Thread: Empire - City of Wonder (Black_Out and The Supple Nail)

There was movement in the dark but with her clouded, wavering vision Wonder Woman couldn't make out anything but shapes and shadows. She pushed herself up off the wall with a supreme effort of will and unwisely drew her sword, trying to level it in front of her. She ignored the thought scattering burst of pleasure as the red and gold satin shifted against her stiff nipples. She could only hold the blade for a moment or two before it dropped out of her nerveless fingers and clattered to the ground at her feet. She stared dumbly at it, trying not to quake, trying to will her hands to stay at the ready. Wh-who dares to... Was all she managed woozily as the thick ropes burst out around her. It wasn't a methodical hog tie, it was a haphazard trap, but effective none the less. One arm was pinned at her side. The other, extended out in front of her, was caught at the elbow and lashed across her midriff. The ropes must have been comprised of some friction locking material, every little jerk and struggle only pulled them tighter and tighter. Quick strands enveloped her, gagging her, pinning her arms, slamming her legs together, but she didn't trip. No, when the unfeeling strap flew between her legs, pulling up between the dripping cleft of her sex with sudden, inescapable pressure she shuddered and collapsed, her legs simply giving way beneath her. Uuuuungh! Was the only sound she could make around the gag, a piteous moan as she toppled over, her raven hair falling around her face like a veil. She had known pleasure before. In her own inexpert explorations of her body as a young girl, newly sculpted from clay and breathed life by the queen of the Amazons. In the shy fumbling of curious friends exploring each other and their own budding sexualities. In shy kisses with maidens who scarcely knew what they were seeking from each other. But since she had come to the World of Men she had forsaken such pursuits, focusing on her training, her mission. Her mind felt shattered, unable to cope with the sudden and unwanted assault of pleasure. Every jerky spasm ground her pubic bone down into her bonds. There was no friction but intense pressure on her captive clit through the fabric of her uniform. She had to force herself to keep from jerking her hips forward against her restraints. Even dosed with such a powerful aphrodisiac Wonder Woman may have been just fine, if oversexed for a day or two. But coming so close after her encounter with the Creep, with his dark influence still festering in his mind, the assault was an entirely different matter. It intensified, not her natural sexuality, but her deepest and most shameful sexual fears. Her conscious mind had no notion of the damage being wrought, only the unending hell of pleasure wracking her body. But as the insidious overdose rewrote her nerves it also began to link inexorably in her mind the pleasure she was feeling and the sexual terror that she had experienced at the hands of the Creep. Fear, pain, helplessness, shame, embarrassment, these thoughts and more were at the forefront of her mind as the aphrodisiac did its work. As hallucinations and visions began to overtake her mind she trembled in her bonds, her eyes staring listlessly ahead. Her fingers grasped and groped in a token effort to free herself. Her hips began to slowly and sensuously undulate as she ground her little clitty down on the rope running over her panties.