3 comments/  8445 views/  11 favorites

Astounding Woman Made Mortal

By: Wifetheif



Rex Rangles had finally found a solution to his problem of Astounding Woman. Every attempt Rex had made to enslave the world had ended in failure because of interference from the statuesque beauty with long blonde hair, gorgeous legs, luminous blue eyes, and astounding superhero powers. Rex Rangles realized that by now he should be ruling the earth as the benevolent dictator fate had called him to be. The super villain was missing out on trillions of dollars in profits, populations to oppress, and monuments to build. If only he could eliminate his nemesis, he could live free and happy. After his last arrest and subsequent escape, Rex chose to lay low for a while until he had solved the problem of earth's most famous woman. 

He had known that, in theory, Astounding Woman could be weakened by Battea, remnants of her exploded home-world, Battean. Rex had even tried to use the rare mineral as a weapon against Astounding Woman in the past, but none of his samples had been pure enough, and she escaped from his snares. Rex was fed up with failure. Through the evil genius grapevine, Rex learned that, fellow villain, the Basilisk's recent space mission had inadvertently come across a huge chunk of purest, crystalline, Battea. A deal between the super-villains was struck. Rex knew he had himself a bargain at any price.

Rex Rangles camouflaged his real plans with an elaborate spider web like scheme which would distract Astounding Woman's focus, and eventually, trap her! It helped Rex's plans considerably, that he had a perfect understanding of Astounding Woman's psyche and motivations, while she, even after all of their encounters, never understood fully the subtleties of evil. That is why the beautiful heroine forced her way into an innocuous seeming office.

Harsh orange light from a bank of lamps with Battea filaments implanted in the ceiling came on, the incandescent glow of the electronically charged mineral of Astounding Woman's home world stunned the fair haired crime warrior, instantly incapacitating her and rendering her unconscious. Astounding Woman's only thought, "Rangles!" before everything went dark.

Grinning widely, Rex Rangles strode into the room accompanied by several henchmen. In the past, this particular super villain might have begun dialoging of simply left the gorgeous alien passed out on the floor, but Rex, unlike most of his criminal brethren, was quite capable of learning from past mistakes. "Astounding Woman entered this building as a super being," he told his minions, "she will leave no stronger than any ordinary earthling."

A false wall in the room opened, revealing a fully equipped laboratory. Like Astounding Woman's point of entry, this room's ceiling was also festooned with Battea filament lights, harmless to humans but essential to keeping the pneumatic heroine unconscious. Two of the henchmen carried Astounding Woman to a table in the laboratory. Rex gazed down at the impossibly beautiful sleeping woman and let out a slow whistle. She always had a profound effect on Rex's libido. The super criminal looked at his henchmen and announced, "Sorry boys, I claim the next step. I'll try and find some way to make it up to you."

With a lustful leer, the super villain began to strip the unconscious lissome figure. Beginning at her feet, Rex first removed the long red boot from her left leg and then the matching boot from her right. The gorgeous heroine had perfect little feet with adorable toes and high arches. Rex was a fan of gams. He always felt that Astounding Woman had the most alluring pair of legs he had ever seen, now, sans their long boots, Rex was absolutely certain. Next, he pulled Astounding woman into a sitting position and felt for the bottom of her costumes' blue blouse. Astounding Woman was proud of her physique, which is why her costume top ended at her rib cage. She loved showing off her well-toned abdomen and sexy navel. It was, seemingly, her only concession to vanity. Rex slowly teased the garment, with its attached red cape, up over her slumbering head and arms. When he was finished, Rex Rangles' eyes drank in Astounding Woman's wondrous tits, barely restrained by her thin sports bra. His henchmen oohed and ahhed in the background.

Deciding that he simply had to see those splendid orbs unrestrained right now, Rex unhooked the bra and pulled it away. After admiring the view for a moment, he settled her gently back down. Gorgeous does not begin to describe the topless form on display. Astounding Woman was such an apt moniker for her. The tits on display were better than any, either Rex, or his henchmen, had seen in life or on stage or in any book or movie. With his fingers and teeth, Rex teased her nipples erect. They were a rousing sight to every pair of eyes in the room. All also marveled at her complexion, the superhero's skin seemed carved out of purest alabaster. There was not a blemish or scar anywhere, not even a mole or freckle. Rex, like his men, now sported the most rigid hard-ons of their lives.

Catching his breath, Rex inserted his fingers in the waistband of her short skirt with built in panties. Taking far longer than the process required, he teased the garment off of her hips and over her gorgeous rump. They traveled down the seemingly mile long legs and ended up in the same pile on the floor as her boots and top. Beneath this another pair of panties that were surprisingly scanty and opaque. Astounding Woman's lovely furred box could easily be spied through the thin material. A hurried moment later, and Rex had removed these as well. 

Her golden carpeted pussy was the finest any man present had ever seen. Like the hair on her head it resembled spun straw. Rex had sworn to himself that he would leave Astounding Woman unmolested, "I am many things," he had told his men, "but I am no rapist." Still, the temptation of the beautiful superhero's secret place so close and so vunerable, got the best of Rex, he pressed his nose firmly against her bush and inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma and committing it to memory. Then he gently parted her lips and allowed himself a few wondrous tastes of her perfect pinkness. After he stepped away from the supine body, Rex and his minions, sat for several minutes drinking in the loveliness before them. Most of the men whipped out their cocks and beat it off in testament to the beauty of the sleeping hero. As far as anyone knew, they were the very first men to spy her in the altogether. Each one felt uniquely privileged for the opportunity. One of the henchmen came forward with a camera and captured the slumbering wonder from all angles before Rex said,

"Men time's a wastin' let's get to phase two or when this bitch wakes up she'll atomize us."

