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The Finer Art of Crime	By : Jackbnimble Category: DC Verse Comics > Wonder Woman Views: 15619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Summary; even watching Wonder Woman as a little kid I was enraptured with this scene, the way the beautiful, powerful Wonder Woman (there never was a sexier woman than Lynda Carter in 1978) is seemingly outsmarted and defeated by the scheming bad guys, surrenders to them and seems to find delight in her succumbing to their control and being transformed into a living statue, their prize and possession for evermore. Years later I discovered conquered superheroine/ASFR fetishism and was resassured to find that I wasn't alone. So, here's how I'd like the scene to have worked out.
Rating; NC17/18, sexual content
Disclaimer; all characters herewithin belong to DC comics/CBS, this is purely a work of fiction for free internet distribution and I take no profit from it. This is purely a work of fantasy, in real life always practice safe sex (and don't go around transforming superheroines into living waxworks/obedient sex slaves and having them rob museums on your behalf, unlikely as it is the opportunity might arise).
Distribution; take what you like
Setting; during the season 2 Wonder Woman ep 'The Fine Art of Crime'. Investigating a series of impossible thefts committed inside burglar-proof museums Wonder Woman has been lured into a trap by the villains. And if you want to see this story played out on screen by Lynda Carter just follow the link to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NmMJ-I7iGm4&feature=feedlik I promise you, if you're into ASFR or conquered superheroines it's an utter classic
The Finest Art of Crime
Wonder Woman landed adroitly on the floor of the workshop. Robert's statues surrounded her, eerily lifelike in the gloom. Suspiciously she reached out and touched one. Plastic and lifeless. Her idea that they might actually be burglars pretending to be statues couldn't true, they were mannequins plain and simple. She was already jumpy before the door opened and Harry Roberts walked in.
She felt vaguely guilty being caught sneaking around his workshop but Roberts didn't seem surprised or alarmed at all. She was amazed to see that in his hand he carried what looked exactly like one of her own bracelets. Absurdly she found herself backing away into a corner as he approached, despite the fact that he could hardly have seemed any less of a threat.
"I would like you to put this on" he said, his voice filled with charm. For some reason she found it unsettling and yet a little bit intriguing. But she was all about business.
"No thanks" she remarked "I have 2 of my own"
She held up her forearms to display them.
"Surrendering to me already?" he smiled. Wonder Woman realised that her upraised arms did make it look like she was making the classic pose of surrender. She hurriedly, took her arms down.
"Would surrender really be so bad?" he asked her.
"What? Surrender...I...?" for once in her life she was genuinely perplexed.
"Place the bracelet on your wrist Wonder Woman" a disembodied voice ordered. She looked around desperately for it's source.
"Who are you? Where are you?" She noticed a camera on the wall, a small speaker attached to it.
"Who I am is unimportant. I am currently in my limousine on my way to my friend Harry Robert's art exhibition. I look very much forward to meeting you there. I look very much forward to meeting you there, exhibited along with all the other statues in his collection with the new bracelet on your wrist"
Her eyes were drawn to it once again. It seemed so harmless. Roberts offered it to her and it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to take it from him. She examined it closely. It was an exact replica of her own. "What is it?"
Roberts was only too happy to explain. "This is a suspended animation unit. Once placed on your wrist it will transform you into a living statue, the latest in our magnificent exhibtion"
So that was how they committed the robberies. They froze their accomplices, placed them in the museums as statues and the reactivated them again. So now she knew.
Roberts held out his hand as if expecting her to hand him her real bracelet. Was he out of his mind? She effortlessly tossed him into a heap of boxes, grinning at the sight of him looking in horror at the disembodied wax hand he found stuck in his face. However he picked himself up, dusted himself down and advanced towards her again, holding out his hand for her bracelet.
Did they really think she'd give in to them? They seemed to so coolly confident, so sure of themselves. A plan formed in her mind. She could pretend to give in to them, make them believe she had surrendered and been frozen. That way she would be able to catch Mr Big along with Roberts at the unveiling ceremony.
She sighed "Well I guess you win"
"Of course" the disembodied voice declared triumphantly "I won the moment I planned this"
She took the real bracelet off her wrist and faster than the eye could follow switched it for the fake one which she handed to Roberts. She had to admit there was a slight illicit thrill about her pantomine of succumbing to them, pretending to surrender to their control. She found her cunny more than a little wet at the thought of having the dastardly pair as her new masters.
"Very good" Mr Big told her her with relish. "Now hands on hips I think"
She obeyed. Once again she found herself strangely turned on by the act of following their orders. It only increased as he told her. "Legs slightly wider apart"
She once again did as instructed, hoping that the growing damp patch at the front of her blue star spangled bikini bottoms wasn't visible. She could not deny that this charade of enslavement was making her increasingly aroused.
