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The gray darkness of unconsciousness grudgingly gave way to a
bleary picture of the room around the captive. Wonder Woman blinked
slowly, clearing the fog from her vision. As she was soon to discover, it
was one of the few movements that she would be capable of.
Stark white tiled walls were broken only by a set of large double
doors, which swung evenly in both directions. Steel surgical lamps hung
adamantly from the high ceiling, filling the room with a harsh, sterile light.
Casting downward to the stainless steel floor, her view captured the
polished metal as it reflected the bright contrasts inherent in the room.
Several small tables were scattered along the wall, along with a medium
size washbasin.
Wonder Woman gazed at the obdurate floor, realizing that her
vantage point wasn't correct. It was too high.... The last of her jumbled
thoughts fled, bringing into stark focus the reality of her new situation.
Hex had outdone himself, she thought sourly. She peered
downward at the unmistakable fetish outfit that he had wrought upon her.
Highly reflective black latex molded to the amazon like a possessive lover,
clearly defining every delectable curve of her encapsulated body. The
highlights from the lamps created multiple bright spots on the clinging
material, enhancing the portrait of her helplessness.
The latex seemed to be a single continuous sheath, unmarred by any
visible zipper or strap. It was almost as if it had been specifically designed
for her, then somehow shrunk into place to reduce the size even further.
The material held the amazon in the strictest of postures, a severe ‘at
attention' pose that brooked no argument. Her arms were pulled tautly
behind her, the elbows touching as they met just above the small of her
back. The forearms were then fused into a single unit, continuing
downward to press firmly against her jutting backside. If there were
weaknesses or flexible areas inside the suit, Wonder Woman couldn't find
them.
Her vantage point was wrong because she was currently suspended
some twelve inches upward from the stainless steel floor. A glance at the
latex coating on her feet indicated the discrepancy. She was forced to peer
downward to uncover that fact, however.
It seemed that the support for her new outfit was staunchly secured
to her bondage helmet. The latex covering had continued from the shoulders
onto her throat, then upward to encase almost all of her head. She was
breathing through two small nostril holes supplied in the suit. What seemed
to be a rubber ball gag had been jammed into her mouth. Her jaw stretched
achingly to expel the blockage, but the tight-fitting material prevented that.
A glance downward showed that the latex bowed outward significantly
there, conforming perfectly to the outer half of the hard rubber sphere.
Wonder Woman realized that the only opening on the headpiece was
the mask around the eyes. A straight line that just touched the tops of her
eyebrows, then circled outward at each eye to loop in again at the bridge of
her nose. It was as if someone had taken a set of goggles, outlined where
they would have touched the latex, and removed that section of material. It
wasn't much of an opening for either vision or escape.
Somewhere above her, a ring or clamp had been affixed to the suit at
the top of her head, then a cable had been run upwards to the ceiling. Very
unenlightening, since she couldn't see the attachment. In fact, due to the
weight distribution throughout the latex, Wonder Woman couldn't turn her
head at all. She was forced to stare straight ahead, watching the silent
double doors as they passively waited for their next use.
There were two other details about her surroundings that
immediately concerned her. The first was the hospital gurney that was
placed below and just to the right of her current position. Atop the crisp
white sheet there were multiple items arrayed, laid out with an almost
surgical precision.
Wonder Woman grimaced when she absorbed what they were. She
recognized the repulsive outline of the rubber dildo instantly. A thin chain
with silver links which ended in small thumbscrew clamps. Nipple clamps.
That too was fairly obvious. A vibrator. Several types of gel, sealed within
small glass jars. A ring gag. Itching powder. All things that she had seen in
her many years, though no villain had ever dared to try and use them against
an amazon.
Then there were the less obvious items. What looked like scissor
handles, but then curved outward and ended in flat clamps. A chain
attached to two steel balls, each of which were ribbed with small knobs. A
slender rod that ended in a tiny set of pincers. Other, even less obvious
items that defied simple descriptions. All of them looked menacing.
The second thing that concerned her was the covering on the exterior
of her latex catsuit. Though no straps or zippers were in evidence,
something else had been applied. Wonder Woman stared for some time,
trying to discover a purpose to the arrangement. Across almost all of the
suit, in neatly divided geometric patterns, a thin spiderweb of wires traveled
across her body.