Astounding woman was rolled over on her back and centered on the table, Rex parted her shoulder length golden locks and began counting the vertebra in her back. Paying twice a king's ransom for the information, Rex had discovered an amazing secret about the superbeings from her world. If inserted in the spine at a specific location and and at just the right depth and angle, a crystal of purest Battera would not kill one, but WOULD rob them completely of their superpowers. The information was so obscure that It was unlikely that Astounding Woman even knew about it. Even if she did, there would be no way for her to remove the embedded crystal on her own.

At precisely the spot, Rex drew a thin line with a surgical pencil. Hefting a Battera laser, the only device would could pierce Astounding Woman's impervious skin, he made a small incision.

Because the laser had cauterized as it cut there was almost no blood. Peering through magnifying spectacles, Rex praised every penny he had spent, for there was the depression, the exact size and shape of a crystal of Batera. With the precision of a surgeon, a job, Rex had studied for, he fitted the gleaming crystal perfectly into the depression. The gem, fell flush with the surrounding bone. Not even the best eyes of her native planet could have detected its presence unaided. Deftly, Rex sealed his incision with three delicate sutures and covered the wound with a clear bandage, It would peel away with time and Astounding Woman's flawless skin would still be unmarred. As his men broke out in a round of applause, Rex Rangles said simply, "Done!"

Astounding Woman, now as mortal and fragile as any human, was moved to a stretcher and wheeled to a small prison cell that Rex had built for this very purpose. No one thought to cover her nudity with a blanket.

Astounding Woman awoke an unknown number of hours later on the cot in her tiny cell. Her last memory was of a sea or orange light and then nothingness. Waking to her own nudity was quite a surprise. No opponent had ever been able to incapacitate her to the point where they had time to strip her. Astounding Woman was angry, but her people had little use for shame, clothing and her uniform were a convention of this world not that of her own, now lost world. 

"Let me just figure out where I am." she stated, focusing her X-ray vision on the concrete walls of her cell. But, her X-ray vision did not come! The same impassive walls surrounded her. Astounding Woman was confused. Even if the walls had been lead lined, even though she could not see through lead she SHOULD have at least been able to spy the metal. She examined the ceiling of her cell, looking for bulbs similar to the ones that had incapacitated her, but the fixtures in the ceiling appeared to be earth normal.

"No matter," thought Astounding Woman I'll just bend the bars and walk out of here."

Astounding Woman felt the first stirrings of the unfamiliar emotion humans call panic when she strode to the bars and discovered that she could not budge them even a fraction of an inch. Trying not to succumb to this new emotion, she minutely examined her cell. She could deduce no trickery.

"Perhaps, these bars and walls are made of some new substance unfamiliar to me." Astounding Woman thought, "I sense Rex Rangels behind this somehow." The combination sink and toilet, surely, that was made of ordinary stainless steel, she could bend steel the way a mortal manipulated aluminum foil, Yet, the sink refused to yield to any of the force she applied. Only now was the unthinkable beginning to dawn on her, that she had somehow been robbed of her powers! 

Enjoying an expensive cigar, Rex delighted in the images the hidden camera, in the cell of his former great nemesis, fed to his computer. He would let Astounding Woman stew for several days, experiencing the unfamiliar sensations of hunger, cold, and fear. By that time, even she, as conceited as was, would have to admit that she was beaten. In his fantasies, he hoped how she would react to his subsequent proposal. However, he knew her pride was a powerful thing, and there would be only one way for her to react. "Such a shame, I think she would have come to like me, eventually." He said out loud to no one in particular before he lit another panatella. 

For Astounding Woman, the most crushing moment had been a stubbed toe. While pacing her cell, her big toe inadvertently brushed against the floor of her cell. The sight of blood, convinced Astounding Woman that her powers had somehow been taken from her. Ordinarily her skin could withstand everything from the surface of the sun, to the vacuum of space, to the depths of the sea. Her skin simply could NOT be pierced by something as mundane as concrete. Proving it no fluke, she later nicked herself on a sharp edge of one of her dinner trays. That she was hungry and cold also hit home. "I can't be just like THEM!" she cried out in frustration at one point. Examining every visible inch of her skin she was able turn up no hint as to how the deed had been performed. It was as if a magician had simply waved his wand and POOF her powers were gone.The most incomprehensible thing in her universe had occurred. Astounding Woman hoped that it was something transitory, perhaps a virus from her destroyed world or an invention of a limited lifespan, of human origin.

When her male guards brought her meals, they ogled her in ways that, for the very first time, frightened Astounding Woman. After four long, lonely days in with just her fears, iron bars and concrete, they sent for her. Astounding Woman did not know how to react when the two guards were able to toss her around like a rag doll and cuff her hands behind her back. It was clear to her that the guards handled her more than they needed to to accomplish their task, and certainly in ways and places that they did not need to. The guards made it a point to emphasize that her cuffs were standard police issue. Hoping against hope for a miracle, Astounding Woman applied her full force to breaking their chain. It was futile. Her long march ended where she expected, at the feet of her arch enemy, Rex Rangles. He was seated on a chair on a dias, like some potentate, looking very much like the cat who ate the canary. There was mockery in his voice as he spoke,

"Greetings, Astounding Woman. While you remain an Astoundingly beautiful woman, you are no longer Astounding in any other meaningful way. In light of that I shall simply call you what you are, woman."

