The Trials of Diana

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Adventures of Aurora 29 - 0

The Trials of Diana

By Janissa and Tex Beethoven

(Last Revision: 12-Sep-96)

(Continued from Chapter 28-1)

Sh’Lyra’s R&R Mother Ship

Sh'Lyra was feeling extremely pleased with herself as her feet touched the deck of the airlock of her huge ship. She had just flown back from the Earth under her own power after pursuing her lost slave Aurora. She was ecstatic, having returned with not only Aurora, but another potential slave, someone with the bizarre name of Wonder Woman!

Holing Aurora tightly under her arm, she felt her body relaxing. "No, not Aurora, she will now be called Fairchild, her given name," she silently reminded herself.

Feeling the artificial grav come on in the airlock, she carelessly dropped Fairchild on the floor, the girl landing in a crumpled heap, turning her attention instead to her new slave. Squinting her eyes, she looked though the Vendorian steel cocoon to check on this new toy.

Meanwhile, Fairchild lay at Sh'Lyra's feet, still bound hand and foot by her own hair. She felt confused, feelings of her growing independence competed with feelings of wanting to again feel Sh’Lyra’s love. Her confusing was momentarily erased as she looked up at her mistress, seeing Sh'Lyra standing proudly over her, one foot resting on Fairchild's head, waiting patiently (or at least as patiently as she ever waited for anything) for the air lock to finish cycling and for the inner door to open.

Presently, the door did whisk open, revealing Samtee’s nervous form. He normally was her Chief Engineer, but he had been Acting Captain of the ship while she had been on her rescue mission. He was waiting for her at a respectful position of military attention.

Directly behind Samtee was her Executive Officer, his arm in a sling. He would have normally have been left in charge, except that he was unconscious in sick bay at the time. She would promote him to Captain today. Both men saluted her as she strode in, and Samtee opened his mouth to welcome her aboard, but she ignored him for the moment, turning her attention to the person she had asked to watch over these men, the woman she trusted. Janee, her lead Dom.

Janee, as was suitable for a slave, even such a highly trusted one, was kneeling naked on the floor by the captain's feet. As was expected when greeting her Mistress, her knees were spread wide apart, exposing her sex. Behind Janee, kneeling down similarly, were four of her other Doms, each one holding out an article of clothing for her to wear.

The Doms were the elite among Sh'Lyra's slaves, they were the ones who had thrived under the lash and under her unique training sessions. They now answered only to Sh'Lyra herself. They existed only to serve their `Red Mistress', and to enforce discipline for all the slaves that Sh'Lyra had placed under their iron control. Although inwardly greatly pleased to see her Doms, Sh'Lyra confined her greeting to a cold, "Dress me, Sluts!"

Sh'Lyra turned to Samtee and her soon to be Captain and began conversing with them him as her prime slaves hurried to obey, beginning what seemed to be a well-rehearsed ritual. Meanwhile, Fairchild remained lying on the floor of the airlock, bound immovably with her own golden hair, struggling to understand her feelings for, and her need to be dominated by this powerful woman. She watched with growing understanding.

The first slave to spring to her feet was the one called Pamet. She paced gracefully forward before falling back to her knees before her Mistress and was allowed to buckle a heavy black miniskirt around Sh'Lyra's slim waist. Pamet nervously adjusted it so that the skirt hung low on her Mistress' hips the way she had been trained, just low enough that a hint of the tall Kryptonian woman's dramatic red bush was left exposed at the top. But, despite Pamet's nervousness, Fairchild could tell that she was very excited. And that her excitement was physical… it was sexual!

Next came beautiful Minko, an Asian woman with very large breasts, who approached Sh'Lyra with her eyes lowered. She too was excited and trembling as she wrapped a heavy black corset around her Mistress' torso, that item of clothing lending a cold sensuality to her Mistress' body, and provided an undercup for Sh'Lyra's large, inhumanly firm breasts.

Evelyn arose next. She was a beautiful woman with raven black hair and olive skin. She was graceful, elegant, impeccably mannered, and also the most cruel of the Doms. She slinked sexily up to her Mistress and carefully placed a black cape about on her shoulders that remained open in the front, the back falling to the middle of Sh'Lyra's thighs.