The general strategy of the web seemed to be a series of horizontal
cross-sections fused to a series of vertical cross-sections. Eight wires or so
were in the vertical direction, each starting downward from a central axis at
the top of her bondage helmet. The wires spread outward at even angles,
sectioning the suit into eight wedges when viewed directly from above.
The ends of the filaments then joined again as one when they arrived at her
toes.
The horizontal sections occurred at about four inch intervals;
though some were spaced closer than others, like the ones circling her
breasts. They circumnavigated her entire body, starting at the top of the
helmet and working downward to create a series of latitudinal lines along
the suit. At every intersection of horizontal and vertical wire, the two
filaments were fused together to prevent any movement or slippage. A
small spherical nexus marked each of those spots.
As Wonder Woman stared more closely, she began to realize that
they weren't wires...at least not exactly. It was almost as if they were tightly
coiled springs, the miniature spirals wound so tightly that each one touched
the coil next to it. The spiderweb pressed inward just slightly on the latex,
with barely enough pressure to keep the arrangement in place.
The vision that sprung to mind for the amazon princess was one of a
computed generated wireframe brought to life. The sectioned areas across
the suit were almost identical to a wireframe image, except that these
filaments were all too real. What purpose they served was a mystery, and
Wonder Woman preferred that it stay that way.
It didn't really matter, Wonder Woman decided. With the last
vestiges of the gas wearing off, her amazon strength had returned. She
could feel the energy flowing back into her limbs, an undeniable vitality that
sang to her muscles. All traces of weakness washed away as the power built
within her, giving her the ability to stop a truck, deflect a bullet, or rend
steel as needed
Wonder Woman prepared to flex outward, to shred the
inconsequential latex and free herself. Her enemies would swiftly be facing
the strong arm of justice. Her muscles rippled beneath the material, became
suddenly taut, the sinews and tendons snapping into place as the amazon
strength made its demand. With a mighty heave, she wrenched her arms
outward, her legs exploding in opposite directions to burst the latex asunder.
But the latex didn't shred. No tearing of fabric, no sudden explosion
of material. Nothing at all.
No-one could have been more surprised than Wonder Woman. She
could feel the amazon power, knew that she had the abilities granted to her
from Paradise Island. She thrust again, applying every ounce of strength
within her, tearing outward with arms and legs to burst the catsuit asunder.
Only the smallest of stretching occurred in the unrelenting latex. As
Wonder Woman's efforts gradually diminished, the material immediately
reformed itself about the still encapsulated amazon. Great Hera! There had
been power enough in that effort to shred steel, to toss an armored vehicle.
Wonder Woman had never experienced anything like this. She had never
before encountered an item from the manmade world that she couldn't bend,
tear, or break. From the hardest titanium to the softest of silk, no construct
of man had ever inhibited her prior to this. Yet this seemingly flimsy,
stretchy black latex laughed at her strongest efforts, sealing her inside with
no release. There was no explanation.
For the next several minutes, the suspended heroine waged a fierce
battle with the fiendish black catsuit. Wonder Woman tried to tear the
fabric...then to twist free. She tried to jab a single finger through the
material; to pull only one arm away. A thumbnail tried to pierce the fabric.
Combinations of techniques were tried...a leg with one arm, two legs and a
hand, both hands and a foot. All to no avail. She was held fast. Inside the
suit, the perspiration from her efforts became a cloying sauna that added to
her discomfort. She had hoped that a more directed energy on a single part
of the suit might have some effect. That assumption seemed to be wrong.
This rapidly changed the amazon's situation. Wonder Woman
realized that she wasn't going to be able to break free. Therefore, she
wasn't going to escape. And, for the first time ever with her amazon
strength intact, she was totally helpless. Her eyes traveled once again to the
gurney below her.
Whatever fiendish plans awaited her would be both lengthy and
unpleasant, of that she was sure.
*******
Wonder Woman was never sure if it had been coincidence or not,
but Hex picked that exact moment to stroll jauntily through the double
doors. He glided casually over to the washbasin, and spent several minutes
washing his hands thoroughly with soap and water. His eyes never touched
the amazon.
For her part, Wonder Woman was staring down intently at her
captor, trying to understand his actions. It was infuriating to be ignored, as
if she were no more than a piece of furniture or a room decoration to him.
But some deeper part of her understood that this was the preferable
situation; that when he turned his attention to her, she would desire the quiet
solitude that she had enjoyed up until now.
