Christina Carter as Wonder Woman | illustrated bondage stories

A few days later, the mighty Amazon crimefighter was tipped off that a terrorist cell was operating in an apartment in the city. Going to investigate, she entered the dark apartment only to be blinded by a brilliant flash of light. She was only incapacitated for an instant--- but that was all the goons waiting for her needed to pin her arms behind her and remove her Power Belt and Bracelets. Wonder Woman had fallen into a trap, and was as helpless as any mortal woman!

Vollin's men bound her hand and foot, gagged the desparately struggling heroine, and tied her feet to a heavy round bolt that had been screwed into the floor. They set up tv cameras to cover her struggles from different angles, and the curvaceous beauty obliged them by writhing furiously against the ropes that encircled her. Then Vollin stepped into the room to explain the trap she was caught in.

"Look up at the ceiling" he sneered at his captive, and Wonder Woman gasped thru her gag at the horror Vollin had prepared. Heavy boards studded with razor sharp spikes had been suspended above the area of the floor where she was trapped. A thick rope passed thru an eyebolt in the ceiling, then down to a column. Under the spot where it was tied off was a coffee table with a tiki torch just under the rope. The struggling heroine could see where this was going...

Left alone by the gang, Wonder Woman strained frantically at the ropes that held her tight. But without her belt and bracelets, she had no more strength than a normal woman, and there was no way she could break free. Sweat began to bead on her shapely torso as she strained to find some slack, some room to get her hands free. Glancing at the torch flame licking at the rope that held the deadly spikes above her, she noticed wisps of smoke... once the fire caught, she'd be doomed!

Maybe the eyebolt that her ankles were chained to could be loosened? The curvaceous crime fighter tugged and pulled with her slim, strong legs but it was hopeless. She "mmmpppfff'd" in frustration, her chest heaving, as she stared at the shiny points suspended above her. That torch was doing its job...

Wait! The torch could be the answer! It was a desparate plan but Wonder Woman was running out of options. She rolled across the carpet to the table and began nudging it with her head. Soon the table was rocking... the torch bumped close to the edge of the table.. then success, she was able to knock the flaming stick to the floor! Working frantically to carry out her plan before the flame set the rug on fire, she rolled to where the torch could char the ropes on her ankles, trusting that her boots would protect her.

It was working, she could see the ankle ropes begin to char, when a sudden flash caught her eye. The rope supporting the spikes, which had been smouldering, now burst into flame! Wonder Woman's eyes widened as she could hear it creak with the strain of holding up the heavy deathtrap as strand by strand burnt away! She had to move fast... desparately she writhed and kicked until the torch did her bidding and her ankle ropes parted. With only 2 strands of the support rope still keeping deadly steel spikes above her, she struggled to get out from under the diabolical contraption. And even as she made it, Wonder Woman realized that Vollin and his crew had been watching on the monitors and might re-appear any minute-- and the ropes that surrounded her upper body were still intact...