While Evelyn finished her task and dropped back to her knees, Minko lay on her belly before Sh'Lyra, her mistress raising one foot and before placing it on Minko's back. Janee signaled Tam-eta, yet another dom who had just arrived, to be quick. Tam-eta gripped her Mistress' boots in her teeth while crawling closer to her. Her green skin, and her aquamarine colored breasts and hair were beautiful, and presented quite a contrast to the long thigh-high black boots. Quickly Tam-eta and Evelyn slipped the boots onto their Mistress' feet, smoothing the supple leather up the length of her legs with long, gliding strokes of their graceful hands. As befit her station, Janee approached last, and was allowed to buckle the heavy black belt, with the attached whip and quirt, around her Mistress' narrow waist.

"Captain, is our ECM up and working?" Sh'Lyra asked Samtee ina casual tone.

Struggling to keep his eyes on Sh'Lyra's face and not stare at her perfectly round breasts and her large bare nipples, he reported, "Yes Ma'am, and our engines are up, although working at only about 15% of normal efficiency. But we should at least be capable of moving in stealth mode if we proceed slowly."

"Very good, that is acceptable for now, Samtee. You've done well. I want you to reassume your post and to go back to being my Chief Engineer, for we sorely need you to concentrate on the areas where your talents lie. I know now that you are the best engineer in the fleet.”

Turning her attention the other Arion Beta male who stood before her, she miled briefly, the surprising and uncharacteristic warmth in her face startling him.

“Commander Lazur, you are now promoted to Captain of this ship. I want you to change course and head towards Earth. I intend to land there… I'll brief you on the precise location a little later. How soon can you achieve orbit?"

Gulping, the new ship's Captain stood straighter and thought furiously for a moment, feeling he was in lethal danger. He knew his boss was fair, but she also had a quick temper, and as a Beta he would never survive one of her angry blows.

"We can achieve a stealth orbit within 24 hours but," he paused, weighing his words carefully before deciding that the truth was best. "We will be totally unable to land for at least a week, and that's assuming that you yourself help the ship land. Even then, I think it would be very risky to land before Chief Engineer Samtee I complete some additional structural repairs which should take an additional 72 hours."

"Very well, Lazur. Janee, take my beautiful bitch and get her cleaned up and properly prepared for me.”

Turning to look at the Velorian as she lay crumpled on the airlock floor, she began to speak to her, her voice filled with the cutting sharpness of a whip. “Fairchild, you will follow Janee's orders as if they were my own. Oh and Janee, have Evelyn whip Tam-eta, I want her covered with stripes from head to toe. She was too slow in arriving with my boots."

Pausing, she gave Tam-eta an ironically affectionate look before addressing the green girl who was suddenly trembling violently. "It's for no particular reason, my dear. I'm just in the mood to see you in pain. You don't mind, do you?"

"Oh NO, Mistress! How could I EVER object? I am yours! My body belongs to my Mistress. My breasts belong to my Mistress. My orgasm..."

"Yes, I know." Sh'Lyra interrupted, the sound of bored impatience in her voice. Turning away, Sh'Lyra hoisted the metal-encased Diana onto one shoulder and gently took the Captain's arm with her free hand. As they walked away from her, Fairchild’s keen ears heard her say, "Captain, as you know, I and my Hell-Blazers organization oppose the Arion grand plan of destroying the earth. I have now decided to break away from the Arion Empire completely. The Earth will be our base for a while. Pass the word to the crew that these are my intentions, and that I shall address them all in an hour. Also have security clamp down on all communication devices. I also want..." Her voice faded away as she turned around a corner and disappeared down an adjoining corridor.

Fairchild was dazed by what she had just heard. So long as Sh'Lyra had been in league with the Arions, and bent on destroying the Earth, a small part of her had been able to attempt some resistance. But now, if anything, Sh'Lyra's hold on her seemed stronger than ever.

As soon as her Mistress was out of sight, Janee leaped to her feet and clapped her hands, taking immediate charge. "Sluts, you heard the Mistress. Evelyn take Tam-eta. Pamet and Minko, you will both help me with this one." Evelyn leaped on Tam-eta and pulled both of her arms cruelly behind her back. Janee whispered instructions to Evelyn, who smiled wickedly. Sobbing, Tam-eta was led down the hall and out of sight.

