Message-ID: <16684eli$9810200535@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: gwalb25@my-dejanews.com Subject: Wonder woman's Gallant Knight conclusion Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <70glo2$nr6$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Wonder Woman's Gallant Knigh Conclusion Part 4 by GW Although just oozing with syrupy sentimentality, this story contains violence, M/F rape, F/F N/C and F/m erotic scenes. It is meant for and should only be read by mature adults. "Diana! Stop it!" Gerry cried. Her savage, bitter self-hatred was tearing him apart. He pulled the car over to the curb and stopped. The night was dark and the street deserted . He took her hand. "Diana it wasn't your fault. You were great! Everybody loses a fight sometime. I can't tell you how many times, I got beat up, sometimes by kids smaller than me, too. It ain't the end of the world; don't you never tell anyone that I told you that though, please. It's just between you and me.' Diana looked at Gerry sadly; his efforts just weren't enough to relieve the terrible weight of failure. She began to sob, brokenly. Gerry couldn't help himself; he put his arms around her, and held her. She put her face against his shoulder, and kept on sobbing. Without his jacket, he felt the wetness of her tears through his thin shirt. He patted her back clumsily. His body was rigid, as he did his best to control himself. He was holding Wonder Woman in his arms, but he mustn't do anything, that would make things worse for her. It was terrible to hear someone you really cared about, sob her heart out , and not know how to make her feel better. He just kept patting her back gently. "You saved my life back there when that bi...woman was going to shoot me, and you only got captured in the first place, because you were so worried about me." Gerry told her "Yes! I saved your life; I sneaked up on that Nazi Colonel from behind and hit her with a chair. I knew I couldn't face her in a fair fight, so I hit her from behind. That's a real brave superheroine for you." "Well, I was the one with the gun pointing at me, begging her not to shoot me." Gerry told her "It sure looked pretty great to me! You don't think she would have fought fair with you, d'ya?" "It doesn't matter what she would have done!" Diana answered still weeping. "I'm an Amazon, we fight fair." Gerry rolled his eyes helplessly. Then he had an idea. "Diana if your belt gives you super power, maybe it will help heal those things they did to you." He reached into the back seat and took out her Amazon Girdle from the paper sack Wonder Woman said, a little hope coming into her voice "Oh, you got it! Thank- you, Gerry! If I ever lost it, it would be terrible!" Gerry clasped the golden circlet around Diana's tiny waist, over the rain coat. As he snapped the simple clasp, he asked her. "How come you don't put some kind of lock, on this thing, so nobody could just grab it away like that, when you're not lookin'?" "I don't know." Diana answered. "I guess I never thought of dong that." "Aww I know why, Diana. Its because you're so what's that word you said once, naive. You're so sweet and nice, you think everybody is straight and fair like you. It'd just never enter your head that anyone would fight dirty like that." After a while, Diana lifted her head from Gerry's shoulder. "I'll be all right. You were right; putting on Hera's Girdle did help." She said, and then added. "And you helped a lot more. You better get going, now before a police car comes by and asks us what we're doing." Gerry gave her shoulder a hard squeeze, and turned back to the difficult task of driving the big car. It demanded all his concentration. When he stopped at another red-light though, he glanced over, and Diana was awkwardly wiping tears from her face and eyes, with her long hands. "Geez I wish I had a snot rag to offer her, at least." He thought. He tried to cheer her up with a clumsy attempt at a joke."Geez look at the gas gauge, its on full. How do Nazi's get all that gas with rationing?" Diana tried to smile a little, at Gerry's feeble joke. "I don't know." She murmured, but she still stared straight ahead, as though seeing some horror in her own mind. Gerry sighed with relief, when he finally got the car to Diana's apartment house. He reached over the seat and picked up the bag, with her things, jumped out, and ran around and opened the door for her. She was still staring dully into space. "We are here, Milady!" He said with a flourish. Diana didn't seem to hear him. He had to shake her