Astounding Woman Made Mortal

The satrap clapped his hand and a huge man appeared to collect Gena. Wordlessly, he pulled on her arm and led her into the bowels of the palace. Their first stop caused her to cry out but the man held Gena too firmly for her to slink away. A giant of a man in a hood greeted the one holding Gena in place. Obviously they were old friends. The room was full of sharp pointy things, a brazier with metal rods protruding from it, and a large wooden frame clearly designed to accommodate human beings! Gena fought for her freedom as she never had before, trying every martial arts move she knew. The hooded man seized Gena and held aloft with one arm. In moments she was tied spread eagle to the wooden frame.

Gena was both terrified that she would die and terrified that she would live. Her eyes ablaze with fear, Gena witnessed the hooded man use the brazier to heat several steel needles red hot. He then cooled them in a vase of water. Then like a jungle cat, he pounced on Gena. In rapid succession her ears, nipples, and navel were pierced. It had happened so quickly that Gena had experienced almost no pain. All she felt now was a low level burning sensation. The hooded man held up a mirror and Gena noted gold studs in her ear lobes, gold bars through her nipples, and a gold star shielding her navel. For some reason, Gena could only recall the odd fact from her old life, that she had only ever owned clip on earrings. No man made needle had been capable of penetrating her skin. The old Gena had created an entire tome of explanations to her girlfriends as to why she would not get her ears pierced, all the while envying the jewelry in her friend's ears It was strange thing to recall, Gena chalked up to her mind coping with the incomprehensible. She hated the unwanted modification of her body, still, she had to conclude that they were not unattractive.

No sooner had Gena collected her wits than the hooded man selected a curved metal rod. Utilizing his great strength, the man bent the curve until it encircled Gena's neck. To seal the ring permanently, he slid a piece of leather between it and Gena's skin then carefully welded the ends shut. With a flourish, the man removed the leather barrier and Gena felt the still warm metal against her skin. the former superhero knew, with full certainty, that it was never coming off of her neck again.

Gena was quite puzzled by the hooded man's next maneuver. He was carefully immobilizing her left leg. Binding it so firmly to the wooden frame that Gena could not move it a millimeter. All became clear when the man pulled one of the metal rods from the brazier and it revealed itself to be a branding Iron! Gena screamed NO! over and over and pulled with all her might against her bonds. The hooded man closed the distance between himself and wooden frame. With practiced precision, he planted the hot iron in the dead center front of Gena's leg. For the woman on the frame, the white hot pain was like nothing she had ever encountered before, thousands of times worse than the sting of bullets on her previously impervious flesh. Gena could scarcely conceive that such pain existed in any world, she smelled the odor of burning flesh, recognized it as her own, and blacked out.

She came to as the hooded man was completing the task of losing her bonds. Having seen the blanched expression many times, the hooded satrap's slave master gently removed Gena from the frame and carefully set her on quivering feet and legs. Almost too frightened to look, Gena's eyes finally focused on the greatest indignity her body had ever suffered. There, red and angry on her alabaster skin was the image of an iris, the flower which was the satrap's totem.

"My God! I'm collared pierced and branded just like a cow in Iowa!" The realization that she was little more than livestock brought home to her just how far she had fallen. With a dreadful certainty, Gena realized that she would never leave this palace again. "Here is where I grow old and die, just another pretty toy for that man in the turban to use until I grow old and haggard." More than anything, Gena wanted the earth to open up and swallow her. It stubbornly remained unyielding.

Gingerly, Gena put her weight on her left leg, it held. The hooded man applied a cooling salve to her body's first scar. Never again would Gena have those perfectly matched legs that drove men wild. She recalled days at the beach, strutting her stuff in as tiny a bikini as the law allowed, drawing delight in the male eyes following her path along the strand. Suddenly her old life closed in upon her like a collapsing cave. She cried out and fell into the hooded man's arms, emptying herself of every tear that had been pent up since she awoke naked in Rex's cell. It took the two men a very long time to calm Gena down. Even though they had no language in common, the men spoke soothingly to Gena and gently caressed her until her tears were spent.

Gena stepped away from the hooded man. While nominally a follower of her people's ancient faith, Gina was not mystical or spiritual. She had seen too much of the world's sins to believe in an overarching good. Evil was easier to believe in. At heart she was a realist. Fate, for lack of a better word had given her this hand to play, she could either whine about it or get back in the game. "There is no point lower in this world." she told herself. Nothing could be worse than what she had just been through. To herself she said, "I'm Gena now, or whatever name the man in the turban decides to call me. What I was can never be again so I can be miserable here or, if not happy, something close to content. I have to learn this language and find out about this world, I have to make myself fit it."

Gena allowed the first man to lead her on to the next destination. In a room occupied by beautiful women, Gena was fed a sumptuous meal and then led to a tub where she was carefully washed in fine soap and her hair fixed into elaborate braids. Her pubic hair was trimmed into an oval shape. Later Gena learned that the shape was meant to be an egg, the symbol of fertility. Gena took note of the women sharing the room with her. They were clearly of several races, but none of the others shared her looks, The fair skinned women all had dark hair. Gena stood out like a lighthouse beacon. An older woman came by who was clearly not a slave or a member of the harem. She turned out to be the harem tutor. With a picture book, she taught Gena to repeat a few words. The language would not come easily, and Gena concluded that she would always have trouble with the pronunciation, but she had a lot of years ahead of her to practice.

