Part One
The fifth heist in two weeks by black-garbed, well equiped and organized, teams of theives was beginning to annoy her. She had personally thwarted three of the capers, only to be disgusted by the lengths the mastermind behind these crimes would go to so as to remain anonymous. Her magic lasso compelled the men to divulge all information they had, but every address and phone connection she followed up on had been deserted scant hours before her arrival.
She was Wonder Woman, Amazon princess of Greek myth come to life, and had powers far greater than any mortal. And she was mad. The criminal in question obviously had no regard for common laws, the people who worked for him, or her authority. She was determined to catch him this week.
That evening, Diana Prince was furiously trying to figure a pattern out of these crimes when she heard gun shots outside her apartment. Spinning quickly into her alter-ego, she bounded for the source of the disturbance. Several blocks away she saw several men dressed in black loading the contents of an apartment into a panel truck. They had no idea what hit them. In her fury, she tossed two men through the sides of the truck. A third man was pointing a strange looking gun at her, but she removed her tiara and deftly tossed it disarming the man before a trigger could be pulled. A fourth man was attempting to flee as she ensnarled him in her lariat. Not seeing any other suspicious types, she began to question her captive. She had thought that she was thwarting another heist- but it turns out this was another base of operations of her opposition in the process of being moved. The man even knew the location of the head of the gang in a warehouse on the industrial side of town.
Not wanting to allow her opponent the opportunity to move operations again she immediately departed for the warehouse district. In her haste she did not see the fifth man in black on the rooftop with a two-way radio.The unseen partner instantly radioed in “yeah, she’s on her way- everything is still according to the plan. Best get ready in a hurry, though, she lit out of here in one big pissed-off hurry- and she hurt numbers 26 and 19 pretty badly-out.”
Wonder Woman made it to the warehouse in less than fifteen minutes-which would be something of a record if she travelled by car. She landed inside the chain link fence which surrounded the dilapidated-looking building. She knew she was in the right place, however, because she noted how the building only looked dilapidated: the chain link fence was recently installed, the structure appeared brand new under it’s rough facade, and many heavy duty power lines fed into the building. She was definitely in the right place- but was she on time?
Not wanting to give her opponent the chance to flee out the rear Wonder Woman burst through a locked garage door of the nearest loading dock- only to find a seemingly empty warehouse save for some crates lining the outer perimeter of the facility. As she walked through the maze of crates nearest her she noticed a video camera tracking her movements. Encouraged that not everyone had deserted the site she continued to the wide open center of the building. The building was vast- two football fields could easily have fit in this place- and Wonder Woman found herself drawn to the very center of the building- as a bullseye had been painted on the floor with at least a 25 yard diameter in which no items or crates had been placed. Directly in the center of the bullseye was a podium with six buttons and several blinking lights. Wonder Woman sauntered up to the podium, and when she got within 5 yards of it the lights over the bullseye were brought up three-fold, while the rest of the lights in the facility were switched off. Wonder Woman spun around but saw no signs of immediate danger, and warily crept up to the podium.
As she reached the podium a voice started to boom through loudspeakers on the outer walls “So nice of you to join us, Wonder Woman! Please press the button next to the green light so you can see me as well.”. Wonder Woman shouted “I will not! Show yourself, you cowardly thief!” At that, Wonder Woman noticed the aforementioned button click in, and the podium started to recess into the floor. At the same time, a television monitor started to arise from the floor, tilted at an angle as a stage monitor would be. On the monitor was a man in a very nice tailored suit wearing a black ski mask. The speakers bellowed “have it your way, here I am. I believe that you have been looking for me for a few weeks, my dear. I have had several financial setbacks due to your meddling in my affairs, so I have taken the liberty of scheduling this meeting to end these losses”.
“Scheduled this meeting???!? Who do you think you are?” replied WW
“Yes, I’ve brought you here - you didn’t think that I was so careless as to let any of my staff that would have a chance of running into your lasso know my whereabouts-unless I wanted you to know, did you? But I digress. I brought you here to prevent future losses, which arise from your interference.”