Behind her foe, Astounding Woman noted a manikin wearing her uniform and huge photographs of her naked form stamped with the word, "ELIMINATED!" 

"Rangles, I KNEW you were behind this foul deed. What have you done to me?"

"As if I would TELL you! If you look at it another way, I have given you a rare gift. Now you know the weaknesses and vulnerabilities of the very mortals you vowed to protect. Before, I'm sure those realities were no more than academic to you."

"Fuck you, you bastard!"

"Such language, woman!" After allowing Astounding Woman a moment to stew, he continued, "There are billions of reasons why I should keep you as you are. Among those billions are the souls of this world just crying out for a strong, yet righteous ruler. I can put an end to so many of mankind's failings, bring on a new millennium of peace and prosperity with me to guide it. Standing in the way of that dream, you as you WERE!"

He savored the rage of the lithe young woman before him and continued,

"In a way, I shall miss our old contests, woman. In many ways we are cut from the same cloth, intelligent, fierce, resourceful, at our best when we have an adversary that matches our skills. All of that is done now, and while I will find many new challenges in bringing earth to heel, I shall miss the way we refined and sharpened each other."

Astounding Woman stared at Rex Rangles, there was a new assurance in how he held himself. Hope that this condition was temporary died instantly. It was clear, that for the very first time since the two had first sparred, that he held all of the power.

"Do you want me to beg and plead? Is your twisted mind after sexual favors? Is there anything I can do to get you to reverse whatever you have done to me?" asked Astounding Woman in a haughty voice.

"Ah, the pragmatic realist that I know so well returns. Woman, your days as a superhero and as a super being are irrevocably OVER. You are as mortal as myself now. You will begin to age, that lovely face will become lined, your gorgeous tits will sag, you are prey to the same accidents, diseases, and risks as the rest of us, eventually, you WILL die. There is no reason for me to reverse what I have done to you. I offer you two alternatives. My assistant is wheeling in a device which will transport you to another dimension. You will be hurled naked onto some alternate earth. It is strictly a one way trip.

Astounding Woman noted an object vaguely resembling an old fashioned telephone booth being toted into the room and attached to a wall of electronics.

"Conversely," continued Rex, "IF you wish to remain in this world, you will do so as my consort. You will share my bed, bear my children, have every luxury, and be showered with my affections. Though you do not believe it now, one day, you will find yourself returning that affection and seeing me in a new light. When your life ends, as it inevitably will, you will die surrounded by loved ones and can pass in peace, knowing that your love continues on."

After pausing for dramatic effect, Rex said, "I'll give you thirty minutes to contemplate and decide your future." With that, he rose and strode from the room, his heels clicking loudly on the highly polished floor.

Astounding Woman turned to watch him go. Any plans she had to make her escape died at the sight of a phalanx of thugs leveling weapons at her. Astounding Woman knew that now bullets would tear through her skin. That truly frightened her, for even when her skin could repel them, bullets stung mightily. 

Astounding Woman sighed deeply. While she had publicly been quoted in newspapers and television programs that she desired, above all, to be just an ordinary earthling, that speech was so much propaganda. She reveled in being super. She reveled in saving the day and seeing her face everywhere. Yes, it was sometimes lonely, and she had never found a mortal man who could satisfy her sexually or otherwise, but her very identity was in being unique. Her powers may have been small compensation in exchange for the loss of her home-world, but they made her the envy of every one of earth's billions of men and especially women.

How could she remain true to her earthly feminist ideals or the beliefs of her own people if she became the glorified housewife of the world's most evil man? What would she say to the women of the world when Rex enslaved them? How could she even face herself in the mirror knowing she had allowed his foul personage to sully her? The alternate earth, though unknown, might have superbeings who could cure her, or even skilled mortal doctors who could determine what Rex had done and reverse it. Once she was cured, she could find her way back to this world and avenge herself. Obviously, there could be but one answer. 

Rex returned to his lair, a new cockiness in his stride and an air of satisfaction that he was really enjoying. No matter, his former adversary's decision, he came out the winner. No matter what happened, Astounding Woman would never stand in his way again. He felt just like he was on the eve of his most wonderful Christmas ever.

When the allotted time passed, he took his time settling himself in his chair before he even deigned to gaze in Astounding Woman's direction. At last his eyes settled upon her slim blonde frame. Her new mortality had made her, somehow, even more lovely. He would remember her beauty always. He had no need to speak, he simply gazed into her huge blue eyes.

"We both know how this ends, Rangles. I would not foul my body with your touch even to save the universe!"

Rex smiled and said, "Right now, I am only interested in the world, the universe will take a little longer. But I suppose this could have only ended one way."

Rex waved his hand and three men surrounded Astounding Woman, Her handcuffs were removed but her hands remained pinned behind her back. The phone booth like object began to fill with what looked like electrical sparks. The new mortal was no match for the strength of three bulky men. As the door to the booth opened and Astounding Woman was hurled towards the portal, she heard Rex laugh heartily and say, "Such a shame, Astounding Woman, our children would have been glorious." Then came darkness. 

Astounding Woman awoke on a rolling grassland. It reminded her of the Mongolian plain but the geography seemed wrong. She took a hurried look to determine if the dimensional portal which had deposited her was still open. Unsurprisingly, it was nowhere in sight. Trying to put a positive spin on things, Astounding Woman said out loud, "Now to find an exit from Rangles' foul trap." 