Meanwhile, Fairchild watched the other Doms approaching her, wondering what they could do to her. She knew that she had nothing to fear from them physically, for after all she was a Velorian Protector!

Janee quickly whispered instructions to the other Doms, and they responded with wicked grins before they all turned to approach Fairchild. Minko and Pam-eta knelt down by her sides and in unison they laid thei rhands lightly on Fairchild's stomach. Gently their fingernails began to stroke upward, fondling the powerful woman’s large breasts. Fairchild tensed, her muscles quivering, as they continued to stroke and caress her stomach and the underside's of her breasts. As she began to relax, they gently began to cup her large breasts and tease her nipples with their free hands.

Fairchild began to tremble. Her arms and feet were still bound with long lengths of her own unbreakable hair, and with her head pulled back so tightly, she could not see what any of these Doms were doing. She blushed to see several technicians watching her, and even in her helpless, exposed posture, she could not help herself from being turned on. Always an exhibitionist, Fairchild began to enjoy their eyes on her body.

Janee knelt by Fairchild's legs and waited until she stopped trembling before reaching out and tracing a path across Fairchild's buttocks and the small of her back. With her other hand she ran he rfingers though Fairchild's blonde bush. She noticed with pleasure that the slave was responding wetly to their caresses, and began to caress hers wollen labial lips.

Fairchild felt herself getting incredibly turned on as the three women ran their hands all over her helpless form. Her nipples again grew very hard and long, almost 2 inches long and half as wide. She tried to remain passive, but couldn't stop several throaty moans from escaping her parted lips. She was just on the verge of orgasm when a naked slave girl ran up to Janee and knelt down holding an object above her head. Fairchild moaned in frustration as all three Doms immediately stopped their caresses. Janee wrapped a belt with a bulky device around Fairchild's stomach.

Suddenly Janee ordered, "Now!" and Minko and Pam-eta reached down and each grasped one of Fairchild's nipples as hard as they could and lifted her off the floor. At the same time Janee grasped her golden bush and did the same. Suspended upside down by her nipples and the hair of her blonde bush, Fairchild gasped and blushed as the workers clapped their hands.

Fairchild attempted to struggle, but Janee just laughed and reached for Fairchild's belt and twisted a dial. To Fair's horror she felt her weight increasing and the pull on her nipples and pubic hair became painful. Muscles budging with effort, the three Doms carried her down the ship's corridors in the most humiliating position they knew.

Sh'Lyra, after sending the Captain and Samtee off to instruct the crew on her plans and the upcoming meeting, looked though the metal encasing to see how Diana, which was the woman's her name if she remembered the Arion Intelligence reports correctly. She was quite surprised and pleased to see that the woman had been crying, and very recently. Tears still streaked her face. Sh'Lyra carried her into her arena that had been so recently wrecked by Diana and the others in their rescue attempt. Ruefully Sh'Lyra pursed her lips as she surveyed the extent of the damage.

Sighing, she thought, "No use crying over spilled Karveta!" and leaped lightly down onto the sandy floor of the arena. After laying Diana's cylindrical prison gently on its side, she grasped the metal and began preparing to rip it off of her. First she heavily scored the metal into several sections so she could rip it off a section at a time. Then she removed the section covering Diana's buttocks. The woman’s red and blue costume, the one she wore when she assumed the identify of Wonder Woman, was so shredded in that area that it was all but gone, the remaining strips of material doing z little to cover the natural beauty of this Amazon's tight derriere. Sh'Lyra lightly patted her new play toy on her bare bottom and watched her jerk within the remaining metal surrounding her.

Diana wanted very much to know just what was going on. She had been praying to all of the Gods and Goddesses she knew Names for would help her, or perhaps even Kara or Laura, to rescue her. Barely keeping her panic at bay, she knew, she hoped, that either Kara or Laura must have rescued her.

