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-in-law, 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-in-law 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!"