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Here is a preview (of sorts) of what will be my last story with my beloved crush of crushes Lynda Carter. It won't be a 1 part story and I plan to put her through the ringer in this tale, but after it all over with I will be putting aside the Lynda and writing about other, more recent celebs.
Sometime ago, in the future, or right now...
Lynda Carter, both a feminist icon, and 70's sex syble for her role as Wonder Woman of the same decade, had just finished speaking at a women's rally at the Metro Convention Center in Toronto Ontario, Canada. The radiant woman, even at 56, stepped out of the impressive building, located near the Canadian National Exabition. Unaware, utterly clueless, of the tragic, and humiliating experience she would be forced to endure. The mother of two posed for pictures with the mayor, and several locale women's advicats, and did a quick interview with the local press. It was a big deal to have Lynda up in Toronto, it was rare that she even left Washington, where she lived she and husband (lawyer) Robert Altman lived. However she was happy to come to visit her "sisters" in the great white north and reinforce the empowerment in anyway she could. Now, however, it was time for her to go to the airport, as she had to head out to California to start filming on a new movie, and then it would be back home... or so she had thought.
After dicussing with the local media with every thing from important women's issues to who she felt would be a good successor to the roll of Wonder Woman in the up comming movie, she excused herself politely and mad her way across the parking lot. Once at vehical, the actress fished through her purse looking for her keys. Photgraphers snapped several parting photos, as several cars passed, and then a van stopped directly infron of her. Just then a man who had been laying in the back seat of the station wagon next to her car sat up and, seeing an oprotunity, got out and grabbed the mature beauty and dragged her kicking and kicking and screaming into his car. Lynda tried to get lose of her attacker, but the man was just to big, and easly over powered her 5'9" 130 lbs frame. When the van finally moved along all the crowed saw was a pair of black 6" pumps, and Lynda's purse on next to her car. Everyone assumed she had been pulled into the van, and while the police stopped and searched the wrong vihical, a tanned station wagon pulled away, with an unconssous Lynda Carter laying in the back.
About an hour or so later Lynda awoke, her long lashes batting as she regained her sences. The images before her came into focus, and she couldn't beleive what she saw. In front of her a set of old fationed stocks, with her ankles trapped with in them. Looking around she could see other items as well, like a larg metal fram, shaped like an X, and a padded table with leather straps on it. Looking up she saw a hoist device with chains dangling from pullies. It wasn't a big room either, infact it was just big enough to hold the restraining devices, and some room to walk around them. The walls an floor apeared to be solid cement, and everything seemed to be sunk into the floor, including the chair she was sitting on. Looking down Ms. Carter sighed as she saw her blouse and skirt were still on, though she noticed her shoes seemed to be missing, as the jacket that matched her skirt. The woman's head turned sharply as she heard a creaking to her left, and saw a man walk in through a a thick wooden door.
"Ah, you are awake, good." said the man with a thick, east european accent, "I welcome you to the last place you will see in your life... unless you co-operait."
"Whats going on, why did you bring me here?" demanded Lynda, struggling as the man grew closer."
"My name is Ivan, and you are here because you ruin my life." said the man, "When me and my wife come her many years ago we were happy, I work, she take care of home and children." he continued, "Then one day she is taken to women's rally by nosie neighbor woman, and when she come home she says being wife and mother at home is not enough anymore, she will go to school and become acountant, or something like that!" he said, his voice getting louder.
"What does that have to do with me?" asked Lynda, "I've never said anything against women choosing to stay home, why pick me?"
"Have you seen other feminist, who els would I get?" he comented.
The man walked away from Lynda, who began struggling a new. The mature beauty watched as her captor walked over to a cabinet she hadn't noticed before, and opened it to reveal bizzar deviceses. There were no sharp objects or anything one might expect in a dungon or torture chaimber, there were feathers, and vibratores of different sizes and colours, and she was sure she saw an egg shaped item in there too. When the man turned around she reconised the item in his left hand as a palm-corder, and in his right apeared to be a stand for it. Ms. Carter watched as the small camera stand was placed on the wooden piece that kept her ankles traped, and put the camera on top.
"Now you will tell camra that you think a woman's place is at home." ordered the man.
"No!" exclaimed Lynda, "A woman's place is where she wants it to be, I'll never say other wise!"
"Then you leave me no choice." said the man with a sad tone, "If you will not do as I say, I will tickle your feet."
...
How's that for a start? For those of you who are wondering, I haven't forgotten about Flipped Out, and will finish it up after my Ruthless Female Celeb poll-off is finnished.