“And just how do you intend to accomplish that?”
“why, that should be obvious to you - by now-by ‘eliminating the competition!!!’ Team leader A - STRIKE!!!!!!”
At that moment, our villain enacted his choreographed plan. The video monitor instantly withdrew into the floor. The whole video conversation was simply a diversion so WW would not observe what was happening outside the circle of light she was standing in. WW looked up to see a circle of what had to be 40 black garbed men surrounding her. Eight of the men were running headlong towards her and had covered half the distance to her before she even realized the trap had unfolded.
As the first wave came upon her, she recognized basic traits of the men that were familiar to her- these were martial arts experts-probably Ninja. They attacked in unison, and she deflected two kicks with her bracelets, took a punch to her ribs that didn’t even phase her and vaulted over one of the attackers to put her outside the inner circle of attackers.She then deflected another kick, and much to her dismay, she heard a tinny sound when she did. WW realized that the Tabi boots of her attackers had razor knives in the toes. The next thing to cause her more alarm was the sight of eight more Ninja closing the circle. She realized part of the plan was to hit her from all sides at once- so she needed to remove herself from the center of the bullseye. She quickly grabbed the leg of the next man to attempt to land a kick and swung him around as a flail, taking out the remainder of the initial eight men and two of the second wave. But no sooner had she let her ‘weapon’ fly, did the other six close on her. Their attacks were more concentrated and better coordinated, and she took several punches to the shoulders, ribs, and thighs as she concentrated primarily on the razor toes of her attackers, successfully keeping them at bay.
Then she heard the very faint whistling of air that passed over her right shoulder, and saw a shuriken land in the chest of one of the men facing her. He looked down in shock, the weapon sunk in 3/4”, giving WW the opening she needed. She grabbed the man and tossed him into two of his companions, removing all three from the fracas. She then let a roundhouse kick take down a fourth, and keep a fifth at a legs length of distance. Hearing the air part as only an Amazon trained to play “bullets and bracelets” could, she spun deflecting Shuriken and darts in all directions and directed two of the weapons she deflected at the last Ninja in the circle.
She then looked up to see twelve Ninja coming at her in an asymetrical pattern with darts coming towards her from the gaps. She deflected the first wave of darts into the rush and felled two more men before they reached the halfway point. She quickly glanced up to see rafters high above her head, just above those blinding lights and she leapt for the rafters 30 feet up. This would be her escape from the center, and she was confident that she could best the remaining men from the outside of the circle , where she could better protect her flanks.
What she didn’t see in her quick glance, due to the bright lights, and the stealth of Ninjas, was that already perched on the rafters was another trap waiting to unfold. Up above the lights was a team of four Ninjas with a net between them. As Wonder Woman leapt up, the four Ninja jumped off their perch and snagged the heroine in the net bringing her crashing back to the ground less than six feet from her previous position. As the four men and the beautiful princess crashed to the ground three more Ninja were flattened , while the four from the rafters rolled with the fall, one still twisted an ankle and two more were slightly dazed. WW was caught by surprise and had the wind knocked out of her, but quickly got to her feet.
The net proved to be her undoing, however. The net was slowing her reactions down considerably, and as she started to tear the ropes with her famous strength, the Ninja coordinated their efforts once again. Four more Ninja grabbed the corners of the net and began twisting clockwise around their prey. Several others started blowing darts at WW, and two were brave enough to close on the tigress.WW had torn a hole big enough to get one arm and her head through before the onslaught hit her. She tried desperately to deflect all darts and did her best to keep the close attackers between her and the darts. The men twisting the net could not pull her down, but they were seriously hampering her movement. Suddenly, a dart struck her in the back on her exposed skin near her right shoulder blade. One of the men close in yelled “direct hit, cease fire”, at which point eight more men rushed the net. WW, shocked that a dart had struck her, could not figure out why they would stop launching darts. She struggled with the net and managed to tear the seam down to her waist before the next rush hit her.
