the Altar. She hoped to see Flash, or Green Lantern or someone come thru the door and stop this nightmare. But there was no one. No one had come when her virginity was taken…and the area remained silent. It was becoming harder and harder for her to keep up any form of hope. She was pregnant with her enemy and rapist’s children, she was giving pleasure to, not only him but whomever he designated, on an almost hourly basis and she was rewarding with her body the very criminals she swore to defeat doing the very crimes she swore to defend against. And her only refuge was in the unwanted physical pleasures they forced on her.

Allen dismissed the Guard, just as Emmett had told him and now walked around the beautiful bound woman. As the cardinal had said, he had not even touched her and already her body exuded copious amounts of sexual fluid all over the polished wooden altar. Her body shimmered as he moved to each of the cardinal compass points with a pure white candle. One at each dainty bare foot, one at each bound helpless hand. Once finishes he awkwardly fumbled with his Surcoat, tugging at the belt until it loosened and he let it fall to the floor.

Wonder Woman was helpless but to stare at the young man before her. His body was unblemished, a soft alabaster white from being covered. Between his legs his length left a bit to be desired but his scrotum showed a full warm sac full of his seed. He had a swimmers build a bit…scrawny.

The young pope walked over, gazing but a moment on the bound woman before him. He looked up at the image of God and Adam “Lord, if this is not your will, stop me now before the event, but know that I mean only to have this woman as you meant her to be.”

Diana could not even struggle, they had her and there was no way out “What happened to not tempting the Lord thy God” as she gasps feeling his young hands again on her breast”

Allen slipped his left hand up her upper body to caress her throat. Diana could feel the smooth, warm hand, without a hint of a callous, scented with rose. Allen’s right hand cupped her chin, his left tracing her cheek coming to rest on the crown of her head firmly trapping her head in his hands “I do not believe this is tempting HIM…rather, he is testing, me...I ask only his guidance…Now will you be a good girl and be silent while I finish you off?” he smiled down at her.

Diana considered a moment, glancing to the door…no help...no one coming. She looked back and gave a quiet resigned nod.
Almost immediately his mouth sealed hers. His lips were soft and firm, an open mouthed hard kiss, not a soft timid one that made her amazon heart flutter with joy and her belly begin to burn with lust. Still holding her head firmly between his hands he pressed his kiss to her lips twisting his head as he ground his lips against hers, below him his erection firm and hard. Diana could feel the pressure on the hinge of her jaw, he wanted her to open her mouth so he could rape it with his tongue. Almost automatically her amazon lust opened her mouth and met his tongue as it thrust hers aside to explore her mouth she found herself suckling on it firmly; his warm slippery tongue thrust down to the back of her throat.

Diana’s amazon blood rushed to her nipples as the pontiff crushed his mouth to hers in a hard awkward but effective kiss that took her breath away, his tongue running over hers as he ground his lips against her mouth. She did not try to move her head and even began to respond as best she could though he controlled her head firmly, breathing his breath into her mouth.
When he came up for air, he panted and had a wild lustful look in his eye.

“Amazon Harlot…I knew you would bend to the will of a man. He spied her nipples, his mouth moving to them, giving a flat tongued lick that would have arched her back if she had not been trussed like a sacrificial lamb. Tugging helplessly at her bonds, making the, clank and rattle as she struggled, she obediently remained silent allowing him to suckle at her nipples pointing her toes as the sensation caused a fresh rush of her fluids from between her legs, onto the polished wood of the altar and she felt her strength diminish as more of her was sacrificed to a deity other than the Olympians. With as aroused as this man was, she was surprised he took time to coat each of her ripe breasts with his saliva and sample them.

Then she felt him move above her, mounting the altar, his warm body against her’s as he positioned himself to enter her. She gave him a half lidded look into his eyes as she felt him position his hips over hers, his head sliding between her nether lips, the sacrificial dagger poised to thrust into her body. When he arched, he slipped his dagger smoothly into her body, causing her to inhale and close her eyes throwing her head back over the edge of the altar with a bestial grunt as she sheathed him.

When her eyes opened she saw him smiling, she knew from the thick feeling between her legs this had been exactly the reaction he had hoped for. Pausing to grind his pubic bone against hers he began to withdraw and thrust.

“This is all I ever imagined, Amazon harlot…” he punctuated each phrase with a full thrust into her chained body “why do you resist your better” he grunted lifting up and thrusting again hard “REPENT and take you place at the feet of men.”