Then Hex finally cast his view upon her, and approached. Again,
coincidence or not, but Hex's line of vision was exactly aligned with the
fulsome rounding of latex covered amazon breasts. Wonder Woman
twisted slightly, in a failed effort to realign herself with the villain. A smile
crept onto her captor's face.
"Enjoying the scenery so far, Wonder Woman?" A muted grunt
flowed out of the amazon, a moan of displeasure.
"Really, you need not answer...". Hex laughed. "In fact, you can't,
can you? All wrapped up like an ebony mummy, and no costume party
anywhere in sight..."
Another twist, as Wonder Woman tried to control her emotions at
the infuriating barbs.
"I'm sure you have dozens of questions, am I right?"
Steel blue eyes swung round, glaring at Hex.
"Hmmmm...where to start, where to start..... I'm thinking that
you're absolutely crazed by the fact that a thin little latex suit could
imprison you...especially since you still have your amazon powers. How
can that be?"
The captive's head snapped forward, or tried to. Yes, she was
definitely interested.
"Maybe I should wait a while before I tell you...so I don't spoil the
fun of watching you struggle..."
Hex was obviously baiting her, trying to provoke a reaction.
Wonder Woman forced herself to remain calm, breathing deeply to expel
the tension and stress that welled within her.
"Then again, it isn't proper to keep a woman waiting..." The eyes
swung round again, trying to feign disinterest. But Wonder Woman knew
that Hex might let something slip, some aspect of her bondage that could be
used like a wedge to pry her way to freedom.
"This may surprise you, my dear Wonder Woman, but you've been
our guest for nearly seven days. A careful supply of drugs to ensure that
you wouldn't awaken before we were prepared for you. It's taken most of
the week for the team of scientists to analyze your golden lasso."
A look of shock couldn't be hidden, though the amazon tried to
quell her response.
"Fascinating item, really. Unbreakable by any force that we could
apply. And some incredible aspect of its power forces the truth from the
captives held within it. A very unique item, to be sure.
"We worked on the thing for days, trying to uncover its secrets. The
truth-telling ability was just too complex for us to uncover...but the
unbreakable part was a little more revealing."
Wonder Woman shifted once again, listening intently to every word
for later evaluation.
"It seems that there are elements in the lasso never before discovered
on the periodic charts...elements whose properties can only be theorized
based on their structure. It took us most of the week to replicate the
molecules involved, the process requiring both fission and fusion. Quite
laborious really. And expensive. As a solid, the elements cannot be
broken from one another. But as a liquid, it can be easily molded. The
melting process required temperatures upward of 5000 degrees to break the
cohesion, but we finally succeeded."
Wonder Woman glared down at her captor. Hex knew. It had been
said that the lasso was forged in the furnace of the gods. Now it seemed
that man had been able to duplicate that process, at least partially.
"Once liquefied, we were able to shape the material into any
construct that we wished...like a black latex catsuit, for example. We tested
it, of course, to ensure that the fiber would hold against any known force. It
seems to be passing that mark admirably, don't you think?"
Again, the smug, self-satisfied grin shone up at her. It had indeed
passed the test.
"Oh, don't look so glum, Wonder Woman" Hex said. "We
dissolved less than a quarter of an inch of the lasso during our tests. After
all, we still want to experiment with the truth-telling aspect. You'll be
pleased to know that we named the duplicated strength compound ‘HT', in
honor of its new discoverers, Hex and Tessa". The smile broadened. "Let's
look closer."
Hex folded his hands behind his back, and walked slowly around the
captive, surveying his prize from every possible angle. Wonder Woman had
never felt so helpless, so ‘on-display' as she did now. Hex finally stopped
once again directly below her.
"I've added one more improvement to the latex. I'm sure you've
noticed the metal webbing across the suit. I affectionately call the filaments
‘whiners', due to the sound they make. Let me demonstrate."
Hex stepped to the wall behind the amazon, and reached up.
Wonder Woman heard a ‘click', followed by a low buzzing sound that was
just at the edge of hearing.
Her captor returned within moments, occupying the position directly
below her once more. "We were in something of a rush when we brought
you here, and unfortunately I never got the chance to really appreciate that
amazon body of yours. I think we should rectify that now, don't you?"
"Mmmph!" shot out from behind Wonder Woman's ballgag, a
strenuous objection.