She started to deflect blows from every quarter, and landed a couple of mighty blows of her own , felling one man and dazing another, when she started slowing down. She was becoming a little sluggish and she realized the dart contained a drug of some sort. She was clumsily fighting off many of her attackers, but taking many blows to the upper torso. She then repeated an earlier tactic, and grabbed a fallen enemy and began swinging him in a circle giving her some room to breathe. But the drug was more effective as she exerted herself and she succeeded in becoming very dizzy as she spun. The men previously twisting the net quickly pulled in one direction, and the extra centrifigal force of the man she was swinging sent our heroine sprawling. As she awkwardly tried to get up a Ninja kicked her legs out from under her.WW was finding it difficult to concentrate but wildly swung at the man, hitting him with such force that she shattered his jawbone.She then pulled the net off her, and got to her feet.
The men let her arise seeing the drugged state of their foe. One man sauntered up to WW and she tried to kick him but he caught her leg and quickly returned a kick to her crotch. The force and placement of the kick caused Diana to inhale sharply and gave her a momentary loss of sight as the pain blinded her, but as she came out of the pain it cleared her head a little.Another man was already behind her however, and grabbed her magic belt, the source of her strength, from around her waist. She gasped involuntarily as she felt her strength ebb. A Ninja screamed “phase two complete”, at which point many of the Ninja started to vanish into the shadows.
Two of the men WW was closest to grabbed her arms and extended them out to the sides before twisting them down ,out and back up again forcing her to bend at the waist. One man came from the side and kicked her in the stomach three times before kneeing her once. Diana was slow in her senses but in a lot of pain, and finding it difficult to breathe. The man with the shattered jaw came up to her and before anyone could react slammed his elbow down on her upper right arm , breaking it in two. WW yelled in pain, and the two men holding her dropped her and detained the man with the broken jaw.
Two Ninja reappeared with manacles for her hands and feet and slapped their beautiful captive in them. The princess almost passed out from pain when they clamped her arms together. Between the pain and the drugs she could not even focus on resisting, much less form a plan for escape.
The larger of the two men then slung the raven-haired beauty over his shoulder, eliciting a sharp yelp of pain. WW was being carried off as if some barbarian had claimed a serving wench, her head and broken arm dangling limp behind the man, while her shackled legs provided the means for balancing his prey from the front. Her star-spangled derriere at head height for the rest of the men to ogle. The Ninja carried his prize to a freight elevator, sat her on the floor, and ominously pressed an unmarked button , before stepping off of the elevator. WW, barely conscious, could only put together one thought as she became dimly aware that she was sinking into the floor-{.....Magic Belt and Lasso gone....need.... where?...arm in pain...must try..huh?..some sort of elevator...........oh...can’t ..*}
Part Two
Wonder Woman groggily came to as bolts of pain shot through her arm. Two men were attaching her limbs to four corners of what appeared to be a table. She tried to sit up and strike one of the men only to discover that she had a leather harness around her waist as well. Her legs had already been shackled to the corners of the table, and the pain was caused by the man nearest her head wrenching her arm up into the manacles at the other end of the table. She then became very uneasy as a familiar voice entered the room.
“Please set her arm and give her a dose of morphine for the pain. Then administer something to counteract the Fentrisol, and give her a shot of our ‘special brew’”
A new voice replied “all shall be done within the hour”
“Excellent, I will return when you are through. 47, please bring the imbesile with the broken jaw to the disposal chamber, grill him, and remove him from our employ.”
“At once, boss” answered a third voice.
She heard every word but was finding it difficult to understand their meaning.Wonder Woman was still heavily drugged, and having a difficult time focusing her vision or her attention.Her right arm was coursing with pain and had become a purplish mass twice the size of her left arm. Other than the arm, she was showing almost no signs of having been in a struggle , however. She turned with a startle as she realized that a man was moving that right arm.