arm. "C'mon Diana! You gotta get inside." Mechanically she got out of the car, and let Gerry lead her up to her apartment. Inside, Diana looked around, comforted by seeing her familiar things. "Oh I feel so dirty!" She said and shivered. "Is it all right if I take a bath?" She asked Gerry, as though she needed his permission. "Sure Diana!" Gerry answered. "Why don't you sit down, and rest a minute, and I'll run the water for you?" Diana obediently sat down and Gerry ran the bath water. He impulsively dumped in half the box of very cheap bath salts, he'd shyly bought Diana on Valentine's Day. When he was done he went back and got her. "Go on, Diana! You can throw that coat on the floor. I'll get rid of it later. I promise I won't look." He said solemnly, a little embarrassed even saying it. "I'll get a nightgown from your room, and put it inside the door. While Diana limped into the bathroom, Gerry ran to her room and got the night gown. He carefully put it inside the door without looking in, and pulled the door shut. He went to the kitchen and put on the tea kettle. "Diana likes tea." He thought. He made sandwiches, too. When he finished, he began to worry. He knocked on the bathroom door. "Are you O. K. Diana he asked "Y-yes!" Diana replied hesitantly. "The water must be getting cold; don't catch cold!" Gerry called. "O. K. I'll get out now." Diana replied apathetically. It seemed to Gerry, she needed directions or approval to do anything. It scared him. No one ever had to give either the decisive, dynamic Wonder Woman, or the superbly competent, self-assured, Lieutenant Prince orders. Few would dare. "I hope she's O. K." Gerry worried, sadly. "I've heard about women going crazy after something like that. Diana's so strong though, and she's really Wonder Woman, just about the toughest woman there is!" Diana finally came hesitantly into the hall, where Gerry was anxiously waiting. The powers of her Girdle had begun to heal her injuries. The bruises on her face were fading, and her right eye was scarcely discolored, though even the Girdle couldn't heal the sad, hurt look in her big, dark blue eyes. She'd reclasped her Girdle over her frumpy, ankle-length, flannel nightgown, emphasizing her breathtaking slimness. She'd loosely tied her long, midnight black hair back with a ribbon, and it fell softly to her shoulders. The hot bath had restored some rosy color to her deathly pale face. Too beautiful for Diana Prince, and too innocently vulnerable for Wonder Woman, she looked like a winsome young girl. Gerry gulped in wonder. Gerry led the hesitant Diana into the kitchen, and asked her to eat the sandwich and drink the hot, strong, sweet tea. She ate mechanically, but finished everything at Gerry's prompting. "You need sleep!" He told her, when she'd finished. Gerry took her hand, and led her to the bedroom. Diana hesitated, reluctant to go inside. She clung to his hand. "Would you stay with me?" She asked meekly. "Sure!" Gerry replied matter of factly, though the idea made him weak in the knees."I can use that easy chair next to the bed." "Don't turn the light out! Please!" Diana pleaded. "Naw, naw. 'Course not!" Gerry reassured her. He gently pushed her down on the bed, on top of the bedspread. There was a quilt folded on the foot of the bed. Gerry carefully covered her, using one hand, because Diana continued to clutch his right hand, as though for dear life. Diana's hands were long and slim, elegantly beautiful, but strong as steel cables. Her grip hurt like the dickens, but Gerry knew he couldn't ask her to let go. He stood beside the bed, half bent over, suffering in silence. At last Diana's eyes closed, and she breathed slower and deeper. Gerry tried to ease his hand loose, but Diana whimpered, and clutched tighter. "Aww Geez, this ain' t right!' Gerry thought. "But I can't stand here like this much longer." Reluctantly, Gerry lay down on the bed beside Diana. He clung to the edge, hanging a little over the side, staying as far as he could, from the beautiful sleeping woman clutching his hand. As Gerry relaxed, Diana seemed to feel it. She sighed as though reassured, and her grip relaxed a little. "Wow! Thank the lord!" Gerry breathed. "I was afraid she was gonna squeeze it t'mush." Gerry was as exhausted as Diana. It had been a long, horrifying night. He kept seeing Carl's face as he hit him. He was young and resilient, though In spite of his precarious position on the bed, he soon drifted off to sleep. His last thought was. "Wow, I'm in bed with Wonder Woman!" Gerry woke up with a start. Diana was