Summary;
always loved the Wonder Woman ep, The Deadly Toys where Wonder Woman goes up
against an evil Toymaker (played by Frank Gorshwin of Batman fame) who is
kidnapping scientists and has created a robot duplicate of her. Obviously she
wins the day as always but I was intrigued as to what would have happened if
she had actually lost the battle with her doppleganger? It also occured to me
that if you could make perfect robot duplicates of Wonder Woman why the hell
would you bother with crime? Just sell them as sex dolls. Here's
the clips it's based on; Now if
you're technically adroit enough to edit the 2 together so that it looks like
the real Wonder Woman lost the fight and the second clip is her being
converted into a robot/doll I sure would like to see that! (and I'm not alone
to judge by the comments on the YouTube clip) Also I
must give credit to Mr X; http://www.superheroinecentral.com/mrx/xpage/stf/stf12.jpg and if
the link doesn't work just go to the Mr X Homepage, 'Our story thus far'
section, page 1, third row down, 2nd in from the left. You'll see what I mean Rating;
NC17/18, sexual content, ASFR and mind control 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 voluptuous superheroines into your obedient sex slaves,
no matter how unlikely the prospect. But if you want to create a range of
perfect Wonder Woman robot sex dolls I think we'd all be ok with that). The character and universe of Wonder Woman, Steve Trevor
etc all belongs to DC comics and naught to me, this is a free story for
internet distribution only Setting;
Diana Prince has been chloroformed (AGAIN!) and held prisoner in the
Toymakers basement. Spinning into Wonder Woman she is in the act of escaping
when she is confronted by the Toymaker and his robot version of Wonder Woman.
Author;
Jackbnimble Wonder Woman;
The Sex-Toy Makers Plaything The Toymaker looked around looked around the cellar in
shock. The cage they had kept Diana Prince in was now open and his toys had
been activated. He was glad of the duplicate Wonder Woman at his side to
protect him, even more so when the real Wonder Woman emerged from behind the
boxes. "You should have stuck to making children's
toys!" she told him arrogantly, her hands on her hips and shoulders
thrust backwards, projecting her huge breasts jutting forwards. 'GET HER!" he yelled. The robot did as she was
instructed and was soon battling the real Wonder Woman in a titanic struggle,
each using the contents of the Toymaker's basement against one another.
Eventually one of the pair gained the upper hand, trapping the other in a
hoola-hoop and flinging her unconscious into a swivel chair. She turned to
the Toymaker, repeating her pose. "What are your order's master?" she asked.
The Toymaker felt a surge relief wash over him. The robot had won, the real
Wonder Woman was out for the count. He moved forwards and looked down onto
the knocked out superheroine. My she was beautiful! Such beauty was not to be
wasted. "Pick her up" he ordered the robot. ***** Wonder Woman stood stock still, looking about her new
surroundings, the Toymakers workshop. She was once more in her superheroine
pose, hands on hips, legs apart, breasts thrust out but made no move towards
the Toymaker who was working at his bench. Indeed she found it particularly
hard to concentrate, her mind feeling empty, her will gone. She only knew she
felt amazingly content and happy, untroubled by any thoughts of violence.
Part of her thought that her new found serenity was something to do with her
tiara which felt different from before, slightly tingly somehow, as if it was
feeding her new bliss directly through her temples into her brain. But really
she didn't care, she was just ecstatic to stand there until she recieved her
master's orders. And to obey those orders was her fondest desire. The Toymaker tottered over, her bracelets in his hand.
She obligingly turned around and proffered her wrists and he slipped them on.
He reached out and stroked her hair affectionately. "You my dear are going to make my friends very,
very happy! Now let's see that great big smile" Wonder Woman gave the sort of smile only she was
capable off, feeling every bit of happiness it represented. The Toymaker continued stroking her hair "Can you
make me happy my dear?" Her smile only grew wider as she automatically fell to
her knees and unzipped his trousers. His cock was quite impressive for an old
guy and already throbbing hard as she showered it with kisses. He groaned and
clasped the back of her head with his hand, forcing it between her eager,
receptive ruby red lips. She sucked and licked with instinctive skill and
enthusiasm, his hand stroking her perfect hair faster and faster as he neared
climax. He came with a guttural cry, unleashing a torrent of seed down her
throat which she willingly swallowed with relish. "Oh yes my dear!" he exclaimed, gasping for
breath as she rose to her feet and resumed her superheroine pose "Very
happy indeed" She smiled once more at the thought, licking the last drops
of his cum from her lips. ***** "I'm sorry gentlemen but the deal is off, I have
released all the scientists" His investors looked at him horrified. "But we had a deal!" one spluttered. The Toymaker shook his head. "I was never one for
making war. Not when we can make love instead. Allow me to introduce you to
some alternate merchandise I think you'll find very interesting indeed" They recoiled in shock as she walked in, certain that
she was about to haul them off to jail. Their shock only increased when the
second Wonder Woman joined the first, a mirror image. The Toymaker gestured
to them proudly. "One is the real Wonder Woman, now under my control,
one is a robot. Can you tell the difference?" They looked on blankly. He chuckled to himself and activated
