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Do you have any idea what a delightful picture you make A tall male figure walked slowly around the edges of the room, admiring the plight of his gorgeous prisoner. The man stood several inches over six feet with a lithe, supple body. A shorn haircut and trimmed goatee beard added severity to the piercing grey of his eyes. He called himself The Master and he could scarcely believe that his plan had proceeded so successfully. The amazon princess knelt on a plush, cream coloured carpet in the penthouse suite of her captors Metropolis skyscraper. She had very little choice about her position. A thick bar of metal was fixed to wide leather cuffs buckled tightly about the heroines ankles. The dark brown of the cuffs contrasted dramatically with the polished red of her boots. The metal bar was about two feet in length and held toned legs spread wide apart. A second bar, this one almost three feet long, was attached to more cuffs just above her knees. Wonder Womans legs were held rigid. The metal was obviously fashioned from some manner of enhanced alloy, adamantium or lexalite probably. Despite all of her superior strength, she was powerless to break free. The manacles clamped around her wrists were fashioned from the same metal. The twin bands that now replaced the famous golden bracelets of her usual uniform were four inches wide and almost half an inch thick. Forced Womanhood Zip Files' title='Forced Womanhood Zip Files' />The Project Gutenberg EBook of A History of Norwegian Immigration to the United States From the Earliest Beginning down to the Year 1848, by George Tobias Flom This. They were separated by three short links of chain and had been locked so snugly to the prisoners wrists that their harsh edges indented her perfectly smooth skin. Wonder Womans hands felt numb from the severe restraints, but this small sufferance was the least of her problems. A stiff collar of brown leather was locked tightly around the heroines slender neck. She could sense its half choking grip with each deep lungful of air she sucked in and could feel its hard edge jammed beneath her chin, forcing her head to tilt back. A weighty padlock passed through a ring hanging from the centre of the collar and secured it to a thicker ring that protruded from the carpet and seemed to be set into the very structure of the building. Forced Womanhood Zip Files' title='Forced Womanhood Zip Files' />A matching set of padlocks and rings also anchored her wrists to the floor, stretched far in front of her bound form. Like the other instruments of her bondage, the chains, padlocks and rings were made from the dull alloy which proved impervious to her might. The overall effect of the restraints was that while the heroines arms, head and neck were effectively welded to the floor, her back and rear end were raised prominently in the air, with her legs splayed obscenely wide on either side of her torso. Wonder Womans mane of dark silky hair fanned out around her lowered head, the thick tresses acting as a soft curtain obscuring her vision. The finishing touch was a wide bit gag firmly wedged between her lush red lips. The bit itself was a plastic coated rod that was pulled deep into the corners of her mouth and secured with a narrow thong of the brown leather. Easycap Driver For Windows 10. The unyielding gag twisted her face into a contorted grimace, although only the polished buckle at the nape of her neck was visible past the cascade of hair. Forced Womanhood Zip Files' title='Forced Womanhood Zip Files' />Trickles of saliva drooled from the corners of her mouth, some strands clinging to her hair and chin before forming a damp pool on the carpet. The Master sighed in satisfaction. Her physique was magnificent. The sight of her body so effectively bound was amazing. He congratulated himself on his genius. Of course, he thought with a slight regret, she was a year or two older than his ideal tastes and he preferred blondes to brunettes, but all things in good time. She would make a more than satisfactory first specimen for his harem. He would bide his time before imprisoning the true object of his lustful desires. The villain moved across and squatted on the floor beside his trembling captive. Forced Womanhood Zip Files' title='Forced Womanhood Zip Files' />He reached out a hand and wrapped it in a long length of her flowing locks. Dynamical Systems For Creative Technology Pdf'>Dynamical Systems For Creative Technology Pdf. With a cruel tug he yanked the hair back, revealing the shining gold of Wonder Womans tiara and lifting her head the scant few inches allowed by her collar. My dear Wonder Woman, or may I call you Diana Actually, I suppose that I can call you anything I want now that you belong to me. 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Her crime fighting career had brought her in contact will all manner of lawbreakers. Those who stole out of greed or plotted for personal power were one thing, but those who sought to inflict abuse and suffering on other human beings were quite another. The gleeful smile on this villains face and the growing bulge in the crotch of his pants made his level of depravity quite clear. The Master released his grip on the damsels hair after a final needless tug that pulled on the roots and squeezed another moan past her gag. His hand moved to roam across her back and shoulders. Her body felt warm to his touch and he could sense the muscles trembling beneath the flawless surface of her skin. His distressed prisoner had been locked in this position for nearly three hours since the successful execution of her capture. She had remained unconscious for the first of those hours, had struggled in impotent anger for the second, and had slumped in resigned defeat for the third. The fierce glare of the bright lights and the exhausting effort of her attempts at escape had left her drenched in sweat. A mere mortal would be dehydrated and suffering from intense cramps by this stage. The Master idly wondered if Wonder Womans powerful physiology was resistant to such effects. Letting his caress move down and beneath her body, he cupped a hand around an ample breast. He had allowed her costume to remain on, for now.