Astounding Woman Made Mortal



The landscape of low grasses offered little in the way of concealment or nourishment. Hunger was a new sensation for her. She never imagined how sharp hunger pangs could be. Astounding Woman already mourned the simple life of her past, when she could simply lie under earth's yellow sun in her bikini and get all the nourishment she required. Of course, it had been fun being escorted, in the guise of her secret identity of Gena Gowers, by attractive men, to Major City's finest restaurants. Then, she had enjoyed the taste and texture of mortal food, but as a novelty that added flavor to her superhero life. The realization that she would have to eat three times a day, just to survive, was depressing. Dejectedly, the city girl recalled that aside from fruit, she had no idea how to identify any food in the wild! "I hope this planet has grocery stores." she thought absently.

The former superhero contemplated her guise of Gena Gowers. She had adored her job as a reference librarian at the oldest university in Major City. Dating professors, grad students, struggling actors, even, when she was feeling especially generous, nerdy freshmen. Not a single one of them suspected that the pretty but awkward librarian with the coke bottle glasses, wine birthmark on her chin, and an overbite, was actually the world's most glamorous superhero. But to Astounding Woman, Gena was just that, a role, a vessel to use while mixing with mortals; the birthmark painted on, the overbite, an appliance. It had been fun to pretend to be weak and have men try to impress her by opening sealed jars or moving heavy objects, to have them open doors for her and to confide their secrets. Never in her wildest dreams could she conceive of a day when she would be as powerless as her alter ego.

"But, I don't WANT to be Gena Gowers!" she screamed in frustration into the vastness about her. 

The first sign of human civilization, well civilization at any rate, was a ruined brick wall covered in vines. To cover her nudity, or at least minimize some of the chill she now felt, Astounding Woman fashioned a crude dress out of the vines. For no particular reason, she hiked the direction she thought was east. Her hike was impeded by the painful discovery, by her bare feet, of thorns. Limping and making little progress, she still felt that she had made the right decision in turning down Rex's salacious offer. "Once I reach civilization, I can talk to scientists and other smart people to either cure me or get me home." So caught up in this pleasant train of thought she did not hear the hoofbeats until it was too late.

Closing in her were two mounted riders on massive horses. Astounding Woman sought a direction to run, a wall to hide behind or, a tree to scale. All about was level ground. Remembering when she could outrun horses, trains, and jets, Astounding Woman tried to will her body to its old fantastic speed. She ended up in their net.

While she gasped for breath from her exertions inside, a quartet of shiny leather boots held the webbing fast to the ground. She gazed up at the men. They were not especially tall but were clearly very powerfully built. There was an Asian cast to their features. Individually, each was rather handsome, if fierce looking. They wore functional leather clothing and had quivers of arrows strapped to their backs. One of them leveled a crossbow at her.

That was the moment Astounding Woman died. The former superhero had naively believed that Rex would transport her to an alternate earth on the same timeline as her own. A world with cities, computers and the internet, with Prada handbags and Gucci shoes or their equivalents. This earth was far earlier, brutal, barbaric. As her terror filled eyes focused upon the crossbow and it pointed metal arrow, she realized that she would NEVER be Astounding Woman again. Memories of Rex Rangles' mocking laughter assailed her consciousness. In horror she thought, "I'm Gena now, and can never be anything else." The fiercely proud and independent woman broke down in tears. 

While one of the men held a dagger to her throat, the other stripped the concealing vines from her body and examined her head to toe. He discovered the partially healed wound between her shoulder blades but thought nothing of it. His focus was simply upon trying to assess how much she would bring on the market. Her unusual hair and eye color, and her great beauty would bring much wealth. The man imagined that the local satrap would offer a great deal of gold in exchange for her. Finding her, uncollared and unbranded, was surely a gift from the gods. She could not have come at a better time for the financially struggling brothers. 

Bound hand and foot, she was slung over the saddle of one of the men who stroked her naked ass possessively as they rode off. From time to time, he inserted one or more fingers in Astounding Woman's asshole, enraging her.She yelled invective at the man in English over this indignity, but he just smiled and laughed. She could make no sense of their odd sounding language, but she DID understand that they were quite happy to have found her. She hoped against hope that that was a good thing, but she knew, deep in her bones, that she was in terrible trouble.

After a ride of indeterminate length, a village consisting of yurts materialized. For Astounding Woman it was something out of a "National Geographic" documentary. She understood full well that people had once lived like this, but she never imagined an occasion when she would see it with her own eyes. Seemingly, the entire village turned out to greet her captors. Everyone from tiny, well-dressed tots, to superannuated crones in rags gawked at her as she was lifted from the back of the horse and carried towards a yurt. Before the man who was toting her reached the opening of the large roundish tent, he stopped to allow the assembled crowd a peek at his prize. Curious folks stared at her intently, stroked her hair, pinched and rubbed her skin, and inhaled the aroma from her crotch and underarms. As a superhero, she was used to being the center of attention, but nothing like this! She was a freak here as she never was on the earth she knew. She had trouble drinking it all in and was too stunned to cry or protest. When everyone in the village was satisfied that she was real, the journey into the yurt concluded. 

The yurt's advantages were that it was reasonably warm and the flooring was downy soft pillows. The disadvantages were the obvious bulges in the leather trousers of her captors! For the first time in her life, Astounding Woman screamed with fear. The men removed their tall boots and were just unlacing their pants when an extremely angry woman came storming into the tent. Astounding Woman stared. The new arrival was nearly as tall of the men, she possessed beautiful black hair and a face that was probably lovely when it wasn't screaming. Astounding Woman did not understand the language but she was positive that this woman was interceding on her behalf. The three went nose to nose.