For Alan this had to be part of the Lord’s heaven. He wanted this and he enjoyed the feel of her slippery flesh around his length. She remained silent and obedient as he thrust, firmly into her, rocking her hard, the chains of her feet holding her as he entered, the chains on her wrists holding her as he withdrew.

This was for him and he knew it. He did not care, for the moment, about her pleasure, he was over 30 years old and had never known the flesh of a woman, how could anyone deny themselves this…this God given pleasure.

Diana felt his body and knew the was going to climax early. His arms sliding around her so her breasts pressed against his chest he ground down into her body and the dam broke. Another male claimed the amazon pussy, on an altar of a rival god…Above her she looked up to see the young unblemished man arching, his eyes closed, his pubic bone pressed against hers as he pulsed deeply within her, fulfilling his boast to have her. He filled her with his milky white seed, with nothing to stop him. Despite her passion she felt so small...so helpless…so USELESS as another rapist took what they wanted from her, doubt began to grow in her mind, perhaps she really did deserve this…even her body betrayed her as she felt the pang of her own growing lust denied as the male above her took his and left her behind.

The young pontiff paused with his length pressed as deep into as he could force it. He allowed the pleasure to wash over him. He was quite surprised that he did not feel regret, or guilt, rather he felt powerful…vindicated, in control. The Amazon whore lay beneath him…her body pleasuring him without regard to what she claimed she wanted, the pleasant sensation of his climax slowly subsided. He felt her warm body, now sticky instead of just slippery. He felt himself beginning to soften. For some reason that was pleasant, he could not thrust into her limp...but he wanted to go limp within her.

Still above her, watching her pant like an animal...like a dog, he smiled down “how does it feel my child...to be shown your place? You look like you wanted something more…” she smirked with a condescending voice, as if speaking to a young child.
Playing her part, though part of her was sincere when she looked up at him “Great Her…u…good lord that is the most pent up of any man who has…had me…”

Alan looked own at her, enjoying how she was stretched and helpless “You try going 30 years…but then you went several hundred didn’t you…why did you deny yourself this pleasure?

Wonder Woman swallowed, the warm weight of the man atop him “unlike you, who just get pleasure, a woman has to carry a child for 9 months and then provide for it…we…anything else we want to do is…it has to be put on hold while men get to go do what they want.”

The pontiff laughed “such is the will of the Lord, you were MADE that way woman. Perhaps as punishment for giving Adam the apple…you were made from the rib bone of a MAN, you were made FOR man, without use you would not exist…”

If she thought that was going to garner her sympathy, she was disappointed. The Pope began to dismount his human mare as he felt the cool air on his now wet scrotum and cock “You are to bring to birth the men who will run the world for our Lord…even Christ was MALE…” He dismounted the altar, watching her pant, her firm admen moving as his seed seeped between the soft smooth petals of her pussy. HIS seed, he had done that and she could neither stop it nor take it back. He waked around to her head his wet cock dangling in front of her “Yes, it is woman’s penance for having offered Adam the apple without telling him where it came from”
Diana laid back, she could feel his semen on her neathers “she bit her lower lip looking up at him “are we done?”

The young pontiff threw his head back and laughed, his voice echoing off the sanctuary walls before allowing his hands to return to exploring her body “Hardly, do you think I went 30 years for a…what is the expression, wham bam thank you ma’am?” he greedily squeezed her soft breast and ran his tongue up the side of her cheek “we have all night, and you have much penance to do and I do believe this is my reward. But I could not tell from how you asked that question” he smirked nuzzling the Adams apple of her throat as he continued to have his way with her “were you hopeful? Or disappointed?”

Diana felt filthy, dirty, her body shimmering, from the sweat he was putting her in, her ass slipping against the smooth waxed wood, even with Actaeon, she had not felt this…disgusted with herself…with the knowledge that every lewd crude gesture this man did with her, made her that much more keenly aware of her own desire to climax.

The pontiff stepped up to the head of the altar and pushed Diana’s forehead back. Diana was treated to an upside down view of the man’s limp cock and scrotum, still shimmering and wet with her own juices. The scent was pungent, but not unpleasant, Diana had performed oral on most of her sisters back on Thesimiscara, it was a mutual thing, consensual but she had tasted pussy before, the fact that this came from her own sex, was unsettling but, in her mind, it was not much different.

“Get to work woman” the Chief Shepard chuckled “you made the mess, now clean it up so I can have you again, I promise you a reward this time.” He said smugly.

