Wonder Woman: The Game

Based upon the story by John Byrne featured in the Wonder Woman comic book issues #109 thru #112. Told now without any damn censoring.

DISCLAIMER: The following story is an adult-themed parody of the DC Comics's Wonder Woman comic book. Wonder Woman and all related characters are property of DC Comics, a Time Warner company, and no copyright infringement is intended. The author received no payment for this story, and no money is to be earned by its distribution. I have no dough to get sued off anyway.

WARNING: The following story contains adult themes and explicit descriptions of extreme sexual events. NO MINOR SHOULD READ THIS. Hell, most so-called adults shouldn't, either. If you are below your country's age of legal majority, kindly bugger off. Go find some Pokemon instead. No animals or household objects were hurt or damaged during the writing of this story.

WONDER WOMAN: THE GAME

PROLOGUE: GIRL TALK

"So, did you and Superman ever do it?"

"Excuse me?" Princess Diana of Themyscira asked, surprised by the bluntness of the question. "Cassie, that is a rather private matter, isn't it?"

"Come on, tell me! The two of you've been together in the Justice League for ages! You HAD to! I mean, you're just perfect for each other," enthused young Cassandra Sandsmark, Diana's teenage friend. "I bet you two do it all over the Moon after the meetings, right?"

Wonder Woman sighed, finishing toweling off her long mane of lustrous black hair, but there was a small hint of a smile on her full lips. "Cassie, you must learn to be more tactful regarding your interest in the private affairs of others. And for the record, no, we do not 'do it' all over the Moon. Superman and I are only good friends."

Now, she added to herself, with another sigh.

"How come? He must've made a pass at you. Can't be that dumb, can he? My friends say he's too square, but I think he's a hunk. Great bod for an older guy. Of course, I prefer Superboy. Really, lamest name ever, but totally cute. So, the Big S asked and you turned him down or what? He MUST have asked. Don't tell me he's gay, like the Enquirer said-"

"CASSIE!" Diana cried in feigned desperation, taking off her bathrobe. She pointed a finger at the girl with mock solemnity. "Just let it go, young woman."

"Oh, well. If you two guys went out, maybe I could double with the kid, you know."

Cassie flopped face down on Diana's bed. She couldn't help but stare at the Amazon's magnificent nude figure while she dressed. Diana's body was a perfect balance of lushness and muscularity. Everything, from the perfectly toned thickness of her long legs to her broad shoulders, was packed with compact muscles, hinting at the dormant power contained in her graceful frame, yet without compromising at all her intoxicating feminity. Even her athletically slim hips flared womanly thanks to the almost impossibly slender waist, which also made the fullness of her bosom appear even more impressive.

Cassie bit her lip softly, staring at Diana's back, her eyes lingering for a while on the prominent roundness of the buttocks.

"Jennifer Lopez's butt's flabby cheese compared to that," Cassie muttered. "Anyone would feel inadequate."

"Excuse me?"

"Uh, nothing," Cassie replied with a sigh. Wonder Woman could make anyone feel inadequate. Yet Cassie felt no resentment. Instead, she felt something new for her, a mixture of admiration and longing. She had started hanging out at Diana's room just when she was dressing since a few weeks now, to chat and stare with unabashed fervor at the Amazon Princess. She had also started to masturbate regularly immediately afterwards. Even now, just watching the beautiful Amazon do such pedestrian activities as picking up a pair of shoes, Cassie felt a warmth flood her loins that made her blush in embarrassment.

She was not a dyke or anything, Cassie assured herself. Diana was simply so beautiful that you just had to admire her.

"So you've never fooled around with any of the other hero guys then? Come on! Surely some make the grade! Or is it that you-" she paused, blushing ever more. "I mean, I read once that you needed to remain... ah, pure in order to keep your powers. So you can never date guys or anything?"

Putting on a loose turtleneck sweater, Diana smiled broadly.

"Cassie, if only the media gave as much time to my promoting peace as to speculations on my private affairs, my work would be so much easier."

"But is it true?"

"Not at all," Diana sighed. "Most of those fictions seem like a strange set of bondage fantasies. That sex with a man would banish my gifts. That being bound by a man will depower me." She shrugged. "Perhaps some people make up such ideas to feel that I can be 'put in my place' somehow, so their male superiority isn't threatened. I don't know. I find it baffling."

She sat down next to Cassie on the bed's edge, smiling. "I do have sex, Cassie. With men, too. And it doesn't affect who I am or what I can do. Sex is a wonderful, natural thing, which I happen to enjoy a lot, and I try to practice it, as often as my work allows-"

Cassie sat up, her eyes wide open. "Diana! You're not pulling my leg, are you?" she said, feeling very stupid, thinking that of course this goddess got to have all the sex she wanted and she was a dummy for even questioning it.

"Not at all. I am a mature adult, why shouldn't I enjoy an active sexual life? If my duties in Patriarch's World was less demanding, possibly I'd do it much more frequently."

"I...well, half the magazines said you were surely, you know, a lesbian..." Cassie said, looking away, red-faced.

"That does seem like every interviewer's most vital question. That, and my chest measurements, " Diana said, shaking her head. "This need to categorize everything and everyone for public analysis is so bothersome. Why is it relevant whether I prefer one gender over another? What obsessive narrow-mindness! Why is there anyway such a need to place limits on anything regarding gender, or species or...? Look, it's late. Let's go now, okay?" she asked with a smile, standing up and heading for the door. "Mike should be arriving at the restaurant any time soon."

"You aren't sleeping with that cop, are you? That mousy little guy?" Cassie asked incredulously as she hurried after Diana, still amazed at the casual declarations of the Amazon Princess.

"Mike is just a friend."

"But you aren't sleeping with him, right? YOU CAN'T! He's an ugly runt!"

"CASSIE!" said Diana, stopping at the house's door, frowning. "What has that got to do with anything? He's not ugly and... Look, Mike's a very dear friend, and actually I'd not mind sleeping with him, if it came to it, but right now he's only that: a friend."

"But, Diana," Cassie pleaded. "You could get all the best looking guys there are! Why settle for a-?"

"Cassie, physical beauty is only relative. It does have its worth, but it's not the most important thing."

With a shrug, Diana walked out onto the street, with Cassie in tow. "For your information, some of the best lovers I have ever had were not good-looking at all. You'd be surprised."

Very surprised, she added to herself.

"So, then who're you doing? The Green Lantern guy? The younger one? He's cute!"

Diana sighed. It would be a LONG walk.

Ever since she had begun exploring her sexuality in Man's World, Diana had realized that it would be best to keep her liaisons private, even from most of her friends and acquaintances. But she did not want to rudely shut off Cassie's normal, healthy curiosity. It was just part of her growing up. However, to answer Cassie's questions without compromising her personal privacy was quite a challenge. Although truthful openness would ideally be the best course to educate the girl on responsible yet open-minded sexuality, it was best to let Cassie just gradually discover her own way. Diana's sharing of her own rather unorthodox personal experience was hardly the best way to guide a young, impressionable teen. After all, Diana knew all too well that most of her past liaisons and several of her particular preferences were hard to explain to others, even to sister Amazons.

How could she explain to a young girl like Cassie her current relationship, for example?

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Wonder Woman stood alone in the dark, vast chamber. Her long, flowing black hair melded with the darkness of the old manor's hall, and faint moonlight entering through a lone skylight made the barest sparkles off her bracelets, golden tiara and chest emblem.

She was ready for action, with booted feet firmly set apart and fists placed arrogantly on her respective hips. She raised her chin, and shifted her head slightly to a side, frowning for an instant.

Something came alive in the darkness and fell on her.

She had heard him pounce at the last instant, and relaxing, she flowed with the momentum of her attacker and pivoted even as they fell, landing on top of him, driving her shoulder hard against his torso, so that the thick wooden floor groaned and splintered with the impact.

Just as she moved to straddle him, her grunted and pushed with enormous strength, throwing her against the nearest wall of ancient stones. She took the impact on her upper back and shoulders, and dust fell thickly from the shaken roof.

A blast of raging fire struck that point of the wall a fraction of a second later, but she had already jumped and rolled away. Using the brief visibility of the flames, she registered the configuration of the floor, and stomped down hard on the right place, making the other ends of the thick boards spring up and throw the stocky figure of her attacker into the air, where she caught him with a flash of her golden lasso.

"Too easy," she said with a smile.

"Easy you may see Or rather come to me?"

He had spoken out loud just he landed heavily on his broad, feet, his clawed right hand thrusting for purchase into the floor, while his left pulled hard on the length of the golden lasso.

She was pulled into his arms, but was ready, ducking just before he could hold her, grabbing one of his thick shoulders and sliding her other arm between his short stocky legs. She twisted and pulled with sudden, brutal strength, pivoting him over her broad shoulders and slamming him head first against the floor on her other side.

The old tables gave up under the repeated punishment and both fell among wooden debris as much of the floor collapsed into the basement below.

Several more seconds of fierce struggle ensued amidst the wreckage, and then he was on top of her, his thick lower body nestled between her raised and bent legs. He held onto her long, graceful neck with one large hand, the sharp claws just about to rake her skin.

"Amazon fought with skill But fell to demonic will."

"Really?" she asked, and pulled hard on both ends of her unbreakable lasso, tightening the loop that she had wrapped around his thick, muscular neck, barely short of the strength necessary to have decapitated him. His slanted eyes bulged at the strangulation, and his grip loosed on her neck just enough.

She had already bent and raised her legs so that one shin was beneath one of his armpits, while her other leg was pressed tightly against his waist. Pulling him off balance to a side with her hold on the lasso around his neck, she twisted her legs up and to a side with a sweeping motion, throwing him off her.

Keeping the lasso tight, she spun and slid over him. Her legs spread in a wide squat just around his head, and her muscular buttocks slammed hard against his chest, as she virtually sat just before his chin. She pulled on the lasso again, and smiled hearing him rasp and gasp loudly in response to the choke.

"Enough?"

His eyes glowed even in the darkness of the basement, and she felt something hot, wet and flexible slide between her legs, just over the fabric of her bottom covering her pubis.

"Is your tongue out like that a sign that you're already choking to death?" she asked, smiling.

The long tongue licked with impossible dexterity at her covered mound, flexing in ways no human appendage could.

"I take that's a yes, to both questions," she said, and relaxed her grip.

He threw her off instantly, grabbing both her wrists and landing over her, his thick legs easily straddling her slender waist.

"Too late, you've lost already," she said, nonplussed.

"Neck not yet broken Words not yet spoken."

"You cheat. You know I won. You know-"

He silenced her with his mouth. Her full, red lips opened after the first few seconds, allowing access to his long, forked tongue, and they kissed slowly but with rising insistence. She arched her back up, pressing her abundant breasts, tightly held in her gold-plated bustier, against his hard, wide chest, while the kiss become hungry, ravenous, desperate in their growing passion. Her strong arms struggled to get free, but without the wish to escape, instead in eager desire to embrace him.

Finally their lips and tongue disengaged, and she looked up at his burning eyes.

"You want to be on top tonight, then?" she asked.

"The Amazon Princess is wise Knows the Demon's need Deep hungers to feed And again claim his prize."

"I think I may be the one who claims the prize," Wonder Woman whispered, before she twisted and spun anew, placing him on his back. She was the one grabbing his wrists now, spreading his thick arms wide apart, while pressing her tall, voluptuous frame tightly against his stocky mass.

"And I want to be on top."

Etrigan nodded. He could work with that.

LEVEL 1: THE QUICKIE

"So thinking that I couldn't see him, he was walking behind me, morphed into basically just a giant pair of breasts," Diana said, smiling broadly.

"Ugh, gross!" Cassie replied. "So what did you do?" "I just entered the transporter, and said, without looking back: 'Only double-D cups or below allowed, sorry', and left", Diana completed with a smile that made surrounding pedestrians stumble or walk into objects indiscriminately.

The sight of the graceful six-foot tall beauty walking the crowded streets of Gateway City was enough to cause traffic jams. Even dressed in normal, purposely loose-fitting clothes, Princess Diana of Themyscira, better known as Wonder Woman, was an impressive sight. Although the long loose skirt modestly covered most of her long legs and the oversized sweater made the large bust stretching its fabric slightly less noticeable, the casual elegance and exquisite features of the most famous super heroine in the world stood out like a beacon.

"That was just so right!" Cassie said, laughing. "Is that Plastic Man so obnoxious all the time?"

"Tries to. Actually, he's really childlike in his pranks, no matter how lewd he tries to be. He'd likely be disappointed at how much I actually enjoy them", said Diana. "But I must remind Barda to ALWAYS check her chair before sitting down."

"Well, at least he notices you, unlike the rest! I can't believe no one ever asks you out or anything!"

"Cassie, what we do is rather serious."

"But you are so seriously gorgeous!"

"Well, they DO notice." said Diana. "But there's just a professional courtesy involved. Respect is a very important part of-" "Wow, so who checks you out, then?" Cassie jumped in.

Should not have said that, Diana thought, slightly flustered.

"Yes, some do 'check me out' at times. Happened all the time at first, when I had just joined the League, but now only when...well, my Wonder Woman outfit is a bit sparse, and sometimes it does get torn during combat," Diana explained, smiling widely as she recalled Wally and Kyle's dumbfolded stares during the last instance.

"All the time?"

"No! Not ALL the time, but... Well, remember the time of the White Martian invasion? Because of... certain particular circumstances involved, I had very little left on me when I rejoined the others, and it made quite a stir. Green Lantern took forever to gather his wits enough to make something with his ring for me to put on."

"Cool!" laughed Cassie. "So you were there stark naked and they were all drooling?"

"Not to that extent, but it was hard to pretend that nothing was happening when wearing form-fitting spandex, after all," Diana said, smiling mischievously. "I did kid them a bit about it, but they just get too embarrassed. It was actually very amusing."

Dumbstruck as Wally and Kyle had been, she recalled fondly, Clark had been even more shaken, almost to the point of blushing. He was just so charming. It was such a pity that things had never worked out between them.

"Did the big green alien ogle you too?" asked Cassie, wide-eyed with amazement.

"J'onn J'onzz is a very private person, Cassie," Diana replied thoughtfully, remembering. Typical as were Orin's gallant acknowledgement and Batman's cold indifference, she had seemed to notice J'onn being somewhat less detached than usual. Had he sensed all that had happened?

J'onn would never intrude into her mind uninvited, but her mindstate after all that happened with the White Martians could have been too obvious to a telepath like him. He also could have picked something from the Martians' memories when later modifying them for their imprisonment. If so, Diana wondered with truly interested curiosity whether such knowledge had surprised him. Ever since they became teammates in the Justice League, J'onn was always extremely formal with her, particularly since the Despero incident when they had mind-linked briefly during her interactions with the villain. Yet surely, as a Martian, he would not share the ridiculous sexual prejudices of most Earthmen.

