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Kendall and Veronica Go To Kinks Castle	By : Deadman Category: S through Z > Veronica Mars Views: 3051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Veronica Mars nor the characters from it I do not make any money from the writing of this story

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Author's Note: This particular chapter was inspired by a fanfic that I read many years ago. It's only available in archived copies of websites that no longer exist. As you can imagine when you read this, it involves a certain character in the scenario. I don't want to spoil what it is, but I'll put some details towards the end of story.

Chapter 4 is the one where there's an alternate ending and I think I know how I will do it. I will probably post the alternate ending from the point where it diverges as “Chapter 5”. Feel free to let me know which version you prefer and whether you'd like to see a new story based on the alternate ending.
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Kendall’s POV

Gotta love television these days...

Pressing the button every couple of seconds, I keep channel surfing.

So many channels, so few shows worth watching, it’s inspiring. At least the TV execs are aware enough to make channels with good shows on them. Older shows, when TV used to be actually good. The shows I used to love when I was younger. My favorite show isn’t on any of those channels right now though. So instead I have to spend my time flipping through the channels looking for something halfway decent to watch. The only problem being that it’s all crap.

Suddenly, my phone vibrates on the coffee table in front of me.

Hmm, someone sent me a text message.
I take my legs off the coffee table so I can lean over and pick up my phone. It vibrates for a few seconds in my hand before I press the open message button. The message opens and all that’s there is ‘She’s here’.

The bitch is trying to be annoying. I’ll have to do something about that. Good thing I have friends in high places who can alert me when she’s snooping around.

Hitting the reply button, I type in the message ‘Let her go’ and send it. Once I’m sure the message was sent, I sit back and wait for some kind of response.

She’s being a very bad girl. There’ll have to be a punishment for that.

My phone vibrates again and I open the message. All it says is ‘She’s gone’.

That’s my cue.

Searching through my call list, her number comes up and I call it. I put the phone to my ear and listen to the ringing. About four rings later, she picks up.

“Hello?”

“You’ve been a very bad girl Veronica Mars.”

The sound of my voice makes her stop breathing for a few short moments and the only sound that can be heard is background noise from her phone.

“Did I tell you to go visit the Fitzpatrick’s?”

There’s no response from her.

“If I hadn’t asked them not to, you’d be dead right now and heading for an incinerator. What do you have to say for yourself, iPod girl?”

She takes a second to answer.

“What was I supposed to do? You have me at your beck and call, doing everything and anything you want. Did you really expect me to just lie there and take it?”

There’s a hint of reserved anger in her voice. She knows I’ve got her, no matter what plan she might have.

“No, I expected you to fight back. That’s why I made sure they didn’t kill you for violating their territory, something you seem to like to do whenever you can. There’ll have to be a punishment for that.

Again it takes her a minute to answer.

She’s got the right body, a decent enough look. All I need to do is get her the right outfit and it could work.

“What kind of punishment?”

“You’re not allowed to ask. But since you did, you’re coming to see me. I’m giving you 45 minutes to get here, and I want you to be wearing something very special.”

“And that is?”

A smile comes on my face.
* * *

This time she’s going to get it.

The feel of the leather on my legs as I pull on my knee-high boots makes me feel good. Zipping them up slowly, I run my hands over the leather.

There’s going to be no holding back this time. She’ll be getting everything I can throw at her. And I know that some part of her is going to love it. My little bitch has a thing for submitting to me. She keeps saying she hates it, but after the way she fucked herself with that dildo to get off in front of me, she can’t hide how she gets off on it.

After securing both boots, I stand on the heels, holding up my black leather domme corset. With my hand holding the leather to my skin, I reach behind me and slowly pull the zipper up. Once my corset is tight and secure against me, I look at myself in the mirror.

I love the way I look in this outfit. It just fits me so perfectly, the way it hugs all my curves, and the way it makes me feel. The way the half cup tops off my tits. Knowing that when I put it on I know I’m going to get some. And it doesn’t hurt that when she gets here she’s going to act out one of my favorite fantasies. I’ve been taking it easy on her so far, but this time I’m going to pull out all the stops. The cunt is gonna wish she’d never met me, let alone break into my house. All she has to do is actually get here.

There’s a knock at my bedroom door.

Hmm, that must be her. I guess its show time.

Pulling my hair back into a ponytail and tying it off, I walk to my closet and look over my accessories.