His dangling length filed her vision as he stepped forward, pressing the soft folds of his scrotum against her nose. Timidly at first, Wonder Woman opened her mouth and began to lick the soft scrotum. As his thighs moved and his scrotum swayed she could catch glimpses of the door to the chappal from between his legs. It remained locked, no one came. No Flash, not Huntress, no Green Lantern. She imagined John up on watchtower right now…rutting with Vixen. Almost like being within a dream, she felt her mouth open and with a gentle suckle, pulled the soft orbs of the man above her into her mouth and into her cheeks like a human chipmunk. Once there her tongue began to wash his balls. A gentle suckling as she felt the head of his cock against her chin and her tongue began to gently roll her war, orbs within in her mouth.

Like his feet the taste was, different, but not unpleasant. She had always thought the act of tasting her own juices would be repugnant, deviant, yet now, looking up at the man’s Perineum…her nose pressed against the soft warm fess as it slide across the top of her nose, she felt her mouth water at the slightly sweet tangy taste of her own juices, mixed with the salty sweat of the man. The very taboo of it made her long for a climax as she suckled more firmly, moving her lips along the soft fleshy back to kiss the underside before suckling it gently back into her mouth.

The pontiff was amazed, unknown to him that Wonder Woman had been conditioned by the Cardinal and Actaeon Davies, he felt her bending to his will, the feel of her warm mouth heaven on his scrotum, the feel of her silken cheeks against his inner thighs and the sight of her bare body stretched out before him…he felt his arousal returning. “that’s it woman…serve your master” he said softly sliding his hand again over her bare arms back to her breasts. She was HIS…helpless…but even better, he was taming her, making her obedient to the will of man, and God. His hands slid over her body to again rest on her breasts. Yes he would take his time, let her continue to suckle his balls…His fingers again found her nipples…the harlots nipple rings still present as he slipped his pinky into each ring and lifted the soft flesh, distending the nipples. He found, to his pleasant surprised, that if he tugged, she would wince, or squirm, her mouth hungrily kissing and nuzzling him.

He tried doing what the internet had shown…caressing her, bending over to taste her flesh with his lips, he was learning, when he would kiss or pleasure she would respond with a moan, the most warm breath from her nostrils puffing against flesh that had never felt such a breeze before. Smug and self-assured he wanted to feel this, he stood above her, making her serve him. He had no idea how much time had passed but he was in no hurry.

When he stepped back, he was half erect, her lips leaving the flesh with a soft smack and a thin strand of her saliva connecting her lower lip to the bottom of his sack, as she panted.

For Diana, the princess, this was work, even when she had eaten out her sisters, those had been short intervals, and even though Actaeon had been using her mouth, the tongue, normally used to short bouts of activity, would get tired from the constant licking and suckling, though like any muscle her stamina was increasing the more she used it, it was still work.

Above her she saw the male step back and aim the head of his half erect cock at her face, she knew what to expect and she opened her mouth as he slid his shaft in to the back of her throat. The clean scrotum now mushed around her nose as she relaxed her throat. Acteon had been training her to deep throat, and she let the shaft slide down the back of her throat, feeling him grip her under her arms to get leverage as he began to face fuck the helpless amazon.

The taste was the same, and she pressed her soft red lips around the base of his shaft, letting him do the work. In her self-despair, her mind continued to work, stray thoughts such as her ability to feel his quickening pulse as the blood pumped up the organ in her mouth. As he thrust down her gullet, she suppressed her gag reflex and swallowed, feeling his nuts softly bumping her nose… in all her dreams and nightmares, she had never pictured herself having this close a look at a male’s anatomy, but there was nothing she could do. The lives of her mother and sister were at stake, she kept telling herself that. She knew she was arousing the man, so he could mount her and rape her again, she hated herself for wanting that…if she didn’t get a climax soon, she would go insane, yet when she climaxed she would make him feel vindicated for all she had done, and likely encourage him to do this to other women. This was an attack on women’s rights…and she could do nothing.

Allen allowed himself to get fully hard, as much as he wanted to experience what it would be like to climax in her mouth…it was what was between her legs that was his prize.

He dismounted her mouth and once again took his spot above her on the altar. “Ready for round two?” he smiled.
Diana raised her head, she was pretty sure now that his cock had been in her mouth, there would be no more kissing. With him in a pushup like position, and her spread like an eagle beneath him, she was helpless but could see his erect shaft pointing between her legs. It had been a long dry spell for him and she watched him take himself in hand, still glistening with her salvia and gently nestle his head once more against her entrance.