As if the day could have ended any other way, at nightfall Gena was led from the harem to the satrap's bedroom chamber. She was fearful, yet curious. If she could now feel great pain, perhaps she could also now feel great pleasure. The satrap's huge manhood lost some of its menace in her mind. One of her mortal girlfriends used to tell her, "Gena, you are dating the wrong type of guys, ditch the tweedy professors and the nerdy types and get yourself a moron with a huge cock!" Like every citizen of the twenty-first century America, she had seen her share of porn. There was one well-hung star she often thought about while pleasing herself with her stone phallus, but since mortal men apparently could never get her off, the size of a man's equipment had never been part of the equation. "If Rita could see me now ..." she thought as she approached the satrap's doorway. The potentate greeted her with a broad smile. He was naked save for a bit of silk around his loins. Gena swallowed hard and entered the room. She sat on the cushion next to him as indicated. Gena tried focussing on his handsome face instead of his plump, roundish body. He made a move to kiss her and she accepted his lips.

He chatted sweetly in a pleasing voice. Gena did not know the language, but she could read any man enough to know when he was praising and admiring her beauty. It was more than a little relieved that he did not try to immediately jump her bones. She spoke to him in generalities, phrases she used when flirting with a stranger. At length they fell silent. The satrap had a decanter on the floor by his elbow. He gestured to it and poured Gena a tiny glass. It was liquor with a substantial kick. After her first sputtering sip, the liquid flowed sweetly down her throat, warming her from inside. She had several more glasses, they gave everything a mellow edge.

He began to stroke her hair and Gena braced herself for what was to come next. The satrap began kissing her again gradually moving lower and lower. From her earlobes his lips next reached her pierced nipples, Gena marveled in their new and quite delightful sensitivity. The satrap was no nerdy freshman, he understood what women liked and delighted in making them happy. Gena found herself truly relaxing as his lips toured her ribcage, circled her shielded navel, and edged they way tantalizingly close to her secret place. When he reached her crotch, every one of Gena's past lovers faded like fog in the sunshine. "Is this what my girlfriends used to rave about?" She asked herself before concluding that "Yes it is." WIth the experience of years and rare patience, he set his lips and tongue to work on Gena's blonde thatched box. He found her clitoris and began working it like a pro. Gena could not believe the sensations she was feeling. That delectable sensation of orgasm began to creep up from her toes. When she was super, no mortal man had gotten her even this close without hours of arduous work. And then it was upon her. Gena gasped and screamed as her first mortal orgasm surged through her body. Now she knew, for the first time, why her girlfriends were so mirthful and fun after a night with a talented man. She exploded all over the satrap's face, who grinned with pride and lapped up Gena's juices.

While Gena lay there panting the satrap removed his brief article of clothing. His huge uncut rod leading his tubby stomach like the prow of a warship. Gena's mortal boyfriends had always praised her cock sucking abilities. Driven at first by her guilt over their failure to satisfy her through no fault of their own, Gena later relished her ability to give good head simply because it made her men so happy. Outside of a porno, she had never encountered a cock so long and girthy but there was a first time for everything. She grasped the shaft and cupped the balls, tentatively at first she began to lick and suck the massive tool. Gena was delighted to discover that satrap had coated his privates with an invisible substance that tasted just like chocolate. After she figured out how to best accommodate his penis the rest was like falling off a log. With her hands and mouth, Gena brought the satrap to a rousing climax. Always the dutiful girlfriend, Gena made sure to swallow every drop.

He pulled her into his arm and uttered what could only have been praises. Together they entwined and necked for a very long time. And then the satrap was erect again. Gena's fears had left her, now curiosity reigned about what he would feel like inside of her. Seizing the initiative, Gena slid out from under the supine satrap and encouraged him to lie on his back. With a smile of wonder, Gena began to impale herself on his pole. She worked all of him in slowly, marveling at how wondrously full she felt. When he was deep inside her, she began to gently rock. Gena discovered this novel sensation was every bit as enjoyable as the previous session of cunnilingus Pumping very slowly, Gena found that she was working both of them to orgasm Just after she came a second time, she felt his manhood ejaculate deep inside her and slowly begin to withdraw, like a snake from a cave. She fell into his arms and showered him with kisses.

In the morning, like a besotted honeymooning couple, they fed each other breakfast.

*****

Gena patted her protruding belly. It had been two full seasons since she had arrived in the palace. As Astounding Woman, since mortal men could not possibly get her pregnant (human sperm were not strong enough to pierce her ova) she had never used protection. The discovery that she was pregnant was at first terrifying than disconcerting, and now that she could feel the new life stirring inside her, joyous. Less endearing was the satraps desire to give her ten to fifteen more children. She WOULD have something to say about THAT! By now, she could, after a fashion, speak the language. The other women of the harem loved nothing better than to hear her relate stories of her adventures as Astounding Woman, it was the most amazing and fanciful story they had ever heard. There was not a great deal of jealousy in the harem, the satrap was careful to show equal favoritism, but the entire palace knew that Gena was his favorite.

All in all thought Gena, it was not a bad life. The satrap continued to be a remarkable and tender lover. He still made her come every time. Her main enemy now was boredom. She was prohibited from setting foot outside the palace, not even to go shopping. The satrap was sympathetic but stubborn, in an attempt to appease her, he brought vendors into the harem and just last week, there had been a visit from a circus. Gena thrilled to the tumblers, wire walker, and fire swallower. They reminded her of the street performers in Major City. More often lately she thought about Rex Rangles, "Perhaps, I could have changed him, ameliorated his megalomania, turned him into a decent human being." Even now she could be back in Major City, or Rome, or Barcelona, Milan, or ANY of earth's cities. "Perhaps, she said aloud, I could have even learned to like him." pushing the thought away, Gena slowly padded down the hallway to her room.