She decided to approach J'onn politely on the matter, perhaps even attempt again to get closer to him. She knew that he mantained several secret identities to mingle with humanity, and had often wondered how to make the lonely Martian feel more at ease in a world where she often felt estranged herself.

Not lacking a minimum of female vanity, Diana enjoyed the obvious attention from her peers, but after her past disappointments and to avoid complications that could affect their actions as champions of Earth, she had ultimately decided to avoid sexual or romantical involvements with her fellow heroes, and routinely declined politely any such advances. But if J'onn's cultural mores proved less absurd than those of common Earthmen, perhaps an exception could be made, and she could hardly think of a more interesting and noble individual, whatever his species.

After all, she already knew well that Martian and human anatomies were functionally fully compatible, and certainly she would not mind finding out whether green Martians were as sexually capable and versatile as the white ones.

"Good. That would have grossed me out. That one's creepy, just like that Jason Blood creep," Cassie said, shaking her head.

"What?" asked Diana, surprised out of her musings by Cassie's vehement assertion.

"I can't believe Mom had dinner with him last night. She can't be serious about him! He freaks me out. He's so-so-I just don't like him!" Cassie stammered, trying in vain to express her misgivings about Blood.

Diana frowned.

After the Morgainne incident, the Phantom Stranger had placed a mental block on Cassie to prevent her from revealing or even consciously acknowledging that Jason Blood was the mortal shell of the Etrigan the Demon. It was for the own good of the girl, the Stranger had explained, but Diana still felt that the psychic restrain was as unethical as a forced gag.

She would see about getting it undone.

"Look, there's the restaurant," said Diana, eager to change the subject. "Mike must be already tired of waiting for us".

Diana understood well how Cassie looked up to her, and if the girl resented that Jason Blood had begun dating her mother, she would certainly react badly to finding out that the Amazon Princess was now in a casual sexual relationship with Blood's other self, the demon Etrigan himself.

Etrigan must have gone to meet her just after Blood had dropped Helena off, Diana thought, recalling how she had spent most of the previous night with the demon, enjoying sex of a nature few mortal creatures could provide. She realized that being perhaps the most well-known superheroine in the world, having an affair with someone as notorious as Etrigan would hardly be something others would expect or understand of her, and that it could produce very controversial reactions. Even her mother, Queen Hippolyta, had in the past reacted badly to knowing about Diana's other liaisons with similarly unlikely partners, as Etrigan was not her first such lover by far.

Ever since arriving at Patriarch's World, Diana had experimented with sex with partners of very diverse natures, sometimes even including those of debatable humanity or dubious moralities. In her adventures as Wonder Woman, she had often met quite extraordinary, powerful beings which, despite maybe not being fully human, she had found quite physically attractive, and had ocassionally taken a few of these as lovers, even including some that she had first faced as foes in deadly combat. Despite her Mother's disapproval and her own frequent misgivings, many of her most intense sexual experiences ever had included dangerous beings who had been monstruous, evil, or both.

Perhaps she should have avoided getting involved in many of those less orthodox liaisons, but the danger and intense physical exertion of deadly combat could combine with the undeniable physical appeal of some of her most powerful enemies to produce actual sexual arousement. She normally would ignore it regarding those foes who proved unrepentantly evil, repelled by their malignant natures and conscious of the need for objetivity. But sometimes events and circumstances beyond her control had made her accept having sexual intercourse even with such an opponent, and despite her initial reluctance and distaste at participating in such acts in morally questionable situations, she had almost invariably found the sex itself to be quite pleasurable in a purely physical level.

Having found little success in stablishing lasting relationships with peers or other worthy prospects, her sexual life consisted mostly of casual sex found in the course of her adventures as Wonder Woman, and that this could involve ocassional enemies regularly was an uncomfortable but undeniable fact. While such liaisons could naturally never become any kind of prolongued relationship, she admitted that she did enjoy the satisfying sexual release they provided.

Etrigan had been the latest of such lovers, but things had become quite different.

Weeks ago, under the magical control of the sorceress Morgaine Le Fey, Etrigan had attacked Wonder Woman in the Gateway museum. After being released from the magical hold, Etrigan had agreed to help rescue Helena Sandsmark, Cassie's mother, who had been abducted by yet another demonic being allied with the sorceress. But Etrigan's assistance came only at a special price. In exchange for his aid against Morgaine, the Amazon Princess had to accept to willingly couple with the Demon.

She had little choice but to accept, and Etrigan did become essential in resuing Hellena, defeating the sorceress, and even saving Diana's life.

Having to honor her part of the agreement, Diana had to accept Etrigan as lover, and to her surprise, his inhuman physical prowess and centuries-old erotic skills proved capable of fulfilling her sexual needs far beyond any of her expectations. Even though the sex had resulted from his exploiting circumstance, which could be seen as a form of coercion and abuse, Diana considered that it still had been her free decision to accept the deal and honor it, and upon the astoundingly satisfying results, she had not minded being as generous as possible in fulfilling the terms of her obligation. It also was her decision to still continue as lovers even after that point.

After some uneasy deliberation, she had concluded that an on-going, purely carnal liaison with Etrigan was not against her principles or duties as Wonder Woman, since despite their opposing militant ideologies, and some past antagonist encounters, there were no pending grievances between them, having been allies more often than foes, and neither were there any hints of Etrigan having any motives for desiring her other than the obvious. Also, she had felt touched by the Demon's subtle signs of concern for her, perhaps beyond the simple desires of sexual dalliance, and had wondered if such a relationship could not become worthwhile beyond mere carnal satisfaction.

Diana had no high hopes that her involvement with the demon could change his less than benevolent nature, but still she felt compelled to try, and had decided that she would try to nurture any hidden goodness in Etrigan, while allowing herself to enjoy the physical benefits of their liaison, being was confident that she was in full control of the situation. It even was her request to act out the mock fight scenarios of their past couple of nights as both combat practice and foreplay, since she could both use the exercise with a new partner, and the adrenaline rush of the preliminary playful struggling made the final coupling even more exciting.

She also knew that sex with Etrigan held the wicked thrill of dallying with someone who was in so many ways totally wrong for her, a dangerous creature who offered the exciting risk of amoral unpredictability, but without having to relinquish her self-control or endure any of the danger or possible humiliation that was always inherent in even the most overwhelmingly pleasurable sex experienced with an enemy under the questionable circumstances of most of her adventures. She liked to think that she did not have an unhealthy attraction to such kinds of sex, and that she loved the particular appeals of these situations much like she loved the virtues of other forms of sex she also enjoyed whenever possible. But she understood that a casual, willing affair with Etrigan held most of the appeal of the darker and more controversial sex involving monstruous enemies, without her feeling that she was compromising her ethics.

She had rarely enjoyed such satisfying yet guilt-free casual sex. As they said in Man's World, she had kept her cake and eaten it, too.

But seeing now this situation from the perspective of her teenage friend, Diana felt some of her previous misgivings return. Was she hurting Cassie by taking part of such an unorthodox tangle involving Etrigan, his Jason Blood persona, and Cassie's mother? Blood's interest in Helena seemed genuine, but how distinct were Etrigan and Blood, really? Was she having sex with basically the same being who now dated Helena? Was she then cheating on her friend?

"Diana, Cassie! Over here!"

Abandoning for a moment her worries, Diana cheerfully waved back at the brown-haired, short man calling to them from a corner table of the small ethnic eatery. Mike Schorr was a police detective who had recently befriended Diana, risking his life bravely in her aid during Darkseid's brief invasion of her homeland of Themyscira. Greeting him warmly, and with Cassie's comments fresh in mind, Diana realized that Mike was really the kind of man with whom she should become involved with for a healthy, emotionally fulfilling relationship.

She did feel attracted to Mike, to his self-assurance and courage, and as she had told Cassie, she paid no importance to whatever shortcomings he could have regarding socially-desired appearances. Yet he could hardly satisfy her sexually at the level her superhuman past lovers had. The higher range of her powers were only manifested upon need, so Diana could limit herself to the normal strength levels of just another Amazon, considerably above most normal mankind, but which still allowed her to enjoy sex with a normal man or woman. But such sex, particularly with male-female couplings, could hardly compare with that involving someone or something gifted with superhuman strength and stamina. Someone with the usual western mores of conduct would expect her to become exclusive in her sexual behavior, but she could not contemplate giving up any time soon the kind of sex she had with beings like Etrigan, nor could she ever be unfaithful to a loved one's trust after agreeing to such restrictions. Thus, unless Mike were to prove unexpectedly open-minded and was willing to share her with others of very questionable natures, her having a stable normal relationship was currently impossible.

Perhaps that may change with time, if she later came to feel that she had explored enough the extremes of her sexuality, but even now, examining such ideas while chatting amiably with Mike and Cassie, she could not avoid recalling her exploits with the Demon during the previous night: the way he had skillfully caressed her with his strong, clawed hands and rough tongue, or the way he penetrated her with irresistible power, making her climax wildly. Their sex together kept getting just better and better with each day.

Looking up from her menu, Diana noticed that Mike was nervously trying to keep from staring at her chest as they talked. To her surprise, she realized that her nipples had become erect, and very noticeable despite the sweater's thick fabric. She blushed, realizing that even the simple memory of sex with Etrigan had been enough to arouse her so.

Suddenly, the whole restaurant erupted into chaos, and furniture, plates, silverware and people were hurled all around the surprised Amazon, but just as suddenly as it had begun, an instant later it was over.

With her superhuman reflexes, Diana had instantly shielded Cassie from being hurt by the flying glass shards and the cutting utensils, and her sweater now showed large gashes as evidence. Seeing that neither the young girl nor Mike had been hurt, she jumped out through the shattered front window to the street, finding outside a scene of wreckage like that left in the wake of a tornado.

"Was it a grenade?" Mike asked, coming behind her.

Before Diana could answer, a red blur, much too fast for normal eyes to see, rushed at Diana, and picked her up, taking her off her feet, to slam her bodily against a wall one block away, all in the space of a blink. Even as she gasped in shock at the assault, Diana suddenly found her lips covered by the mouth of a stranger, as a red-masked man pressed her against the wall, kissing her hungrily. Diana barely had time to raise her eyebrows in bafflement while the man's tongue probed into her mouth, still open in surprise, and his hands clumsily reached under her torn sweater to grab at her unconfined breasts. In the span of just an instant, she felt the man's hands try to encompass in vain the fullness of each large teat, kneading, pressing the soft yet firm flesh, while also rubbing and pinching the protruding sensitive nipples. Her indignant attempt to protest was muffled by the mouth eagerly kissing her.

Reacting at last in what felt like sluggish slowness, she tried to push away her unwanted suitor, only to be forcibly slammed again against the wall, the impact startling her with its power and suddenness. During that brief moment, her breasts were further kneaded and groped, her skirt was lifted up, her brief panties were ripped off in a flash, and she felt one hand cup boldly the soft flesh of her mound, while a second one reached back to grab a round, muscular buttock.

Before she could blink twice in amazement, she felt teeth bite hard one of her nipples, while the probing fingers at her pubis slid past her outer labia, seeking clumsily the entrance to her sex.

"ENOUGH!" she spat.

Concentrating upon moving as fast as possible, she marshaled the speed of Hermes, which could allow her to deflect machine gun fire with her bracelets, and pushed off her yet unidentified molester with a measure of superhuman strength.

Her eyes opened wide in astonishment.

"Flash?"

Fallen on the street, many meters away from her, was a man in the familiar red and gold suit of the world's fastest man, with a look of disorientation in his eyes. The man behind the mask appeared to be older than Wally West, the real Flash, and the red costume lacked its normal sheen, but whoever the impostor was, he apparently fully shared the Flash's power, as he stood up in one single too-fast-to-see motion.

"You're not the real Flash. Who are you?" Diana asked, before Cassie's surprised cry startled her and made her turn around.

Cassie and Mike had walked out of the restaurant just in time to see Diana suddenly disappear in a blur and immediately re-appear before a cracked wall a block away, her sweater now pulled over the proudly jutting breasts, and her skirt hiked fully up above her hips, exposing her long legs and the trimmed wedge of pubic hair. Cassie barely noticed the strange red-garbed man standing by her friend as she had cried out in shock at Diana's state of exposure. Mike, standing next to Cassie, could only gape open-mouthed at the sight of the Amazon's exposed voluptuousness.

The whole assault, Wonder Woman realized, had taken just a couple of seconds, and those without enhanced reaction time had been unable to follow the high speed motions.

Just as the startled Diana reached to cover herself with embarrassment, the Flash impersonator suddenly moved, spinning one arm in a circle, creating a gust of hurricane-like wind that floored everyone in the street. Turning around, he speed away, out of sight in the blink of an eye.

Retrieving her golden lasso from her fallen purse with superhuman speed of her own, Diana used her other gift from Hermes and took to the air, seeking to locate the vanishing speedster. Following his path was easy, as the atmospheric disturbance his super-fast motion left a trail of wreckage in its wake, with shattered windows and scattered pedestrians as collateral effects of such speeds.

Still in civilian attire, Diana flew after him, at the maximum flight speed possible in the confined spaces between buildings. A frantic chase ensued as she pitted the greater mobility of her flying power against his superior speed, even as she attempted to minimize the peripheral damages caused by his reckless motion.

He was completely indifferent to the consequences of his actions, she realized, rushing to catch in mid-air a couple thrown off a terrace by the created winds created by his passage. Was such behavior any less reproachable than intentional malevolence?

He ran down streets as easily as up and down the sides of building, changing direction abruptly without any apparent motivation, so his motions were too erratic for her to anticipate him usefully.

As the fake Flash ran straight at a building wall in a cul-de-sac, the Amazon rushed after him, thinking him trapped, ready to intercept if he tried to run up the walls or to the sides. But without pausing, the speedster ran straight through the wall, harmlessly passing through the platered brick surface.

Cursing her having forgotten the Flash's power to vibrate through matter, Diana immediately flew up and over the building, rushing down the opposite side at full speed, seeing her opportunity. His velocity may decrease while needing to concentrate on vibrating into intangibility, and if he kept the same direction she could trap him, with the one thing he would not be able to vibrate through: her magic lasso.

Just as the runner emerged from the building's wall, Wonder Woman whipped her golden lariat at a nearby hydrant and pulled it taut, and he tripped on the golden length of rope and was sent tumbling over the surface of the street, his momentum carrying him several painful meters before he ground to a silent stop.

"Are you alright?" Diana asked, flying to the fallen man with sincere concern, afraid that the fall could have harmed him seriously.

She could not react fast enough as the man suddenly sprang up. Raising her hands, and trying to crouch into a defensive position, she was shocked to feel her own lasso wrap around her body while the red blur sped around her. The unbreakable magic lariat had been turned against her.

As the speedster pulled hard on the end of the rope, her tangled feet shot off the ground, and she fell, losing the grip she had held on the lasso's end. She tried desperately to free herself from the many coils suddenly binding her arms and legs in confusing and seemingly random patterns. With the lasso still held in her hand, she could have willed the bindings to untie, but with it solely in her enemy's hand, she was bound in its unbreakable length.