lying against him, breathing hard. One leg was wrapped around his leg, and she was rubbing gently against him. "Diana?" The boy whispered softly. She opened her big, blue eyes. She looked around, getting her bearings. "Oh Dear Hera, what am I doing?" She cried. She sat up on the side of the bed, weeping softly. "Diana, are you O. K.?" Gerry asked in alarm. "What's the matter?" Diana looked up at him, a horrible guilt in her tragic eyes. "Oh Gerry! I'm so sorry! It's no excuse, but those terrible people did things to me. Awful things! The kind of things that can leave you....well, leave you so you can't control yourself, and they made me do things to them... you don't know.." "Yeah, I know!" Gerry said. "I been on the streets a coupla years. There been guys tried to do those things to me, too, but I always managed to get away. I was just luckier'n you, Diana!" "I was afraid for you, alone out there. That's why I asked you to stay here, where you'd be safe, where I thought you'd be safe. Now, don't you see? I tried to do those kinds of things to you, myself. I'm no better than they are!" "Geez Diana, if you did them to me, it would be O. K. Better than O. K. It'd only be wrong, if someone didn't want you to do them." Gerry said with a grin. He could see he wasn't making any impression on her, though and added. "Anyways you was asleep and didn't know what you was doin'. That could happen to anyone." Diana looked Gerry in the eyes and tried to explain. "It shouldn't happen to me! I was sent here to prevent things like that. I'm a grown woman and you're still a boy. You've become very special, and you're the last person in the world I'd ever want to hurt!" "Diana I'm old enough to know what I want, and what's good for me, and I know you could never do nothin' bad to me!" Gerry patted her shyly on the shoulder, and saw tears in her eyes again, and heard a little half sob. He put her arms around her. "Please Diana! I can't stand watchin' you cry; 'specially if I'm the cause. It just makes me all sick inside." As Diana softly wept, Gerry felt her big breasts thrust against his chest At his age, desire can be swift and powerful as a hurricane, yet Gerry had never felt such a tumultuous hunger and longing in his life before. He croaked desperately. "Diana anything you want t'do with me, I want even more, a lot more!" Diana heard the desperate need in the boy's voice. "Dear Hera what have I done?" She prayed, torn by agonizing indecision. She raised her head from his shoulder, and looked up at him, uncertainly. "I-I... " Her lower lip trembled, as she tried to speak. Gerry couldn't resist, any longer; he kissed Wonder Woman on the mouth. Her lips stiffened at first touch, but then softened and opened just a little. Gerry shyly touched his tongue against her upper lip, and Diana's tongue darted at his, stabbing from a dozen angles. Gerry never felt anything so exciting. It made him light headed. Diana pulled her mouth away. She looked away from Gerry, ashamed by her desire and need for the boy, and worse, by her surrender to her desire. Gerry felt her torment, but his own desire and need overwhelmed him. In a hushed whisper, he implored her. "Diana, can I... can I touch your breast?" The Amazon Princess gulped, her tender heart torn by his plaintive need. Then hardly knowing what she was saying, she whispered. "Yes, yes, oh yes, please!" Gerry slid his hand inside her nightgown, and gently cupped Diana's right breast. His hand wasn't small, but it couldn't contain its full bounty. He closed his eyes, somehow seeing its beauty with his hand. Diana's head drooped backward, her ripe mouth half open in ecstacy. Then she came to a swift decision. "Here, let me take this nightgown off!" She whispered huskily, as she unclasped her Girdle and swiftly pulled the gown over her head. Gerry gaped open mouthed at the splendor of her girlishly, high-set bosom. He shyly touched her nipple, and Diana moaned; and Gerry felt the soft flesh stiffen in an eager spike. Gerry looked up at Diana's face in near adoration. "Diana, they're so beautiful! Could I kiss one?" He whispered reverently. "O. K.!" Diana gulped. Gerry's head dropped, and his mouth touched the eager, pink spike. Ever so gently, he closed his lips on the delicate bud. He teased it with the tip of his tongue, the way he'd felt Diana tease his tongue with hers. Her nipple grew even more tensely erect against his tongue. Diana moaned. "Ohh Gerry, that's so nice!" She gently kissed the top of his head, but she couldn't stand it anymore, his tongue was driving her mad. She