Wonder Woman Lashes Out by Miranda Wonder Woman lashes out at the one who tries to help her after Supergirl dominates and humiliates her. After chronicling the first three fights, I never dreamed I would be so up close and personal with one of those super babes. Wonder Woman continues to moan, still tied up in the ropes by her Magic Lasso. My body is still tingling with electricity from watching the titanic battle. Taking a deep breath to compose myself, I look around and notice that all the other superheroes and superheroines have left. I decide it is up to me to release the Amazon from her bondage so that she can go and try to recover. I adjust my black bustier and short black skirt and climb into the ring and walk over to the Princess of Themyscira. I stand transfixed, staring at her body, which even in defeat looks maginficent. Her bountiful breasts free from the bodice stand out, defying gravity. Her flowing raven locks hang loosely down over her face. I tentatively reach out to touch her, but draw back when her head moves and she moans again. My eyes fall down to her body and fixate on the golden belt around her midsection. Beyond her Amazon physique, it is the belt that gives the Princess her superpowers. I suddenly remember rumours I've heard about the belt. Taking a quick look at her face, I see that Wonder Woman is still not completely conscious. I quickly decide that now is my chance to find out. I step out of the ropes and go behind her. With trembling fingers, I carefully search until I find the mechanism to undo the belt. Being so close to this gorgeous female speciman causes a special warmth to spread to my breasts and between my legs. I go to the corner and put the belt down. I walk back toward Wonder Woman shivering with excitement. I carefully undo the Golden Lasso that has her arms tied up in the ropes. When I have both of her arms free, she drops to her knees and then forward unto her arms. While she is down for a few minutes, I coil up the rope and tuck it into the waistband of my skirt. Wonder Woman slowly shakes her head, looks up at me and starts to rise. With her hair hanging down over her face, I find it difficult to read her expression. I put my right hand out to help pull her to her feet. She grabs it and begins to pull herself up. Just as she gets to her feet, she lashes out with her left hand and throws a vicious hook into my right breast. The force of the blow sends me careening across the mat landing in the ropes. I just manage to grab the ropes so that I don't go ricocheting back toward her. Stunned and in pain, I fall to the mat on one knee, clutching my breast. I slowly rise and turn to face her hoping to get an explanation for this unprovoked attack. Instead, all I see is a bundle of Amazon fury heading toward me. Just as I fully get to my feet, her right fist drives right into my midsection. I'm knocked back into the ropes again. But this time when I bounce off, I'm unable to maintain control and go right back at that fist, which once again buries itself into my gut. With a loud wooshing sound, the air leaves my body as it folds around that ramrod fist. As the fist is withdrawn, my body crashes to the mat. With my insides on fire, I roll over to try and get away. As I get up on my hands and knees, it is my lower back that now explodes in pain as a sharp punch is delivered to each of my kidneys. Fortunately for me, the direction of the punches causes me to fall forward. I roll over onto to my knees and turn to face her. Still hoping to resolve this, I put my hands up to signal 'wait', but Wonder Woman responds by grabbing both wrists in her hands and pulling me to my feet. She throws me back into the ropes. She steps to the side as I bounce off, reaches up and grabs the back of bustier bringing me to a sudden stop. The Amazonian pulls me back toward her and starts throwing punches into my kidneys. The heavy blows cause my body to bend around the penetrating fists. They are delivered with such strength that they begin to lift me off the floor. Wonder Woman releases the bustier just as the last blow connects. I go flying across the ring into the ropes. With my arms splayed I bounce into the ropes, but somehow manage to prevent myself from going back to the middle of the ring. As I slowly rise to my feet, I see her approaching me again. Desparate to stave off further pounding, I wait until she gets close and throw a forearm smash into her breast. The warmth I experienced earlier returns as I connect with the full, firm mound and I see the breast flesh ripple slightly as my arm comes back away. Looking down at her mound, Wonder Woman is instantly reminded of the humiliation she suffered at the hands of Supergirl. Snarling she grabs me and forces me back into the ropes. I lash out wildly with my right which plows into her solar plexus. Taken aback, but unhurt, the Amazonian releases me and takes a step back. I think I have thrown her off enough to mount a counterattack, when I see her eyes focus on my waist where her Lasso is tucked into my skirt. Seeing the anger return to her eyes, I rush forward and deliver two thundering shots to her midsection, but it is too late. Full of fury, she ignores the blows and begins throwing her own punches into my abs. The blows send me back into the ropes. She then bends her knees and starts throwing uppercuts into