What to start with? I could start with the paddle again and work my way up to some of the more interesting things. But I want to make an impression that says I’m not messing around anymore. Not to mention, she disobeyed me by trying to get the recording back. That’s not something I can let her get away with.

I pick up the club off the wall and make my way out of my walk-in closet. Another soft knock comes from my door and I know I’ll have to give her a few extra whacks for that. When I get to my door, I open it to see her standing there in a long brown trench coat. It covers everything down to mid thigh.

Her legs are bare, and a smile comes over my face as I see two very promising things. She’s wearing red knee-high boots with six inch heels, along with the brunette wig she’s wearing as I instructed her. Her arms are wrapped around her stomach protectively and her eyes drop in shame at the second they meet mine.

Well now, that’s a good sign. She’s not looking me in the eye because she’s ashamed. That’ll make things much better.

“Hello Veronica...”

The little bitch doesn’t respond. So I use the tip of the club to raise her eyes to look at mine.

“It’s good to see you again.”

She tilts her head to break eye contact and looks down again.

“Are you glad to see me?”

“No... Mistress...”

She’s remembering the rules. That’s good. Now all I have to do is get her to give me the answer I want to hear.

“Well, you’ll be changing that tune after today. I assume you’ve completed the outfit?”

Without a word, she takes her arms away from her stomach and begins to undo the trench coat. It opens a little when the coat straps come undone and then she opens the coat to reveal a strapless corset, pretty close to what I’m wearing but with the right coloring. It’s painted like an American flag.

Mmm, just like I told her to. She looks exactly like Wonder Girl. I’ve never had someone with the size and body to pull off this little fantasy of mine.

My lecherous look makes her wrap the trench coat around her body.

“Very good Veronica... come in and take off your coat.”

I give the plucky detective the room to enter my bedroom, and she does. The second the door slams behind her, she reluctantly and very slowly starts to take off the coat. It’s not quite fast enough for me though as I walk up behind her.

“Take the coat off Veronica.”

To her surprise, I grab the collar of her coat which was down to her shoulder blades and I pull it down further.

She’s got nice shoulders, very slender and smooth.

Even with my order, Veronica continues to go slowly in taking her coat off. That just won’t do, so I grip my club and bring it down hard on the right side of her ass. She jumps to the left and quickly lets her coat drop to the floor, revealing the total outfit to me, from the back anyway.

“Face me Veronica, or I’ll spank you again.”

She does as I ordered, facing me but keeping her eyes lowered in shame.

Mmm, she looks just perfect. All I want to do is bend her over the bed and fuck her senseless. But I made her put this on for a reason. I want her to feel like my bitch, because that’s what she is. The best way to do that is to play out the fantasy.

Walking up to her, I admire the outfit. The sight of her makes me reach up and run my hand up her side, ending by cupping her right tit over the half cup of her costume.

“Very nice Veronica.”

My other hand comes up to her chin and lifts it to force her to look at me. The look on her face tells me she’s hoping to take her eyes off me as soon as possible. That makes me smile.

She’s doing well.

“You’re becoming quite a good little bitch, you know that?”

That makes her tear her eyes away from mine in a hurry.

I think I’ll let that one go. What’s coming next will definitely be enough punishment for that little transgression.

“Now, listen very carefully Veronica. You’re about to go to fantasy camp.”

She stays silent and in her position, head lowered.

“Part of doing what I say involves not only being at my beck and call 24 hours a day, but also indulging me in every thought and fantasy I ever have.”

I start to pace in front of her in my black leather domme outfit.

“Which is what you’re doing here today, wearing that.”

Using my club, I point to her outfit and poke her in her star spangled stomach.

“You see, I’ve always had a thing for Wonder Woman. Ever since I used to watch her on TV back when I was a kid. Of course I didn’t realize just how much of a thing I had for her until a few years ago, but that’s not really important. The important thing is that I’m a fan of hers... and of Wonder Girl in particular. She was always so cute and perky. It just really made me want to bend her over my knee and spank her until she was red all over.”

I stop in front of her and use my club to lift her head again.

“Much like my fondness for you sweetheart.”

The smile on my face turns into a grin from the way she grimaces at the train of thought my speech brings out of her.

“I’m sure with that keen mind of yours, you can figure out where this is going.”

“You want me to play the part of Wonder Girl in your sick fantasy.”

When I hear the words ‘sick fantasy’ leave her lips, I pull the club back just enough to slap her lightly across the cheek.

