A Taste of Wonder Woman The Sultan of Sandella 2

So here we go, this is just a taste. This is the first little bit of what I am thinking of for a sequel. I have it fleshed out in my mind but the first one was by far the most well received stories I have ever written and I am happy to write another. It has to be the popularity of Wonder Woman I guess or maybe I just got something right in the first one lol. Anyways here you go. Take a look, comment, suggest (I might use the suggestions lol) or just discuss.

Wonder Woman looked up from the dais she was on and she her love and her Master, the Sultan. As he normally did he had a smile on his face from ear to ear as he watched her. Wonder Woman was lain down on a dais about eight feet by eight feet. She was chained, hand and feet to the corners of the platform and was naked save for her collar. Wonder Woman was surrounded, around her stood three men. They were all naked except for brown gas masks on their faces. She broke eye contact with her Master as one of the men stepped into her field of vision and knelt beside her and placed his cock in her mouth. Over the last couple of months Wonder Woman had seen and played with so many, this one was unremarkable but she knew her duty and as always she did her duty. She sucked it with all the energy she could muster and just at that moment someone yelled.

"Cut!!"

The director leaped of his chair and went to the platform

"Good take everyone, I think that will be perfect to end the movie on"

This was the first such movie that Diana had been told she would be in. Her Master had made it clear to her over the last little while that she was going to be his very own porn star, to help convince the good sluts of the west to join the servant program. Diana was thrilled to be able to help her Master in any way she could and when she was taken to the brand new movie studio that the Sultan had had built for his fledgling movie studio she couldn't wait to perform. When she entered in the studio she saw great posters entitled "Wonder Woman's new life". The plotline was simple enough thought Diana, it showed her great and powerful at the beginning wanting to do good things for the world and in that belief she met a man that showed her, her true nature was to serve. The rest kind of wrote itself she thought as she was led down increasingly submissive ways to her new Master the Sultan who was not playing himself in this picture as he thought himself to dignified. She couldn’t help but agree with that sentiment so she had done everything as asked since they arrived.

The Sultan (the real one) approached her with her familiar leash and he attached it to her collar before a stage hand undid her chains and she was led away from the set on all fours. Diana remarked to herself that at first it was uncomfortable to be on her hands and knees all the time but now she found an odd sense of calm and familiarity in it.

“Come my dear slave, today I have a special surprise for you and I know you love my surprises” The Sultan laughed as she was led out and into one of his many limos he had in his service in his country.

Obediently and without word as usual she crawled into the back of the limo and knelt like a dog as he climbed in after her and sat in the plush leather seats in front of her. Without another word he pulled down his pants and she had her lips around his cock in moments before even the driver had put the car into drive. Diana never saw were they went as she was always preoccupied and generally counted distance in times she managed to get her Master to cum or others when that was happening. This wasn’t a long drive which to her meant that she was going back to the palace and sure enough when the car stopped and she was ushered out of the car they were in the opulent lush grounds of the Sultans main palace. Diana loved this part of the grounds as it was so green and wooded it brought memories of her own home to her mind that she allowed only briefly before they mad her sad and she was forced to think of other things. She was amazed as always at just how green and lush it was in the desert. The sprinklers and the tenders were always working on it and she knew he loved it every much and maybe more as her. As the Sultan stepped out of the car pulling his pants up with one hand and holding her leash in another he took a big breath of air and clearly enjoyed the aroma in the air that this place gave. He tugged on her leash and led her towards one of the smaller buildings not directly attached to the palace. Diana couldn’t ever remember going into one of those buildings in her time with the Sultan and was intrigued at being led towards them. Normally crawling on the ground in such a place would be painful and too much for any woman but the Sultan so enjoyed seeing his slave on all fours all the time he made sure the grounds around his palace could be comfortable for her to do so. He often took her out for walks around the grounds, he enjoyed showing and having everyone on the grounds from the lowest worker to the powerful of his court seeing her on all fours and playing with her Master. Somewhere in the back of Diana’s mind she revolted at being made to do such things but those thoughts were less and less with each given day. They approached the building and Diana noticed some guards along the perimeter of the building and noticed that the windows of the sun baked building where sealed shut. One of the guards opened the door for them as she was led threw. Diana emerged into a large open building and in the centre of the space was a large chain link fence guarded with more men with all sorts of arms. Inside the fence there were four nude women. This wasn’t abnormal for her so she didn’t think too much about it. The Sultan led her straight towards the fence and had her stop directly in front of the fence. Her head had been down for most of the time so she hadn’t taken much notice of the women in there. When she stopped though she brought her head up and looked inside the fence and her heart broke and her mind rallied.

“Dru!” she blurted