took his face in both hands and raised it, then she kissed his forehead. Her lips burned, his flesh. Diana slid the top of his pajama's over his head. Her head darted down, and she kissed his nipple, small and hard. "Oh Geez, Diana I didn't know guys could feel like that, from having their chest touched." Gerry gasped, and Diana smiled knowingly. "Would you mind taking the bottoms off too?" Diana asked shyly. Gerry blushed and answered with equal shyness. "No, I'd like to if you want me to, Diana." He stood by the side of the bed, a second and dropped his pajama bottoms to the floor. Diana glanced at his body, before he half turned away. "Why he's a man there!" She thought. "Merciful Minerva, his is bigger than that Nazi animal that hurt me so! Oh well, if Gerry hurts me a little, I don't mind. Its different if you really want to do it with someone. Diana touched the boys hard, slim buttocks, her hands eager to explore his body. Gerry hopped back in bed, and gently pushed Diana down on the bed. He couldn't keep his eyes off her fabulously beautiful body, now that she'd said it was all right. It was a body to be worshipped, he realized. He bent over her and kissed the side of her breast, where it joined her sensitive underarm. Diana shivered. He trailed his lips down her flat, rippling stomach. He stuck his tongue in her deep-set naval. She drew in her breath, sharply, sucking in her trembling abdomen. He stopped there and looked up at her. Diana looked up and saw his questioning hesitation. "You can go on!" She giggled. "If that's what you want. If you like, I'll kiss you down there too." Gerry's heart hammered in excitement, at that thought, yet he was still entranced by her beauty. In her Wonder Woman uniform, Diana's white thighs were so strong and muscular. Now they looked softer, fuller and utterly delicious. He kissed the middle of her right thigh, and then a spot further up her leg. He kept going until he reached the crease between thigh and body. Gerry gulped. He"d never seen a woman naked there before. He looked away. Diana giggled. "You can look, Gerry! I like to look at you there." Gerry looked avidly at Diana's fleecy mound, and the firm lipped, slitted opening in its center; it was as pretty as her mouth. He leaned down and kissed it. Diana shivered, again. "Oohh Gerry!" She sighed huskily. Gerry inhaled the heady aroma of the bath salts and a deeper, fainter musky scent, even more intoxicating. Diana reached down, and with her finger, showed him her clitoris. "That's where a woman is most sensitive." She whispered. Gerry touched it with his tongue, treating it as he had her nipple. Diana trembled violently and moaned. She patted his head. "You learn quickly!" She whispered appreciatively. After awhile, Diana moaned "Oohh, that's wonderful, my Darling, but that's enough for just now." She could see Gerry's penis was huge and hard. As though in a dream, Gerry felt Diana 's soft fingers touch it lightly, then guide him gently into her body. Diana tensed, just a little, unable to forget the terrible pain, when Hans rammed his oversized tool into her. Gerry was even larger, but this time she was ready and eager, and he slid in with delightful ease. "Ooooh that's nice!" Diana moaned ecstatically. Gerry felt his dick held tight, as though in a perfectly fitted glove, that gripped and relaxed, as he shoved vigorously in and out of Diana's body. Diana whispered. "Slow down, just a little, so you don't come before I do!" "Do girl's come, too?" Gerry stammered. "I'd always heard...." "Well you heard wrong, silly! They come, if the boy gives them time, and doesn't do it without her." Diana whispered. "Awww Geez, Diana, you're always teaching me something new about girls." Gerry said sheepishly. "Mainly, that in a lot of ways, girls aren't all that different than boys." Diana said still giggling. Gerry slowed down, doing his best to control his enthusiasm. Finally, Diana whispered. "O. K. Now, together!" Gerry drove into her body, as far as he could . She was shuddering, all over, her powerful Amazon arms so tight around him, he felt like she'd break bones. On the third stroke, he felt it running through the length of his dick, exploding through the tip. spurting into Diana. Her internal grip on his dick tightened at the same time, as though tugging on him, pulling him deeper inside her." She moaned loudly, deep inside her body. He kept moving, slowly, not so deep now. Her internal tugging slowed as well and became gentler; coaxing after shocks from him, each a little less violent than the one