She was in trouble.

Her opponent approached the fallen, bound Amazon, and after a moment's hesitation, he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, moving in the blink of an eye to a nearby abandoned junkyard, vibrating both of them easily through the tall fence of rusty corrugated metal sheets.

Without ceremony he unslung the Amazon Princess from his shoulder and slammed her hard against the ground. Moving too fast to see, he retied the heroine's bonds again and again changing her position, always too fast to allow her to capitalize on the many infinitesimal intervals of release, as he tried out multiple sets of bondage permutations one after the other, taxing even her considerable flexibility.

After many consecutive changes, she was left face-up in a position resembling that of bridging exercises in wrestling. Her hands were tied to her ankles, with her legs bent and spread widely, leaving each foot planted on the ground just below each respective hip, so she could only lift up her hips and arch her back, supporting herself just on her feet, neck and upper shoulders as she struggled against her bonds.

Knowing that brute force would be useless against the integrity of the lasso, Diana tried to focus instead on flying upwards, even in her contorted posture, away from the ground and her opponent, but the magic lasso binding her had been pulled and stretched to nearly impossible length in multiple directions, making a maze-like pattern of criss-crossing lines above them, while looping around pieces of rusting heavy machinery, nearby buildings, and even through open potholes in the adjacent streets. Her trying to fly up had felt like attempting to lift the whole neighborhood along, and she feared that a mighty enough effort to fly up and escape could cause serious damage to the structures used as anchors, emperiling lives.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this? How did you get the Flash's powers and costume-" she asked with righteous indignation, before the silent assailant closed her mouth with his. He kissed her with hungry fury while his hands ripped to shreds her clothing in less than a second, exposing completely her body as she lay helpless in her less than modest position.

Abruptly, the man sprang back, his hand wiping blood from his lips. Her teeth had missed the tongue, but she had managed to graze the rapidly disengaging lips in a powerful bite that could have ripped off his flesh. Yet the man had not made a single sound.

A sonic boom shook the place as the man slapped Diana at super speed. The blow turned her face, and her long hair was tossed aside in whip-like fashion by the motion. As strong as Wonder Woman was, a blow at such speeds carried enough kinetic energy to hurt even her at enhanced levels of strength.

"You bastard!" Diana spat, following with curses in the Amazon Hellenic dialect, that soon reached the near limits of her modest store of profanity. It was at times like this when her limited knowledge of foul language proved unpractical. But before she could continue berating her attacker, she found that her mouth had been gagged with a torn strip from her own skirt.

The man moved again on top of the Amazon Princess, his head going to her torso, choosing to return Diana's attack in kind by roughly grabbing the full orbs of her breasts and biting cruelly on her sensitive nipples. He nibbled the rosy buds with machine-like intensity, while mashing and groping the firm teats with his hands, making Diana wince and grit her teeth at the pain. Someone with less resilient tissues could be injured by such an attack, Diana realized. Still, the rough attentions made the nipples react, and they hardened, with the large aureolae swelling slightly above the curvature of the perfectly shaped breasts.

After a couple of minutes of such rough fondling and biting, the man leaned back and licking his lips with a smug expression, and pulled down the waist of his red tights, freeing his erect penis, proceeding then to position himself between Diana's spread legs.

Diana protested with muffled complaints, struggling against her bonds, cursing her foolishness. She had allowed herself to be outmaneuvered by the difficult nature of her oponent's powers and his unsettling resemblance to a friend and fellow hero, but she could not let this absurd situation result in her violation. But in her desperation, she could not think of any way out. Yet there had to be one. There always was.

With his brow furrowing in effort, the false Flash's hips pushed forward, again and again, but his mouth only tightened in grimaces of discomfort, instead of any expression of success. Hard as he tried, he could not force himself inside her. Finally he stepped back, frowning, and reaching down, he tried to force his way into her with his fingures, but to no avail.

Diana smiled inwardly. Though inmobilized, there was no way she would allow him to enter her. Not even beings of immensely superior physical strength could penetrate her if she could focus on keeping her strong vaginal muscles clenched. She was ready to withstand any amount of punishment. It would take more than this cheap copy to break her resistance.

The frustrated assailant leaned over her, his hands going again to her breasts, roughly pinching at the hardening nipples at fast intervals, while his mouth went to the exposed mound of her sex, below the wedge of softly curled pubic hair. His lips traced the contours of the outer labia's soft pink flesh, and spreading the soft folds open with his fingers, he licked sloppily at the bound heroine's vagina.

Diana frowned as his tongue licked at her sensitive folds, erratically meandering all over the exposed treasure of silken flesh. His motions were clumsy, unsure of where to go, of what to do.

Just like the kiss, Wonder Woman thought, baffled. Surely he could not think that such an inept attempt at oral sex could break her resolve. Non-sentient beings had licked her far better than this.

Suddenly his motions grew faster and faster, and his tongue and lips became blurs, moving all over her sex, licking, kissing, sucking and biting at the delicate flesh in wild bursts of motion.

Wonder Woman gasped in surprise, and to her disbelief, after several long seconds of the feverish actions, she began to breath in sharply. Incompetent as the attacker was in the finesse of oral sex, the sheer density of super fast caresses was making up for the lack of skill. At the speed her opponent moved, even if only one out of two dozen licks hit a proper spot, she was still getting the equivalent of long minutes or maybe even hours of cunnilingus, concentrated in just mere seconds.

She tensed and gasped for breath each time her foe's tongue by chance happened to brush at her clitoris, and the stimulation soon prompted the hardening nub to shyly emerge from its hood, making her even more sensitive to the random caresses. The oral assault on her sex was becoming more and more effective, and soon, she could not deny that it was affecting her, as she began to lubricate copiously, and her fragrant vaginal juices were hungrily lapped by her assailant. She found herself fighting the urge to moan.

He was slowly getting the hang of cunnilingus, Diana realized, worrying at her predicament, as she had no delusions about the ultimate intention of her capture. In reflection, her foe had never shown any motivation or interest except in showing off his powers and getting to her. Had his attempt to escape been merely a ruse to trap her? To set her up for being raped? If so, he had gotten too close to success for comfort, and using his powers to make up for lack of skill, he had almost made her ready for it. Even if she was sure that she could resist the caresses no matter how effective they became, she could still imagine several ways in which the powers of the Flash could allow him to take her by force.

She could not allow such a thing.

Growing bolder, the false Flash tried to insert his index finger into her now moist vagina, even as he continue assaulting her with his tongue. But even as she began to squirm with the erratic but inexorably growing pleasure, Diana immediately tightened her powerful vaginal inner muscles, blocking the entrance of the invading digit.

Frowning at her resistance, the man made his finger start to vibrate, making Wonder Woman's eyes open wide at the effect. This was what she had feared. He was now exploring how to better apply his powers on her. Sliding his vibrating finger insistently along her moist slit while continuing the oral ministrations, he began to chip away at Diana's resistance. Clumsy as he was, the frequency and intensity of the vibrations were beginning to affect her more deeply, and when the finger, vibrating now at almost supersonic speeds, happened to flick at her swollen clitoris in multiple succession, Diana's body reacted, tensing and relaxing in involuntarily succession for an instant, betraying her to the intense stimulation.

Making use of this, her attacker forcefully thrust his finger into her.

Diana winced at the intrusion, clenching her vaginal muscles in response to the sudden pain. Despite the lubrication of her unwanted arousement, her vagina was still more than tight enough to feel discomfort even if entered by a normal finger, something undiminished even by her past feats of accommodating the endowments of Centaur and Minotaur alike.

She had instantly focused on contracting her vaginal muscles again, trapping the invading digit before it could slide more than an inch inside her, but at her resistance, the attacker made his trapped finger start to vibrate at rhythmically-varying frequencies inside her, the internal massage seeking to force her strong inner muscles to relax. Despite herself, Diana was soon moaninginto her gag.

Acknowledging the Amazon's response, the fake Flash located her quite visible clitoris with his thumb and began to rub it furiously with all the power at his command, moving at speeds impossible to conceive by a normal man, while the vibrations of his trapped finger rose to a feverish pitch, and his tongue and lips became too fast to follow, turning into a blur over her labia.

Diana's eyes opened wide in shock, and a muffled cry escaped her gagged mouth. He was rubbing her at an unbelievable pace that would have burned her a normal woman's flesh raw in seconds. Even with her already abundantly flowing juices, the friction made her sex feel like a furnace, and she began to toss and shake, arching her back and raising her body off the ground as the relentlessness of the assault started to overwhelm her senses.

Despite Wonder Woman's determination to resist, her struggling against her bonds soon became of a far different nature, as she began to strain against the unbreakable coils of the lasso with erotic fervor. Her voluptuous yet muscular body became covered with sweat, making her flawless skin glow, and both her high-set, glistening breasts shook and jiggled almost up against her chin as she arched her back again and again, her thigh muscles tensing with spasms, clearly signaling her rapidly approaching climax in face of the unstoppable, frenzied assault.

Yet she fought against being overpowered by the sensations, refusing to yield to the pleasure, her anger at his abuse and the infuriating feeling of helplessness both becoming anchors for her will to resist.

She knew that she was so close to the brink of an orgasm, that if he attempted to mount her now, she would be hard pressed to stop it. Instead, she had to prepare herself for penetration, and be ready to clench her inner muscles with her full superhuman strength just as he entered her, determined to crush his manhood inside her instantly, to make him pay dearly for his attempt to violate her. Her timing had to be perfect, or at her state of arousal, she may not be able to control her body's reactions if he managed to start thrusting into her with the irresistible rhythmn his powers could allow.

She stopped trying to hold her muffled moans and cries back, and allowed her body to buckle and squirm freely in response to the caresses, trying to goad her attacker into entering her precisely by displaying her readiness. She had to lure him into it before her rapidly approaching orgasm made her necessary concentration impossible.

Yet the caresses continued, and she felt the climax build like an unstoppable tidal wave in her loins, readying to flood her into blissful oblivion.

What was he waiting for? she thought angrily, as she shuddered with her growing pleasure. How could he fail to see that she was more than ready?

Just as the thought crossed her mind, the false Flash was already moving on top of her, his pants gathered around his ankles. But instead of settling between her legs, he moved over her torso, sliding his penis between the sweat-covered globes of her bosom, and his hands pressed the generous teats around his member as for two seconds it became a red-hot blur of motion inside her forced cleavage.

And then it was over.

Diana opened her eyes in shock. The false Flash was now lying back in the ground before her, breathing heavily, his penis already limp, looking ridiculous with his red pants bunches around the yellow boots. Her breasts, still heaving with her exertions and breathless anticipation, were splattered with white gobs of sticky ejaculate, and she could feel more of it on her face. The jism covering her face and trembling bosom still felt warm.

Diana shook her head in disbelief. He had started barely seconds ago.

For an instant she know not whether to feel anger at the humilliating spray of semen of her face and body, relief at not having been entered after all by her attacker, or indignation at the abrupt interruption of her stimulation instants before she would have been made to orgasm.

Settling on a combination of all, Diana tried to scream at the fallen man, her gag turning her words to senseless muffled noises, and then she realized that her collapsed attacker had let go of her lasso.

With a grunt, she twisted powerfully and rose up into the air, a handspan above the ground, and focusing on the contact of the golden threads on her flesh, she spun like a gravity-defying top in mid-air, just as she willed the magic lasso to unbind itself from the surroundings, now that no other will asserted itself on it.

Instants later, she stood, unboud and naked, before her fallen attacker, her face flushed with furious anger and reluctant frustration.

"YOU CREEP!" she cried through gritted teeth, with an expression that would have been fearsome in less angelic features.

The fake Flash looked up at the enraged Amazon beauty. Maybe even speedsters slowed down considerably after ejaculation, or his strange expression meant something completely different. He appeared baffled, as if he somewhow had expected no further action after his ejeculation. He tried to get up, but his efforts were hindered by the spandex pants bunched around his ankles and Wonder Woman cleanly landed a kick into his chest with barely restrained force.

The man's mouth gaped soundlessly as he was thrown backwards several feet, his ribs doubtlessly aching from the blow, if not altogether cracked. Before he could move or complain, Wonder Woman was on top of him, effortlessly lifting him up over her head, and she slammed him against the ground like a rag doll, again and again.

Controlling her fury with the hardened discipline of the experienced warrior she was, Diana stopped before her punishment became too much. Placing one knee on the prone man's chest while keeping a painful elbow lock on one outstretched arm, she looked hard at the barely conscious man's eyes.

"Who are you? Why did you assault me? How did you get these powers? Why did you-? Hera, what sort of immature imbecile are you?"

There was no answer.

She pulled off his mask, and was shocked to recognize the battered face. She had seen it in films and photos at the JLA files. It was not Wally West, but it looked like she had indeed been abused by the Flash. "Barry Allen?"

The resemblance to the former Flash was perfect, down to the old-fashioned crew cut hairdo that Allen had worn for many years.

"But that's impossible. Barry Allen is dead," Diana muttered, astonished. "He died as a hero during the Crisis. Who-What are you?"

In that moment, the man's figure began to shimmer, and before Diana could do a thing, her captive dissolved into insubstantial glowing dust, leaving her holding nothing. Even the sperm that had been slowly dripping from her high-set breasts and chin vanished into glimmering near-nothingness.

"Merciful Aphrodite, what was the meaning of this? Who or what attacked me?" she asked out loud in bafflement, standing up and looking around her. She seemed to be completely alone in the desolate lot, and her fallen lasso and the tattered remains of her street clothes were all that remained of the ordeal.

Fortunately the lot appeared completely isolated, she realized. as she collected her wits, noticing that all windows in the buildings around her were boarded-up, or part of old, darkened warehouses, seemingly devoid of possible spectators. Could it be that no one had realized what had just taken place?

She would have to fly unnoticed to get some clothes before seeking Cassie, she decided. She had never been ashamed of her nude body, but there was no need for people to speculate on what had transpired. The chase and her ordeal had played out in just a handful of minutes, and she had no reason to spell out its details. Not that she fully understood them .

Placing her hands on her hips, with both feet set wide apart, her glorious nakedness clothing her as no fabric ever could, Wonder Woman frowned with determination. She would get to the bottom of it, she decided. Bending down to pick up her lasso and what remained of her clothes, Diana realized that her legs were still shaking faintly, and her sex was still damp with unfulfilled arousal.

She decided that speedsters were most likely not her thing.

---

Meanwhile, in a high-security restricted-access room at the Gateway City S.T.A.R. Labs, a robot arm came to life and removed a storage cartridge from a reader device, placing it along similar others in a storage rack. After a moment of strangely non-mechanical indecision, the arm removed a new cartridge from the rack and inserted it into the reader.

Softly, an assortment of devices began to hum, slowly coming to life again.