His initial edge taken off, the Pontiff could afford to tease her a little. He enjoyed gently rubbing the head of his erection against her soft lips…watching them part and cling to his flesh, feeling the warm moist muscles as he readied to take her again. Her soft lips wrinkled and parted as he slid just his head between them.

Diana trued to lift her hips, the sensations were degrading but maddening. Teasing the pope lifted his hips “ah ah Ah Harlot….do you want something?” he chuckled, lording over her.

Diana felt hatred in her heart for a brief flesh, but her will quickly crumbled…”please…at least…don’t…”
The grinning man slipped the head of his cock out and instead slid the shaft up and down against her clit “That’s not very arousing…perhaps I should…play more?”

Finally a tear ran down her cheek, she knew what he wanted, and she also knew she was going to give it to him “Please…” she said, using his own words “Finish me off…”

Seeing Wonder Woman, the champion of ALL women, an amazon, weeping beneath him, sent the young pontiff’s hormones into over drive “there was that so…” He gritted his teeth and thrust into her viciously “HARD to say?”

With Diana’s motor having been revved for so long, the firm thrust made her world explode in pleasure as she felt her opening filled by a male. Her muscles stretched over her rapist’s cock and as her body went into over drive her mind went idle, all she could focus on was the bestial thrusting above her, within her.

She felt him lay down atop her, his weight pinning her as he slid his arms around her in an embrace. His lips went to her neck as he began to gently nuzzle and nip at the flesh, her pillow like breasts compressed against his firm chest.

Allen set up a firm Rhythm to take this woman…feeling her muscles clench his erection as his hips raised and feeling her relax as he thrust back down. Completely sheathed he began to experiment, shifting his hips left and right, up and down as he held deep within her so that her soft lips smeared her slippery juices over his groin.

As he experimented he found he could learn what she liked, what was even better, where his first lust had been over in less than 1 min, he found he could now continue, fully erect.

Diana’s first orgasm hit them both by surprise. Diana’s eyes flew open completely amazed at the force of her climax, while Alan was caught off guard as the woman’s muscles clenched at his shaft trying to pull it and his seed deeper into her womb.

While Diana rode out her orgasm, Alan was not done by a long shot. Diana began to pant heavily “please…please “she sounded breathless… like a runner who could not go another step. Alan’s reaction was to place his hand firmly over her mouth “Silence woman, a woman is SEEN and not HEARD, you will speak ONLY when spoken TO...do I make myself CLEAR” punctuating each statement with a thrust.

Diana’s eyes opened as the soft manicured hand sealed over her mouth forcing her to thru and catch her breath thru her nose. Her breathing became labored her eyes pleading, but the firm hand remained clamped like a muzzle over her mouth. She heard him speak and could only nod…pleadingly

For the pontiff, this was incredible, he could feel the hot breath pulsing against his hand as the woman beneath him trembled and struggled. He was only just beginning, the night young. Hi sacrifice secure, he left his hand in place and continued back to nuzzle her neck, a large red mark appearing each place he suckled on her neck.

For Wonder Woman, she began to grow desperate, she was breathing thru her nose, but it was work in addition to the thrusting she was getting from the male. The domination, like an amazon or a strongman, was driving her to another mind-blowing climax…She had heard from different people, about Auto erotic deaths…where people tried to deprive the brain of oxygen during climax, as it was supposed to make the climax even more intense…about breath control play.

She struggled…this was not equality, this was a woman being used...used as a toy as an object, but the climax was approaching like a freight train and she could not stop it. She tried to thrash her head, but the man’s hand kept her head controlled and her mouth clamped…

She felt him bite her neck again, his thumb flicking a nipple as he thrust again firmly and her climax triggered…she trembled beneath him as her vision began to go black…dark clouds floating in to obscure her vision.

The pontiff felt her second climax…. felt it last longer than the first…. he watched her. Arching up he kept his hand clamped but a moment over her mouth as he watched yer eyes flutter and close and watched her body go limp.

With a smirk he removed his hand and shifted position. Now that she was out cold…he pulled back slowly and SLAMMED his whole weight into her. Her body shook with the force.

Again he drew back And NOW” *THRUST* you WILL *THRUST* learn your PLACE! He trembled, his last thrust as hard as he could into her pelvis and felt his climax erupting…it pulsed again and again as he trembled above her.