before. Diana's moans each time, told him, she was feeling them too. Finally, when they had drained the last drop of the incredible pleasure, Gerry drew out from Diana and rolled over beside her, nude bodies just touching, arms around each others necks. Like childish chums. Gerry's fingers lightly stroked her breast. Diana giggled a little. "That tickles! She said. "Well, your hair is tickling my neck, too!" "Really!" She giggled, and whipped her head back and forth, until Gerry was giggling too. He hadn't seen Diana so light-hearted since the day she took him horseback riding. He hoped her gaiety meant she was recovering. "Diana?"Gerry asked hesitantly."You told me once, you sometimes, y'know, did it alone. Well, when I did that, I always had to think of something that made me, sort of excited first. Did you think of something like that, too?" "Well, sometimes I'd think that I was a brave knight." Diana started. "Like that Lady Bradamant, you told me about?" Gerry interrupted. "Yes, like Bradamant!" Diana went on. "Well, after we'd gone through some terrible ordeal; I'd saved my boy knight from a terrible danger. He'd be wounded, only not badly wounded, just a little wounded. I'd be nursing him back to health, and...." Diana hesitated then, overcome by sudden shyness at revealing her next thought. Gerry eagerly replied. "Gee that's kinda like mine; only I'd just saved this beautiful Princess, and she'd fainted and was lying under a tree, and I woke her up, and she fell in love with me, and started to take off her clothes, not to pay me back f'r savin' her, or anything like that, but just because she loved me." Diana glanced at Gerry's body and she saw the bruises he'd gotten falling off the car and being knocked around by the Nazi's. "Oh, and his body's so beautiful too, and he did it for me. He's so sweet!" Diana thought, as she noticed his penis was standing eagerly erect again. She whispered. "I wonder if your Princess did the same thing I wanted to do for my knight?" "I dunno?" Gerry asked "What was it?" "Well, maybe I can show you, better." Diana answered with another giggle, and sat up. She slid around until she was kneeling between Gerry's thighs. She looked down at him, thinking. "Oh its so beautiful, straight and strong like a sword!" She bent closer, her long raven hair falling across his upper thighs and groin. "Oh you're tickling me again!" Gerry moaned, but he was too moved for laughter. Suddenly, Diana stopped. She shuddered as though in pain. Her bright eyes clouded over. The brutal memory of her humiliating surrender to the Nazi bullies rushed over her. She shuddered again, reliving the horror. "Are you O. K. Diana?" Gerry asked suddenly scared for her again. "Ohh yes! I'm fine!" She answered, but their was a quaver in her voice. "I just stopped to admire the scenery." She gulped with a nervous, little laugh. "If I let them steal my dream phantasy, then they have beaten me!" She thought bravely. She knelt a little closer, and pressed her pink lips shyly around the tip of Gerry's penis. She heard his moan of pleasure. She slid her mouth down until the tip was in her throat. She was sorry she couldn't taste it all the way down the shaft. She began to suck eagerly, the way the brutal Nazi's taught her, with their kicks and punches. With sudden elation, she knew that using the skill they brutally forced on her, to freely, lovingly give pleasure to Gerry, meant she had beaten them. Jubilant in her victory, she joyously sucked with her whole being. As Gerry approached a climax, though, he somehow felt something missing. "Diana!" He choked. He could barely talk, he was so excited. "That's the nicest, most exciting thing I ever felt. Its terrific, but can we finish a different way. It's even better when we do it together, like before." Diana lifted her head slowly, her beautiful face pink from her joyful chore. She brushed a wing of raven hair from one eye, and grinned wickedly at him. "O. K., but how about trying it a little differently this time?" Gerry managed to gurgle. "Anything for my brave knight Bradamant who saved my life, with her chair. Her every whim is my command! What do you want me to do?" "Oh Gerry, that's beautiful!" Diana answered, with a lump in her throat. "You just lie there and I'll show you!" She knelt erect and straddled his slim, narrow hips. She paused, to brush her hair from her eyes again. Then she guided herself down onto Gerry's penis, the weight of her strong body, forcing it deep inside her. She moaned at that first long, delicious stroke. Her fabulous body rode