LEVEL 2: SOMETHING SINESTRO THIS WAY COMES

The red-skinned humanoid sat in mid-air, legs crossed nonchalantly, his butt resting on nothingness. Below him, several city blocks lay devastated as a yellow energy beam directed from his right hand had cut a swath of destruction, carving among the buildings the giant letters that spelled one name: Wonder Woman.

Princess Diana of Themyscira flew up into the skies of Gateway City, to face him, answering the summons. She wore her well-known attire of red, blue, white and gold, which seemed to emphasize, more than cover, the perfect balance of muscularity and voluptuousness of her tall figure. The golden breastplate worked into her bustier barely contained the exuberance of the full, high-set breasts. The blue star-patterned bottom was cut close below her slender waist, accentuating the graceful length of her well-muscled high-booted legs, while barely covering a fraction of the round fullness of her firm buttocks. The long, dense mane of shiny black hair fell in soft curls around her long neck and wide shoulders. If the astounding body was not enough to induce arrhythmia in most man and many women, her features, with the delicate straight nose, full lips, and large thickly-lashed eyes of crystal-clear blue, were the ideal most beauty queens and supermodels could only aspire to, breathtakingly beautiful yet full of character, without the generic blandness of the surgically-enhanced. But those lovely features were now set in a stern frown of determination, and the luscious body was ready to be used for deadly combat.

The being eyeing with apparent amused contempt the exquisite woman facing him, was upon close examination, not exactly a man. His face was thin, stretched into a length far beyond the human norm, and the shape of the skull and the pointed ears, made him resemble the stereotypical humanoid aliens of low-budget television Sci-Fi series. His skin was a bright red unlike that of any human ethnic group, and the build of his body made him appear almost emaciated in its thinness.

To many inhabitants of certain other worlds, or maybe to the former citizens of Coast City, the identity of Sinestro, renegade member of the now-defunct cosmic police force called the Green Lantern Corps, would have been instantly obvious, but in order to confirm his identity, Wonder Woman had to needed to rely first on police reports, and then on the confirmation of Oracle, the secret computer-expert and unofficial data hound and advisor to the superhero community. The identifying images had come from Police choppers just before being destroyed by the energies released casually from the power ring on Sinestro's finger. Besides the chopper crews, the villains' rampage in the city's industrial sector had left over a hundred casualties, and many more were still counted missing. Still, if the dossier on the villain that Oracle had provided was accurate, the potential for destruction at the villain's hand could easily dwarf those numbers.

Wonder Woman approached the passive humanoid with cold caution, aware that it was as dangerous a one-on-one superhuman confrontation as it could be. The Qwardian power ring at Sinestro's command was in theory every bit as powerful and versatile as that of her Justice League teammate Green Lantern. Its energies could do anything which the wielder could conceive, and in the hands of someone as reputedly ruthless as Sinestro, it could easily become an instrument of genocide.

Diana's attempts to contact Green Lantern through the JLA had been fruitless. Kyle Rayner was somewhere out of contact range, perhaps busy at some crisis of his own. She had then asked Oracle to keep monitoring the situation, and to mobilize any available Justice League members if she proved unable to stop Sinestro.

Meanwhile, this was her fight. In more ways than one.

If what Wonder Woman suspected was correct, all the carnage had been performed just to get her attention, for reasons that had her steaming in both worry and anger.

Deadly serious as the threat was, she suspected that this Sinestro was a fake.

According to Oracle, Sinestro was supposed to be dead, killed by former Green Lantern Hal Jordan, and though the reports of most villains' deaths tended to be greatly exaggerated, this bit of info supported Wonder Woman's suspicion: that the villain now facing her was most likely a copy of the real Sinestro, a duplicate complete with identical likeness and workable powers, just like the other doppelganger she had recently fought.

Two days past, the Amazon Princess had been attacked by a perfect copy of a deceased hero, the Barry Allen Flash, who had also wrecked havoc on Gateway City apparently with the sole intention of attracting her attention in order to attack her, and attempt to assault her sexually, something which the heroine had not managed to thwart completely, to her chagrin. As she had finally captured the impostor, he had vanished from her grasp, apparently dissolving into dust in her hands, a disincorporation that nowhere resembled any of the teleporting methods she had ever seen, either magical or technological, so it had probably involved a kind of remote or self-destruction, hinting at a disposable and thus artificial nature.

It made sense. All other speedsters Wonder Woman knew were hardly the kind to assault her with such intent, and had no way to adopt Allen's faces. A clone could not easily duplicate accidentally-gained powers like those of the Flash, and J'onn J'onzz aside, all known shape-changers could emulate shape but not paranormal powers, and J'onn superhuman speed could not match the Flash's with as much fidelity as she had seen.

Could the real Sinestro's ring create such a life-like, anatomically functioning simulacrum? Perhaps, but all ring constructs were in theory monochromatic, not life-colored, and the impostor's behavior had clearly shown a resident or on/board consciousness, not the detached control of a puppeteer.

That meant the impostor was most likely a magical or high-technology construct, created to emulate the dead hero. Or in the case of Sinestro, a dead villain.

But who had the magic or science for such a thing? It seemed to far from Circe's normal methods, and though Wonder Woman had met first-hand lifelike androids and mechanical constructs fully enabled for complete sexual performance, the intimate contact her body had with the impostor's flesh, and his behavior, made her believe it was not merely some programmed machine. Not even the Shaggy Man, or Amazo and other Professor Ivo androids had ever felt so genuine to her touch or evidenced such realistic human behavior, even including premature ejaculation. Oracle had also confirmed that Ivo was still incarcerated and cut off from his devices.

Still ignoring who was responsible, the only dubious advantage Wonder Woman had from the knowledge of this Sinestro's fakeness, was being fully aware of his most probable intentions. He had plainly called out for her, after all. Like the Flash, most likely he wanted to fight her, with the desire to force her into sexual intercourse.

Perhaps her enemy had sought to rape her only as part of a larger wish to humiliate and ultimately destroy her, but she thought otherwise. Her attacker seemed to have sought the sex not as an act of violence, but for personal satisfaction, and strangely, also with a desire to make her enjoy it as well, perhaps to both enjoy her body and achieve a sense of having conquered her by forcing her to enjoy her violation.

This attention failed to flatter Wonder Woman at all. That someone was so obsessed with the possession of her body, to the point of performing such destructive rampages, both horrified her and filled her with cold fury. Such disregard for human life for the petty sake of fulfilling a mere carnal desire made whoever was responsible someone deserving of the harshest punishment.

She was fully aware that her physical appearance made her desirable to many of the enemies she often faced, both male and female, and often had to fight off sexual attacks during her adventures. She had even been involved sexually with other enemies, sometimes in far less than benign circumstances, but most often it resulted in sparing others from harm, as she took literally the credo of making love instead of war. She deplored bloodshed, and to avoid it at all costs, she had occasionally shared her body with some of her deadliest enemies, with very few regrets. She saw violence as truly the last resource, and sex was a far preferable answer to death, even that of her enemy.

She would have hardly continued to use such revealing garb as her Wonder Woman outfit if she minded exposing her body generously, or was unprepared to accept the consequences of how her looks affected others. While she did not think appearances were acceptable motives for vanity, she took pride in herself, included how she looked, and disregarded with disdain the pathetic shame-filled prejudices on nudity and casual sex that poisoned Man's Society.

Yet to find that her sex appeal caused had motivated violence such as this, made her feel furious at both her foe and herself, feeling guilty for how her look casually flaunted her body and her sexuality. She grimly wondered how much of the current destruction was directly her fault.

But her Wonder Woman costume was the designated garb of honor of the Amazon Champion, representative of Themyscira to the world. Even it created negative effects in others, to renounce it in favor of another design would be actually a surrender, an acceptance of the expectatives of a society filled with fear, hypocrisy and repression. Why should the sickness of men restrict her freedom of choice, of expression?

Yet such meditations had to wait. She could not allow her doubts to interfere with the immediate of first defeating her enemy.

The Amazon Princess flew past the villain in a blur, trying to get him to follow her, to move away from the inhabited areas, but the villain remained hovering in place, refusing to play along. He had called for Wonder Woman, and she had to come to him.

Frustrated at having to play on the villain's terms, a shaky proposition under most combat situations, Wonder Woman warily approached her foe. The strategic disadvantages of matching her mostly close-quarters powers against a long-range energy manipulator were clear in her mind, but she was more concerned about the safety of the people beneath than about her own. Although it would be more expedient to empty her mind of distractions to better approach combat, she could not avoid still hearing the cries of the many wounded below. Her main concern was protecting the innocent, specially if she partially responsible for their plight.

Hovering a few feet away, Wonder Woman confronted the villain, ready for anything.

"Sinestro!" she called out, bound by her sense of honor into the empty formality. "I am here. Whoever you really are, stop this."

Sinestro glared at her, and smiled.

"What do you want of me?" she asked, as she felt his perverse gaze run over her body, lingering on the exposed skin of long legs and generous cleavage.

In a instant, a tendril of energy sped out from the power ring, growing into a giant yellow hand that tried to grab her in midair.

With a burst of speed, Diana easily evaded the glowing hand, rushing at Sinestro for a quick decisive strike. But her attack struck an energy globe which suddenly encased the villain. As she involuntarily ricocheted off the energy shield, it grew numerous tentacle-like appendages that sought to trap the Amazon. Maneuvering gracefully in her flight, Wonder Woman avoided the many energy coils and misshapen oversized hands and pincers with little effort, as they flailed clumsily at her.

Obviously, she thought, controlling multiple energy constructs was harder than the ringwielder had imagined.

Suddenly the extensive grid of extended energy coils contracted back into a closed grid around the Amazon, shaping a cage of golden glowing metal bars, trapping her, and Sinestro smiled with glee. But his joy was short lived. The cage's material proved no match for Wonder Woman's strength, as she grabbed the bars and tore them apart into fragments.

Sinestro hurriedly gathered the nimbus of scattered energies around him, and his protective shield formed barely in time to block the powerful strike from the flying Princess.

His concentration was apparently not capable of handling simultaneous applications, Diana realized. But before she could find a way to use this in her favor, Sinestro sped away, enveloped in a glowing cocoon. Diana pursued him, dodging the energy darts and projectiles he shot blindly behind as he fled.

Reaching the river bisecting the city, Sinestro turned around and shot a barrage of ring-crated projectiles of all sizes and types at the heroine, all of which were deflected or destroyed in contact with the metal bracelets on her wrists, as she moved her arms in a blur of blocking motions.

Frowning, Sinestro aimed his fist directly at the Amazon, and narrowed his eyes.

She barely had chance to slide aside before the air ionized in the wake of a powerful focused plasma-like energy beam. There was no way even a superhumanly fast object could evade a beam of radiant energy, as its destructive effect traveled at the same speed of the light needed to see the incoming object, but Diana's superhuman reflexes allowed her to dodge it an instant before it was shot, by reacting at the last second to the direction of the aiming ring-wearing hand, as pure energy beams were limited to straight lines.

With feverish desperation Sinestro tried to hit the heroine with his shots, trying vainly to follow the zigzagging figure of the Amazon as she approached him, weaving wild patterns of avoidance. In an instant, she was on top of him, her fist a blur aimed at his face. Unable to correct his aim in time, Sinestro apparently panicked and his ring released a wide burst of unfocused energy. The blinding spray of furious plasma bathed the heroine, just before Sinestro was sent flying backwards away from the clash.

The ring had managed to protect Sinestro from Wonder Woman's blow just as the energy burst had hit her, making the strike miss and barely grace the villain. Still, his jaw hung loose now, clearly broken by the mere light touch of the deflected strike. Sinestro cradled his face in obvious pain, yet he voiced no cry or complain, every bit as eerily silent as the fake Flash had been.

Shaken but unharmed, Wonder Woman halted her fall as she recovered from the energy burst. Its wide focus had enabled it to hit her, but had also dissipated most of its power, allowing the bracelet held before her in striking guard to protect her face. Although she was not really invulnerable, the superhuman resilience of her body had assimilated the remaining impact and heat without serious harm.

The same could not be said of her garb. The cloth of her costume had been torn and scorched irregularly, exposing even more of her figure. The front part of her midriff was almost gone, the remaining fabric precariously holding to the bustier's metal-layered top, which although mostly intact, had almost slid down, uncovering part of the right breast, displaying one rosy nipple and aureole, while the tattered star-patterned panties now barely covered her mound and exposed part of the wedge-shaped trimmed patch of her pubic hair. With a snap, Sinestro's ring set his jaw in place, and he turned and took in the partial nakedness of the beautiful heroine.

Diana wondered if the ring had also dampened his pain while Sinestro smiled lasciviously at her. She had to stop him before he learned to better use the ring.

She needed a way to bridge the distance between them without opening herself to him, but how? In the air, there was nothing she could against him, and using her lasso would be ineffective against his shields, being only solidified energy.

Just as she pondered this, Sinestro once again turned tail and fled; this time, going towards Gateway City's main traffic bridge, whose lanes were crowded with the numerous cars of the populace that sought to evacuate the area.

Before Diana's shocked eyes, Sinestro sped over the center of the bridge, his ring projecting a thin beam of intense power, which sliced through the bridge's cross section like a knife through the proverbial hot butter.

The just-cut thick support cables snaked whip-like in the air, and the thick steel sections of the bridge slabs groaned at twisted, unable to support the weight of the sectioned platforms.

With a loud screech, the bridge began to fall.

"NO!" Wonder Woman cried out as she rushed down, her lasso flashing out like a live thing.

The unbreakable magic lasso wrapped itself many times around the falling bridge sections, its golden length stretching impossibly at her command. Setting her feet wide apart in mid-air, Diana grabbed tightly her end of the lasso and with a grunt of effort, she pulled it taut.

The image was astounding. Several stories high in the air, the Amazon Princess stood upon nothing, holding with all her strength onto the end of her magic lasso, keeping with it the bridge in place, allowing dozens of startled drivers tried to drive their cars off the damaged sector.

"HURRY UP! EVACUATE THE BRIDGE NOW!" she screamed, her body turned into a corded mass of tense muscles by the strain of her feat.

Below her, panic and desperation to escape made cars crash and overturn, slowing the fleeing traffic almost to a halt.

"No! No! It can't be!" she muttered, seeing the chaos erupting in the doomed lanes below. She knew that she could not hold the bridge up indefinitely.

Although she could be almost as strong as Superman himself, Wonder Woman's strength was of a different nature. Despite being perhaps the most perfect Amazon of all, and thus physically above normal humankind, Diana was still human, her body was not the ultradense and naturally invulnerable physique of the powerful Kryptonian, and her basic strength could be merely that of an exceptional Amazon. Just as gravity held her down when she did not will herself to fly, all her superhuman powers were gifts of the Olympian gods, and to use them, Diana had to will them into action, and even when at her most enhanced resilience she was still vulnerable to bullet fire and incisions.

