Peering down from the edge of the cliff, Marcus Apted watched six Amazon warriors bathing under a water falls. The women, all in their twenties, laughed and splashed and soaped each other. Apted's favorite was a brown haired girl with flawless shoulders and breasts. She resembled Paula Villon, his partner in crime and love.
Apted and Paula had secretly arrived hours earlier on Paradise Island, hired by The Sisterhood of Evil to steal two pounds of Feminum, the metal used in the manufacture of impregnable armor.
For an unguarded moment, Apted visualized Paula and the brown haired girl pleasuring each other. Then he caught a hard to identify scent. A stream of light pink smoke impacted his face
Apted was lightheaded and horny and then very happy and finally sprawled on the ground, smiling. Out cold.
"Marcus Apted at last I meet you!" A statuesque, blonde Amazon stood over Apted, a small, cell phone like device in her hand, still leaking smoke. "This means Paula Villon is somewhere on the island." She turned to the four woman who were with her.
"Europa, Semele, take this....thief to the confinement area!"
Both women carried off the unconscious intruder.
"Thetis, Andromeda, come with me to the Feminum storage building!"
The lessons on lock picking Apted gave Paula were wasted. Just as the Amazons arrived, Paula was assaulting the lock to the storage facility with a sledgehammer and multiple profanities. Thetis stepped forward, about to black jack Paula, when Atalanta motioned her to wait. Instead, the Amazon commander walked behind Paula and tapped her shoulder.
"Marcus!?" blurted Paula, turning to see Atalanta glaring at her. "Ah!....shit!...who are you...?"
"Ms. Paula Villon, I presume?"
"Yeah...ah.. .No!....I'm ...ah..."
"Unconscious." Atalanta stated.
Before Paula could finish saying "Huh?"...
POW!!
The sharp upper cut staggered the thief. Paula stumbled from foot to foot, grinning rapturously. "Marcus...honey...I need some..."
Atalanta caught her prisoner as she pitched forward like a felled oak. She shifted Paula in the direction of the guards. "Take our sister to join her mate! I have to report to Queen Diana!"
Wonder Woman, now Queen Diana since her mother's retirement, immediately recognized Apted when the master criminal and Paula were escorted into The Great Hall by Atalanta. The entire population of Paradise Island was assembled for Diana's judgement.
"My Sisters, we are gathered today to hear my judgement on the pair of intruders who sought to steal our precious Feminum!" Diana announced from the throne. "Atalanta, please identify the accused."
"Your Majesty, this male," Atalanta firmly squeezed Apted's ass, before slapping it, sending him forward. Many of the Amazons laughed at his shocked reaction. "....is Marcus Apted and his companion, Paula Villoon!"
"It's 'Vil-on'!" corrected Paula, crossly. Atalanta smacked the back of Paula's head, propelling her forward to the Amazon queen.
"And they are changed with trespassing and attempted theft of Feminum. What is your judgement, your majesty?"
"I know well the reputation of Marcus Apted, a criminal I defeated and humiliated during my time in the Cities of Men! But that one of our sisters, Paula Villon, should have succumbed to the pernicious influence of Mr. Apted is a tragedy!"
"Tragedy? I'm the best thing that ever happened to this girl!" Apted objected.
"It saddens me to hear that!" Queen Diana stated. "I declare them both guilty and sentence them to be administered the memory erasing drug that has protected our home for centuries!" Diana turned to her fellow Amazons. "I ask you now my sisters, who agrees with my sentence?"
In one sweeping motion, the assembly rose and shouted,"We agree!"
"Any objections?"
Only Atalanta rose. "I do, your Highness! I claim this male as my mate and the father of my children!"
"Bitch!" sneered Paula.
"I see." Wonder Woman continued. "Among many of our sisters, too many in fact, Apted has the reputation for being a very....pleasing...lover. You wish to have this one as the parent of future Warriors?"
"Under my guidance, Marcus Apted will learn virtue from a real woman!"
"That little...!" Paula began
"Are there any objections to this claim?" Queen Diana asked aloud.
"Damn right there are!" shouted Paula.
Right on schedule, Queen Diana thought. "Do you also claim this male?"
"I do! He is my man!"
"No, Marcus is my property now!" Atalanta insisted.
