Sentenced by Amazon
by Miranda
Following the challenge trial outcome, WW executes sentence




      I blink several times as I focus on Wonder Woman's face and cannot
believe what I'm seeing.  The last time I had seen such an intense look of
sexual desire was when she was in ring at Headquarters facing Supergirl.
As the realization of what I am seeing starts to sink in, I begin to wonder
what has brought her to this state.  I then remember my head brushing
against something as I stood up and wonder if I have ignited her arousal.

      To be sure what I am seeing is correct, I tentatively reach forward
with both hands toward her magnificent 40DD mounds.  When I get no
reaction, I become a little braver and lightly touch the underside of her
breasts and pull my fingers along and back toward her nipples.  The result
is electryfying.  Wonder Woman closes her eyes as a deep, gutteral "O"
escapes her ruby lips as her nipples harden and thrust out against the
cira.

      I drop my hands and stare in amazement.  Whatever has put her in this
state no longer matters.  The fact that I could affect her blows my mind.
I am making Wonder Woman hot!  Not wanting to let such an opportunity
escape, I grab the nearest chair and move it in behind her.  I then
carefully ease her back until she is sitting on the chair.  I take a brief
moment to pause again to look her over, her face calmly beautiful, her eyes
still closed, her slightly parted lips puckered and her nipples still hard
and firm.

      I tentatively move forward and spread my legs so I can sit on her
thighs.  I can feel her muscles strong, hard, yet somehow alive under the
cira.  As I settle into position, I am surprised that I can feel her skin
against mine.  I look down and see that the cira is gone from where our
thighs are touching.  I then remember what Wonder Woman had told me before
the start of the challenge, that direct contact between the cira on our
bodies would cause it to melt away.  I then also notice a pleasant, faint,
but stimulating fragrance.  As it ingrains itself into me, I feel myself
grow bolder and more confident.

      I lean forward, slide my fingers into Wonder Woman's raven locks to
pull her head up and forward, and start kissing her.  I can feel her lips
and tongue respond to my touch.  After a moment I break the embrace and
lean back slightly.  When I look at Wonder Woman, I see that her eyes are
now open.  They still glow with the desire that I saw earlier.  Now, there
is an additional look I cannot read as she gazes back studying my face.

      I move my fingers from her hair to her neck and over her shoulders.
I can feel her soft skin and look down to see that I have made a path
through the cira.  I watch in fascination while I continue to move my
fingers past her collar bone to the top of her breasts as the cira
dissolves at my touch.  It turns into a fine, diffuse mist that quickly
disappears in the air filling my head with that wonderful fragrance.  My
own desire building, I continue to move my hands onto her breasts and begin
to slowly remove the rest of the cira.  Now that it is completely gone from
my hands, I find I can remove it from her with my fingers by peeling it
off.

      With only Wonder Woman's nipples still covered, I pause to admire the
Amazon.  Her full, milky white breasts almost glow in contrast to the blue
cira still on her nipples and the rest of her body.  The orbs rise and fall
in time with her breathing.  When I touch them again the breathing rate
begins to increase.  As I skim my fingers over the erect nipples removing
the last of the cira, another long, low moan escapes her lips.

      Wonder Woman's responses to my caresses are making me hotter and
hotter.  Wanting now to dominate and please her sexually, I bend down and
begin slowly, teasingly kissing and licking her breasts.  Each touch brings
a sharp gasp of delight from the Amazon.  I can also feel underneath me the
rippling of her powerful thigh muscles.  Taking it as a sign of even more
excitement I continue to go back and forth from breast to breast, inside
and outside, gradually working my way toward the nipples.

      When I got to the areolas, her thighs begin driving up into mine.  I
feel the chair begin to rock underneath us as I continue to pleasure and
enjoy.  A shiver runs through me as I begin on the rock hard nipples.
Suddenly, her fingers grab my crimson locks as her hips thrust forward and
up, and a load moan of pleasure escapes from her trembling lips.  Taken by
surprise, I find myself off balance as the chair rocks over to one side.
The orgasm that ripples through Wonder Woman's body is the last little bit
of energy necessary to topple the chair and send us down to the floor.

      Disoriented, but unhurt, I quickly try to refocus.  The first thing I
notice is that I am on my back and Wonder Woman is lying on top of me, my
face under her neck.  She slowly rises up on her hands and kness.  Her blue
eyes sparkle as she look down at me, her ruby lips showing a slight smile.

      In a quick movement, she shifts to her left and drops her right thigh
between my thighs.  Instinctively I respond by rotating my hips.  Wonder
Woman gently eases her thigh up into the junction of my thighs.  Instantly
I can feel the muscles of her bare thigh rippling against my pussy lips and
my clit, even though they are still covered by the cira.  A wave of
intense pleasure washes through me.  My arousal continues to build as
Wonder Woman begins to gently rub her thigh up and down against me.  With
each stroke it seems that the individual fibers of her muscles are teasing
my moist pussy lips and massaging my swollen clit.