up and down with rhythmic, indolent, grace. As Gerry arched his hips thrusting to meet Diana's downward strokes, he looked up at her, and gasped in near adoration. She was erect as a lance; her fruited, high-set breasts, rising and falling gently in unison with her motion. Her flat belly rippled as she moved, and her long, raven hair whirled about her face and head, like a victory banner. "Wow!" Gerry thought. "She's like one of those Valkyries, she told me about, riding through the sky on a storm." It came as a climax to a storm, when they both came together. Diana collapsed across Gerry's chest, her amazonian strength deliciously spent. Gerry was still inside her, as though part of her. She kissed him softly on the lips, and he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. For a few months, their courtly idyl survived, until as all idyls must, it became lyrical remembrance. It was Gerry's birthday, and Diana amazingly left work a little early, to bake a surprise birthday cake. She'd saved ration coupons for weeks for the ingredients. She changed her frumpy uniform, into a light-blue, velvet dress, she'd brought from her home, because she thought it was beautiful. She'd never worn it here, of course. It hugged the supple curves of her athletic body, and it was cut low enough to reveal more than a hint of her incredible bosom. She let her hair down and tied it in a blue ribbon. She had on plain high heels, and nylons, that she prayed wouldn't get a run, because she didn't know when she'd ever get another pair. As Gerry came in, Diana laid aside her glasses. Gerry gasped. Diana didn't look any older than he did; a sixteen year old girl trying to look chic and sophisticated, instead looking beautiful as a summer afternoon. Gerry just gaped at her, unable to do anything but stare. It seemed every time he saw her, she was more beautiful. Diana hugged him and whispered her congratulations; for the sixteenth birthday is especially important to Amazons. Gerry hesitated a moment, and then gritting his teeth said. "Diana I have something to tell you, only I'm afraid you won't think it's as nice as your surprise. I lied about my age and enlisted in the Marines today!" "Oh Gerry, you're so young!" Diana whispered, but she knew he was a man. Her quick mind thought of many stratagems to prevent his going, but her heart told her she could never cage someone she loved. She knew how he must feel when Wonder Woman left him to worry alone in the apartment at night. "I put you down as my next of kin." Gerry said. "Is that O. K.? You're dearer to me than anyone could ever be!" "Your lady is honored, by her Gallant Knight's favor!" Diana breathed softly, with brave resignation. Next morning, Diana drove Gerry to the train station. She was in Naval uniform again, and Gerry could only imagine the incredible beauty hidden by the bulky wool. They'd made love half the night, bittersweet, yet with wild pagan abandon. Now, in public they kissed each other chastely on the cheek, as brother and sister, but Diana clung to Gerry desperately. He felt her body trembling uncontrollably. Through his thin, summer shirt, he felt her tears wet on his shoulder, as he had once before. He couldn't forget the nights she woke up with a cry, and he'd hug her and feel her nightgown drenched with cold perspiration. Sometimes they'd make love, or he'd just hold her, until she sighed and went back to sleep. He knew too well her recurring nightmare. He could never forget that lost, little girl he drove home from the Nazi spynest. "Are you going to be all right, alone?" He asked fearfully. "I don't know what I'll do, with you gone!" Diana wept brokenly. "You're going to be fine!" Gerry said sternly, and then whispered in her ear. "You're Wonder Woman, my Gallant Knight Bradamant!" Gerry whispered the words with such fierce pride, that he sent a thrill of pride through Diana's spine. She gulped back her tears. She raised her glasses, and ruined a dainty, little handkerchief wiping them away. "I'll be all right because my Gallant Knight will always be in my heart!" Diana answered, with just as fierce a pride. It was Spring, 1945. Everybody knew the War would be over soon; it was in the air. The cherry blossoms bloomed in Washington. The world was alive with beauty, when the yellow telegram came. The dagger in her heart told Diana even before she opened it "...regrets to inform.." Wonder Woman fell across the worn couch, where Gerry once slept, and wept for her Gallant Knight. The End -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----