"Silence!" Queen Diana shouted. "Your conflicting claims will be settled in woman to woman combat here in The Great Hall. A boxing match will decide which woman owns Marcus Apted!"
In boxing gear, Atalanta looked taller, sexier, and....stronger. Standing behind Paula, massaging her bare shoulders, Apted was scared for his lover.
"Keep moving, Paula, she's bigger and stronger than you, so let her get tired. This is a waiting game."
"Yeah," Paula enthused. "I am going to hurt this bitch!"
Apted was painfully aware that Paula's patience had the duration of a lightening bolt. Pleasant dreams, my love, he thought as the bell called the women to battle.
Clearly Atalanta saw her rival as an insect to be crushed. Many punches flew at Paula, but few connected. A ripple of relief passed through Apted at the sight of his lover actually following advice.
Paula does love me, he decided and felt better.
Paula struck Atalanta when the opportunity was present, and then retreated. But no escape was perfect. Atalanta patiently corralled Paula into the ropes with driving single punches and combos. The former dancer's body absorbed the punishment, every headshot spun reality for a few seconds.
"Your man is now mine!" Atalanta sneered, working Paula's belly. "After his first night with me, he won't remember how to spell your name!"
"Puta!" Paula recalled an insult from her girlhood.
"Such language requires punishment!"
Punches exploded all over the smaller woman, pain echoing through her body. Seeing his beloved taking a beating, Apted yelled at the referee to stop the fight.
The bell clanged.
Atalanta planted a savage right hook on Paula's jaw. Cheering halted. Everyone watched Paula, eyes already closed, limbs dangling, tumble downward. Atalanta callously stepped aside, letting Paula smack the canvas hard.
"She's stone cold out," the referee said to Apted when they reached the supine Paula. Carefully Paula was placed on a gurney and rolled to the examination room.
A two hour break was declared to give both fighters a chance to recuperate. When Paula regained consciousness, she ignored Apted's pleas not to fight again. He reasoned that Atalanta was going to finish what she started and demolish Paula.
"I'm done arguing Marcus," Paula affirmed and crossed her arms. The signal that Apted knew well: discussion was over.
"Fine, get some rest," Marcus said, kissing his beloved. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Where are you going?" Paula asked, sitting up on the bed.
"To talk to Diana."
Entering Atalanta 's dressing room, Apted saw two attendants weaving their mistress's boxer braids. Giving Apted an inviting smile, Atalanta said, "I hear they gave your Miss Punching Bag a two hour rest!"
She waved for Apted to approach, while thanking the two women and dismissing them. "Come to beg for mercy on your Paula?"
"No," answered Apted, smoothly. "It's obvious you're going to win. I thought I'd get to know my new mistress."
"I like a practical man, Marcus Apted,"
During visits to The Cities of Men to fight crime with Justice Force, Atalanta fell in love with dick without very much loving the men attached. But Apted brought her to multiple, eye rolling orgasms. Each time her love for him went deeper and deeper.
"I'm going to knock that Paula of yours out for the fucking count!"
Atalanta was feeling a drowsy satisfaction.
"Can't wait!" Apted replied, hurriedly pulling on his pants.
"She's hyped to punch you out, so use that to your advantage," Apted said.
As she listened to her lover's final advice, Paula watched her opponent with perplexity. Atalanta was grinning, but not like a predator poised to kill its prey, but like a woman who just enjoyed her favorite desert.
"Where have you been for the last hour and a half?" demanded Paula.
"Talking to Queen Diana like I said." Apted answered quickly.
The bell clanged for round one.
Paula noticed Atalanta's reactions were seconds late, the punches she threw never landed on Paula exactly where they were aimed. Moving her compact body, Paula attacked the Amazon's. Atalanta retaliated, but she still felt the wonderful weakness from getting laid in her muscles.
When Atalanta caught Apted's eye, he gave her the same smile he flashed as he mounted her the first time.
BAP!!
A solid right hammered Atalanta's chin, switching off the memory tape of sex with Apted.
That bastard!, she thought, falling into a warm sleep.
The referee counted as slowly as possible over the bested Amazon, hoping she would come around. Instead, Atalanta slumbered, dreaming of Apted and the other men she'd known in The Cities of Men.