a control. "Perhaps this will help you decide?" A pair of stipper poles emerged through the floor. Both
Wonder Women began to dance expertly around them, flexing their mile long
shapely legs against the cold shiny metal. They slowly peeled off their
outfits as they did so, unlacing and casting aside their tight bodices,
occasionally helping one another out of their clothes, kissing and stroking
each other as they did so. Their audience whooped and howled in excitment as
their huge, pert breasts were revealed. Their appreciation only grew as they
shimmied out of their blue and white star spangled bikini bottoms revealing
toned, heart-shaped asses and tight, wet cunnies beneath a neatly trimmed
strip of black pubic hair. When they were completely naked the Toymaker clapped
and beckoned them forwards. Obediently they sauntered forth towards their by
now drooling audience. "Perhaps you'd like to inspect the merchandise a
little more closely?" They took the hint and were soon pawing both identical
superheroines ruthlessly, hands mauling ample titties, tweeking hard and
swollen nipples, straying within soaking cunts. Neither Wonder Woman raised
any objection, showing only willing smiles upon their faces. They began to
react to all the stimulation, grinding themsleves furiously against the hands
between their exquisite thighs, moaning and groaning like bitches in heat,
sweat rolling off their voluptuous bodies. Soon they each had a thrusting
cock in every fuckhole, their hands furiously working a sucession of rock
hard shafts, each Wonder Woman pleasuring 5 men at once. The sensation of one
cock pounding away in their cunnies and another hammering into their asses
divided only by a thin layer of delectable flesh soon had them cumming like
crazy. Their cries of pleasure were muffled by the cocks in their mouths and
barely audible over the sound of their firms asses being spanked until they
throbbed red with sweet pain. The relentless fucking never abated for a
moment. The gangbang continued for hours until the clients all collapsed on
the floor exhausted. This didn't stop the two Wonder Women though who were
soon licking the vast amounts of cum from one another bodies, suckling on
each others breasts, taking turns in licking each other out, fingerfucking
and fisting like crazy. In the end they just lay their kissing deeply,
insatiable in their desire for one another. The Toymaker returned, a cup of tea now in his hand.
"Well now, could any of you tell the real Wonder Woman from the
robot?" His customers shook their heads, still stunned by what
had taken place. The Toymaker smiled and took out a notebook and pen.
"Well then, would you like to place your orders?" ***** Wonder Woman came to again back in the cage she had
first been held in. She was stark naked and surrounded by an array of
electronic scanners and sensor pads which she rapidly stripped from her skin.
She vaguely wondered as to their purpose but what was more important was
getting her magic belt back again! It was simplicity itself to escape from the cage, after
all it was only chicken wire. Villains didn't ever seem to get any smarter. The sight that awaited her in the Toymaker's workshop
stunned her utterly. She gazed in astonishment at the line of naked copies of
herself on a coveyer belt. Each seemed conscious but willing to placidly
stand there, unmoving, just breathing and blinking from time to time. Each
wore a beatific smile on their face, their shoulders back and arms held
relaxed at their sides. The sound of approaching footsteps shocked her from her
reverie. She couldn't fight without her magic belt and other accoutrements
and besides she was still totally nude. She looked around desperately for a
place to hide. The solution was pretty obvious. The Toymaker entered the workshop escorted by the first
of the Wonder Woman robots he had created. The broken cage door disturbed him
for a moment but he knew there was only one way out of the basement and
realistically only one place she could be hiding. He sent the robot to guard
the door and activated the controls to start up the production line once
more. Wonder Woman tottered slightly as the conveyer belt
started up once more. She stopped moving altogether when a robotic nozzle
appeared and sprayed a warm, sticky substance all over her. It felt oddly
good upon her skin, tingly and gloriously tight, as if she was being
constantly kissed all over. It gave her skin a brilliant sheen like quality
making her look even more beautiful than before, as if she was sweating
slightly whilst stretching as she sunbathed. It hardened in an instant and
she panicked slightly, realising she couldn't move. She'd been transformed
into a living waxwork, just as she had been by Harry Roberts that time when
she was investigating the museum thefts. But in the next second she found she
didn't want to move anymore. Another robotic arm had placed a replica of her
tiara on her head. As soon as it touched her temples she felt all her
concerns disappear in a moment. Her mind emptied and a feeling of
overwhelming joy and contentment replaced any conscious thought. A message
was repeated again and again through her brain. "I am a doll, I live only to obey my master, I
like to be pretty and looked at, I wish only to please, nothing more, my life
has no other purpose, I wish only to obey, I am a doll, I live only to obey
my master, I like to be pretty and looked at..." She found her nipples hardening into two aching,
throbbing points at the thought, her cunny dripping with desire, a hot, warm
glow rising deep within her at the thought. She found her breathing becoming
slower and more laboured, her breaths becoming contented sighs of pleasure.