“Very good Veronica, though I may have to give you a few extra whacks for using the word ‘sick’. That’s not as good.”

I think it’s time to get started.

“Now for the purposes of this fantasy, I’m going to refer to you as Wonder Girl, is that understood?”

She nods her head, which earns her a smack in the arm just below her shoulder with the club.

“I said is that understood?”

“Yes... Mistress.”

Hmm, no snappy comeback. She’s making progress.

“Good, and also for the purposes of this fantasy, you can also refer to me as The Countess. Understood?”

“Yes... Countess.”

“Very good. Now... get on your hands and knees Wonder Girl, it’s time we got started.”

She shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot but doesn’t immediately get down.

“I said on your knees bitch. Now!”

This makes her drop to her hands and knees in front of me like a falling brick.

“That’s a good little Wonder slut. You’re going to learn not to interfere in my plans for you whether you like it or not.”

Slowly, I walk around from in front of her until I’m facing her left side and getting a full view of her on her knees in that outfit.

So very fuckable. But it’s punishment first, my pleasure later. Or both depending on how you look at it.

My eyes drift over her body to the open closet in front of us.

“As I’m sure you can see from what I like to call the bitch position, my closet opens up into another room at the end. Am I right?”

The little bitch takes a second to answer.

“Yes... Countess.”

“Good, I want you to crawl on your hands and knees through my closet until you get into that room. Is that understood?”

“Yes... Countess.”

She’s being such a good little bitch. And smart too, she hasn’t forgotten to call me Countess at all yet.

“All right then...”

With my arm drawn back, I bring the club down as hard as I can on her firm ass, semi-exposed from the costume.

“Ya Vole!”

She yells out in pain and jumps as much as she can on her knees the way she is. Her eyes meet mine defiantly for a second before she starts crawling as best she can toward my closet. When she gets through the archway of my closet I start to follow her. My fantasy fulfilling slut keeps crawling slowly and awkwardly through my closet on the way to the door of my play room.

That’s not quite fast enough for me.

As much strength as I can muster goes into my next painful smack to her right ass cheek by my club.

“Faster you American slut.”

Again she yells out in pain at my hit. Her pace quickens once the shock of the club’s contact goes away. She reaches the end of my closet in no time and stops where the carpeted floor of my closet meets the tiled floor of my play room. When I catch up to her and notice that she hasn’t moved forward at all, I frown.

This isn’t going to do.

I lift my heeled boots just enough to place it gently on her ass, the point of the heel pressing against what I’m almost positive is the puckered hole of her ass. With one quick thrust, I shove her forward and she falls flat on her face onto the tiled floor.

“In! Before I have to punish you extra hard for your insolence.”

The cunt staggers up to her hands and knees again, and then makes her way into my play room. Once she’s about where the middle of the room is, I yell at her again.

“Stop!”

Veronica in her Wonder Girl outfit stops shakily in the middle of the room. My eyes travel over the walls of my precious play room. Each wall is long enough to support at least one fun little contraption for me to play with. The one to my right is your standard wall shackles, with a pair up high for wrists, and a pair down low for ankles, both of which are extendable or retractable depending on my desire. To my left is a custom made leather padded bench which comes right out of the wall. The bench has cuffs on the underside for wrists and along the legs of the bench is another pair of cuffs for ankles. Or it could be the other way around, depending on my whim, whatever it might be. Behind me is a pole a foot or two from the wall with handcuffs and a spreader bar hanging on the wall to add to it.

But in front of me are my two most favorite things. In the middle of the room with a wall full of my more extensive collection of punishment items, from whips to chains to less comfortable dildos, is a table made to look like an X and a chain hanging from the ceiling with shackles on the end. Each point of the X table has a shackle attached to it so I can keep my “volunteer” secure in place while I use my assortment of toys on them, whatever they might be.

I don’t think I’ll use the whole room on her just yet though. I’m going to start with what’s behind me and work my way up to the rest. However she is going to have to be taught a very harsh lesson for her trip to the Fitzpatrick’s. And I know just how to do that.

“Turn around Wonder-tits.”

Slowly, she turns around on her hands and knees. I go over to the steel pole and stand beside it, curling my finger at her to beckon her forward.

“Over here.”

She crawls her way toward me, head lowered in shame. When my bitch gets to the pole she stops. That has me moving to the wall and picking up the cuffs. I crouch down in front of her and raise her eyes to mine with the end of one end of the cuffs.