A shot was being administered just below the right shoulder. She winced in pain, but started to relish the feeling, as it was jolting her back to consciousness at a prodigious rate. She realized that this man was more than likely some sort of pseudo-doctor. He began to set the broken area of her upper right arm in a make-shift splint, as numbing waves of pain registered. She tried to focus on his activities, but found it very difficult. The next thing she was aware of was a shot being administered in her left arm. A second shot followed and her ‘doctor’ left the room
WW started to become aware of her surroundings at an increased rate, and her pain was dissipating. She still could not concentrate well, however, even though she was at a higher than normal state of awareness. She noticed that the room she was in was very well appointed in an industrial way, and that the table? she was strapped to was unlike any she had seen before. She also noted that she was alone and tested her bonds to no avail.
Suddenly, her captor appeared, and she inhaled deeply and visibly, steeling herself for the confrontation to follow. She still felt like she was in a fog, and fought to concentrate as best she could. She started to speak when she noticed her lariat in his grasp. He reached down and slid his right arm under her waist and fed the lasso around her, getting uncomfortably close for the princess. She managed to say “who are....” before he cut her off with a single word.
“Silence!”- The power of the lasso ripped through her as she was forced to obey.
Our villain stood back and just stared at his captive. It was hard not to stare for any man, and he was no exception. The Amazon was granted beauty by the Greek Deities at her creation, and she was fairer than any mortal. She had the strength of twenty men, but was the perfection of the female form. His eyes followed her raven locks to admire the finely-chiseled jawline that defined the face he could not avert his eyes from. Her full red lips neatly placed below those large blue eyes, whose depth defied description. After several moments, his eyes followed a trail of visual candy down the long neck, along the easily visible collar-bone, and to her canyon of cleavage. The tops of the breasts were swelling up and down with every breath. He admired how they bulged slightly around the sides of her bustier. The costume itself was augmenting her natural gifts, and the hue of red contrasted beautifully with her skin. The skin itself was the most amazing part of her beauty to him- how could a woman with an athletic figure that can toss a bus, have skin so soft and supple. The skin itself almost looked as if she had never worked out a day in her life, or that a sun’s ray had ever struck it, and yet she had some color. Soft, luxurious, supple, - none of these could adequately describe the visual appeal of her. He then visually traced her outline to her o so slender waist. Slender, but not so small as to devide her body visually in two. ‘Beautiful continuity and contours are what define this goddess’, he thought. The waist flowed beautifully into a set of hips that were not athletic at all, and yet were easily narrower than her shoulders- an optical definition of womanhood. He was then drawn back to admiring her costume, as her star-spangled cobalt ‘panties’ had a French cut, neatly displaying her upper thighs to advantage, surrounding the thin strip of blue wrapping itself between her legs. And, wow, what legs. If Betty Grable was insured for a million, these were worth an easy billion. Muscular calves stretched the fabric of her red boots, leading the eye to the remainder of those long , slender legs. The upper thighs were also well-muscled, yet amazingly not over-defined- the muscles not appearing to widen the sleek contours one millimeter! He then stood back to admire the entirety of the package and could find no flaw, nor could he even contemplate envisioning one. Such was her rapture over him.
WW just watched him gaping and leering, and got htis vague feeling that she had seen a reaction like this before. Her powers of concentration weak, she just could not place the memory. She tried to shift, as his steady gaze was making her uneasy.
After several awkward minutes for our heroine, the villain snapped out of his reverie. “I am truly sorry about your arm, my dear- I have, however, removed the insubordinate from my employ. As for you, I have some reparations to extract- several thwarted heists, and five years in jail”
The criminal then removed his mask.
“I bet you didn’t even know I was out of jail, did you??”
Diana could not reply, because of the lasso’s hold on her. She did not recognize the villain, however. She thought perhaps that the drugs were affecting her memory.