In this moment of need, Diana called upon the gifts of Demeter as rarely before, concentrating on marshalling the strength needed to support untold tons of steel and concrete, and the minor addendum of humanity. The task was more difficult as she had to also focus on keeping her position in the air, combining the gift of flight from Hermes with a conscious fixing up of her position against Gaea, the Earth below her, the basic source of all her strength. Anchored thus by focusing on her magical powers, Diana accomplished the feat that defied science as without any apparent leverage at all, she held the bridge up while suspended on the air, her body straining with the effort of channeling enough strength and will to do the job.

Noticing the people below her leaving their trapped cars and hurrying away on foot, she called out anew to them.

"HURRY! I WON'T BE ABLE TO HOLD THIS FOR LONG!"

As she gritted her teeth with effort, Diana heard a noise and looked up.

Hovering slightly above her and to a side was Sinestro, clapping in mock admiration. The sound of his hands contrasted ominously with his silent demeanor.

"No! Let me save these people!" she demanded, cold sweat appearing on her brow.

Sinestro only smiled. Levitating closer to her, he extended an arm and ran a finger lightly over the skin of her shoulder, lowering it towards her breast, where he began to slide it slowly along the deep cleft made between her breasts, beginning high on her chest where her ample teats were pressed together by the confining bustier and her straightened, straining arms, until at last reaching the edge of the already displaced top.

"You bastard," Diana spat as Sinestro forced down with deliberate slowness the heroine's top, fully exposing the rest of her abundant bosom, well below the nipples.

In her anger, Diana contemplated for an instant kicking at the villain, but just a minor adjustment in her grip to test her balance had made the bridge section below her shudder.

She could not dare to move. There were lives depending on her.

Their eyes met, both plainly aware of her situation. With an even wider smile, Sinestro grabbed the exposed breasts roughly, his fingers digging into her firm yet softly yielding flesh, and he squeezed and pulled the round teats in every direction. His fingers lingered on the rosy nipples, pinching and pulling on the tempting buds, bending and stretching them. Despite the superior resilience of her tissues, which made her round breasts jut out proudly with no sag at all from high on her torso, making the perfectly shaped orbs appear even larger than their already considerable size, her breasts were actually softer than what they appeared, and much more sensitive than that of most women, particularly at her nipples. Sinestro's clumsy groping and ravenous bites were quite painful, yet she refused to acknowledge it at all. She did not want her discomfort to give him any satisfaction.

"Who are you?" she asked, disdain heavy in her voice. "Is this why you're doing this, you sorry bastard? People died, only because you wanted to fuck me? What kind of madness is that?"

He ignored her words, and his hands left her breasts, replacing his fingers with his mouth. He kissed, licked and bit at her sore bust, while his hands ran down the graceful curve of her torso and the slender waist, her tensed muscles vibrating beneath the soft skin. His hands reached back along her hips for the round globes of her prominent buttocks. The normally taut muscles were now rock-hard with her current efforts. His fingers strained to part the powerfully contracted gluteus muscles, seeking access to the valley between, yet found no success.

"Don't even think about it," she muttered, knowing that it would take much more than Sinestro's barely human-level strength to achieve his intent.

But the ring in the villain's right hand glowed with strength-enhancing power, allowing the fiend to force his fingers into and down along the deep cleft between the taut globes, sliding to the side the remaining thong-like strip of blue cloth of her torn bottom. He then caressed the tender flesh of the perineum and the sensitive entrance to her anus, while his teeth bit down viciously onto her right nipple, making Diana wince, fury burning in her eyes.

"You'll pay for this," she spat, closing her eyes. She had to focus on her task, she could not spare the concentration to insult him at length.

Sinestro's teeth nibbled one nipple and then the other in rapid succession, and one of his hands slid back to the front of her lower body, moving towards her pubis. She felt the long digits slide amongst her soft pubic hair to caress the outer labia, exposed by the spread legs of her stance and the ruin of her bottom, while his other hand tried vainly to force a finger into her anus.

Diana closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, trying to focus on the taut rope in her hands and nothing else, growing furious with frustration and revulsion. She trusted that tensed as she was, her taut vaginal and anal muscles would keep Sinestro from his purpose, but she was otherwise helpless to stop him from taking advantage of her situation, unless she was willing to release the bridge and allow the people still in it to plummet to their deaths. She began to tremble with both the effort of her feat and her indignation.

Wonder Woman often had to endure bondage at the hands of her foes, and knew well the fury and frustration born of even temporary helplessness, which could also make her enter a heightened state of awareness to better prepare her for opportunities of escape, and which had other collateral effects. Mostly this came from being rendered captive by brute physical force, powerful magical or technological restrains, or even her own lasso. Yet the only thing keeping her now from escaping her assailant's unwanted touch was her own determination, she only had to chose to forfeit the lives of the people below.

Being completely free to act, yet still bound by her principles and morality, forced to endure Sinestro's touch in a helplessness she could decide to end at any moment, but only at the cost of innocent lives, was an infuriating dichotomy that made her reach new levels of anger and frustration, which made every second feel eternal. Such situation, combined with the heightened state of awareness needed for control of her powers at such levels, made her become even more sensitive, and she became painfully aware of every single vicious bite or rough grope of her enemy.

"Is this the only way you can touch a woman?" she asked with cold fury. "Are you too dumb or weak to do it any other way?"

He bit harder on her chest at this, and his caresses of the soft flesh of her sex grew rougher, trying to push his fingers into her forcefully. One bold finger then found her clitoris, and she breathed in sharply as she felt a sudden flash of intense sensation, a wave of unexpected warmth that ran through her body and pool at her core.

She then realized with shock that even as she had strained with the load of the bridge, she had been unconsciously pushing her chest outwards towards Sinestro's mouth. Her nipples, which he was sucking and biting hungrily, were already fully erect, as if demanding further attention.

It could not be, she though, surprised. He could not be affecting her so easily. He was nowhere that good. Despite marginal improvement in skill if compared to the false Flash incident, this so-called Sinestro was clumsy and crude, yet without the primal vitality that could sometimes compensate such lacks. He was maybe the least capable foes to have ever fondled her, and one of the least physically attractive, and her list did include many who were far more beast than men.

Such vile scum did not deserve to even touch her, much less arouse her. He had not fought fairly and had never come close to besting her honorably. Instead he was endangering innocents and taking advantage of her vulnerability in the most cowardly manner possible. It was unacceptable for her to find any pleasure in his touch. She could not understand how she could feel anything but disgust.

Yet despite her pain and anger and disgust, when he started to rub her sensitive clitoris into full hardness, Diana felt undeniable currents of powerful pleasure flow between her sex and her painfully stimulated nipples, and she felt the urge to moan and whimper.

She was appalled. It could not be. She could not be so weak, unable to ignore his touch, unable to resist becoming excited.

She had been forced to experience pleasure against her will before, even under very unpleasant circumstances, but she felt that any of the loathsome creatures who had forced her into orgasms in the past would be much preferable to this despicable, petty pervert. It was unthinkable for her body to betray her this way.

It could not be.

She gasped as his caresses grew bolder and even more effective, and to her furious surprise, she had to grit her teeth even tighter to hold back a loud moan of excitement. Smiling, Sinestro retrieved from her sex a long finger dripping with her fluids, which he then licked obscenely before inserting it again into her slit, parting again the soft, swollen folds, making her tremble with undesired sensations.

She had dared to look down at this, following his dripping finger and realized that the ring in it was glowing brighter, and that such glow now surrounded her body as well.

She cursed between her teeth.

He had to be affecting her senses directly through the ring, unnaturally amplifying the effect of his touch on her skin and nerves through its power. That would explain why his bites had hurt so much, and why she had felt such warmth under his touch, not to mention the degree of her current arousement.

She felt further incensed. Not only was he taking a shameful advantage of her position, he was forcing her very body to react against her will.

She would make him pay for his affront, somehow.

She clenched her teeth as she fought back a cry of undeniable pleasure. Her clitoris had begun to pulse with intense delight under his thumb. Already she found it harder to maintain the effort of holding up the bridge, as her body sought to yield to the caresses.

A spasm of pleasure ran through her and she could not hold back a loud gasp. Sinestro had finally forced his fingers into her sex. She had barely kept her hold on her lasso at the sudden explosion of pain and pleasure from the penetration.

She cursed Sinestro and cursed herself.

His ring had to have increased even more the magnitude of its amplification, and given him the strength to force his way past her clenched muscles. It was the only way. Yet even knowing that his ring was surely creating artificially the intensity of his caresses, Diana was still angry at her own inability to resist the sensorial assault, and at her failure to keep her sex impervious.

Even now, she felt her pleasure increase as he began to thrust his fingers inside her. She could almost feel the unnatural sense of the ring flooding her flesh from within with its forced stimulation.

She had to resist.

She was an Amazon Princess, Champion of her people. She would not be ruled by the weakness of her flesh.

"You pathetic loser," she gasped through gritted teeth. "Is this all you could use your power for? This is not even evil, it is just crude and stupid and sad."

Ignoring her taunts, Sinestro floated down and hugged her lower body, and his tongue moved to taste the treasure between her spread legs, while he still used his fingers on her clitoris and labia. It would have been easy then to use her legs now to strangle him or snap the neck, but that would have meant forsaking the support of the stance she focused her stability upon.

She trembled as his tongue managed to flick her erect clitoris, and she gasped in intense pain as she felt him force one more finger into her. First two, then three and finally four, stretching her tight sex with intense pain, which was multiplied by his ring as much as her pleasure. Her hold on the lasso weakened as the four fingers began to thrust into her.

Four fingers.

With her sudden realization, Wonder Woman tightened her vaginal muscles in one single, powerful spasm, and the noise of crunched bones answered her effort.

With an open-mouthed yet silent grimace, Sinestro pulled out with his crushed fingers out from her, his strength doubtlessly multiplied in his desperate pain.

The yellow ring however, still glowed unharmed on the twisted digit. She had hoped he would lose the ring inside her, but it had not been so.

With fearless defiance, Wonder Woman stared unflinching at Sinestro's face as he hovered back, away from her, and pointed the deadly power ring at her brow.

No words were spoken, as her eyes met his.

Diana's every sense was energized into overdrive. She could hear the cries of trapped people below her, and how others struggled to free them from overturned, crumpled cars. At this range, at her maximum speed she knew she could still take out Sinestro before he could blast her with the ring, but that would mean letting go of the lasso for a couple of seconds at the least.

Perhaps long enough for the people to die.

Yet if Sinestro killed her now, they would be equally dead. The previous state of excitement of her body was now forgotten as she struggled with the decision.

People would die either way, she knew, heavy-hearted. She also had no assurance that her death would halt Sinestro's rampage. She had to think of what was best for the majority.

She would hate herself forever.

As she was about to make her move, Sinestro lowered his arm, and slowly flew away to a greater distance.

She gritted her teeth. The choice had now been taken away from her, sparing her conscience, but her plight continued. Perhaps he had decided not to kill her now, but she was still at her mercy. Maybe her lack of a prompt decision had doomed her.

Why could those people below not hurry?

Sinestro's ring glowed and the fingers were again set properly with a series of snaps. Then, with a smile, he casually fired a wide burst of energy at the tense Amazon.

Wonder Woman flinched, but still she held her position and kept her grip firm on the rope. The blast had just shredded the remains of her costume. Only her boots, bracelets and tiara remained on her.

She had thought herself prepared for what could happen next, determined to do her duty to the end. She had been wrong.

With a smug smile on his face, Sinestro unleashed a barrage of multiple ring constructs at her; dozens of energy tendrils that became solid hands and pincers, and proceeded to attack her. Powerful pseudo-hands grabbed her legs, buttocks and breasts, kneading and squeezing savagely. Bodiless sets of sharply fanged teeth bit at her still erect nipples, gnashing and pulling on them, making her cry out in surprise and pain.

Yet the attack was barely beginning. While the many appendages caressed and groped her roughly, two more energy tendrils grew from the ring, and their blunt ends solidified into enormous phallic shapes that flowed snake-like towards her.

Diana's eyes opened in shock. The girth of each construct could almost put a centaur to shame.

Before she could protest, an energy gag closed her mouth, and the glowing dildo-like cylinders dived between her spread legs, each aiming for one of her intimate openings.

She gasped into her gag as she felt each enormous head press against the entrances to vagina and anus with nearly irresistible force. Sinestro had clearly abandoned subtlety for simple brute power. But she almost preferred it this way. It was better to match her will, her strength directly against this tangible assault, instead of being undermined from within. She was still ashamed at having allowed his fingers into her. She could not be so weak again.

Focusing on the effort of holding up the bridge as reference, she tensed all her muscles, blocking the constructs. There was no way she would surrender to this, she decided.

Several more, thick, tentacle-like energy constructs surrounded her and grabbed her trembling limbs with vise-like coils, and many began to push her downwards, trying to help impale her onto the pseudo-penises seeking to enter her. Diana grunted into her gag, struggling to resist the new complication, seeking to keep herself stable and not lose her grip on the lasso.

The swarm of pseudo-hands and mouths also redoubled their efforts on the Princess's body, attacking her erogenous areas with frenzied power, roughly biting, caressing, and squeezing every inch of her naked shape. Both of the large rods seeking access to her started to vibrate, even as they continued to push against the entrances to her vagina and anus, while slammer newer tendrils grew from their shafts. One of these began to rub against her still erect clitoris, making her gasp at the unexpected sensation, while others slid back and forth with forceful insistence along the swollen folds of her vagina.

Despite her revulsion and anger, and her determination to refuse to yield to the hateful villain, once again Princess Diana could feel the fires of arousal start to inflame her senses. Hot fluids began to seep from her sex, flowing along the smooth surfaces of the constructs assaulting her, bathing them, improving their likelihood of sliding into her if she relaxed her defenses.

People in the bridge below cried and shouted at the distant sight of the heroine's figure, high in the air, being surrounded by glowing tentacles created by her opponent. Too far away to discern the details of her plight, many believed that Sinestro was trying to strangle or crush the Amazon Princess. Several people panicked and jumped to their deaths thinking that she would perish before they could leave the condemned structure. Desperate police officers tried to get the remaining stragglers, the injured or in shock, away before the heroine was forced to drop the weight.

Seeing the Amazon's body begin to shake with obvious excitement, Sinestro let the solid-energy gag in her mouth dissipate. Perhaps he wanted to hear her moan out loud.

He did.

Diana bit her teeth, forcing herself to be silent. She would not give him the satisfaction of hearing her moan again.

The bridge shook ominously again as Wonder Woman just barely kept her hold on the lasso after it almost slipped from her hands, slick with sweat. Her damp hair was stuck to her back and her whole body gleamed with the result of her exertions. Her weariness and the undeniable sexual excitement rising inside her worked in unison against her purpose, and the growing trembling in her arms made the bridge vibrate loudly, as her resistance slowly crumbled.

She knew that she could not resist it for much longer. Far too much of her strength was being drained by the need to hold up the bridge, and the insistent multiple stimulations on her body were becoming too powerful to ignore. Rarely had she ever reached such levels of sexual excitement without already reaching orgasm.