“Hold out your hands around the pole.”

Veronica does as she’s told and puts her arms out on either side of the pole. Quickly, I handcuff her so that she can’t escape from the pole.

“What... what are you going... to...”

Her words make me slap her across the face with my palm.

“I didn’t tell you to talk, you stupid cunt. You do as your told. That’s how this works, remember?”

She nods her head and I almost slap her again before she finds her voice.

“Yes... Countess.”

Hmm, her learning curve as my bitch hasn’t quite hit it’s peak yet, but I imagine what happens next will fix that.

“Now stand up.”

Slowly, Veronica rises to her feet and I stand up with her, keeping my eyes on hers the whole time.

“All right, wait here while I get something.”

I walk over to my main wall of toys and I hear her scoff as she tests the strength of the bar and her cuffs once or twice.

Well I figured she’d do that, so I’ll let it go.

Stopping in front of my wall of toys, I let my eyes wander over it until I see what I want. I pick up the special dildo I want and a bit of rope, putting my club in its place at the same time. Then I turn and start walking over to Veronica who has moved to the side so she can see me, still cuffed to the pole. She sees what I’m carrying and a wave of fear is obvious on her face. The rope is pretty obviously fear-inducing, but she is a little confused about the dildo.

It’s a little like a reverse strap-on. Sometimes I’ll use it as a strap-on if I wear it right, but that’s not my usual use for it. The dildo has two straps on either side to wrap around a pair of legs, but they’re reversed to keep the dildo in the person who’s wearing it. There’s also a battery operated switch with three settings, slut, whore, and bitch-tamed.

As I get back to the pole, I look at Veronica and her questioning gaze. All I do at first is grin at her.

“Stick your fat little ass out for me iPod girl.”

Fearfully, she does as I say, bending over slightly. It’s not enough for what I want though.

“Further, I want you to get your ass out as far as it will go.”

Veronica in her Wonder Girl outfit bends over even more in an almost standing doggie-style position with her hands cuffed to the pole. Then I move around behind her and crouch down so I can reach her ankles. Using the rope, I tie the rope around her ankles firmly, leaving a lot of slack for later. After it’s tied her ankles tightly together, I pull apart the Velcro straps of the reverse-dildo. I move it around Veronica’s legs so that she can see it when she looks back at me.

“Now Veronica, this is one of my favorite little toys for my newest... acquisitions. And just so there’s no confusion that includes you. But since that’s something you seem to have a hard time comprehending, I’m going to have to use this to make it clear to you. I call this, my bitch-tamer. I can pretty much guarantee you won’t be making any suicide missions to the Fitzpatrick’s and neither will anyone you know after you realize that any time you do, I’ll be forced to use this little gem on you. The reason I’m so confident in my best friend here is because it has a setting on it, which randomly changes it’s speed setting to keep whoever has it in them from getting comfortable.”

Pulling it back from her view, I start to attach the straps to her thighs and adjust them to the proper tight fit. I pull the crotch of her outfit out of the way of her pussy so that it’s put on properly. The tip of the dildo presses against her slightly wet pussy lips.

“You’re going to learn to accept being my slut whether you like it or not bitch.”

My hand pushes the dildo into her about halfway and she gasps at the invasion. Then without letting her get used to the first 3 inches of the 6 inch dildo, I flip the switch on it to the bitch-tamed setting and then shove the rest in, adjusting the straps to keep it in her. She starts to squirm as the buzzing dildo works it’s magic inside of her cunt. That’s my cue to grab the rest of the rope tied around her ankles and start to wrap it around her calves, holding her legs closed as I wrap it all the way up to her shins and then tie it off firmly.

I stand up and move around the pole to face Veronica, who’s face is a mixture of pleasure and humiliation because of my little gem. She tries to rub her legs together in a vain attempt to get it out but the rope I’ve tied around her legs makes that next to impossible. As I watch knowing there are worse things to come, I grab her by the chin and force her eyes to mine.

“Did you go to the Fitzpatrick’s to try and get your tape back from them so you didn’t have to be my little slave anymore?”

Her answer is barely able to be forced out of her as the bitch-tamer moves up a speed setting.

“Y-y-yes...”

Usually it doesn’t get random right away. It goes up each speed setting gradually to the fastest one and then starts getting random. She’s obviously not dealing with speed number two that well. I’d hate to see how horrible she gets when it gets to speed number five, the top setting. It’s not a fun setting for the wearer, or at least that’s what I’ve seen on the other bitches I’ve used it on.