Panting, limp but exhilarated. The young church leader dismounted her for the second time. He could see her chest heaving as her body fought to catch its breath. Smugly he struck her twice firmly against her cheek “Wake up harlot, I am not DONE with you yet….

Her head just rocked, as she lay unresponsive. Smiling his hand moved to her breasts, to slap them several times, taking a nipple ring to pull it up and twist. This managed to illicit a grown from the woman, and her back arched briefly “No I am not done with you by a long shot…

Feeling awkward but flushed with righteous victory, Pope Innocent XIV stepped his bare feet on to the marble floor of the sanctuary, feeling the grit and remembering the feel of the woman’s mouth on his feet. The air was pleasantly warm as he stood alone in the famous chapel. He looked up to the fresco painted by Leonardo Di Vinci himself, unaware of the security camera hidden in the ceilings to protect from vandals. He gazed at the centerpiece, of Adam, naked, stretching out his hand to God. And here he stood, naked, like Adam before God, with his… Eve…

The air felt nicely against his most skin, he felt secure that he had not done anything more, then what God had granted the beasts…and after all if this is how God provided for beasts…how much more would he provide for man. The old scriptures were true, about not feeling shame to stand naked before God…the feel of air about him was electrifying, it heightened his senses. He could feel the softest draft against his skin...the cool sensation of the sexual juices of the woman before him on his sexual organ.

Standing before the altar, the pagan princess stretched naked before him, his seed weeping from between her legs, he raised his hands over the prostrate helpless Wonder Woman and gave him thanks, and praise his words and song echoing off the empty chapel.
Looking down, Wonder Woman was still out cold, stretched taught as a bow string, naked as Eve herself on the day of her creation. Softly, reverently, he ran his hands down the length of her body. Caressing her…starting at her wrists…down slowly, enjoying the silken warm feeling of her slippery flesh, to her torso. It was arousing to have her this way, blessedly silent, unresisting, her flesh yielding as his hands found their way once again to her soft udders. His young loins beginning to stir once again as he spread his hands, feeling down the ribs, the ribs from which she was created, FROM man…toward wide hips…child bearing hips.

He thought he felt a slight bulge in her flat, taught stomach…that’s right the whore had said she was with child…that only help assuage any hint of guilt he may have felt, she had been with other men.

Within the Casina Po IV, Emmitt and Actaeon observed the two “lovers” as the young pope slid an open palm up to cup and palm Diana’s crotch openly groping her.

“There you see Actaeon?” The cardinal said “I told you he would calm down… people try to make rape too much about pain and suffering, when really it is CONTROL, my young apprentice is more interested in her beauty and his own pleasure then is seriously injuring her.”

Actaeon observed “That is one pent up pope, I am not sure even in my youth I was that active…but still Diana is performing well...I will need to reward her. So how are you going to topple this Pope?”

The Cardinal smiled “you’re a bounty hunter Actaeon…patience, I figure our young pigeon has one or two more romps in him is all.”
Back in the Sistine Chapel, Alan was getting aroused again, it was fascinating to touch her nether lips unbidden…watching the soft moist skin wrinkle and stretch at his bidding. Fascinated by the bare skin he slid his hands down her legs, to the warm solid iron manacle at her ankle and over her delicate bare foot, wiping their combined juices from his hand against her skin on the way.
Once done, his hands slid back up, slowly retracing his steps, sliding his hands along under her, along her firm shapely ass. That is when the thought came to him unbidden…Now that he had taken some of the starch out of this woman, it was time to really show her her place.

Coming full erect he trembled as he fumbled with the iron key, unlocking the manacles. He shook her firmly. She moans, slowly she was coming to. Allen was no athlete, as he slipped his hand behind her neck and set her up. Her eyes more than half lidded, she say there staring dumbly, her breasts sagging pleasantly with the change in position, a bit of drool running down her chin.
The pontiff smirked as he wrapped his arms around her under her arms and those soft warm breasts “You must REALLY be into this if someone as inexperienced as I, can blow your mind this easily…

Her weight was dead weight, and she was heavy but he lifted her. She was so sweaty he almost dropped her as her feet slid off the altar. With a heave, he pressed her forward face down on the altar, her red stripped ass high in the air.
Trembling with lust and exertion…he had trouble keeping her in place as he wrestled with one Iron manacle around her wrist.
“What is he doing?” The Cardinal frowned.