By now she was feeling almost physically ill from this close confinement, and it seemed to be taking forever for her rescuer to begin to remove the metal encasing her. When she felt her bottom being uncovered, and then a pause, she figured it had to be her Little Firebug, Kara, being mischievous. Then when her bottom was patted, she was sure of it. She felt a tremendous release of emotional pressure as a small section covering her mouth was ripped away. At last! She could breathe! Even an Amazon could not go forever without air!

Sh'Lyra heard Diana take several deep breaths of fresh air before nervously laughing and saying "Oh, thank the Gods and Goddesses, and Kara, I thank you! But you are really going to get it if you don't let me out of here right now. I..."

"Who the hell is Kara?" wondered Sh'Lyra as she ripped off the metal covering her tits. Sh'Lyra lightly pinched one nipple ofher large breasts. Again, almost hysterically, Wonder Woman laughed. "Oh, I see," thought Sh'Lyra, relishing the power that comes with knowledge, "she hates to be confined and trapped." Sh'Lyra placed a finger over Diana's her lips to silence her.

"What, who ?" Diana asked, running short of breath again from her returning fear. That finger was far too large to belong to Kara's hand. "Laura, is that you?"

Instead of receiving an answer, she was suddenly picked up and placed on her metal-encased feet, then bent into a L position as if she were bowing to someone, the hard steel groaning under the strain. Then to her chagrin she felt her breast being grabbed, very tightly. She was held in place by her breast while someone with large hands began spanking her with strong stinging swats. Furious now, Diana strained and heaved, and with loud screeches of bending metal, she slowly struggled free from her prison.

Sh'Lyra smiled and spanked Diana again and again until Diana's bottom was a nice pink color. Then she slowly inserted a finger into this Wonder Woman and began playing with her clit. Diana shrieked with rage at this invasion. "There, that should make her either mad as hell or show me that she is a submissive," Sh'Lyra thought while momentarily releasing the raven-haired woman. Encased in nearly indestructable Vendorian steel, Diana stripped and fell to the sandy floor of the arena, her back to the giantess.

Furious at what had been done to her, by Laura, Kara, or whoever this was, Diana strained every muscle to her utmost. Being dominated and being dominating in sex games was a recreational pastime for her people. But never, had she been so unfairly taken advantage of. Thoughts of what she was going to do to Kara or Laura or both made her smile with pleasure. Sexy thoughts of having Laura and her Firebug wiggling under her touch drove her on and seemed to make her even stronger as her muscles swelled many times larger than anything normal for a human. Her blood was pounding in her temples, her heart hammering as loud as war drums as her body slowly stretched the alien metal. She shouted an Amazon victory cry as she felt the metal slowly tearing apart!

Her lungs burning from her effort, she flexed her thighs and glutes, trying to spread the metal further apart. Suddenly with a high pitched scream the metal parted under her right hand. Once she had enough room to move within the suit, she tore at the hated metal encasing her with her bare hands. Her muscles, quivering from the strain, vibrated like high-tension steel cables as she slowly freed one hand. She knew the strength she was using for this effort was even greater than what she had expended when she had arm wrestled her little Firebug. Finally she was able to tear her arms free, peeling the metal from her body like a very tight body suit. With more screeches of bending metal, she continued to break slowly broke out of her prison.

Sh'Lyra smiled and watched as Wonder Woman struggled against the steel cocoon, slowly broke free, the metal tearing along the deep score marks her long fingenails had made. Judging by her ability to overcome Vendorian steel, she judged that Wonder Woman had to be at least as strong as her strongest Dom, and perhaps stronger. Also, she did not show the slightest signs of a submissive nature. "She shall be interesting to break and remold as one of my Dom's," mused Sh'Lyra.

Ripping the last of the metal from her body, Diana leaped to her feet, still ripping away while tearing off the metal that was still covering her eyes and ears. She had judged that from the sand under her that she was on a beach or in a desert. Opening her eyes, she suddenly froze in where she stood, blinking at the harsh light of the arena, stunned into a frozen silence! She knew this place! Whirling around in a unique amazon martial arts stance, she surveyed her surroundings.

She was alone except for one other tall woman who was standing a short distance away with a penetrating, thoughtful look on her attractive face, watching her. "By the Gods she's was tall," thought Diana.W ith her boots on she looked to be more that 7' tall. Still angry fromh er recent spanking, mad Wonder Woman demanded, "Who in HADES are you?"