What Astounding woman could not know was that this woman, named Min, was the wife of the elder brother. Her rage had nothing to do with jealousy over the blonde woman's arrival, her complaint was economic. Loudly she explained to her husband and brother, that a unique uncollared, unmarked woman such as they found was obviously a gift from the gods, and as such she would decrease in value if the two of them had their way with her. 

"The satrap will pay much more gold for a pure heavenly gift that he can train. He will no doubt reward you for showing restraint and not using her like two rutting animals!" she stated her case loudly and repeatedly. The brothers listened and at last realized the wisdom of Min's words.

All seemed decided until her brother pointed to his own and his brother's erections. Min groaned, rolled her eyes, hurriedly cast off her clothing, and got down on all fours. Astounding Woman then watched flabbergasted as Min serviced both men at once. Appalled, yet fascinated the blonde prisoner watched the beautiful Asian woman, suck off her husband while her brother-in-law entered her from behind. After a not especially long time, the younger man grunted and withdrew from the woman, a few moments later, the older man came in Min's mouth and she swallowed the load. As soon as the men were finished, Min stood up and shooed the men out of the yurt. 

Misunderstanding the woman's motivations, Astounding Woman praised her effusively. In return, the woman simply glared at the former superhero, redressed herself and exited the tent. A short time later she and another woman came in carrying a basin of warm water, soap, and a tray of food. Wordlessly the women cut Astounding Woman's bonds with a dagger. That she was not to attempt to escape was made clear when the women made the universal symbol for a slit throat. 

The two women carefully washed the blonde gift of the gods head to toe. They removed the thorns in her feet and treated the small cuts and abrasions from her trek through the grasslands and horseback. They also applied a salve to her many insect bites. Astounding Woman had never previously even endured a mosquito bite. Only after she was thoroughly clean did they allow the captive to eat. By now, Astounding Woman was ravenous. The simple fare of lentils bread, and some sort of fowl, seemed the finest meal she had ever eaten. 

One of the women wrapped Astounding Woman in a blanket. It occurred to the former heroine, that this was the first time her body had been hidden from view for many days. She was grateful to wrap herself in it, especially as night had fallen outside the yurt, bringing with it a brisk wind that repeatedly found its way inside. Astounding Woman was less satisfied with what her attendants did next. A leather collar was fastened around her neck. The collar was then attached to a length of stout rawhide which was in turn, tied to a massive stake in floor of the yurt. They gave her a clay pot to use as a toilet and left Astounding Woman to her own devices. It was the longest, coldest, most terrifying night she had ever spent. 

In the morning, Min arrived with a simple meal of beans, buttered bread and some sort of yogurt. Is was filling if not especially tasty. Min untied the thong from Astounding Woman's collar and helped her to her feet. Once she was standing, Min presented the blonde stranger with a simple garment. Astounding Woman discerned that it was nothing more complex than a length of animal skin with a hole cut in it for the head and a rope to fasten it at the waist. Once Astounding Woman donned it, she realized that it would not conceal very much of her, but it WAS better than constant nudity.

While men with crossbows patrolled outside the tent, a succession of women entered it. One was clearly a witch or a medicine woman. She stared intently at the lithe blonde woman. At the shaman's direction some of the women held Astounding Woman down. Once she was immobilized, the witch trimmed some of Astounding Woman's blonde locks and, rather painfully, yanked out a clump of her blonde pubic hairs as well. The rest of the day, various women put a variety of everyday things in her hands, pots and pans, saddles, baby clothes and more. Astounding Woman realized that they were seeking her blessing or something similar. She said a few words over each item. That seemed to make the women happy. 

Lunch was much more to Astounding Woman's liking, rolls laced with cinnamon, real tea, and some very tasty meat that might have been pork. As the women ate, they knitted and gossiped among themselves, giggling and making jokes. For Astounding Woman, it was the first glimmer of normality she had seen since falling into Rex's clutches. With a start, the time obsessed woman, realized that she could not remember the day or date. "Do these people even Have a calendar?" she wondered. 

Evening came and the women tied the blonde woman back to her stake. From time to time, a male warrior would poke his head into the yurt to gaze upon the gift from heaven. As the night wore on, Astounding woman recognized the sounds of passion emanating from the surrounding yurts. The sounds of this tribe were indistinguishable from those of her loud neighbors in her apartment in Major City with its paper thin walls. In the city, those sounds had always annoyed her, here they were comforting. Astounding Woman recalled fondly her little apartment, a bedroom, microscopic bathroom, breakfast nook which doubled as the kitchen, and a fair sized living room which she had crammed with books. The small place was all she could afford on her librarian's salary in the most expensive city in the world. Of course she could have made tons and tons of money, had Astounding Woman caved to pressure and endorsed the many products manufacturers placed before her. But those from her planet did not seek glory for themselves, at least they were not supposed to. Now she wondered the wisdom of that conceit.

