You're no longer Wonder Woman the superheroine, but simply Christine the super sex slave." Great Hera, no! It can't be!" Despite her protests, her nip...les were rock hard and her pussy was getting wet as she thought about him taking advantage of her.With the rope now around her neck and her wrists, he stepped back and admired her. "Damn! You really are something, you know that?"He reached down with his gloved hands and pulled on the star-studded blue fabric covering her groin. As can only happen. .. but she kept the bit that confirmed her as a woman...A beautiful woman ... an incredible woman ... a sexy ... sensual ... sexual woman!He wanted to touch her.He needed to feel her soft skin.He stepped closer to her, and her lips parted in anticipation, as she squared her shoulders, thrusting out her breast, almost in challenge to him.Her feet shifted, to open her legs ... just a little, but everything she did was an invitation to him...Here! She seemed to be saying, look ... see ... touch. God absent. Chaos absolute.A man approached Za'nak. He is was in his 20s. His face was young but his black beard gave his demeanor an aura of experience. He wore pristine white armour with a golden Cape that gave off heavenly scent and in his right hand he held a weapon of hell. A flame sword that he held with grace. In his left hand he held a golden shield. Za'nak looked back at the approaching man."General Avar. Are you're armies ready?"General Avar walked passed him and looks down upon the. And, maybe they'd be right, but a man's needs, feelings, hopes, dreams die hard and in a sea of tears. Maybe I was grasping at the unreachable star, but it was my heart that was broken into pieces not someone else's, and I was not asking for sympathy. I was thinking of giving her a chance.I extended my hand. She took it. I pulled her to me. She knelt on the floor in front of me. I held her face in my two hands."Sally, I want to believe you. I do. I don't know if I can. I don't know if I can.