“That was a very stupid move, don’t you agree?”

She shakes her head as she closes her eyes and tries to block out the pleasure the dildo is forcing her to feel.

“No...”

The bitch-tamer goes up to speed number three and that has her yelling out in a mini orgasm.

“I said that was a very stupid move, don’t you agree?”

This time she barely nods at me before answering. Her breathing is getting heavier and she starts to test the pole again in futility.

“I... yes... c-c-countess...”

Mmm, her mind is such a wonderful thing. All that pleasure running through her body, and she’s still got the presence of mind to remember to call me Countess. That will come in handy later on when I finally get her completely broken in. She’s not quite there yet but this little activity promises to push her closer to where I want her.

Standing bent over the way she is becomes a problem as the vibrating dildo continues to pulsate inside her most sensitive pleasure area. She grabs the pole for leverage and pulls herself up to an upright standing position, leaning against the pole for support.

“You’re not going to do it again, are you?”

“Y-y-yes... I-I... a-am...”

Suddenly the dildo I shoved up her cunt buzzes into the fourth speed setting and that has her knees buckling in pleasure. The bitch in the Wonder Girl costume tries to sit as best she can with her hands still cuffed to the pole sitting on her hip to one side with her legs bound together spread out like a mermaid. I crouch down so we’re eye to eye.

“Veronica, sweetheart, that’s only setting four. You’ve got one more setting to go before it gets random. And believe me... if you can barely handle setting four, setting five could kill you.”

She yells out in a broken gasp of pleasure as another mini orgasm rips through her.

“Be a good little slut and I might give you some relief. Now you’re not going to try and mess with the Fitzpatrick people again, are you?”

Another orgasm is forced out of her by the bitch-tamer. They start coming faster with every second that passes on the fourth setting. She starts frantically pulling on the pole with the chain of the cuffs around her wrists in an absolutely desperate attempt to use her hands to get the bitch-tamer out of her slutty yet tasty cunt.

“Answer the question Wonder Girl.”

“N-N-N-NO... God no... I-I-I-I... I won’t ever do it again. Oh god no... oh... oh...”

Each orgasm comes so closely together she barely has time to recover. It must feel like one big long orgasm to her. Then, the dreaded fifth setting kicks in and she starts thrashing and bucking on the floor like a fish out of water, tears bursting from her eyes in the painful orgasms she starts experiencing. The sight of her starts turning me on.

“P-Please... please... please get it-tit out of me... I-I-I... I won’t do it again c-c-c-countess... I w-won’t g-go n-near the F-Fitzpatrick f-family or try to k-keep you from m-me ever again... I’ll... I’ll do whatever... y-you want... please...”

Now that’s what I like to hear. It makes me so hot just hearing about it.

Sadly, the fifth setting doesn’t last that long before it goes down. From the way she’s able to catch her breath I’m thinking it’s at least as low as setting two. I lean against the pole to look down at her.

How do I know she really means it though?

“Hmm, you know, I kinda have to wonder at your resolve. You’re a pretty strong willed pathetic detective. For all I know you’re going to go right back to the Fitzpatrick’s place the second I’m done with you.”

The plucky wig wearing brunette opens her eyes and tries to calm her breathing as she looks at me. There’s a look of absolute fear in her expression.

“I... I won’t... believe me....”

Seems like she really means what she says. I guess she really is afraid of the bitch-tamer. Not that I blame her, I haven’t had a woman yet who hasn’t been brought down by my favorite little toy. It’s a little disappointing though. With the seemingly iron will of Veronica Mars, I was hoping she’d hold out a little longer than the rest of them. Of course, that doesn’t mean I can’t feign considering her seriousness.

“Hmm, let me think about this.”

I get up and turn my back to her as if pondering what she’s saying. Just then, the bitch-tamer jumps a setting and she cries out in pleasure and pain. It doesn’t have her thrashing so I don’t think it’s the top setting but she’s not enjoying herself, that’s for sure. As she tries not to go nuts, I wait until the bitch-tamer changes settings again before turning back to her.

“You’ll do everything I tell you to?”

My cunt gets her breathing under control as best she can.

“Y-yes... eve-everything... any-anything...”

I think I’ll let her go through one more setting before taking it out of her.