Other memories came flooding in. While she dated often, precious few men had made it past the vestibule of her apartment. One thing holding her back was fear. There was a real possibility that in the throes of passion, she might forget herself and injure or even kill the mortal man she was with. Unless she could trust the man unquestionably and fully, sleeping with him was too risky. She could count on one hand the men she had bedded. Every last one had disappointed her. While she enjoyed the warmth and closeness of these men, a human simply could not satisfy her. One or two had brought her to the cusp of orgasm with their talented tongues. As for intercourse, The men were enthusiastic and gave it the old college try but her pussy was designed for super beings like herself, there was simply no way a human mortal could get her off. To not disappoint her ardent suitors, she had become a rather accomplished actress, feigning passion she did not feel. For the first time, Astounding Woman considered that that biological fact might be altered now. "Would a whole new sensual world opened up for me had I opted to accept Rex's offer?" she asked herself. She recalled the dildo she had had carved out of granite specifically to meet her needs for release. Would she still have needed that at all? As far as she knew, aside from her cousin, Astounding Man, she was the only person from her planet residing on earth. The thought of insest, made her skin crawl. She had simply accepted that the destruction of her world had taken with it any real chance for love. Astounding Woman stared at the opening flap of the yurt fluttering in the breeze and the darkness beyond. The reality of her long day hit her at once. With these melancholy thoughts upon her mind, she drifted off to troubled sleep. 

Astounding Woman, or as she now tried to think of herself, Gena Gowers, was awoken the next morning by Min kicking her firmly in the rump. After a hurried breakfast, she was led out of the yurt at dagger point. Outside, warriors with crossbows formed a gauntlet which she was forced to walk. At the end of her short trip, a wooden cage filled with straw. The vehicle was mounted on wheels and hitched to a team of horses. The men in the driver's seat, Gena recognized as the pair who had captured her. It did not take a translator to understand that this was the end of her time in this hamlet of yurts. As frightening as this village had been, the thought of where this wheeled cage might take her was absolutely horrifying. With no other choice, Gena entered the cage of stout wooden dowels and watched as she was padlocked in. Just as the entire village had turned out for her arrival, the same curious faces came to see her being carted off. 

During the long ride, Gena noted that the landscape became progressively greener and more hilly. Eventually, the cart entered a walled expanse of what passed for a city. Gena estimated that it could not have held more than a few thousand people.The houses which sat on wide streets surrounding an alabaster palace were mud brick with thatched roofs. Apparently it was market day , for Gena spied carts filled with produce, blankets, fabrics, baskets, and other goods. Rarely, Gena spotted another wheeled cart like hers. The men and women in those cages, did not look like the natives of this country, whatever it was, but none of them resembled herself."Apparently, they do not enslave their own kind." Gena thought as though this entire experience were happening to someone else.

While the other carts containing human beings pulled to a stop at the central plaza, Gena's cart pushed on until came to rest in front of the palace. An officious appearing man approached the cart. After speaking with her abductors, the man peered through the wooden bars at Gena. His eyes lit up and his countenance took on s salacious leer. At sword point, Gena was compelled to exit the wagon. Immediately after that she had to yield her scanty garment. As naked as the day she was born, Gena had little choice but to accompany all three men into a side entry of the palace.

Through a maze of hallways, Gena found herself at the foot of a throne. Seated on the raised chair sat a chubby man clad in silk and a turban. Standing there, Gena had flashbacks of a few days previous in Rex's office. One of the men who had captured her removed Gena's collar and slapped her firmly on the ass. As far as Gena was concerned, the slap was the high point of the day compared to the degradation that followed. While one of the satrap's guards held a dagger at her throat and the rest leveled their crossbows at her, Gena was forced to turn so that she could be viewed from all angles. She was compelled to squat and was forced on all fours. She had to bend forward so the satrap could fondle her breasts. She had to turn and present her ass, which the satrap also stroked. Like a horse or other livestock, her teeth and skin were minutely inspected. By far the worst moment was when the satrap inhaled deeply of her privates followed by his forcing his fingers into her vagina and asshole simultaneously. The longer Gena was in the satrap's presence the more his penis swelled. Gena had not seen too many penises in her life, but the satrap's reminded her of an elephant's trunk or a large snake. She most certainly did not want to view it unclothed.

When the humiliation of intimate inspection ended, her original captors and the satrap began to haggle. A man with a scale and a bag of gold coins was summoned. Gena watched, both disgusted and fascinated as the pile of gold coins spilled out, She was just another good brought to market. Something deep inside her screamed. The three men debated Gena's worth. For more than an hour the men argued her merits as they would a prize mare or a fine weapon. The number of gold coins on the scale rose and fell during the course of the argument. At last, all thee, the satrap and her captors were satisfied. The pile of gold coins was transferred to a leather bag, the three shook hands and, smiling broadly, the men who captured her walked out of the palace and out of her life. 

The potentate, whose face was handsome even if his body was not, stared at Gena with a fire in her eyes that the blonde woman had encountered before from very horny boyfriends. The satrap's leer was far more intense and penetrating. Gena felt her insides turn to liquid. The man left his throne and stood toe to toe with the former superhero, he was only a few centimeters taller than Gena. He embraced his new acquisition and moved to kiss her. With the crossbows still aimed in her direction, Gena was not foolish enough to even think about resisting. She accepted his kiss and returned as best as she was able to under the circumstances. She was in his clutches for quite some time, his manhood rising in his silk pantaloons like the main pole of a yurt. Gena felt, shame and rage and a thousand other unpleasant emotions. What her future lay ahead of her could have been plotted by a blind man. The word ricocheted around her mind like the bullets that used to bounce off her chest, just as loud and just as painful, "Concubine!" 