She slowly flexed her stunning legs that little bit further apart. She looked on with interest but not alarm as two more
robot apendages attached copies of her bracelets to her wrists. Whatever
delight she felt from the tiara it doubled and tripled as the bracelets were
restored to their natural position on her forearms, feeling so wonderful on
her glowing skin. Her hands inevitably found their way to her hips, assuming
the classic superheroine 'I dare you' pose just as all the robotic Wonder
Woman copies did once their bracelets were attached. She realised she could
now move if she wished but felt little incentive to do so She gave an excited squeal as she felt herself being
pinched on her right ass cheek. In the reflection of the metal from the
production machinery she could just make out what had been stamped on her
ass. "WONDER WOMAN SEX DOLL; PRODUCT OF THE
TOYMAKER" As she neared the end of the conveyer belt she saw each
of the Wonder Woman copies step off in turn and be transferred into a
telephone booth sized cardboard box with a transparent front. The box was
constructed in patriotic red, white and blue and had 'Deluxe Wonder Woman Sex
Doll' written on the front. She felt overwhelmingly intrigued. It seemed the most
natural thing in the world to follow her new android sisters into their
rightful assigned place. She stepped off the conveyer belt, joyously,
achingly aware that this was the ultimate act of surrender, there was no
going back now. Plastic clamps in the rear of the box closed around her
upper arms and legs, not really restraining her but keeping her in her doll
pose in the box. She was still stark naked but she noted that a copy of her
costume was contained in a separate transparent compartment of her box along
with 2 wigs, one blonde and one redhead. Of course, dolls were always sold
with optional accessories. "I really am a doll now" she realised, truly
accepting it for perhaps the first time. "A plaything for my new master
and nothing more" Rather than upsetting her she found the prospect filled
her with incredible joy and lust. Her new life as a doll made her endlessly
satisfied yet constantly horny as hell. The Toymaker idly surveyed the hundreds of naked boxed
Wonder Woman robots in the warehouse. The irony made him giggle
uncontrollably. Wonder Woman had come to put an end to his evil schemes.
Instead she now found herself transformed into his willing sex slave and the
template for his vast moneymaking enterprise, enabling him to produce
countless replicants of her to sell to the highest bidder. It was just too
rich! He smiled again at his incredible good fortune. The
basement of the Toyshop was rapidly filling up with boxed Wonder Woman dolls
but he already had more orders than he could meet. Somewhere amongst the
hundreds of perfect copies was the real Wonder Woman. But that hardly seemed
to matter any more. For they were all identical and she was now no different
to all the rest. ***** The Toymaker surveyed the paper with satisfaction. He
had said he wanted to make love and not war. He never anticipated that his
range of Wonder Woman sex dolls would accomplish just that. He figured that
it was some form of collective consciousness generated by the real Wonder
Woman's mind leaking into the programming. Whatever the reason there were now
100,000s of Wonder Woman's all over the world and when they weren't obeying
their master/mistresses every whim they fought crime, tyranny and threats to
mankind with just the same aplomb as the original. Now everyone had their own
superheroine. Most villains had just given up and got themselves a proper
job. There was a knock at his office door. "Come in" Diana Prince opened the door. The Sexy Secretary model
of the Wonder Woman robot range was amazingly popular despite her ponytail,
glasses and business suit. Perhaps she was so popular BECAUSE of them? Of
course her stripper heels, black stockings and suspenders, micro miniskirt
and plain white blouse cut to reveal the maximum amount of awesome cleavage might
also have had something to do with it? "The new prototypes outfits are ready master"
she informed him warmly. "Thank you Diana, send them in" A trio of Wonder Woman sex dolls strutted into the
room, modelling the latest costumes he'd designed for the range. No matter
which model they were or which outfit they wore they always assumed the same
classic pose, hands on hips, shoulders back, breasts thrust out, legs
slightly apart. Arrogant superiority and extreme sexuality just begging to be
tamed and conquered, secretly wanting it desperately. The Wonder Woman Nurse was a classic, 3-inch white high
heels, matching grip top stockings and mini dress with plunging neckline to
accentuate and display her gargantuan breasts to best effect. She still wore
the traditional Wonder Woman tiara and bracelets but now with a red cross in
the centre rather than the star. French Maid Wonder Woman was equally impressive, 3-inch
black heels and fishnets, a skimpy maids outfit with a lace up front which
her massive titties strained so wonderfully against, eager to escape. She
still wore her traditional Wonder Woman bracelets and headband but they were
now in frilly white lace. The Dominatrix Wonder Woman was the cream of the crop
however. She wore shiny black PVC thigh boots with 3-inch spiked heels and
lace up sides. Her bodice was also black PVC with two holes cut in the chest
area in order to constantly reveal her huge and perfect tits to an extremely
appreciative world. A thing strip of PVC cut sharply between her peach-like
ass cheeks, lifting and separating them for the thong effect, creating two
mouthwateringly delicious half moons of nubile flesh. Black PVC elbow gloves
incorporating her bracelets finished off her outfit and on her right hip her
'Lasso of Justice' had been transformed into the 'Whip of Domination'. Ironically the Dominatrix Wonder Woman was actually the
original. But that didn't matter now for she was no different to all the
rest. Just like her robot sisters, as the imprinted stamp on her perfect ass cheek
proclaimed, she was nothing but a "WONDER WOMAN SEX DOLL; PRODUCT OF THE
TOYMAKER". |