      Just as I feel my climax start to build, Wonder Woman suddenly
withdraws her thigh and sits back on my thighs.  As a long frustrated moan
escapes my lips, she looks down at me with a mischieveous smile.  Before I
can say anything, she brings her head down to my face and intently begins
kissing me.  Very quickly our lips and tongues are teasing and playing with
each other.  I reach up and begin stroking her back feeling the cira there
dissolving into the air.

      When I try to pull her down on top of me, Wonder Woman pushes up to
break the embrace.  Her raven locks flow as she slowly shakes her head from
side to side, eyes still sparkling and lips curved in that smile.  Helpless
in the grip of unresolved passion, I offer no resistance as Wonder Woman
takes my arms in her hands and pulls them from her back.  She then
stretches them over my head.  As she climbs off me, she clasps both my
wrists together in her left hand.

      Wonder Woman leans over me again and begins gently squeezing,
stroking and massaging my 36D breasts with her fingers.  Once again I can
feel arousal welling up inside me.  I don't think I could have stopped it
if I wanted to, and right now I didn't want it to stop.  With great skill,
she moves her fingers all around my breasts, teasing, pinching and tracing
patterns.  She then goes directly to my nipples, going back and forth from
one to the other.  My breathing becomes more and more ragged as I could
feel another climax boiling up inside.  Just when I think I will show her
how much I enjoy her pleasuring me, she stops.

      Again I let out a frustrated moan.  I clench my teeth and squeeze my
eyelids shut as I shake my head back and forth trying to control the anger
building up out of frustration.  When I manage to get some control of
myself I open my eyes to ask Wonder Woman why she is doing this to me.  I
gasp in shock when I realized my field of vision is completely filled with
the milky whiteness of her juicy juggs.  As quickly I am able, I fill my
lungs with air trying to prepare for what I think is the envitable breast
smother.

      I hold my breathe as the alabaster orbs descend onto my face.   Just
as contact is made I feel another wave of electricity course through my
body.  I shiver in anticipation when Wonder Woman rises up slightly and
brings her breasts down at a slightly different angle on a different part
of my face.  She  rises up again then gently comes down in a sweeping
motion so that her nipples brush across my lips.  Too late I realize what
she is doing and try to grasp them in my lips.

      I close my eyes in frustration.  As if able to read my mind and know
that they are closed, the next pass of Wonder Woman's breasts is across my
eyelids.  The effect is electric.  She then brushes my chin, my left cheek,
my forehead, my nose and my right cheek.  By now I am panting open-mouthed
as excitment churns inside me.  Her scent then fills my head as she stops
one breast in front of my nose and lowers it down to my lips.  My tongue
instantly shoots out as I begin licking and sucking on her rock hard
nipple, that seem impossibly to grow  longer in my mouth.  She then
abruptly pulls up and away and shifts slightly to allow the other nipple to
be serviced by my more than willing mouth.  I am afraid this opportunity
won't last as happened before, but try as I might, I cannot prevent another
orgasm from building up inside me.  Sure enough, just as I feel myself
ready to go over the edge, Wonder Woman rises up leaving me frustrated once
again.

      "Wonder Woman, why are you do...?"  My question is cut off as she
quickly leans down and places another kiss on my lips.  To try and distract
myself, I try to loosen my wrists from her grip, but she is much too
strong.  Also, Wonder Woman uses her lips and tongue in such a way as to
quickly reheat the fires of passion within me.  Despite my best efforts, I
soon find myself moaning in response to her exquisite touch.

      Knowing she has my full attention on what she is doing, Wonder Woman
slowly moves her kiss from my mouth to my chin . . . to my neck . . . to my
chest . . . and then to my breasts.  My back arches as I begin to wriggle
and squirm as my body seeks release from the constant build up of passion.
Wonder Woman takes her time licking and kissing my mounds in a way that
shows that she is really enjoying herself, as well as playing me like a
fine violin.  When she finally gets to my nipples, I feel at long last I
will be allowed to feel the fulfilment my body has been seeking.  Kissing,
gently biting, licking and blowing on my rock hard nipples sends me into a
frenzy I didn't think possible.

      Unbelievably (at least to me), Wonder Woman again ceases her
pleasuring.  My body collapses in a state of such complete frustration that
when Wonder Woman releases my wrists, I am unable to move.  I try to think
of what crime I have committed that necessitates such an agonizing
sentence.  When I am finally able to open my eyes and look at her, I am
surprised to see she isn't looking at me.  She is looking over her shoulder
at her back where both hands are busy.  She brings her hands together,
moving them all over above my body, slowly rubbing them together.  I see a
fine blue mist fall toward me and decide it must be cira.

      Wonder Woman suddenly leans close and whispers in my ear, "Remember
my thigh."  Instantly, the memory of her thigh rubbing against me returns.
Heat flairs in my pussy as an orgasm ripples through me.  Before I can
begin to enjoy the long awaited sensation, she speaks again.  "Remember my
fingers on your breasts."  This time I feel the heat in my breasts as
another orgasm, stronger than the last one, spreads through me.