Astounding Woman Made Mortal



The satrap clapped his hand and a huge man appeared to collect Gena. Wordlessly, he pulled on her arm and led her into the bowels of the palace. Their first stop caused her to cry out but the man held Gena too firmly for her to slink away. A giant of a man in a hood greeted the one holding Gena in place. Obviously they were old friends. The room was full of sharp pointy things, a brazier with metal rods protruding from it, and a large wooden frame clearly designed to accommodate human beings! Gena fought for her freedom as she never had before, trying every martial arts move she knew. The hooded man seized Gena and held aloft with one arm. In moments she was tied spread eagle to the wooden frame. 

Gena was both terrified that she would die and terrified that she would live. Her eyes ablaze with fear, Gena witnessed the hooded man use the brazier to heat several steel needles red hot. He then cooled them in a vase of water. Then like a jungle cat, he pounced on Gena. In rapid succession her ears, nipples, and navel were pierced. It had happened so quickly that Gena had experienced almost no pain. All she felt now was a low level burning sensation. The hooded man held up a mirror and Gena noted gold studs in her ear lobes, gold bars through her nipples, and a gold star shielding her navel. For some reason, Gena could only recall the odd fact from her old life, that she had only ever owned clip on earrings. No man made needle had been capable of penetrating her skin. The old Gena had created an entire tome of explanations to her girlfriends as to why she would not get her ears pierced, all the while envying the jewelry in her friend's ears It was strange thing to recall, Gena chalked up to her mind coping with the incomprehensible. She hated the unwanted modification of her body, still, she had to conclude that they were not unattractive. 

No sooner had Gena collected her wits than the hooded man selected a curved metal rod. Utilizing his great strength, the man bent the curve until it encircled Gena's neck. To seal the ring permanently, he slid a piece of leather between it and Gena's skin then carefully welded the ends shut. With a flourish, the man removed the leather barrier and Gena felt the still warm metal against her skin. the former superhero knew, with full certainty, that it was never coming off of her neck again.

Gena was quite puzzled by the hooded man's next maneuver. He was carefully immobilizing her left leg. Binding it so firmly to the wooden frame that Gena could not move it a millimeter. All became clear when the man pulled one of the metal rods from the brazier and it revealed itself to be a branding Iron! Gena screamed NO! over and over and pulled with all her might against her bonds. The hooded man closed the distance between himself and wooden frame. With practiced precision, he planted the hot iron in the dead center front of Gena's leg. For the woman on the frame, the white hot pain was like nothing she had ever encountered before, thousands of times worse than the sting of bullets on her previously impervious flesh. Gena could scarcely conceive that such pain existed in any world, she smelled the odor of burning flesh, recognized it as her own, and blacked out. 

She came to as the hooded man was completing the task of losing her bonds. Having seen the blanched expression many times, the hooded satrap's slave master gently removed Gena from the frame and carefully set her on quivering feet and legs. Almost too frightened to look, Gena's eyes finally focused on the greatest indignity her body had ever suffered. There, red and angry on her alabaster skin was the image of an iris, the flower which was the satrap's totem. 

"My God! I'm collared pierced and branded just like a cow in Iowa!" The realization that she was little more than livestock brought home to her just how far she had fallen. With a dreadful certainty, Gena realized that she would never leave this palace again. "Here is where I grow old and die, just another pretty toy for that man in the turban to use until I grow old and haggard." More than anything, Gena wanted the earth to open up and swallow her. It stubbornly remained unyielding. 

Gingerly, Gena put her weight on her left leg, it held. The hooded man applied a cooling salve to her body's first scar. Never again would Gena have those perfectly matched legs that drove men wild. She recalled days at the beach, strutting her stuff in as tiny a bikini as the law allowed, drawing delight in the male eyes following her path along the strand. Suddenly her old life closed in upon her like a collapsing cave. She cried out and fell into the hooded man's arms, emptying herself of every tear that had been pent up since she awoke naked in Rex's cell. It took the two men a very long time to calm Gena down. Even though they had no language in common, the men spoke soothingly to Gena and gently caressed her until her tears were spent.

Gena stepped away from the hooded man. While nominally a follower of her people's ancient faith, Gina was not mystical or spiritual. She had seen too much of the world's sins to believe in an overarching good. Evil was easier to believe in. At heart she was a realist. Fate, for lack of a better word had given her this hand to play, she could either whine about it or get back in the game. "There is no point lower in this world." she told herself. Nothing could be worse than what she had just been through. To herself she said, "I'm Gena now, or whatever name the man in the turban decides to call me. What I was can never be again so I can be miserable here or, if not happy, something close to content. I have to learn this language and find out about this world, I have to make myself fit it." 

Gena allowed the first man to lead her on to the next destination. In a room occupied by beautiful women, Gena was fed a sumptuous meal and then led to a tub where she was carefully washed in fine soap and her hair fixed into elaborate braids. Her pubic hair was trimmed into an oval shape. Later Gena learned that the shape was meant to be an egg, the symbol of fertility. Gena took note of the women sharing the room with her. They were clearly of several races, but none of the others shared her looks, The fair skinned women all had dark hair. Gena stood out like a lighthouse beacon. An older woman came by who was clearly not a slave or a member of the harem. She turned out to be the harem tutor. With a picture book, she taught Gena to repeat a few words. The language would not come easily, and Gena concluded that she would always have trouble with the pronunciation, but she had a lot of years ahead of her to practice. 

