Plaything, Alternate Vew

Trapped in a tight bear hug, Wonder Woman gasped for air.  She knew she would pass out in a matter of seconds unless she escaped.  She vainly tried to pry the tree trunk arms of Enorma loose, but the preceding melee and the concussive headblows had taken its toll.  Her eyelids fluttered.  Her arms, losing all strength, drooped over Enorma's massive frame. Her head lolled back, then forward, her eyes now closed and her mouth slightly agape.    A bit of drool oozed out the corner of her mouth.

Enorma relaxed her arms just slightly.  A soft moan escaped Wonder Woman's lips, unconsciously acknowledging the end of her struggle.  A light breeze wafted through her raven tresses.  The sun began to melt behind some clouds.   Enorma took this to be a good omen.  For her it signified the passing of an era as she had conquered the hitherto unconquered warrior in Amazonian combat.  She chuckled at her own musing as she realized she was grandstanding over what was an inevitable outcome.   The passing of an era brought about by the passing out of Wonder Woman, she joked to herself, the edges of her mouth bending up in a smirk.

"Sleep, little Wondie," Enorma cooed in the defeated Amazon's ear.  The scent of an intoxicatingly sweet perfume, previously unnoticed, clung strongly around Wonder Woman's neck.   She inhaled it in through her nostrils.  Its pleasing fragrance left her feeling serene.  She stared at her face, marveling at her high cheekbones, beauty unmatched by the most beautiful female sculpted by Phidias.    Her eyes trailed a bead of sweat rolling down her nose and onto her lips.  She leaned forward, pinching Wonder Woman's top lip in a pucker.  She felt hot and woozy.  These sensations sent quivers throughout her body.  She let her lips sensuously slid away.    Victory had its pleasures.

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This is a rework.  For the original, see  .  For the first take of remake, see  .

For the preceding scene, see  .