      On one hand I am grateful,  as I am finally getting some release, but
Wonder Woman is having me experience one after another.  "Remember kissing
my breasts," she whispers next.  An even stronger orgasm shakes me as my
lips and tongue tingled while the corresponding memory glows in my mind.
"Remember me kissing your breasts" sends a still more powerful orgasm
surging through me.  My body is on the verge of exhaustion from the series
pleasurable releases after being denied so many times.

      There is now a pause as Wonder Woman moves to straddle me again.
Panting heavily, but still trying to find some focus, I look up to see
Wonder Woman smiling down at me warmly.  Just as I am about to ask what is
next, I notice a slight movement and look down my body to see her breasts
slowly easing toward mine.  When I arch my back so that my breasts can
sooner contact hers, she lifts herself up to keep them out of range.  As I
moan in frustration she drops herself down onto me.

      The heat of pain and pleasure consume my breasts as I feel the weight
of her luscious mounds on mine.  A gasp escapes my lips as the sensation
spreads throughout my body.  I then find it difficult to get air back into
my body as Wonder Woman begins pressing down her breasts into mine.
Knowing it is the weight of her breasts that is squeezing the air out of me
causes me to get more excited.  Instinctively my hands go up and begins
caressing the back of her body from her neck down to her thighs and back up
again.

      Wonder Woman then starts doing to me what Supergirl had done to her.
I can feel her nipples teasing mine by going side to side, and then up and
down.  She then begins drawing circles around mine.   One of my hands slips
off her hip and goes in between her thighs.  As I rub I can feel the cira
still in place.  As I begin to pleasure the Amazon, she begins to swing her
breasts back and forth gently pushing and pulling mine from side to side.
Our breathing begins to synchronize as the passion begins to build to a
level beyond anything I've ever experienced.  She then begins to push her
breasts through mine from underneath .  My body seems to be on fire when
Wonder Woman suddenly stops, causing my breathing to stop with my lungs
full of air.

      "You're so beautiful," Wonder Woman whispers to me, then drops her
breasts back onto my aching mounds.  The combination of that action and her
words causes an orgasm to erupt in my body as the air explodes from my
chest in the form of a loud wail of delight.  The sensation seems to go on
and on, accented by the fact that my fingers inside her have become
drenched with her sweetness and I can feel Wonder Woman's body shaking with
her own orgasm.  As a final surge of pleasure shakes both of us, my own
body finally gives in to physical exhaustion and I pass out.



      My eyes slowly flutter open and I try to focus on my surroundings.
As I  look around, I know I am clothed, on my back, and I realize I am not
in the same room that I'm remembering.  A feeling of disappointment takes
hold of me as I realize I must have been dreaming.  I close my eyes in
exasperation, but the images stay firmly locked in my mind.  I begin to
think I must have hurt my head during or after the charity wrestling match
and am now just coming around.

      "Hello," purrs the familiar voice.  "I'm glad you've awakened.  I
wanted to speak to you as soon as you did."

      My head whips around and see Wonder Woman sitting on a chair in her
complete costume.  "Where ... am I?" I ask hesitantly.

      "Headquarters," Wonder Woman replies simply.

      "What . . . how . . . ?" I stammer.

      "I flew us here in my plane.  You were understandably exhausted from
yesterday's events..."

      "Yesterday!" I burst out, sitting up staring at the Amazon.  "But,
I..."

      Wonder Woman puts up her hand to stop me.  "Please, let me explain,"
she says, smiling.  "Everything you are remembering right now really did
happen.  Those events occured yesterday.  The wrestling match we were
involved in was the night before that.  You have been given an opportunity
that very few outside our community have experienced."

      "But . . . I don't understand," is all I can get out.

      "I was impressed with the way you intervened on my behalf in the
ring.  I was also taken with how beautiful you are.  You passed the
challenge when you accepted it, but your determination during it made you
even more attractive to me."  At this point Wonder Woman drops her head and
takes a deep breath.  When she looks up again, unbelievably there is a
trace of embarassment on her face.  "Besides measuring our reactions in
during the challenge, the cira told me that you were also attracted to me.
I was so overwhelmed with desire for you that I'm afraid I took advantage
of you."

      I sit there open-mouthed staring at her.  When I don't speak, she
continues, "I'm sorry for what I did to you.  Now that you are fine, and I
have told you the truth, I will leave you."

      "Wait!" I manage to find my voice before she can get up to leave.  I
use those few seconds to gather my thoughts together.  "If I accept that
all these things happened as I'm remembering them, there's just one thing I
have to know."

      "What's that?" Wonder Woman asks simply and quietly.

      "The cira.  Was it responsible for my reactions to you?"

      "No," replies Wonder Woman, shaking her head.  "The cira only
released the feelings that it earlier prevented you from experiencing.  All
your feelings and responses - and mine (sighing) - were genuine, the result
of our mutual attraction to each other.  Still, I should not have..."

      "Don't apologize," I interrupt.  "It was the fulfilment of what I
thought was an impossible dream.  Thank-you."

      After a moment's hesitation, Wonder Woman's face breaks into a
grateful smile, her eyes a sparking blue.  When I smile in response, she
slowly stands, turns, and leaves the room.  I sit in place, close my eyes,
and begin to go through the events of the last couple of days, my smile
growing wider and wider.