As if on cue, the bitch-tamer springs to life and it has her thrashing about the floor for an extra long moment this time. She keeps thrashing in desperation at the way the bitch-tamer vibrates relentlessly inside her, forcing climax after climax out of her, causing her even more pleasure and pain. I watch happily and just know she’s not going to cross me after this. My favorite tool switches gears and gives her a breather, which she happily and desperately takes.

It’s time to test the resolve of her statement.

“All right, but you better not cross me, otherwise we’re going to go through this all again. Is that understood?”

There’s a sense of relief in her, despite the way the vibrator is still killing her.

“Lie down on your stomach Wonder-bitch.”

She does as she’s instructed and I kneel down, pressing my knee against her lower back to keep her steady. Then I reach out and start to undo the rope around her legs. Once there’s enough slack in them, she opens her legs desperately. My hand caresses her inner thigh on the way up to the junction between them. Slowly, I undo the straps that are holding the bitch-tamer inside her cunt, and then reach in and pull it out. The little bitch lets out a huge sigh of relief at the removal of the invading dildo.

I bet that she’s going to be nice and compliant now. This is going to be so much fun, fucking her like a slut.

Her breathing is even heavier than before, and within seconds, I hear her start to cry. It gives me a good feeling to hear her yell out from the bitch-tamer.

Looks like my favorite gem is still undefeated. Now it’s time for a whole lot of fun.

Turning off the bitch-tamer from it’s best setting down to slut, which is about setting number two of the bitch-tamer, I shove it back up her cunt. She gasps in a mixture of pleasure and pain, pulling against her cuffs. Her cries get worse.

“Stop your whining bitch! If you don’t, I’ll turn my bitch-tamer on you again.”

Slowly but surely, she tries to calm herself. Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long for it to happen and I pull the dildo out of her cunt. Then I run my hand down the small of her back, enjoying the sight of her chained to the pole, defeated. I stand up and step back from her to watch.

“Now... get up and bend over.”

My little slut groans in pain and slight exhaustion as she grips the pole she’s tied to and forces herself up. It takes her a few grips of the pole to get upright, her legs shakily holding her up. She looks so hot in the Wonder Girl costume she’s wearing, the star-spangled leotard hugging her body so perfectly that I can see every curve of her very hot body, that I let my eyes travel over it. Once she’s upright, Veronica starts to bend over slightly and turns her head to look at me. She hangs off her arms as well as she can under the circumstances. There’s a look of absolute humiliation and defeat in her eyes that I want to just tear her clothes off and fuck her as hard as I can. Raising the bitch-tamer to her eye-line, I smile as she lowers her eyes at the sight. With that, I step towards her and put the bitch-tamer in her face.

“Lick it clean iPod girl, I don’t want your pathetic juices all over my gem.”

With little to no resistance, she opens her mouth and I slide most of the dildo into her mouth. She sucks on my bitch-tamer as best she can, moving her head up and down on it like she’s sucking cock. As she continues to suck it clean, I twist it back and forth to make sure she gets all of it.

Mmm, looks like I’ve got quite the little cocksucker on my hands. Maybe I’ll have her work a street corner or something to make me some money. All I know for sure is that she’s going to come in very handy in the future.

When I’m sure she’s cleaned it well enough, I pull it out of her mouth. She moans at the removal much like she did when I pulled my gem out of her pussy. I raise my good little bitch-tamer to eye level and look it over to inspect the job she’s done.

“Very good my stupid slut. You’ve got a nice tongue, and it looks like you’re learning to use it.”

I walk away from Veronica, back to my wall of toys. My eyes roam over the wall happily as I put my bitch-tamer back. It takes me a second for my gaze to find my club. Picking it up and making my way back over to the pathetic detective in a Wonder Girl outfit, I test the club on my palm once.

“But you still did a very bad thing by trying to get the recordings back from the Fitzpatrick’s. That requires you to be punished... and punished hard.”

She turns her head to look back at me as best she can. A look of fear crosses her face when her eyes meet the club.

She thought I was done with this. I wanted her to think that to see the look on her face when I came back with it. The stupid bitch tried to cross me. I can’t let her get away with that easily.

Stopping behind her, I admire the firm roundness of her ass. Slowly, I start to caress her ass with the end of my club. She flinches uncomfortably at the touch. That has me pulling back the club and bringing it down hard on her right cheek. She yelps at the sudden sharp contact. It has her squirming in pain. So I bring the club down hard on her ass again.

“Stay still!”