The Ultimate Lynda Carter Experience: Part 1
By SlaverTickler
Staring: Lynda Carter
By SlaverTickler
Staring: Lynda Carter
Sometime ago, in the future, or right now...
Lynda Carter, both a feminist icon, and 70's sex syble for her role as Wonder Woman of the same decade, had just finished speaking at a women's rally at the Metro Convention Center in Toronto Ontario, Canada. The radiant woman, even at 56, stepped out of the impressive building, located near the Canadian National Exabition. Unaware, utterly clueless, of the tragic, and humiliating experience she would be forced to endure. The mother of two posed for pictures with the mayor, and several locale women's advicats, and did a quick interview with the local press. It was a big deal to have Lynda up in Toronto, it was rare that she even left Washington, where she lived she and husband (lawyer) Robert Altman lived. However she was happy to come to visit her "sisters" in the great white north and reinforce the empowerment in anyway she could. Now, however, it was time for her to go to the airport, as she had to head out to California to start filming on a new movie, and then it would be back home... or so she had thought.
After dicussing with the local media with every thing from important women's issues to who she felt would be a good successor to the roll of Wonder Woman in the up comming movie, she excused herself politely and mad her way across the parking lot. Once at vehical, the actress fished through her purse looking for her keys. Photgraphers snapped several parting photos, as several cars passed, and then a van stopped directly infron of her. Just then a man who had been laying in the back seat of the station wagon next to her car sat up and, seeing an oprotunity, got out and grabbed the mature beauty and dragged her kicking and kicking and screaming into his car. Lynda tried to get lose of her attacker, but the man was just to big, and easly over powered her 5'9" 130 lbs frame. When the van finally moved along all the crowed saw was a pair of black 6" pumps, and Lynda's purse on next to her car. Everyone assumed she had been pulled into the van, and while the police stopped and searched the wrong vihical, a tanned station wagon pulled away, with an unconssous Lynda Carter laying in the back.
About an hour or so later Lynda awoke, her long lashes batting as she regained her sences. The images before her came into focus, and she couldn't beleive what she saw. In front of her a set of old fationed stocks, with her ankles trapped with in them. Looking around she could see other items as well, like a larg metal fram, shaped like an X, and a padded table with leather straps on it. Looking up she saw a hoist device with chains dangling from pullies. It wasn't a big room either, infact it was just big enough to hold the restraining devices, and some room to walk around them. The walls an floor apeared to be solid cement, and everything seemed to be sunk into the floor, including the chair she was sitting on. Looking down Ms. Carter sighed as she saw her blouse and skirt were still on, though she noticed her shoes seemed to be missing, as the jacket that matched her skirt. The woman's head turned sharply as she heard a creaking to her left, and saw a man walk in through a a thick wooden door.
"Ah, you are awake, good." said the man with a thick, east european accent, "I welcome you to the last place you will see in your life... unless you co-operait."
"Whats going on, why did you bring me here?" demanded Lynda, struggling as the man grew closer."
"My name is Ivan, and you are here because you ruin my life." said the man, "When me and my wife come her many years ago we were happy, I work, she take care of home and children." he continued, "Then one day she is taken to women's rally by nosie neighbor woman, and when she come home she says being wife and mother at home is not enough anymore, she will go to school and become acountant, or something like that!" he said, his voice getting louder.
"What does that have to do with me?" asked Lynda, "I've never said anything against women choosing to stay home, why pick me?"
"Have you seen other feminist, who els would I get?" he comented.
The man walked away from Lynda, who began struggling a new. The mature beauty watched as her captor walked over to a cabinet she hadn't noticed before, and opened it to reveal bizzar deviceses. There were no sharp objects or anything one might expect in a dungon or torture chaimber, there were feathers, and vibratores of different sizes and colours, and she was sure she saw an egg shaped item in there too. When the man turned around she reconised the item in his left hand as a palm-corder, and in his right apeared to be a stand for it. Ms. Carter watched as the small camera stand was placed on the wooden piece that kept her ankles traped, and put the camera on top.
"Now you will tell camra that you think a woman's place is at home." ordered the man.
"No!" exclaimed Lynda, "A woman's place is where she wants it to be, I'll never say other wise!"
"Then you leave me no choice." said the man with a sad tone, "If you will not do as I say, I will tickle your feet."
...
How's that for a start? For those of you who are wondering, I haven't forgotten about Flipped Out, and will finish it up after my Ruthless Female Celeb poll-off is finnished.
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