"Well smile. Smile the smile you wish to wear for the rest of eternity for wear it you shall". She gave her happiest, most radiant smile. It wasn't difficult, the euphoria she felt from acting out her secret submissive fantasy gave her a high she had seldom ever experienced.
"Good trick Wonder Woman. But please put on the REAL bracelet!"
Her mind reeled. "How did you know?"
"My readout shows me the vital signs of all those frozen. Currenty you have none making me suspect that you switched the bracelets. Please give Mr Roberts your real bracelet and place the suspended animation device on your wrist"
Her heart thumped. They'd outsmarted her. As if in a daze she gingerly took off her real bracelet and handed it to Roberts. Before she knew what she was doing the suspended animation unit was in her hand.
"That's it" Mr Big contimued soothingly. "Now place the bracelet on your wrist"
"I...I..."
"You always wanted this" Roberts told her calmly.
"What? Wanted it?" her head spun with the idea.
"Why else would you come here? Secretly you always knew what this entailed and longed to be my latest work of art, frozen immobile and put on display like a doll in a toyshop"
Mr Big joined in "Deep down wasn't this always your dark secret desire? To give in and submit, be transformed into human manequin?"
She found she couldn't speak. But she was embarrassingly aware that she was blushing as she had never blushed before.
Robert's grinned all the wider. She couldn't see Mr Big but she just knew he was doing the same, both greatly enjoying her helplessness that they had exposed her secret desire. She wondered how they knew her almost better than she knew herself?
"Yeah, ok, when I figured out your scheme I thought about it..." she admitted.
"Dreamt you mean" Roberts told her.
"Fantasized more like it" Mr Big told her "And now we can make your dreams come true"
She hesitated but he continued. "Don't worry, it's a more common fantasy than you might think, we just guessed right. You only have one bracelet on. They should be a pair shouldn't they? They're meant to be worn that way aren't they?"
"Yes" she nodded. She could hardly dispute his logic. She had got to the point that the very tone of his voice was making her incredibly horny, her nipples hard and throbbing. The idea of being their immobolized slave was a dark pleasure that filled her with shame and deep, irresistible longing.
"Just rest the bracelet on your skin, there's no harm in it"
She gingerly did as she was told, her hand shaking, resting it lightly on her skin. She'd already gone this far, it seemed pointless to resist. She felt on the point of orgasm as the cool metal touched her forearm, letting it sit there, it's weight resting effortlessly on her wrist. It didn't seem dangerous, identical to her other bracelet in every way. And the pair should be worn together. She realised that she was gradually deriving sexual pleasure from their domination of her and that her only wish was for it to continue and increase.
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yes" she repeated, her voice a little husky, almost a moan.
"Excellent, you're already agreeing with me, you'd better get used to that. Now just a little more pressure, slip it onto your wrist where it belongs, where it's meant to be"
She had no memory of actually doing it but before she knew it the bracelet had slipped entirely onto her wrist. Her heart thumped in her chest, her breathing growing shallower and more laboured. She was entirely helpless now, at their mercy. So why did it feel so damn good?
As she looked up at them she found she'd automatically assumed the pose they'd ordered her into, hands on hips, legs apart, shoulders back with her breasts thrust out so they threatened to burst out of her bodice. This was it, there was no turning back now, she would be their toy and possession forever, their's to use and display as they wished.
A slight electronic humming sound informed her that the transformation process had begun. She could feel herself slowly being converted into a statue, her internal organs shutting down, her skin and limbs hardening. She couldn't move a muscle, completely paralysed, no more able to act than if she'd been a doll in a toyshop window.
Nor did she want to.
Two concurrent activities were occuring in her brain. Firstly she found her memories and personality fading away, being gradually replaced by a new thought pattern, blank and obedient, those of a living statue with no will of her own, just an endless desire to be exhibited and submit to the orders of her new owners and masters. The second was a state of continuous and overwhelming orgasm, exploding from her clitty and nipples, spreading rapidly to every molecule of her now stiff and motionless body. Her last conscious thought was to cry out in pleasure and pain but she found she couldn't move to do even that, their domination of her complete and making the sense of delight in her climax all the greater. Within a few seconds she was Wonder Woman no more, just a frozen, motionless, brainless, beautiful statue, silently delighting in the amazing double sensations of utter submission and endless sexual climax.
The villains cackled in delight, gazing with awe at their newest, most beautiful creation, their possession to prize and enjoy for evermore.