But she could not orgasm.

She would not allow herself to orgasm.

In other instances of forced sex Diana would allowed herself to orgasm at such a point without hesitation, enjoying the pleasure for itself, disdainful of the idea that orgasm meant capitulation, and its sexist implication that sex was exclusively a male display of dominance over women, as if sexual intercourse was not a mutual act. But this time it was different.

Considering her weariness, giving in to a climax would most likely make her lose her grip on the lifeline she held, but she had also decided with iron stubbornness that this creep did not deserve to make her climax, and despite how her body burned with sexual tension, she refused to give him such satisfaction.

"You bastard!" she grunted as she fought against the overwhelming power of both gravity and her own arousal. "You're not good enough to make me come!"

She could barely keep from screaming for release, but there were still people down there, and no matter how tired or aroused she felt, she could not fail them. She had to endure. She had to resist his assault. She had to keep those awful things from entering her.

She knew her own body well. Considering how aroused had become, if those monstrous things were to finally penetrate her, she would orgasm nearly instantaneously and would certainly lose her grip. She was just too close to a climax already, far too sensitive and too vulnerable. A few thrusts of those huge things inside her would certainly send her over the edge.

She could not allow it.

Or could she?

She had looked up to see Sinestro, hovering several feet away. His right hand with its power ring was extended towards her, controlling the multiple energy constructs assaulting her body, while his other hand had freed his thin, scarlet penis and was stroking it with all too obvious fervor.

She glanced down and saw that the rescue operations still continued.

Perhaps it would be best to give Sinestro just what he wanted.

It just needed perfect timing.

She set her eyes on her enemy, and with a grimace of determination, she sighed, bit her lower lip, and let the energy-constructs enter her.

She forced herself to keep her eyes open, even as she cried out loudly with the brutal penetrations, pain exploding in her loins with nearly unbearable intensity.

Wonder Woman's whole body shook, but she held her grip.

Sinestro grinned impishly as he made his constructs thrust simultaneously into her sex and anus, impaling her with brutal ruthlessness. The thick twin probes also vibrated with an audible hum as they pistoned in and out of her at an ever increasing tempo, stretching her innermost flesh with intensities no normal woman could have survived.

His masturbation became more feverish, as he stared at the beautiful Amazon, still fixed in mid-air, gasping loudly while his long, thick creations slid forcefully in and out of her, and his other constructs continued to devoted themselves to further attacking her exposed flesh, kneading her breasts and buttocks, rubbing at nipples and clitoris alike with desperate urgency mirroring his own.

Wonder Woman felt her orgasm build inexorably, but she refused to allow it to overcome her. She could not yield to it.

Not yet.

Diana felt the pseudo-penises inside her thrust deeper and faster, while her whole body was licked, bit and groped even more urgently by the maze of energy hands, mouths, and tentacles surrounding her.

"You can't make me come", she muttered, amidst gasps.

She could not come.

She would not come.

Sinestro frowned with increased concentration and one of the tendrils fondling her body moved down, growing larger, moving towards the her sex, snaking along the length of the one that was already entering her, until it reached the entrance to her vagina. With a sudden forceful push, the newer arrival joined its predecessor and entered her. With alternating thrusts, both began to pump violently into her stretched sex, each keeping at least half a foot of length always within her.

Diana cried out loudly again, feeling her body nearly surrender under the brutal double intrusions, but she still refused to give in.

Not yet, Diana told herself, her teeth clenched hard with resolve. Just not yet. Even as she gasped and cried and whimpered with her ordeal, her eyes remained fixed on him, waiting, and she endured.

Not yet.

Sinestro's breath was labored, and he also was covered with sweat, as he struggled to focus, to maintain his concentration on the many ring constructs, extensions of his will, that relentlessly ravished the heroine's magnificent body even as he furiously pumped his quivering scarlet penis with his left hand.

Her orgasm demanded expression, fought for release, but soon she still kept it back, restricting herself to fast, hard breathing and occasional grunts.

She still would not give in to her violation. She was a Princess of the Amazons. She just would not let this pathetic little man overcome her.

She could not.

The unholy mixture of pain and pleasure at her core grew and grew.

Not yet, she told herself, her stare unflinching.

Not yet.

A voyeur still on the bridge below, having powerful binoculars at hand in his vehicle, stared openmouthed at the magnified sight of the beautiful Amazon warrior being grotesquely assaulted by the swarm of glowing energy tentacles and appendages, and his fascination at the amazing spectacle kept him from heeding the urgent calls of police and rescue workers, completely forgetting to run away to safety.

Sinestro began to gasp and tremble, and even as his left hand stroked his phallus faster and faster, the ring on his right hand began to glow even brighter.

Wonder Woman's breath caught in her throat as her eyes met Sinestro's and she felt his latest improvement to her ravishment. The energy shafts impaling suddenly changed shape and size inside her, their girth and surface roughness increasing dramatically. Big knobs and protrusions grew all over their excessive lengths even as they kept thrusting deeper and harder into her.

She felt her inner flesh being brutally stretched and stimulated by the growing shafts, as they expanded to fill her beyond what she would have believed possible. She arched her back violently, barely keeping her hold on her lasso, and threw her head back, letting loose a high, long scream of pain, fury and brutal pleasure.

"AAAARHHHHH! OH-OOOOOH, HERA! AAAAH-AAAARHHHH!"

Sinestro's mouth widened even more in satisfaction, and motions became even more frantic.

Wonder Woman mentally swore on all the darkest aspects of Greek mythology. It was too much. She yelled and gasped and moaned, tottering on the brink of a truly earth-shaking orgasm, from where she could sensibly never step back.

But she refused to be sensible.

She was Champion of the Amazons. She was Princess Diana of Themyscira. She had faced Death and Madness. She had fought and mated with gods and demons. She was not any man's toy, and this cowardly, pathetic foe was not worthy of her, not deserving of having her come because of him.

She would not surrender.

She would not.

She marshaled her raging anger and cold resolve and forced her orgasm back, and made herself stare again at her hateful enemy.

Sinestro had closed his eyes in utter satisfaction, as his watching the shuddering, screaming heroine had finally driven him to his climax, and his penis was sputtering thin jets of sperm into the air.

Now, Diana thought.

Opening his eyes, Sinestro stared open-mouthed at the bleeding stump present where his right hand had been. He felt the wind and saw the surface of the river rush up towards him.

In the instant of Sinestro's climax, just as she felt his constructs miss a beat in their thrusting into her, Diana had let go of her lasso with her right hands, shifting all weight to her left, ignoring the massive energy shafts still lodged deep inside her, forgetting pleasure and pain, focusing furiously on adjusting her shaken perception of stability, on forcing herself to remain aloft, and retain her grasp on the lasso with her one-handed grip, all while she had used her right hand to remove and throw her golden tiara with perfect aim, at the exposed right hand, the ring-wielding-hand, the tiara's sharp upper edge cutting it off cleanly.

The energy constructs had vanished immediately as his hand had been amputated, and she had continued to hold up the bridge with her left hand, while her right hand grabbed with practiced ease the sharp tiara spinning back boomerang-like into her grasp.

Looking down, she saw Sinestro's figure, still cradling his bleeding stump, suddenly vanish in mid-air, mere instants before he would have plunged into the waters of the river, most likely to his instant death. Like the Flash before him, Sinestro and his severed had somehow dissolved into fine, shimmering dust, to be scattered by the winds.

He had gotten away. Just like before, she thought, as she grunted and adjusted her hold on her magic lasso back into a two-hand grip. She saw that in the bridge below, the last few stragglers were finally being removed from the doomed sections.

She would soon be able to let go.

But her foe, cause of all the destruction, was gone.

Will there be no end to his? she wondered. Could he keep incarnating again and again into more and more powerful individuals, until he could fully abuse her? What then? Would he tire of assaulting her and turn his attention elsewhere? How many will perish along the way?

She looked at the bridge again and then at her own self, noticing the flushed, sweaty skin, the stiff, painfully erect nipples, feeling the wetness sliding freely from her sex down the sweaty expanse of her thighs, and the intense throbbing still at her core, her unsated need crying out its frustration.

Diving into the cold water of the river may be needed to cool down her present state of excitement, as she was still quivering with desire, her breath coming out in sharp gasps. Never before had she denied herself release when reaching such a level of excitement. It had taken almost all of her will to keep from wantonly succumbing to the pleasure and focus instead on her plan to defeat Sinestro.

All, just to see him escape again, whoever it was.

Perhaps she should have just waited until the bridge had been evacuated, and allowed herself to come after all, considering that she had failed to capture him anyway.

She shook her head, breathing in deeply, trying to control her still accelerated heart rate.

No, she corrected herself. She did the right thing. She needed to prove both to him and herself that would be a slave to any man, or even to her own body. Unlike the sick, despicable fiend behind all this, much as she loved sex, and even dangerous, kinky sex, she was much more than just her desires.

She had triumphed over him and over her lust, and just as she had prevailed in that, she would find a way to stop all that was happening once and for all.

The loudspeakers below announced that the bridge was now fully evacuated. With a sigh of relief she let the ruined bridge sections fall into the water.

She then dove into the river herself.

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Meanwhile, in a sealed section of a S.T.A.R. Labs high security installation, a set of machines began to hum anew. A data cartridge was chosen and inserted into a reader.

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The demon Etrigan prowled the dark rooftops of Gateway City, his garish medieval tunic stretched tight over the bulging muscles of his stocky frame, the large bulge in his crotch growing even as he moved towards the outlaying areas where stood Morgainne LaFey's former manor.

It had been several nights since last meeting there with the delicious Amazon Princess for a night of wild, savage sex, and his tongue was hungry for the taste of her perfect skin, like his cock ached for the delights of her tight, deep cunt. Etrigan had fucked the full range of womanhood, from demure virginal maidens to wanton sucubbi, yet none could ever match the Amazon's performance as a lover. Her innocence and aura of purity, paradoxically in harmony with a deep hunger for savage and unrestrained fornication, made even her physical beauty secondary to the powerful appeal of her sexuality. He had wanted to sample such a luscious piece of female flesh ever since the first time he had seen her strut her big boobs and round ass before him. He had never imagined that she could be such a fantastic lay or that they would become regular lovers.

Even that whuss Jason Blood had not resisted the change tonight, Etrigan thought, chuckling. Blood should be grateful for getting even the echoes of such a glorious piece of ass, after all.

As Etrigan sought for signs of the Amazon's presence as he approached the building in its desolate grounds, he felt his cock strain against his codpiece.

He would attack her by surprise as agreed and fight against her playful resistance before she would let him have her. She claimed that the practice was good for maintaining her warrior skills sharp, but that was clearly secondary. The Amazon loved the thrill of combat and got excited by intense violence, allowing her to enjoy the later sex much more.

Perhaps tonight he would finally sample her ass, he contemplated, before being suddenly swept off his feet and slammed roughly against the stone-covered floor of the back courtyard. Etrigan bared his fangs in angry surprise, swinging with his clawed hands, ready to disembowel whoever had dared to touch him, his demonic instincts taking over. But his arms where grabbed and forced back with irresistible strength, and his fanged mouth was covered by lips softer than silk as Wonder Woman kissed him hungrily. Her body was on top of his, the big breasts pressing against him with unprecedented urgency, while her tongue eagerly caressed his.

Breaking off the kiss as suddenly as she had started, Princess Diana rose over Etrigan, their mixed saliva trailing from her full red lips. She was completely naked already, the moonlight playing off her creamy skin, her clothing discarded in a heap a few feet away.

"I hope you're ready, demon. I have no time tonight for games," she said in a sultry growl as she ripped off his codpiece with her teeth, freeing his phallus, its length only partially erect, although already much thicker than her hand's grasp.

"I guess I'll have to get this up and running," she said, licking her lips. "This little thing has a lot to make up for tonight".

The beautiful Amazon ran her delicate tongue along the exposed underside of the demonic shaft, her lips lingering lovingly on the edges of the large glans, savoring his strong musky taste.

Etrigan groaned as she fondled his heavy, hairless scrotum, while her lips opened to her limits and she engulfed his cock's big mustard-colored head, taking him slowly all the way into her mouth. He could feel her rubbing her extremely wet sex against his outstretched leg even as she sucked on him eagerly.

"Hell, I'm beginning to feel used", muttered the Demon, laying back with a contented smile.

LEVEL 3: DOOMSDAY IS COMING

"Margaret, you must let me in! My son is in there! You must!"

The security guards barely managed to restrain the wildly flailing man as he tried to get past them into the S.T.A.R. Labs installation. Seeing his unkempt, red-eyed countenance, Dr. Margaret Chilton shook her head. How low had the man fallen.

"Julian, please, you know this is foolish," she told her former superior. "There is no way I can let you enter the lab again, not until the review board has completely examined the place."

If ever, she added to herself. She was acting Head of Research now, and with Julian's instability she may even get a permanent appointment.

"You can just make your situation worse."

"You dumb bitch! How can you or any of those morons understand any of my work? Kris is there, in the banks, and only I can bring him back!"

"That was uncalled for, Julian," she replied coldly. "Your son is dead, and you know it. No fantasy will bring him back, and your ranting will not help your position with the board of inquiry. You're already deep enough in it."

"No! He's alive, Margaret. Can't you see? His mind was saved by the system, he just needs me to fashion him a body. That's all! I beg you! You must let me do it!" he cried, his hands shaking in anguish.

"Until the full extent of the damage, and of your responsibility, can be determined, that wing is off-limits to anyone, and your flights of fancy deserve no exception. You're lucky to be out of jail for now, Julian. Deal with your guilt. This is just unlike you." With that, she turned around, heading for the administrative offices.

"Make sure he stays out," she instructed the guards, without glancing back.

"No! You bitch! You can't keep from him! He's my son!" Julian Lazarus screamed even as the guards dragged him towards the exit.

Dr. Chilton sighed as she walked to her new office. Despite the ruthless environment of competition in the high-tech areas of R&D, she had always believed herself fond of Lazarus. She surely respected his brilliance. Yet she had little sympathy for the man's loss. His folly could have meant the ruin of everything they had worked hard at for years, and she felt no compassion for his dead son. That creep deserved what he got.

That was what resulted from lousy parenting, she concluded coldly.

Lazarus's teenage son had entered the complex using his father's access codes and his security clearance card, with the apparent intention of hacking into the main system. Billions in advanced hardware and experimental software were just a glorified Playstation to him. Tragically, his tampering had overloaded the delicate setup and had almost wrecked the whole installation, besides burning out his own brain with the faulty interface.

Experts from Lexcorp would have to be brought in next week just to evaluate the extent of the damage.