Forgetting that she could not reply, our villain continued: “ you don’t even recognize me do you-I can see it in your eyes. Let me reintroduce myself- Gary Collins- but you can call me the ChemicalMaster- or just Master if you prefer” Gary chuckled to himself.
He explained, “you stopped a robbery at Franklin Labs five years ago, where all the pieces didn’t fit together for you. Someone with super strength busted in and stole a bunch of chemicals from the lab. You came crashing through the door to find ‘ordinary Joe’ Gary Collins looking at you in amazement. You tossed that golden rope around my shoulders, and asked me if I had stolen any chemicals, to which I was forced to answer ‘yes’- because I had for home experiments for many years. But you couldn’t wait for that full explaination, and I got sent to jail for five long years....”
WW finally placed Gary, for she remembered how odd it was when she crashed into the Lab: Gary had no super powers and just stared transfixed on her as she walked up to him and through the lasso on his shoulders.Gary then admitted to stealing the chemicals under the power of her lariat.
“.......no wine, no women, no song, no mirth. And I have you to owe for it all, five long years. I didn’t even see a woman for several months at a time- and the last vision I could remember was you dominating me at the Lab, for five years, you were the only female I knew.”
Something about the way he was talking gave Diana a chill down her spine.
“So you owe me for five years, and several million dollars. And unless you have that kind of cash on you, we’re just going to have to work out some other kind of arrangements .....”
With that, he directed a remote at the ceiling, and several video cameras dropped out of panels, all directed at Diana. He then grasped the lasso, and moved it delicately up, so it ran around her shoulder blades, and cascaded over the tops of her breasts.He issued a second command: ‘you may not talk, but silence is unnesscesary”.
This baffled WW as she continued to drift through her haze. She then saw him remove his blazer and tie, and walked up to the table nearest her head.
“ I had this table specially constructed to my specifications- and yours- just for this occasion, my dear”
With another push of a button, the table seemed to vanish to his captive. The tabletop split into pieces and retracted into the floor, leaving the four manacles attached to three-foot poles in the floor, and a padded pedestal running from her lower shoulders to her waist only supporting WW. The princess could not see the reason for this change, and it was very disconcerting to her foggy senses. Another press of a button and the center pedestal began to rise. This stopped after about six inches, stretching her taut and bowing her upward. She looked as though she were suspended in air, staring at the ceiling. She was straining to hold her head up, and keep her weight on the small of her back so the strain on her limbs would be lessened.
Gary, then walked up to his beautiful captive, and grabbed the lasso. “Phase 1 was the trap, phase 2 was your capture, phase 3 is your humiliation!”
He sauntered up to her between her arms and ordered her to ‘kiss me long, and kiss me deep”. He then bent down, and kissed her, holding her nostrils shut, and forcing his tongue into her warm inviting mouth. She resisted as best she could but was forced to move her lips over his own. Repulsed, she tried to pull away, but found she could not.After several minutes of exploring those full lips, Gary backed away.
WW tried to utter a protest but found she could not, When to her dismay she heard Gary say, “ yes, I think that will do nicely” as he unzipped his trousers. “let your head drop and look at me” he ordered. WW did as she was ordered, to realize that she was staring upside-down directly at a man’s sexual organ. Even our dazed and innocent heroine could guess what was coming next, and her mind screamed.
She pulled hard at her restraints, and her entire body tensed as she tried to pull away. Forced to look at him, she stared in amazement at his phallus. She had no idea if it was large or small, but it was so much more .....imposing than the pictures she had seen as a youth studying anatomy. The member was somewhere between erect and flaccid and throbbing to an unheard rythym. She shuddered as the command she knew was coming was issued, “pleasure me with your mouth, princess-and don’t let any teeth touch my skin”.
WW didn’t know exactly how this was accomplished, but could guess none the less. She began with a wet kiss to the rose-colored head of his penis, rewarded with a quick pulse of his member. She began to kiss the organ up and down both sides of the shaft, and especially the underside, as these were the areas most accessible to her in her confined state. She could not believe this was happening, and felt like biting the offensive schlong in two. The next thing she knew Gary said, “lick it, like a popsickle”.