my solar plexus. The blows paralyze me with pain and start to lift my body up into the ropes. My upper body begins to lean forward so that my face is soon very close to her magnificent mounds. After the last blow, without my feet underneath me, I crumple to the mat. Moaning in pain, I stare at her red boots. As my head clears slightly, my eyes travel up her gorgeous legs, past her pussy and muscled abs to those breasts. I stare in awe at her beauty accentuated by her hands on her hips. Before I can try once again to explain what happened or plead for mercy, Wonder Woman reaches down and grabs me by the hair. I whimper as she pulls me to my feet. She moves me sideways and punches me once again in the stomach, letting go as the blow lands sends my body crashing back into the ring post. I struggle to get my air back and stay on my feet. The Amazonian is right on me again. I lift up my arms to try and protect myself. She throws a left that plows past them and flattens my right breast against my chest. I am equally ineffective in protecting my left breast as her right squashes it. Then with increasing speed, both breasts are battered and pounded by Wonder Woman's pummelling fists. My firm 36 D's are distorted and mishapened as punches from both hands drill through my feeble defenses and find their target. I pull my arms in and wrap them across my breasts to blunt the attack. Taking advantage of the opening, Wonder Woman switches targets and begins slashing punches into my midsection again. When I bring down one arm for protection, the Amazonian begins landing punches wherever there is an opening. Uppercuts and crosses to the breasts, hooks and straight punches to the guts. My knees start buckles from the relentless pounding. At the same time I feel my nipples get hard as I stare at her sweat covered breasts as they move in concert with the punches. With my strength waning, my hands fall to my side. Straight punches to my left and right breast push the nipples back in to my chest. An uppercut to my solar plexus drives the last bit of air out of my body. My legs give out, I fall face first into her breasts and slide down her body to the mat. Wonder Woman pulls me out from the corner and rolls me over onto my back. She sits down my thighs and again starts punching my breasts. When my arms weakly flail up to my bruised and swollen mounds, she goes back to pounding my abs, taking out all her fury at Supergirl on my helpless body. After several minutes when I am almost unresponsive, she sits back on my thighs, her gorgeous ass putting even more pressure on my thighs. She then reaches forward and grabs my red hair and pulls my head up off the mat. Wonder Woman jams my face into her cleavage. I can tast the saltiness of her skin and feel her sweat on my face as it disappears into the fullness of her mounds. Her breasts seem to have their own power as I feel my face pressed and squeezed. The scent of her body quickly fills my head and the warmth I felt earlier erupts into full arousal. I feel liquid heat building between my legs as Wonder Woman's thighs and ass continue to press down and squeeze against me. I'm unable to breathe, but somehow the scent of her superheated body continues to reach me and stoke my fires. She wraps her hands around the back of my head and pushes my face in even further. Feebly, I try to turn my head to get air, but her strength and her intoxicating fragrance have me completely under her control. Soon, the only movement I can and want to make is to thrust my hips up against her. I feel myself growing more and more excited as her milky white, full breasts continue to smother my face. My legs and hips begin to convulse rapidly as Wonder Woman continues to apply the pressure. Out of air, I feel my arousal building as my consiousness ebbs. I open my mouth and suck on her breast in one last desparate attempt to get air. The last little taste of her causes me to thrust up against her again. My whole body shudders with ecstasy as I fade into unconsciousness and go completely limp. ________________________________________________________ When I come to, the first thing I feel is a wave of pleasure as I recall the taste and smell of her magnificent breasts and the feeling of being dominated by Wonder Woman. When I try to move, pleasure is quickly replaced by pain as the other aspect of the domination makes its presence felt. Despite the pain, I don't want anyone to know what happened just yet, so I slowly get to a sitting position. I look around and see that I am alone. As my senses continue to clear, my eye catches the glint of Wonder Woman's belt by the corner ringpost where I had left it. Remembering what started this, I look down and see that her Golden Lasso is gone. I can't believe the belt has been left behind. Still in a great deal of pain, I make my way over to the corner and pick up the belt. I look it over carefully, admiring it's beauty. When I turn it over, I notice a strange substance speckled on the back. Could this be the secret of the belt's power. Having access to the labs in Headquarters, I know there is a way I could find out. If I'm successful, it will mean experiencing that breast smother will not be the only good thing I was able to cum out of this ring with. Tingling with anticipation, I move as quickly as my pain-wracked body permits and head for the lab.