"Aaah, so nice to see you agree...."
Hex very casually reached up, the back of his right hand stroking
slowly across the smooth black surface of an encompassed breast.
Wonder Woman twisted vehemently, infuriated by the audacity of
her captor. As she did so, the buzzing from the whiners suddenly grew
louder, and the amazon very rapidly realized what was happening....
The whiners were contracting! The spiral filaments were tightening,
shrinking against each other, burrowing into the latex! Wonder Woman
watched in horror, ceasing her efforts against the suit long enough to take in
this new revelation.
The buzzing quickly diminished, returning to its previous barely
audible level. A sickening realization began to dawn on the latex clad
captive, but her mind was unable to accept the truth as of yet. Hex reached
up again, sliding a hand along one leg to stop neatly at the crotch.
"MMMPH!" spat out from behind the gag, as the amazon furiously
tried to evade the attention...and again the whiners buzzed loudly in protest.
The filaments contracted once more, now making noticeable dents on the
surface of the latex.
Wonder Woman halted her efforts quickly, and realized immediately
that the whiners did also. ‘Oh no!' was the thought that flashed through her
mind as the connection was made...and Hex obviously saw it.
"You realize what's happening now, don't you? Yes, I can see that
you do... Be a good little amazon, and let me play with you, and nothing
happens. Be a bad little amazon, and try to resist, and the whiners will
convince you to obey. It may take some time, but eventually they will
persuade you of the error of your ways. After all, they're unbreakable
too..." Hex laughed.
Wonder Woman glared at him with a mix of horror and incredulity.
The suit was unbreakable. The whiners were unbreakable. What happened
when the irresistible force met the immovable object? Wonder Woman
didn't know, but she certainly didn't want to be inside the arrangement to
find out...
"Let's begin with your training, shall we?" Hex asked, as he reached
down to retrieve the first of the implements on the gurney below her.
Wonder Woman grimaced, biting hard on the gag as Hex
approached....
****
The next few hours (or was it days?) contained extremely vivid
memories that Wonder Woman would have liked to forget. Her sense of
time had become distorted, mere seconds dragging by like hours as Hex
took thorough delight in tormenting his captive with every device
imaginable.
She had been wrong about the suit. It had contained zippers. Two
of them, actually. One mounted directly at the front, an opening at the
crotch. The other mounted at the rear, allowing access to the anal area. Hex
had been only too eager in ensuring that they didn't stay closed...at least
until he wanted them to.
Every minute had been filled with an unending stream of bondage
implements...toys and tools, games and gadgets. There had been only one
purpose. To make Wonder Woman squirm.
And squirm she had. Who could keep still when a high speed
vibrator was applied directly to quivering love lips? Or when shy nipples
had become twirling playthings, threaded and squeezed by clamps before
being forced to dance wildly at the end of an unforgiving chain. The
sensations would have driven any normal woman beyond endurance...but
for Wonder Woman in had been made even worse.
She still had her amazon powers. In her role as a superheroine, no-
one had ever dared to take advantage of her the way Hex had. The few
times she had succumbed to her enemies, she had found a way to break free
in short order. Most adversaries weren't prepared to deal with the mental
and physical abilities of an amazon with gifts from the gods. But Hex had
found a way to give her the amazon powers and keep her captive. It was a
uniquely appalling arrangement.
Wonder Woman had tried to remain perfectly motionless during the
ordeal, knowing that the whiners would react quickly and decisively to any
struggling. Hex had obviously seen this, and taken the greatest joy in
making her wriggle or writhe, thereby tightening the filaments.
It quickly became a perverse little game...Hex tried to pry a reaction
from the captive amazon, while Wonder Woman tried desperately to remain
ram-rod straight. The latex clad captive failed frequently, and paid the
price.
And now, after several hours, it seemed that Hex had finally tired of
the game. He seemed to be packing things up, preparing to retire for the
evening. Wonder Woman watched in stoic silence, recovering from her
ordeal. She was able to do little else.
The amazon peered carefully down at the wire encasement. Each
strand had burrowed into the latex an inch or more, squeezing the occupant
like an overripe cantaloupe that was about to burst. The network created a
crushing pressure that threatened to overwhelm her, as each wire added to
her discomfort. What had been a smooth black catsuit was now a series of
pockmarked bulges, sharply delineated by the rigid boundaries of the
unbreakable twine. Her chest had suffered some of the worst attention;
multiple balloons protruded outward where the smoothly rounded
hemispheres had been, the vicious filaments sectioning her captive breasts
without pity or remorse.