Diana responded instantly licking from the base to the head, and craning her neck to move around to the other side, and repeated the process. Gary was now noticibly larger, as she continued to “work the popsickle”. Gary had to tell her to “flit your tongue along my shaft, and vary your techniques.”
<techniques?> thought WW, <I’d like to show him some techniques> , but complied with the command anyway.
Gary then utilized his remote one more time, releasing Diana’s left arm from it’s shackle. Before she could react he said “do not attempt to escape or harm me in anyway, now grab my shaft and slowly jerk me off while you kiss my balls”.
WW found this very repulsive, as she thought
Gary was beginning to really get worked up now, watching this beautiful woman forced to play with him. He looked down and was amazed- she was on her back stretched taut and bowed backwards, and her breasts still formed some cleavage under that bustier. He was sufficiently elongated to give forth another order; “open your mouth and take my fullness in and slowly suck on me”
WW was new to this entire arena but her mouth was warm and enviting and she apparantly understood this command better than the others, as she performed this task with more vigor. She would plunge halfway down the length of him and then slowly suck back up, and then repeat the process. Gary getting very aroused stuttered “mmmake sure to use your tongue, baby. And go deeper”
WW took in all she thought she could take without gagging and continued to pleasure Gary. He had reached his full length by now and she was astonished at how much it could expand. She noticed that Gary was letting faint gutteral sounds escape every time she reached the end of his head. Moving her tongue along the shaft as she went, Gary was close to euphoria.
Gary quickly building to a frenzy, reached down and grabbed her neck with both hands, and struggled to say ‘o-o-open your throat, bitch’, and began to violently thrust in and out of WW’s waiting mouth.
<Gods, what did I do to deserve this. I’m going to gag. there’s no way he’s getting all that in....>
Balls slapping her between the eyes , WW noticed that not only was he ruthlessly pummeling her orally, he was working up and down her neck with his hands using that as his hold to mercilessly slam her throat again. WW also noted that the lasso’s pull caused her to move her head lower to give Gary better access.
Gary could not see straight he was in such bliss, Diana’a throat the first encounter in 5 years for him. He continued to reach new depths, until he sunk all the way in, his pubic hair making contact with her chin.He managed to thrust in several more times before Diana felt him tighten his buttcheeks and spasm uncontrollably. She did not know what was coming(pun intended) and did not pull away as she felt an almost lacerating spray of gism against the back of her throat. She began to gag, but Gary pulled half way out just in time. He slowly thrust back in, spraying her continuously, as WW was wretching mentally at this spectacle she had become. Gary started to slow as his body slowly pumped the remainder of his seed into his gorgeous captive. Utterly spent, Gary ordered Diana to”swallow it all, and lick off my dick as if you were cleaning the icing off a spatula”-which she did as no one else had ever done to Gary.
Gary then backed up, and resecured Diana’s arm. He said “you are a quick learner- you obviously weren’t well-practiced in the art-although we can remedy that!” he chuckled.
With a couple of motions, he activated the table again, and it returned to it’s original position. The ceiling opened up again and what looked like a very large fluorescent light dropped down above WW. He reached under the table and placed some blacked out goggles attatched to several cords over her eyes. He then connected some diodes to her temples and wrists. He reached down and grabbed a syringe and emptied the contents into Diana’s left arm. He then could resist the temptation no longer and quickly thrust his right hand into her bustier and grabbed her left breast. He gave the nipple a quick pinch before withdrawing just as rapidly. “time for games is temporarily over” he stated, as he placed a microphone in front of her reddened face. “I know you can’t see it but there is a microphone directly above you”, he said as he grasped the magic rope, “please tell the microphone any bit of knowledge that I would find useful or interesting, beginning with any item you don’t want me to know, and omit nothing. Oh, and make sure you pause between each fact and keep your eyes open at all times. I’m going to take a nap now”.