My bitch does everything she can to stop moving, despite the pain. She doesn’t do as well though when I spank her with the club again and she stands up against the pole. That has me shaking my head in disappointment at her.

“I told you to stay still Wonder-slut. You’re being a very bad girl by disobeying me. That calls for an extra punishment.”

Veronica turns her currently brunette head to look at me pleadingly.

“No... please...”

Ooh, begging... I like begging.

“No?”

She sticks her ass out at me to try to get back into the position I wanted her in.

“Please... C-countess... I’ll b-be g-good... please... no, more...”

Hmm, she wants me to stop. Maybe I’ll give her what she wants.

The club hits her hard on the left ass cheek, which has her yelping in pain followed closely by tears.

“You’re not getting off that easily bitch.”

Another hard smack of her ass with the club causes the tears to get worse. Veronica starts to wail with her tears from the pain of the hit.

“You have to pay for trying to put a wrench in my plans for you, Veronica Mars.”

Just as hard as the last, I spank her on the ass with my club. She tries her best to stop crying from the spanking, but she can’t when I smack her again with the club.

“Are you sorry you tried now? Do you regret doing it now?”

Before she can answer, I bring the club down on her ass. She yells out at the pain and it takes her a while to answer after coming down off the pain.

“Y-y-yes... I’m, I’m sorry... I’m... s-so so sorry...”

Again I spank her ass hard with the club. I look down at the firm supple cheeks, admiring the red marks of the club on her ass that I’ve made.

Mmm, her cheeks get a nice shade of red easily. I like that. It turns me on to know I did that to her.

“Are you going to do it again you pathetic excuse for a detective?”

As hard as I can, I hit her with a club to the ass before she responds, like I did before.

“N-n-no... I won’t... oh god, please stop...”

Looking at her bent over with her ass sticking out, leaning against the pole desperately trying to hold herself up with it.

I think I’ve given her enough punishment for now. Normally I’d give her a much longer spanking, but she did go for a while against my bitch-tamer. It’s better to see if she’s learned her lesson once I let her go, which won’t be just yet but it’ll be important to watch. And all this punishment she’s taking is turning me on and making me want a little relief. I think it’s time to help myself with that.

I let my arm with the club in hand drop to my side.

“You’ve had enough for now. But doing this has turned me on.”

Slowly, I run my hand over her ass appreciatively. Then I let my hand go down between her ass cheeks and over the fabric covering her pussy lips. She gasps and shifts against my touch.

“I need a little play.”

My hand slides down between her legs and then over the inside of her right thigh. She jumps as my hand smacks the inside of her thigh appreciatively.

“Get down on your knees.”

The bitch groans as she tries to get down on her knees like I ordered. She holds onto the pole as best she can as she drops to her knees in front of me. All I can do is admire the sight of her on her knees below me and rub my thighs together at the wetness between them.

Mmm, she’s such a prime piece of ass. I love knowing that she’s all mine.

I get down behind her on the floor and drag the end of the club over her back. She twitches at the smooth touch of the instrument that was only moments earlier turning her ample ass a nice shade of red. Using the club, I run it down between her legs and rub her pussy gently with the smooth object, causing a moan out of my bitch. Then I lean forward and whisper into her ear.

“You’re going to be such a good little bitch for me, you know that?”

My words cause her to shiver under me. I stop the club against her pussy and she shifts against it in frustration.

“Lie down on your back.”

After I speak, I lean back to an upright crouching position behind her and watch as she slowly gets down on her stomach, rolling over onto her back and looking up at me. Her cuffs twist around the pole while she does, her hands trapped above her head, making her even less mobile than she was before. I let my eyes travel over her slender form.

She’s just like I would imagine Wonder Girl to be. Maybe I’ll have her dye her hair so I can indulge my fantasy whenever I want. The way her costume looks is just perfect. The stars come down from her left shoulder, over her left breast and down to her stomach. The rest of it has red and white stripes like the flag. It’s so hot I just want to rip it off her body. But I’ll hold off on that for a while, at least until she ruins the fantasy or I get bored with it. For now I just want a piece of her.

She squirms under me as I climb my way up her body on my knees. I keep my eyes on hers as she looks up at me when I could sit on her chest if I wanted to.

“Time to eat pussy Wonder slut.”

Reaching down, I grab her by the wig and hair. She stares up at me, helpless, scared, and completely at my mercy as I slowly sit on her face. Almost instantly she gets to work, her tongue licking the wetness from my folds. I put the club down on her stomach as she continues to lick and suck at the lips in her face. With my free hand, I grab onto the pole for leverage.