*****
With a flourish the covering came off, Roberts sweeping it to one side in a dramatic gesture. The museum audience gasped in delight and amazement at the incredibly realistic and sexy Wonder Woman statue, the pride of Harry Robert's extensive collection as Roberts and Mr Big congratulated one another on their triumph. If Wonder Woman was aware of any of this she didn't show it, just standing there, frozen and immobile, a statue no different to all the others, her smile beaming radiantly in erotic delight at her fate.
*****
Six months later.
"What the...?" she exclaimed as she sprang to life once more. Her masters were before her, both looking panicked as hell. She tottered off her plinth, temporarily losing her balance as the feeling returned to her limbs.
Roberts looked at her with hysteria. "I don't know how to tell you this but there's a mob of dinosaurs tearing up the city!"
Wonder Woman stood up again, shrugging "Of course there is. What did you think was going to happen to the world if you took superheroes out of equation?"
She took her real bracelet from Mr Big's unresisiting hand then leapt out of the window, leaving them speechless behind her.
*****
They were still cowering in the corner of the museum when she returned, picking giant lizard scales out of her hair.
Roberts sighed "I guess it's off to jail huh?"
Wonder Woman shook her head "No, I'd be happy to stay on as your statue. But you've got to release me whenever there's some sort of crisis"
The looked at one another surprised. It was an easy request to agree to.
"Speaking of crisis" she remarked grabbing both of them and pulling them to here. She kissed each long and hard in turn.
"Like every other statue" Roberts observed as Wonder Woman tongued "Incurably horny once they're reanimated"
She fell to her knees and unbuttoned their trousers, kissing and licking their already pulsing cocks before taking both into her mouth and sucking like crazy, greedily swallowing down some of the mountains of cum they poured down her throat.
As they took their time to recover Wonder Woman ground herself wantonly against Robert's leg, moaning and groaning frenziedly as she tried to bring herself off, her cunny juices staining his suit even through her bikini bottoms. They grinned and worked the remote control.
"Well, I think I know some more people who'd like to use her...and abuse her"
He worked the control bringing the rest of the frozen exhibits to life. They rapidly surrounded her, overcome with lust after having been frozen for so long. She stood up, urgently fighting to tear her costume off so that she could be naked before them.
"Allow me senorita" the Zorro waxwork implored her using his sword to strip her off her red bodice and white and blue bikini bottoms in three short, sharp cuts. It left her nude except for her red kneeboots, a collective gasp of amazement and lust emanating from them all, stunned by her magnificent body, her sumptuous breasts jiggling with excitment. She wasted no time in flinging herself at the black clad raider, wrapping her mile long legs around him. He caught her and rammed her up against the wall, taking her in his arms as she guided his thrusting cock inside her, her cunny tight, hot and welcoming for him, sucking, licking and gently biting on her massive titties. He rode her roughly against the wall, Wonder Woman coming hard, moaning and groaning as he fucked her ruthlessly to orgasm, her long nails cutting deep furrows into his muscular shoulders.
He collapsed onto the floor, exhausted. There was no rest for Wonder Woman however who found herself pulled to her feet once more by four strong arms.
Romulus and Remus.
Romulus picked her up and she willingly parted her legs for him as he thrust within her. Remus was not to be denied however, his fingers straying inside her tight ass, lubricated by her own love juice, his cock following quickly afterwards, effortlessly conquering her puckered nethermouth. They began to thrust in unison, only a thin layer of her delectable flesh separating their hard, pulsing cocks, so deep, deep within her.
"TWINS!" she gasped as they double-teamed her "ANOTHER FANTASY COME TRUE!"
Zorro and others were not to be denied however, using their hands to masturbate them as the twins simultaneously fucked her. Roberts, Mr Big and the other statues each took their turn in fucking her but eventually lost their patience at waiting for such a prize. Wonder Woman found herself on her knees being gangbanged, taking 6 cocks at once, being ass and cunny fucked, masturbating 2 men and sucking two more off all at the same time. She seemed utterly insatiable, never able to get enough cock or hard, muscled bodies pressed against her own soft delectable flesh.
The fucking went on for the rest of the day. Eventually she had exhausted them all, still finding the need to masturbate herself twice before finally being sated. She roused Roberts and Mr Big and once more exchanged her real bracelet for the fake one.
"Are you sure?" Mr Big had to ask her in spite of himself.
"I'm a Harry Roberts statue, that's my role now" the words seemed to give her an almost physical sense of pleasure. She indicated the plinth marked 'Wonder Woman' upon which she had been displayed and stepped onto it "I know my place"
She assumed the classic superheroine pose, shoulders back, breasts thrust out, legs slightly apart with her hands on her hips. "And my position. I'm ready....MASTERS"
They smiled at one another as they operated the device but not nearly as widely or as enthusiastically as Wonder Woman did as as she was once more transformed into hardened yet amazingly lifelike statue.
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