Gary flicked on a switch and the overhead light began to bathe Diana in a red glow. As he left the room he could hear her muttering “ I am secretly Diana Prince, Superman is Clark Kent, Batman is .......
During each pause a flash of light could be seen escaping around the edges of the goggles, and Wonder Woman would twitch with each burst of light.
Part Three
She was mortified at the information she was passing along to her foe, and she was angered and repulsed by the act she had been forced to perform. She could see no escape from her predicament, however. She still felt as if she was unable to concentrate as she normally would. To compound her problems, the orders she was carrying out were forcing her to devote most of her conscious thoughts towards providing her enemy with her most guarded secrets.
She fought the lasso over every scrap of information to pass across her violated lips. The battle was mentally exhausting, and futile, but Diana still attempted to resist. She did not understand the purpose of the bright light that would activate every time she paused, but it was very disconcerting. She was in a complete daze at this point, trying to wade through the fog, the effects of the lasso, and the pulsing light. She continued to weakly divulge her secrets, and could not even recall what she had said, nor what she would say next. The fight was over before it had begun.
Gary walked in after a brief catnap to find that he could barely hear what WW was saying, or understand it without some difficulty. He quickly shut down his machines, and removed the goggles from that lovely face. WW just rolled her head to one side, blankly staring into nothingness, and continued to prattle on.
Gary remembered the lasso and ordered her to stop. She then just lay there breathing unevenly. She slowly became aware that a weight on her mind had been lifted, not knowing how. She could not see anything, and could not even think to remember where she was as she slowly drifted to welcome sleep.
Gary thought he had possibly miscalculated, and left her to the machines’ mercy for too long a period, shredding her mind. He let her sleep; hoping that he had not erred.
He then went to a bank of computers, and grabbed a printout of everything that Diana had said during her 45-minute ordeal and left the room.
WW came to with a startle as Gary ordered her to wake up. She had no idea where she was for a moment, before focusing on Gary’s face. Gary smiled evilly as he asked, "sleep well, my pet?" WW felt like something was far worse than before, but could not put her finger on it. She started to recall all of her ordeals, and realized her arm no longer throbbed with pain. She glanced to her right to see that some of the swelling was down, but that the arm was still a mess. She recalled her humiliating experience with Gary, and cringed at the thought. She then remembered his last orders to her, and stared in horror at the printout that he held in his hands. She noticed that he had highlighted several items, and began to speculate which items he found of interest, when she started to panic.
She was not fretting over what she had said; she was trying to concentrate and could not remember what she had said! She reached inward further, to try and think what she would most likely tell him, but could not remember what she had said. Visibly shocked, she looked up at Gary to see him grinning as he watched his prey’s obvious unease.
"What have you done to me, you cad?" she blurted.
Gary just smiled.
"By Hera, say something-what did that machine do to me?"
Gary just smiled.
"What did you do to me?!?!?"
"Well, several things, actually." Gary finally replied.
"Before I tell you, please tell me, who are you when you are not Wonder Woman"
She felt the pull of the lasso and said "Princess Diana of Themyscira".
"Who else do you purport to be?"
The lasso caused a humming sensation in her brain and she said, "I-I-I don’t know, nobody. No that’s not right- a woman with glasses and a briefcase. I-I-I am... a secretary?? or an undercover cop???"
"Never mind" issued Gary. " I asked you that question to see how irrevocable the process you went through is-and I’d say close to 100% if your lasso could not extract the information".
"What do you mean?" questioned WW.
"Simply put, everything you told me is gone from your mind. You obviously still see vague pictures, and the memory may return eventually, but as to the specific details you related- Sayonara!"
"You Fiend!!!" she screamed, losing control over someone violating her mind.
"Oh, do be quiet." commanded Gary. "That’s not all that is happening to you, but you will find out more later. It’s this next item on my list you provided that intrigues me. To refresh your memory, you said that an Amazon loses her strength and her willpower if she gives herself to a man? For how long?"