As if the day could have ended any other way, at nightfall Gena was led from the harem to the satrap's bedroom chamber. She was fearful, yet curious. If she could now feel great pain, perhaps she could also now feel great pleasure. The satrap's huge manhood lost some of its menace in her mind. One of her mortal girlfriends used to tell her, "Gena, you are dating the wrong type of guys, ditch the tweedy professors and the nerdy types and get yourself a moron with a huge cock!" Like every citizen of the twenty-first century America, she had seen her share of porn. There was one well-hung star she often thought about while pleasing herself with her stone phallus, but since mortal men apparently could never get her off, the size of a man's equipment had never been part of the equation. "If Rita could see me now ..." she thought as she approached the satrap's doorway. The potentate greeted her with a broad smile. He was naked save for a bit of silk around his loins. Gena swallowed hard and entered the room. She sat on the cushion next to him as indicated. Gena tried focussing on his handsome face instead of his plump, roundish body. He made a move to kiss her and she accepted his lips.

He chatted sweetly in a pleasing voice. Gena did not know the language, but she could read any man enough to know when he was praising and admiring her beauty. It was more than a little relieved that he did not try to immediately jump her bones. She spoke to him in generalities, phrases she used when flirting with a stranger. At length they fell silent. The satrap had a decanter on the floor by his elbow. He gestured to it and poured Gena a tiny glass. It was liquor with a substantial kick. After her first sputtering sip, the liquid flowed sweetly down her throat, warming her from inside. She had several more glasses, they gave everything a mellow edge.

He began to stroke her hair and Gena braced herself for what was to come next. The satrap began kissing her again gradually moving lower and lower. From her earlobes his lips next reached her pierced nipples, Gena marveled in their new and quite delightful sensitivity. The satrap was no nerdy freshman, he understood what women liked and delighted in making them happy. Gena found herself truly relaxing as his lips toured her ribcage, circled her shielded navel, and edged they way tantalizingly close to her secret place. When he reached her crotch, every one of Gena's past lovers faded like fog in the sunshine. "Is this what my girlfriends used to rave about?" She asked herself before concluding that "Yes it is." WIth the experience of years and rare patience, he set his lips and tongue to work on Gena's blonde thatched box. He found her clitoris and began working it like a pro. Gena could not believe the sensations she was feeling. That delectable sensation of orgasm began to creep up from her toes. When she was super, no mortal man had gotten her even this close without hours of arduous work. And then it was upon her. Gena gasped and screamed as her first mortal orgasm surged through her body. Now she knew, for the first time, why her girlfriends were so mirthful and fun after a night with a talented man. She exploded all over the satrap's face, who grinned with pride and lapped up Gena's juices. 

While Gena lay there panting the satrap removed his brief article of clothing. His huge uncut rod leading his tubby stomach like the prow of a warship. Gena's mortal boyfriends had always praised her cock sucking abilities. Driven at first by her guilt over their failure to satisfy her through no fault of their own, Gena later relished her ability to give good head simply because it made her men so happy. Outside of a porno, she had never encountered a cock so long and girthy but there was a first time for everything. She grasped the shaft and cupped the balls, tentatively at first she began to lick and suck the massive tool. Gena was delighted to discover that satrap had coated his privates with an invisible substance that tasted just like chocolate. After she figured out how to best accommodate his penis the rest was like falling off a log. With her hands and mouth, Gena brought the satrap to a rousing climax. Always the dutiful girlfriend, Gena made sure to swallow every drop. 

He pulled her into his arm and uttered what could only have been praises. Together they entwined and necked for a very long time. And then the satrap was erect again. Gena's fears had left her, now curiosity reigned about what he would feel like inside of her. Seizing the initiative, Gena slid out from under the supine satrap and encouraged him to lie on his back. With a smile of wonder, Gena began to impale herself on his pole. She worked all of him in slowly, marveling at how wondrously full she felt. When he was deep inside her, she began to gently rock. Gena discovered this novel sensation was every bit as enjoyable as the previous session of cunnilingus Pumping very slowly, Gena found that she was working both of them to orgasm Just after she came a second time, she felt his manhood ejaculate deep inside her and slowly begin to withdraw, like a snake from a cave. She fell into his arms and showered him with kisses.

In the morning, like a besotted honeymooning couple, they fed each other breakfast. 

*****

Gena patted her protruding belly. It had been two full seasons since she had arrived in the palace. As Astounding Woman, since mortal men could not possibly get her pregnant (human sperm were not strong enough to pierce her ova) she had never used protection. The discovery that she was pregnant was at first terrifying than disconcerting, and now that she could feel the new life stirring inside her, joyous. Less endearing was the satraps desire to give her ten to fifteen more children. She WOULD have something to say about THAT! By now, she could, after a fashion, speak the language. The other women of the harem loved nothing better than to hear her relate stories of her adventures as Astounding Woman, it was the most amazing and fanciful story they had ever heard. There was not a great deal of jealousy in the harem, the satrap was careful to show equal favoritism, but the entire palace knew that Gena was his favorite. 

All in all thought Gena, it was not a bad life. The satrap continued to be a remarkable and tender lover. He still made her come every time. Her main enemy now was boredom. She was prohibited from setting foot outside the palace, not even to go shopping. The satrap was sympathetic but stubborn, in an attempt to appease her, he brought vendors into the harem and just last week, there had been a visit from a circus. Gena thrilled to the tumblers, wire walker, and fire swallower. They reminded her of the street performers in Major City. More often lately she thought about Rex Rangles, "Perhaps, I could have changed him, ameliorated his megalomania, turned him into a decent human being." Even now she could be back in Major City, or Rome, or Barcelona, Milan, or ANY of earth's cities. "Perhaps, she said aloud, I could have even learned to like him." pushing the thought away, Gena slowly padded down the hallway to her room.