“I think I know” Actaeon smirked “he got her stretched wrong…that manacle is for her wrist, but the other one is supposed to be for her foot…he’s going to ass fuck her.

Alan managed to get the first restraint secured as Wonder Woman began to stir “no no no my pretty not yet” With the first on in place he was able to grab her other wrist lean back and stretch her to the other manacle. He closed it around her wrist and locked it.

Standing back to admire his work, Wonder Woman was now stretched face first and ass up over the Altar, a beautiful view of her soft sex between the shapely thighs.

As she began to try and sit up, the pontiff quickly grabbed a decorative rope holding one of the veils. Kneeling behind he moved her ankle to one of the altar’s feet and tied it tightly there.

“What…where am…what are you” Wonder Woman tried to pick up her head.

Alan quickly grabbed her other foot and looped the rope around the opposite foot of the altar. Standing up he smiled. Wonder Woman’s ass was spread before him

Diana looked up...she had been taken anal plenty of time, but it was still for the male and uncomfortable for her “you…can’t..” she said craning her neck to see the young man walk up behind her.

Alan smiled running his hands over the bare ass…his fingers drawing lines over the welts and making her head jerk up “A bit sensitive, are we?”

Diana knew what was wanted, she looked back as she felt his finger run gently over the pucker of her opening “That...that is going to hurt…Please don’t use me that way.”

Alan smiled taking his erect length and pressing the tip firmly against her anus “Why my dear…that’s WHY they call it PENNANCE.” He leaned over her and THRUST.

Diana winced as her head came up, feeling his thickness within her “Arrghh!” she cried out as her anus was stretched.
Using his thumbs to spread her ass cheeks, he thrust himself again in, sinking deeper “Besides I didn’t clean myself off so at least you have some lubricant.

When Actaeon and his goons had taken her, they were experienced…giving her time to adjust going more slowly, but in his lust the man behind her was riding her hard, the friction causing her anus to stretch and burn. “AHH!” She said as he lunged, stretched out before him.

She felt him grasp her hair and pull himself home, lodging his length deep in her ass. He began to thrust.

The pontiff smirked…this was tighter than her pussy, and he could bend over her…take her like a dog as he hissed “we call this your, Satan hole for a reason.” Panting he pulled back and thrust again, each thrust causing her to grunt and cry out.

For Wonder Woman’s part, she was finished, she was exhausted, weak… and there was nothing she could do. Again, and again the man behind her pulled out only to ram back in. her feet spread she could only lay there and be used.

As his third time, Alan panted, it felt warm, and glorious…her smooth ass molding against him as he shoved into her again and again. The coupled pair’s grunts echoed off the walls of the sacred chamber as the night wore on. The sputtering candles casting a shadow of a man, riding a woman as one would ride a horse.

Diana lost track of time again, her mouth hung open as her ass relaxed finally accepting the invader behind her. She dimply remembered feeling him stiffen and shove, and a slippery feeling within her bowel…before everything went quiet.
Back in the monitoring room. Actaeon was shaking his head “Emmitt…I can’t have this anymore…he is going to RUIN her AND my training,

The Cardinal raised his hand “Relax Actaeon...look.” On the monitor…the 2 lay on the altar. Wonder Woman, drooling and out cold again, the Pontiff draped over her, cock still in her ass, snoring. “I was counting on this…” he looked at the clock “5 a.m., almost dawn, that much romping takes energy…energy our young pope is not used to putting out…like most males after so much...exertion, he will sleep…Time to spring the trap.”


Somewhere, in the distance, Alan heard a voice…it sounded alarmed…angry?” Something was shining in his eyes. He could hear birds singing. He felt as if he had gotten the best sleep of his life. Opening his eyes and holding up a hand…it was sunlight…but why was it green. It was streaming thru a stained-glass window. The memory came to his sleepy brain, Wonder Woman, the penance…. suddenly he was full awake!

“Your eminence!” The voice sounded appalled, Shocked “Holy Father! WHAT have you DONE?” He stood up, naked his eyes seeking the voice and spotting the Swiss Guard uniform with a smart phone right in front of him.

The Chapel!…Cardinal Emmett had said to be clear of the sanctuary before 5…what had he…” he was still naked, still laying atop a naked Wonder Woman, who was struggling in her chains, and in front of him…the young Swiss guards, were rushing forward with tunics to render aid...each one with a smart phone out…each one filming and photographing him…

“Oh no…”
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