My little slut is getting very good at eating pussy. She’s a quick learner and very attentive to her task. Probably comes from working so hard in school and trying to be such a good detective. Not that she’s much of a detective after getting herself caught in my little trap for her.

Her tongue enters my pussy and I grip her hair a little tighter along with the pole at the sensation. She continues to work her tongue into me, giving head as best she can in her position, my whole body reacting to her attempts to get me off.

“Oh yeah, you’re a good little slut aren’t you?”

The muscles in my pussy start to clench her tongue as it moves in and out of me. Biting my lip and moaning, I tense up and sit a little more of my weight on her face to get her tongue into me more.

“That tongue of yours is really learning to do something other than talk back, isn’t it?”

All she can do to respond is mumble into my pussy, causing a wave of pleasure through my body. That has me grinding my hips hard into her face as she keeps doing her best to eat me out. Her tongue flicks my clit and that has me gasping. Letting go of her head, I lean back, holding myself up with my other hand on the pole. With my free hand, I reach back and grab her tit, massaging it roughly.

She moans into my pussy from my touch and that just has me riding her face more. Then I grab the cups of her costume that are holding her tits and pull it down, exposing it to me. Now that she’s exposed to me, I take her nipple between my thumb and index finger, twisting it slightly. Her yells of pain into my pussy push me even closer to the edge and I can’t help but twist it a little more to get a bigger reaction. Slowly but surely every flick of her tongue sends me closer to the edge.

I think it’s time to take things up a notch.

My hand slides its way down the pole to let me lean back more, then I pick up my club and run it along her pussy. She moans and shifts her hips. The more I run the club over her pussy, the more she moans and tries harder to get me off. Her tongue plays with my inner folds and I’m brought even closer to the edge with every touch. I use a couple of my fingers from around the club to pull the crotch of her costume aside and press the tip of the club against her pussy.

It causes her to shove her tongue as deep into my pussy as she can. Feeling her tongue inside me pushes me so close to the edge I can feel it. With one powerful thrust, I shove the club halfway up her pussy. That has her squirming and bucking under me like a bronco. She moans into my pussy with her lips over my clit and that sends me over the edge. Hard and fast, I go tumbling over the edge. I sit on her face as I ride out my orgasm, spilling my juices all over her. My little slut licks up as much pussy juice as she can from beneath me. Slowly, I start to come down off the high she sent me to.

Mmm, she’s getting so very good at eating pussy.

I grind my hips into her face while I try and ride out the last few moments of my orgasm.

I knew I made the right decision by making her my bitch. She may be a bit of a prude at first, but once she’s broken in, she knows who’s boss and does as she’s told.

My breathing gets back to normal and I slowly climb off of her face. She’s all but forced to stay still on the floor as I look down at her. There’s a defeated, pain-filled look on her face. It gives me a warm happy feeling to add to my after orgasm bliss. Then I reach down and pat her on the cheek appreciatively.

“Good girl.”

Veronica in her trussed up Wonder Girl costume squirms on the floor because she can’t do much else at the moment. With a smile on my face, I get up and walk over to where the spreader bar is hanging where my cuffs used to be and I pick up the key for her cuffs. As I walk back over to the bar in the middle of the room, I admire the sight of her lying there. Crouching down with the pole between me and her except for her hands which are still secured to the pole, I let our eyes meet when she finally looks up.

“Now did you learn your lesson?”

She stares into my eyes with a defeated look, and then nods as best she can in her position. I bring the keys down to where I can unlock her bonds.

“I’m sorry?”

“Y-yes... C-countess...”

“Is it starting to sink in that I’m calling the shots now?”

“Yes... Mistress...”

From the look in her eyes, I can tell she really means it, so I unlock the handcuffs and let her loose.

“All right then, be a good little bitch and do as you're told and you won’t be getting intimate with my bitch-tamer any time soon.”

She massages her wrists and sits up as best she can after everything I’ve done to her.

“Take the club out of your pussy, clean it off, and then you can go.”

Veronica does as she’s told, looking at me while she starts to lick the club clean of her pussy juices. All I do is watch as she does.

Mmm, I just know I’m gonna get a lot of fun out of this bitch.

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The original story that inspired this chapter is called The Domination of Wonder Woman. It was a story based on the Wonder Woman TV show with Lynda Carter.
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