"I...I don’t know" replied WW.
"You can’t remember?" asked her captor.
"No, I don’t know- I’ve never been with a man" she was forced to confess.
"Well, don’t worry Princess, that is why I’ve asked number 11 to join us."
WW looked up in alarm to realize that a black garbed man had been standing at her feet witnessing the entire conversation.
"You see, my dear, at several points on this printout it states that you must ‘give’ yourself to a man. We intend to make sure that you beg us for that privilege!"
"I will never" she defiantly uttered.
"Oh, I’m quite confident that you will-and to help insure that, I’ve prepared a couple of injections for this process" as he took a large syringe full of an orange liquid and began inserting it in her left arm. "This is a concoction I whipped up myself-it would be worth millions on the open market but the FDA won’t approve it due to my background. The drug is an artificially fermented grape with some chemical additives to precisely replicate the effects that 6 glasses of champagne have on the human body. This is unique because it does not simply introduce alcohol to the blood stream, it introduces the particular effects of a specific type of alcohol-one that has historically had a greater pull on the female mind than other spirits".
"Bacchus will not lessen my resolve!"
"Alone, perhaps not, but this should prove to assist your friend Bacchus", Gary quipped as he took a syringe of a milky-blue liquid off of the table. " I have managed to isolate an endorphin that the female body is capable of producing only during the period after birth. This endorphin creates a sense of euphoria in a mother during breast-feeding. I suppose it’s God’s way of encouraging breast-feeding at regular intervals, or perhaps just a reward for helping to create life. In either case, the dose I have prepared for you will be very enjoyable."
"You are a demented sordid man to take the beauty of the life-giving experience and twist it…"
"Silence!" Gary commanded."Your prattle is wearisome and unimaginative. Now lay back and enjoy the ride." Gary then took the syringe and found an area of exposed skin just above her bustier, and began pumping the serum into the soft fleshy area of her upper left breast.
"You may remember having felt a tingling sensation earlier as you were feeding me information. That sensation was the scanner you see above you probing your entire body for information. The computer has identified 18 erogenous zones on your sculptured body. This should make them dance!" Gary stated as he took the remote control and pressed a button, again collapsing sections of the table, while raising a single section in the small of Diana's back. This time he raised the section 4 inches higher pulling her taut like the curve of a bow. He then pushed a button on his remote, and turned a dial to the number '3', activating 18 separate arms, which descended from the ceiling. Each arm ended in two nozzles pointed downward towards their target. One nozzle produced a concentrated beam of light, designed to warm/heat an area of skin. The second nozzle fired ultrasonic bursts of sound at the same area, vibrating the patch of skin to a rhythmic beat. One more button was pushed and the beat was evident to all, as speakers produced a slow undulating rhythm to match the inaudible ultrasonic bursts in a deep reverberating bass. The rhythm consisted of three long beats separated by short intervals followed by two shorter beats, constantly repeating- 'Boooooom, Boooooom, Boooooom, Boom-Boom, Boooooom, Boooooom, Boooooom, Boom-Boom……'
"When I hired number 11, he listed himself as a professional cunnilinguist. I didn't take him seriously, of course, but he just asked that I allow him to demonstrate his effectiveness. When I had the opportunity to do so I granted him an audience, and was amazed at the information he was able to force a female FBI agent to divulge. Princess, you and number 11 will be best friends in less than an hour!"
11 pulled a stool up between Wonder Woman's legs and prepared to go to work. Diana could not see a thing he was doing due to the position she was now in, bowed heavily in the middle. She continued her mental resolve that she could not, and would not, 'give' herself to a man-especially these lewd criminals. She was repulsed at the very thought that these men intended to defile her body.
Gary brought her out of her train of thought with the power of the lasso-"Princess, you may speak- but not to voice slurs, or morality issues. Also, please concentrate on your senses, and the signals your body are feeding your mind." And with a nod between the two, number 11 went to work.