She had discovered that by remaining totally still, the filaments
would eventually relax their tenacious grip. Even now, it was taking all of
her concentration to remain completely inert. As tired as she was, she
couldn't let her focus slip, lest she move and inadvertently tighten her own
bondage again.
Hex packed the last of the items away, then turned and smiled
upward at his captive.
"That was fun, don't you agree?"
Wonder Woman glared at her captor, her eyes reflecting both her
anger and her obvious disagreement with his opinion.
"We'll have to play again tomorrow I think...."
Wonder Woman tried to remain stoic, but the slightest trace of fear
and deep concern merged into her expression. Not another day of this!
Hera! But what could she do? Her mind raced furiously, trying to seize on
any means of escape possible...and as she ran through each plan, she
realized that Hex was still talking...
"...wondering what we did with your overzealous partner, the perky
little Silk Woman. Please be assured that boredom was never an issue for
her. Tessa made absolutely sure of that. In fact, I think it's time that we
reacquainted you two...."
Hex pressed a button on a remote that he retrieved from his pocket,
and the amazon princess watched as the double doors swung inward once
more.
Shock and amazement lit Wonder Woman's face as she stared at
what had been done to Silk Woman. A duplicate silk catsuit tightly
encased the unfortunate heroine, packaging her like a carbon copy of the more
statuesque Wonder Woman. The whiners were in place as well, deeply
burrowed in the stretchy black fiber. Suspended on a cable, the silk princess
rolled toward the amazon princess, carried forward by the mechanical
conveyor belt above.
As Silk Woman came nearer, the amazon realized that her partner
was stifling tears from her extreme duress. Tessa had obviously succeeded
during ‘playtime' more frequently than Hex. The whiners were buried at
least a half inch deeper on every part of Silk Woman's silk prison. The
bulging protrusions across the suit spoke volumes about the discomfort of
the occupant, and even the slightest of motions sent an agony of distress
through the completely rigid captive. It was readily evident that Silk Woman had been unable to control her reactions to the stimulation.
Undoubtedly, it was because Jessica had been totally inexperienced with
the sheer magnitude of sensations like these. They were all new to her, and
she had reacted explosively. Fury and despair raged through the captive
Wonder Woman as she realized that she could not protect or free her friend
from these evil villains.
The conveyor stopped abruptly as Silk Woman reached a point some
three feet in front of Wonder Woman. The two heroines stared at one another,
the empathy almost palpable as they sorrowed for what had been done to the
other.
Tessa was the first to break the silence. "Looks like our ladies have
had a rough day. I think we should probably leave them alone for awhile,
eh?"
Hex looked like he disagreed, but would bow to his mate's superior
wisdom.
Hex and Tessa walked to the double doors, Wonder Woman
following them closely with her limited vision. Hex twisted the dial on the
lights, darkening the room to the faintest of illumination.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" remarked Tessa, running back to the two
suspended heroines. Wonder Woman coughed emphatically into the gag to
signify her displeasure as she felt and heard the zipper to her crotch open
rapidly. The long, hard cylinder that suddenly pressed against her lower lips
could only be the rubber dildo. Wonder Woman felt it slide inward with
grudging resistance, heard the opening zip shut. Then she heard the zipper
on Silk Woman's suit, as Jessica received the same prize. Despite their
anger, neither heroine dared to move, since the whiners were still active.
Tessa trotted back to the door, meeting Hex at the open portal.
"There now, much better, don't you think?"
Hex nodded his approval, a sly smile creeping into his face. As Hex
exited into the corridor beyond, Tessa turned once more to the captives...her
finger depressing the button on the remote control hidden in her jacket.
Then the door swung shut behind the villainess, as she hummed a merry
little tune while she caught up with her lover...
Both dildos began vibrating eagerly, impacting against the tight
confines of their prison walls. The suit held them tightly in position.
There was no chance that they would be ejected by the struggling captives.
Through the long, dark night the silence of the room was broken
only by occasional explosive moans and gasps of orgasming
captives...followed by the loud buzz of whiners contracting...
To be continued sgwonder.deviantart.com/art/Wo…