As she waited for an answer she looked over this woman. She was easily 6'8" in bare feet, and while tall she was not thin by any means. In fact she was very well proportioned. Everything about her was striking. From her long blood-red hair to her dramatic costume. While her face would not be considered beautiful, she was very attractive. Her chest had to measure well over 50 inches, while her waist, by contrast, was tiny, no more than 18 inches. Her legs looked long and powerful. She could easily be a model on Earth, except for her size. The costume she wore looked like one of those Dominitrix garments she had once seen. But on this woman, her figure so statuesque, her bearing so regal, on her such a costume looked not only natural, but very right.

Yet what captured Diana's attention most were her eyes. The eyes, she had learned years ago, were the windows to the soul. Trained to rea dpeople at an early age, she was a little shocked at the sheer power, strength of will, and force of personality this woman radiated like a sun. Diana shivered as intense green eyes seemed to bore right into her and see her inner most thoughts. This woman would never follow anyone against her will, and would break long before she would ever bend.

With a soft voice, yet not able to hide her anger, Sh'Lyra finally spoke. "So you are Wonder Woman, Diana the Amazon Princess, the proud slut who has been raiding the Arion ships around Earth II. You are also the one who lassoed that Klomft and ruined my little party. And you even had the guts to use my slave Aurora like she is meant to be used." Suddenly she tossed her head back and laughed.

To Diana she sounded like a barbarian from one of the ancient fables, from the days when powerful men had challenged the Gods with their power. Sh'Lyra just as suddenly stopped laughing, stared into Diana's eyes, and said in a tone that sent chills up Diana's spine, "I can respect that, but don't ever cross me again."

Sh'Lyra shifted, obviously relaxing a little "Well, what am I going to do with you, my beautiful?, I could break you, but that, no doubt, would ruin you. Yet I really have no wish to kill you."

Diana jumped as Sh'Lyra suddenly snapped her finger, the sound, like a high powered rifled shot, echoed in the large room. "I've got it!, Tell me, as an Amazon do you stand by your word? I heard that your people have honor and take an oath very seriously."

Cautiously Diana answered "Yes, but we never give our word easily."

"Well said., I have a copy of an ancient scroll about your people written by a woman who called herself Anessia. Judging from the way you had bound Aurora's legs wide apart and were having her please you in the shuttle, while the shameless slut humped the engine block, you live up to the Amazons reputation. I wish to have an Amazon duel with you. I will abide by with the rules as written in that old document. At stake is your own freedom and Fairchild's, or as you call her, Aurora. As to the value of my word, well you will just have to take my own word for it. I am called Sh'Lyra, and I have never broken my honor word." Sh'Lyra raised one eyebrow and waited for Diana's response.

Diana, shocked just by looking at this amazing woman, struggled to recalled everything she knew about Anessia. If Diana remember rightly, she was a sister who had rejected the Amazons' peaceful ways and had fled from their Island a long time ago. Hundreds of years later it was rumored that an old scroll written by Anessia had been discovered by men. The scroll reportedly documented the rituals of the Amazon duels, but several sister Amazons, sent out to retrieve the scroll, could never find it.

"What do you know about our duels?" Diana asked, curious despite her anger over her stringing bottom.

"It is hand to hand combat that is followed by a different kind of hand to hand combat," Sh'Lyra answered with a smile. "The winner of both combats gets to keep the loser." Sh'Lyra continued for another minute describing the scroll in detail. As she elaborated, she watched Diana, evaluating her and found herself actually thinking that she would make a good Dom. "So are you satisfied, do you accept?"

"Yes, Sh'Lyra, I am and I do. Where and when?"

"Here and now."

Diana watched as Sh'Lyra tossed her cape off to one side and stood in a martial stance. Diana's trained sharp eye noted that while sh ewas obviously very well trained, she hoped that she had been trained in a style or styles that had been developed by and for men. With her Amazonian's martial arts background in styles developed by women, for women, she hoped she had an edge.

Diana and Sh'Lyra silently circled each other, carefully weighing each step and each other.

[To be continued in Adventures of Aurora, Chapter 29-1]

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