As the investigation had progressed, she had seen what her experts, aiding the police, had accessed in the boy's computer after breaking his pathetic encryption: Whole gigs of the worst kind of filth available on the internet. Countless pictures of disgusting sex acts. Over a thousand video files of that sick porn animation they did in Japan. Faked images of famous actresses, models and superheroines portrayed as wanton sluts. Always women being abused in myriad ways. Wonder Woman alone had been pictured in hundreds of fake photos, art and animations, as being gang raped or sodomized or abused by machines, animals or digitally rendered monsters. What kind of imagination could contemplate such a thing? It was frankly sickening. It had to be all that heavy metal and rap music the kids now listened to.

It was easy to imagine why for young Kris Lazarus had broken into the labs. The framework for the virtual clone generation allowed the experimental mind-machine interface to directly make complex virtual scenarios, and Julian had admitted that he had explained the complex process and its possibilities to his son, an old man pathetically trying to impress his son into respect or admiration. God knows what that sick mind was planning to play at. All their work, the efforts that would have put Cadmus and its genetic studies out of the map, had been jeopardized by one little pervert seeking to jerk off inside a virtual reality fantasy.

What would this world come to if such people were allowed to act upon their obscene perversions?

---

Gateway City's downtown area lay in ruins, its streets full of the wreckage produced by an unstoppable living engine of destruction. After the evacuations of its inhabitants, only police, assorted rescue personnel and the occasional suicidal TV news crew still dared to run the streets, their efforts insignificant in the face of the monster's fury.

"Keep firing! He must have a weak spot somewhere!" "Shit! Shit! Shit! Wasn't this thing dead?"

"Superman got better, too, didn't he?"

"Isn't the Army here yet?"

"Man, we're so fucked."

The police forces tried bravely to face the mountain of inhuman muscle and bone who tossed around cars and huge hunks of masonry with almost bored ease, but gunfire ricocheted harmlessly off his grayish hide. As a mortar struck the creature ineffectively, he finally seemed to acknowledge the presence of the policemen, and lifting an overturned truck, he threw it at the scattering men.

But the truck was halted before it could crash on the relieved policemen. Tossing the ruined vehicle aside herself, the impressive figure of a tall woman in red, blue, white and gold stood now between the men and the monster.

"Stand back," Wonder Woman said. "I'll take over now."

The beautiful heroine strode slowly towards the now still creature, her tall figure, well-muscled yet voluptuous, appearing frail and insignificant as she approached the enormous being facing her.

He was well over nine feet tall, his thick grayish body bulging with gigantic muscles and sharp-looking bony protrusions emerging from his thick hide like a bizarre kind of armor. His huge limbs dwarfed tree trunks, and each wrist seemed thicker than Wonder Woman's waist. The Amazon Princess seemed like a fragile child next to the monster's massive frame.

"Doomsday," she said laconically.

The huge creature smiled horribly at her, his small, deep-set eyes running with unmistakable hunger over the graceful curves of her body. The massive member inside his torn pants began to stir, making the Amazon Princess involuntarily glance, and raise her Eyebrows, at the huge bulge of his crotch.

"Blessed Athenea, give me strength," she prayed silently, looking up to meet the hulking monster's stare.

Their eyes locked and they stood motionless for long, tense seconds. Was he trying to find fear in her eyes? Or something else? Anticipation, perhaps? Yet her gaze held only firm resolve.

"Continue evacuating the citizens," she called out calmly to the police, her body betraying no sign of nervousness. "Get all press away, and hold everyone off until the Justice League arrives. I will try to confine him here."

She set her booted feet firmly on the ground, one feet behind and to the side of the other, with her long, shapely legs relaxed, the knees slightly bent. Her arms were held at her sides, relaxed as well, her torso slowly turning into a quarter profile combat guard. She was ready now, for whatever happened.

She knew almost without doubt that this creature now facing her was not in truth the real Doomsday who had almost killed Superman, but a near-perfect duplicate created by some unknown evil being who had the power to inhabit counterfeit copies of superpowered beings, and who was perversely fixated on her.

His past attempts to conquer her had used the shapes of the dead Barry Allen Flash and the deceased evil Green Lantern Sinestro, seeking always to defeat her and abuse her sexually. She had partially frustrated his desires in their last confrontations, but she was aware that the identity he had now chosen was likely powerful enough to accomplish his will. Copy or not, Doomsday was indeed a force to be reckoned with.

At least the city, already on state of alert after the fake Sinestro's rampage, had been evacuated faster than what she had expected, so she would be able to fight unencumbered by the concern for bystanders, as she would surely need all her power and skills.

Her request for aid from other members of the Justice League had been fruitless. Superman, Green Lantern and the other heavy-hitters were taking care of a crisis in outer space. Batman and Oracle had sworn to mobilize help, but the few heroes who could be effective against such a powerful foe were few and difficult to contact. Some could take hours to reach Gateway City.

For now, she stood alone. Perhaps it was better that way. She was glad to spare Superman from confronting again the visage of the creature that had almost killed him, and she remembered how the news of the supposed death of the Man of Steel had affected her, stirring up many dormant feelings.

Wonder Woman had not faced the true Doomsday in his original rampage, and with her consternation at Superman's fall, she had deeply regretted not having been there to help, convinced that she could have made a difference. This was now her chance to test such conviction. She was fully focused on her mystical gifts of strength, speed and endurance, and was conscious that she needed to finish such a fight fast, as a long worn-out conflict would work against her. But she doubted that whoever was incarnating as Doomsday was ready for her going all-out in combat.

With plain truthfulness she knew that she was one of the few Leaguers who stood a chance facing off alone against the monster. Even Batman, to her surprise, had acknowledged it mere minutes ago. Even though she lacked the full invulnerability of Superman or Captain Marvel, or the multiple powers of J'onn J'onzz, the Martian Manhunter, her peers in strength, Wonder Woman possessed what they all lacked: true combat skills. Although years of being Earth's defenders had taught those heroes the rudiments of fighting, they could hardly be considered expert combatants as their great powers made refined skill rarely needed. Most were also too noble or naive to be as expedient as serious combat often required. Thought a pacifist in essence, Wonder Woman had been trained as a warrior, and was ready to do what sometimes needed doing.

As an Amazon born and bred, Diana of Themyscira, Princess and Champion of her people, had trained in the arts of combat under skilled mentors since her childhood. With her powers repressed until need, she had mastered the skills of Amazonian no-holds-barred hand-to-hand combat, a system combining boxing with wrestling, much like Greek Pankrase. Also, after her arrival on Man's World, she had with interest studied the diverse fighting systems and combat philosophies followed in the modern world, picking up what seemed practical and suitable to her own abilities. If this creature was even close to the level of power the real Doomsday had demonstrated while laying waste to the previous rooster of the Justice League and taken Superman to his apparent death, she was about to test her limits as never before.

"Must you do this?" she asked her foe.

In response, opening his mouth in a noiseless roar, Doomsday suddenly charged at Wonder Woman with a speed that belied his enormous mass. But his wild rush was matched instantly by her own sudden burst of motion, as she overtook his initiative, her body moving up and forward at an angle, to his side, her motion added to his own momentum to bridge the distance while her long leg swung over his outstretched arms in a blur. Her booted foot struck his rocky face with the power of an artillery barrage. Doomsday's feet flew off the ground, and his whole body was thrown back and down with a thundering crash by the powerful kick.

The jumping roundhouse kick had been a risky move, but she had hoped to use the element of surprise and their combined vectors of force to take him out in one blow. But as Doomsday immediately rose again to his feet, she realized that he was too strong for such a tactic. It would have been far too easy.

Even as Doomsday spun to face her, he swung his arm with a power and speed that broke the sound barrier, but Wonder Woman had read his motion beforehand and had stepped in, ducking beneath the wild swing while going dangerously close to him. Her legs bent low, and her hips torqued powerfully as her roundhouse elbow strike hit hard the bottom side of his ribcage. The blow made the creature bend over, but there was no noise of the floating rib breaking. Perhaps his rib configuration was different than that of humans.

Unfazed, she spun gracefully in her crouched stance into a backwards elbow strike that struck hard against his upper groin, his massive thighs blocking access to the genitals. In a single continuous motion the Amazon warrior surged upward, and her hands grabbed and pulled his lowered head down against her knee while it rushed up with furious strength. The impact shook every bone of the heroine's body, but still she continued her flowing motion. Her hands remained grasping his dazed head, and tightening in just the right grip, she spun in a blur, twisting hard and fast the head around its axis in a precise angle. This time the sounds of vertebrae clashing could be heard as the vicious dislocation technique spun Doomsday around through the air like a rag doll.

But even as Diana stepped in, flowing into another technique, Doomsday's arm struck out wildly and hit her in her midsection, sending her flying away to hit a wall blocks away.

Diana fell to the ground, coughing, having been barely able to concentrate her strength at the last instant into withstanding the arm's impact. It was a blow that could have easily broken her in two.

Standing up, Doomsday grimaced as he moved his head slightly to each side in clear pain. He was hurt, yet he had survived an attack that would have instantly killed or crippled most of Earth's mightiest paranormals.

Wonder Woman gritted her teeth, worried. This copy of Doomsday was clearly every bit as tough as the original, and the brief but brutal exchange had shown her that close-up fighting was too dangerous given the clear differences in their respective resilience.

She took to the air, dodging the station wagon that Doomsday had sent hurtling at her with the speed of a rocket. Flying up above him, she threw with all her strength and accuracy a shard of steel, which she had torn off from a ruined structure, aiming his eyes. But the attack missed the target as Doomsday reacted just fast enough to look away, and the steel fragment clanged again, glancing off the bony growths around his eyes. Still, taking advantage of the opening caused by the attack, the heroine spread out her magic lasso, sending its unbreakable length with supersonic speed to coil around the monster's body.

It was risky but worth a try.

"WHO ARE YOU? HOW CAN YOU BE STOPPED?" she asked, her will flowing along the magical length of rope that circled the creature. "I COMMAND YOU TO-!"

With an almost careless shrug, Doomsday grabbed at the length of rope going to the Amazon's hands from his end and pulled hard, pulling the airborne Amazon hard to her knees on the ground, and would have pulled her to him in his next tug, if she had not fought to keep her footing, focusing on being grounded to the power of Gaea. Despite this, Doomsday still forced her to stumble forward several steps.

Inspecting the golden lariat, Doomsday grabbed the thin metallic rope binding him, and tried to break it, but even thought the strands actually screeched in strain, the lasso held, impervious to his power.

It was a relief, Wonder Woman though, rising to her feet, seeking to again brace herself. At least his strength had limits.

With a scowl, Doomsday pulled again on the lasso with both hands, and swinging powerfully, he sent the shocked Amazon Princess flying through the air, to be slammed again and again against the nearby buildings, her body crashing loudly against the facades of steel, glass, brick and mortar.

The Amazon lost both her breath and her concentration with the painful repeated impacts. Her uniform was torn in myriad places by the multiple impacts, and blood had been drawn in many deep scratches in legs, arms and back. Feeling the lariat loosen slightly around him, Doomsday tugged powerfully on it, yanking stunned Amazon towards him in one single powerful motion.

Hurtling towards the monster's embrace, Wonder Woman could barely react in time, but she spun in the air, and brought both feet up and hard against Doomsday's chest as she reached him, with the impact propelling both of them backwards, bouncing from the point of contact.

Pulling her lasso to her instantly, she flew away to a safe distance, and her breath fell into well-trained rhythms, to ignore her pain. The nature of her foe had at least been made clearer.

Even the real Doomsday should have been partially restrained by the lasso, although its limited power of coercion was weak on nonhumans, and always conditioned by the captive's true nature. Yet even Etrigan and other creatures of mystical origin had been bound by it, which made the false Doomsday certainly not a magical construct. He had to be a product of technology, as the complete indifference shown to the lasso's power indicated that no real soul inhabited his body.

That made it acceptable for her to slay it without any misgivings. She just had to measure up to such task. It also meant that her foe was not reanimating corpses or using any such necromantic magic, which was rather her relief, as the idea of having been caressed and kissed by an undead being was not pleasant.

The flying heroine dodged large hunks of concrete pavement thrown at her, and she realized that the fight was even more demanding strategy-wise than she had first realized. While hand-to-hand combat was possibly the best application of her powers and Amazon warrior skills, it also was the brute's field of excellence. Despite possessing no apparent martial skills, the sheer difference in invulnerability and strength gave Doomsday an advantage. Pure physical power was actually easier to apply by the impostor than the more complex applications needed by the powers of the Flash or Sinestro.

She flew at the creature, and swung a huge steel I-shape beam as a baseball bat, destroying it on the creature's back with little effect besides propelling him against another doomed building. The power of flight gave her greater mobility, yet few of her best combat skills could be applied effectively with the lack of true leverage that flying created. Both could spend hours throwing objects at each other, with little results, stalling for time until help arrived, but that could result in the destruction of the city and the imperiling of people in surrounding areas.

Perhaps instead of facing Doomsday openly she should have attempted a high-altitude dive, flying up as high as her lungs could resist and then dive-bombed at him with all her power, taking advantage of the added energy of the gravitational gradient. Yet a sneak attack would have been dishonorable, and one-time-only tactics as a high-altitude dive would now be useless without the element of surprise, as the monster would be wary to follow her flight path and dodge her attack.

But an inversion of that could work, she realized, knowing that if she could manage to again encircle him with her unbreakable lasso, pinning his arms, she could then marshal all her strength and throw him into space, like she had once done successfully to the Shaggy Man. She knew she could make even his massive body achieve full escape velocity. Without true flying power he would perish in space or be unable to return to Earth. Yet she had to pin him long enough for her to focus her strength in such a powerful swing and throw. If she wore him down enough to slow his reactions, it could be achieved, but the efforts would likely expend her own strength as well.

Suddenly, Doomsday attacked her with renewed cunning, catching her by surprise. Throwing first a city bus at her, which she had to deflect to keep it from flying off towards the city's suburbs, Doomsday used instantly his powerful leg muscles to jump high into the air at her, his thick, long arms grabbing the surprised Amazon in mid-flight in a steely hug.

As both fell down to the ground, the heroine cursed her overconfidence, and her unforgivable mistake at assuming the creature to be completely land-bound. She had still managed to twist and slip in his grasp, to keep him from falling on top of her, but as they landed with a loud thud, the creature's back hitting the ground, he did not let go of her. Instead, he grabbed her by her slender waist and neck, and pulled her to him irresistibly, forcing her face towards his, rocky lips mashing against hers. Immediately the huge slab of his tongue forced itself into her mouth.

Reacting instantly, Diana bit hard on the intruding tongue, but her white teeth failed to pierce the thick tissue effectively, barely managing to draw blood. She tied to bite harder but gagged on the long probing flesh filled her throat, as the monster's hand forced her head to remain in place while his other limb kept her trapped in a powerful embrace.

Diana was hardly surprised. The bastard still had only one thing in mind.

Diana knew that spread on top of the brute's immense chest, she had no leverage, so instead of struggling to pull back she leaned forward into the kiss while spreading out her legs widely to the sides. As she straddled tightly the huge ribcage, her body pressed hard against him, her full bust rubbing against his enormous chest muscles. Apparently judging this as acceptance, Doomsday moved his hand from her waist towards her left buttock, his huge large hand fully encompassing the muscular globe, while he rammed his tongue even deeper down her throat.

She stretched her lower body down his torso so she could reach the ground with her feet in her squat-like position, at each side of him. Making contact with the earth as reference point for her power, she called upon the gift of Hermes and with a sudden burst of power she propelled the two of them into the air over a dozen meters, and then went down again, her flight power concentrated on slamming the monster hard against the already compressed ground.

As Doomsday let go of the Amazon's head and hair in surprise at the short flight and consequent impact, she slammed her forehead powerfully against his face, the metal of her tiara cracking with the blow.

Ignoring her pain, Wonder Woman then struck with both open hands at once on his vestigial ears. Raising up, she settled on the mount position as well as possible, and began, with all the strength at her command, to strike the less-protected parts of his face with her elbow, again and again, with machine-like precision, her motion too fast to be followed by the normal eye. Blood and small bits of bone began to fan out under her attack, her full will focused on maximizing the power delivered in each blow, strengthening her limb as much as needed to survive such brutal contact, and fixing up of her position on top of him for leverage.

She had to stop, crying out as Doomsday pulled back her long hair powerfully. He sat up and rose in an instant, inverting their positions with ease. While her body's weight over him had been insignificant to hold him back, part of her power had focused on being grounded relative to the Earth, Mother Gaea, yet even such precaution had not been enough to overcome his enormous strength.

Doomsday slammed her painfully against the ground, and Diana tried to put her legs into guard position around and against his torso, but her legs unable to achieve proper placing because of the huge girth of his bulk, while her leverage was wrong for an attempt to throw him backwards over her. Clearly ignoring the fine points of ground fighting, Doomsday smiled hideously as he leaned forward into what seemed a quite erotic position inside the Amazon's opened legs, his huge hand reaching for the gold plated bustier constraining her abundant bosom.

As cloth and metal tore in his grip, Diana grabbed the extended arm by the wrist with her hands, while her hips twisted to a side and up, amd her legs extended around both sides of his shoulder. Keeping the arm straight and grabbed firmly gripped over her mostly exposed breasts, she placed one of her legs above his lower face and the other on his chest. With a grunt she twisted and pulled hard, pulling Doomsday down and to her side with the powerful arm bar technique, her motion slamming him to the ground with the full power of her legs and back. Leaning back instantly into the technique, she painfully forced Doomsday's elbow into gradual dislocation, her legs leveraging against his chest to keep his other arm out of reach.

Opening his mouth in a soundless scream, Doomsday rose up again to his feet, his strength easily enabling him to lift both his painfully trapped arm and the whole heroine's body locked around it. Running towards a nearby building, he struck Wonder Woman's body against a concrete column, shattering it, and making that side of the building collapse as it lost its support.

Wonder Woman groaned in pain at the vicious blow, yet she held her grip, her full strength concentrated on breaking the creature's arm. In excruciating pain, the monster repeated his aggressive action against other surrounding structures, again and again, until the battered Amazon could hold on no more and had to let go, falling in a painful heap to the floor.

Doomsday's arm fell limply to a side, apparently numb with pain, but with his other arm the enraged brute turned the fallen heroine face up, and slapped her face with a power that would have decapitated a lesser being. Then, throwing himself forward, he fell on top of her, his crushing weight settling over her shapely legs and hips. His able hand grabbed her delicate long neck, keeping her in place as his mouth went to her heaving chest. His large and rough tongue lapped at the exposed round teats, stopping only to spit away the dust and dirt it cleaned from her bosom's skin. The firm flesh of her large breasts was actually moved side to side, pushed and tossed by his powerful licks, his abundant saliva coating the shaking globes. The tough, sandpaper-like texture of the powerful tongue running over her nipples made the heroine gasp in surprise, and reacting to the stimulation, the rosy buds began to harden, even as Diana shook off her dazedness and started to squirm against the powerful grip around her throat.

Trapped in a position with little useful leverage, Diana struck with fast, short-arc palm heel strikes at the rock-hard head slobbering over her bosom, the impacts making both her shoulders and his head shake, as she tried to weaken the grip of the arm trapping her neck. But she had to stop abruptly as Doomsday's hand tightened its hold on her neck, squeezing with a pressure that left no doubt as to the precariousness of her position. Diana halted her blows, realizing that the monster was powerful enough not only to choke her unconscious but also to crush her neck like an eggshell if he wanted to, and he could easily abuse her unconscious or dead body, too.

Yet he seemed to want her fully aware, perhaps so she would acknowledge his possession of her body, she realized, as her sharp mind furiously analyzed and discarded the options available.

Diana understood that hateful as such attitude was, the inherent vanity worked in her favor. His desire to capture, not kill her, was a definite advantage for survival she had over Superman. Doomsday had already overpowered her and she could have been dead by now if he had held no interest in her body, but his ulterior motives gave her extra time to pull back.

She needed time to recover her strength to turn the tide of the conflict, so it would be been pointless to resist the caresses through misguided pride. If he decided to use his present advantage to use her sexually instead of killing her, she could hardly complain about it. As long as she survived there was still a chance to escape, and maybe defeat her foe, even if it meant having to endure his unwanted touch.

Smiling hideously in his advantage, Doomsday stopped his licking and reached closer to bite hard on the already fully erect nipples, making Wonder Woman wince as his sharp teeth almost drew blood. Moving closer, he opened his large mouth and sucked at the Amazon's right breast, the firm flesh almost swallowed whole into the monster's huge maw. Doomsday began then to suck rhythmically the captured teat as an infant nursing from a bottle, making Diana open her eyes widely at the sensation.

As she squirmed under Doomsday's weight, with her lower torso trapped by his massive body, she realized to her shock that not just her nipples were showing signs of being affected by his ministrations. Her nether parts were becoming suspiciously warm, and her bottom felt quite moist on her mound.

Merciful Aphrodite! she thought. The monster already was getting her excited!

---

Mike Schorr ran to the S.T.A.R. Labs building, dodging the wreckage scattered throughout the installation's grounds, evidence of Doomsday's passage. As he ran past the empty receptionist's desk in the deserted foyer, he cursed the traffic jams product of the evacuation rush, which had made it faster to abandon his car and cover the remaining distance on foot.

It was unlikely that anyone who could help him still remained in the facilities, but this was the only lead he had, and his sole chance to aid Wonder Woman.

The science consultant brought in by that the police lab to analyze the strange dust collected by Wonder Woman after her battle with the false Flash, had conjectured that the peculiar samples could be some kind of the artificial protoplasm-like matrix compound, a substance being developed in the Gateway S.T.A.R. Labs for something called "virtual clone" research.

Mike had never read Scientific American or watched regularly the Discovery Channel, but the 'clone' buzzword had spurred him to immediate action.

On his way to meeting the person who appeared in charge of the project, Doomsday had appeared, his rampage appearing to originating from the vicinities of the S.T.A.R. facilities.

Just as things were finally fitting together, thought the detective.

The ground suddenly trembled, a thunderous crash echoing in the distance. Unlike most of the city's residents, Mike was relieved at such sounds, as they meant that the fight still raged on, that Wonder Woman still stood. Mike had given up on his radio requests for updates on the fight's progress, as no info was being received anymore. The last police teams had evacuated the area after a falling building had killed half a SWAT squad. The CNN chopper trying to cover the confrontation had been struck by a piece of wreckage sent hurtling through the air, and destroyed. Until military satellites could enter the range to pierce the dust clouds suspended over the area of conflict, no one knew who was winning. Mike had to do with the sonic booms and accompanying tremors to assuage his concerns.

The police detective could have entered the maze of passageways of the research complex and chanced upon the right place only through the most preposterous coincidence, but such stretching of odds was not necessary, as just past the reception and exhibition areas, he found exactly the people he needed to find.

"Just open the doors for me, Margaret, and I'll let you go," said Dr. Julian Lazarus, holding a gun to the head of his former colleague. "You never need to hear from me again."

"Are you insane?" demanded the panicked scientist. "That thing out there will kill us all if we don't get the hell out fast! You-You can't make me stay!"

"Yes, I can. If you had not installed new retina-print locks I wouldn't need you, but you just had to play at being smart, didn't you?"

Several paces away, Mike unholstered his automatic and leveled it at the wild-haired guy in the dirty lab coat.

"Drop it mister. Nobody needs to get hurt", he said, ready to fire if needed. "Anyone care to explain just what the fuck's going on here?"

---

Wonder Woman gasped as Doomsday's mouth sucked hard on her whole teat, as if seeking to swallow it in one gulp, and then closed his jaws in a bite that covered a good portion of the surrounded flesh. His teeth then slid back without completely easing the pressure, the mouth closing slowly as he gradually relinquished the delicious globe, stopping finally when just the hard nipple was held in his bite. Large as the Amazon's nipples were, their erect lengths seemed delicately fragile in the clasp of Doomsday's teeth.

Trapped beneath the bulk of Doomsday's enormous body, Wonder Woman was breathing heavily now from more than just her weariness. Doomsday's rough but insistent caresses were having their desired effect on her, and she already felt like arching her back and pushing her chest towards him while he bit, sucked, licked, and almost chewed her proud bosom. As the monster's teeth worried anew the sensitive tip of her nipple, its sizable length was painfully stretched from the rosy swollen mound of the aureole, and she had bite her own lower lip to hold back a soft whimper.

The monster's attentions were far from gentle and the extreme sensitivity of her breasts and tender nipples made most of his rough caresses quite painful, yet the pain now held a significant component of pleasure.

Wonder Woman continued to analyze objectively her predicament with strategy-minded detachment, but she could not deny that the pleasure the forced caresses gave her, were making her more and more aroused, and had to reluctantly acknowledge that despite Doomsday's hideous features, she did find the monster's powerful and enormously muscled body to be quite desirable.

Unlike his previous incarnation as Sinestro, her foe, as Doomsday had become just the kind of strong, virile male she usually found very sexually attractive, and with whom she often enjoyed having casual sex. She even had to admit, with some unease, that the prospect of being forced to have sex with the brute no loner seemed as repugnant as it should be.

He was also beating her in fair combat until now, and if she could not manage to turn the scales on him, she would have to recognize that if he were to take her sexually, in a sense, he had also earned something of a right to do it. In Diana's Amazon upbringing, with its emphasis on excellence and competition, the rights of victory in combat were hardly ever disputed, and in her adventures as Wonder Woman, the rights that her foes would claim over her were always of similar carnal natures; and most times she had few complaints. Any creature capable of besting her in a fair fight, was clearly also a potentially worthy partner for sexual intercourse at least physically.

But although she was already being sexually excited by Doomsday and knew that she would most likely find it pleasurable if made to have sex with him, she knew that her body's desires were irrelevant to the greater importance of defeating such a dangerous creature. Sex in such cases was just another part of a larger struggle, and she could take advantage of his lusts even before it came to actual copulation.

She had been waiting for the monster to attempt to kiss her again on the lips or neck, hoping to strike then at the exposed neck with a mid-finger-knuckles thrust to this trachea, but she found that the brute's attention was heading in the opposite direction.

Feeling the Amazon's body reluctantly relaxing in his grasp as he worked on the magnificent bosom, Doomsday began to slide down her body, his hand still gripping the delicate neck, while his sharp teeth bit painfully the soft undersides of the firm, unsagging teats, and the bony ridges on his chest scratched painfully the smooth-skinned midsection of the heroine.

Wonder Woman sighed as she felt the monster leave the assault on her bosom, seeing her chance for a throat strike vanish, but she immediately saw his new intentions, as his tongue lapped at the red streaks he had left on her taut belly, and she felt his weight ease off her lower body. Doomsday seemingly wanted to test his oral skills on even more sensitive areas.

Overconfident in his clearly superior strength, he could still allow her a good chance at victory, she realized.

As the monster moved lower, freeing her from more his bulk's weight, Wonder Woman cautiously tested moving her legs. With careful slowness, she began to slip one long leg up from between the kneeling creature's tree trunk-like thighs, only to have the brute grab the limb, and move it free himself, spreading it to the side with a clumsy shove.

Wonder Woman pursed her lips as she saw that the arm she had joint-locked minutes before was obviously operational again. As the monster knelt below her, holding her by knee and throat with his hands, she slid free her other leg and moved it gently over his shoulder, pulling him to her, as his face dove for the damp treasure between her legs.

With a fearsome grin, Doomsday's teeth clenched on the damp and dusty fabric of the star-patterned blue bottom and tore it off her, exposing the wedge-shaped patch of silken pubic hair, its soft curls glistening with her moisture.

That was a cunt really worth eating, the lustful look in his eyes seemed to say, as his big, strong tongue went diving into her already swollen folds.

---

"Let me get it straight," Mike Schorr said, frowning. "Your son died while trying to hook up his brain to the machines you invented, so now you're convinced that his mind is trapped inside them?"

"Yes! The system by default would have created a full copy of his memories and personality holo-state as a standard backup before creating the unstable quantum construct that crashed it!" the wild-eyed scientist exclaimed while still waving a snub-nosed .38 in the face of Dr. Margaret Chilton, his former colleague. "Kris has been trapped there all the time, while these damn bureaucrats play their idiot games! But I can bring him back. I can build him a new body!"

"Utter nonsense!" shouted Dr. Chilton. "Julian can't deal with the guilt of his son's death, so he created this ridiculous fantasy! He should be locked away!"

"Look, Doc," said Mike, walking closer warily, and keeping his own gun trained on Dr. Lazarus. "I've no idea of whether what you say is possible. God knows that I've seen stranger things the past weeks. But you need to put that thing down. You can't help your son this way."

"Of course I can! I just need her security access to get me through the automated system. I can repair the damage. These morons have no idea how it all really works. I can input a mathematical model for his body, generate it from the matrix material, and download his mind into it! I will bring my son back!"

"That's impossible! Even if the system had copied your son's mindmap, we're still years away from creating a stable organic matrix simulacrums," argued Dr. Chilton.

"You idiot! What do you think Kris has been doing unconsciously doing this past week?" Lazarus shouted in exasperation. "He's been accessing the metahuman profiles we got from Cadmus and using their templates to escape the system!"

"What?"

"Where the hell do you think that Doomsday came from?"

"WHAT?"

"Kris is in shock, unaware of what happened. He must thinks he's just playing video games, still inside the fictional VR world he wanted to access," said Lazarus, his voice slowly becoming heavy with guilt.

"It's impossible," mumbled Dr. Chilton, appalled. "The system was damaged. It isn't operational."

"The system reboots itself as a failsafe to protect the simulacrum's integrity. Only the virtual reality environment generator must be off-line. Kris must have unconsciously sought a way to move, and accessed the matrix generator, using the body templates that were available. Once his mind animated them, he must have believed he was in a VR environment, playing a game."

Lazarus seemed to crumble at this point, lowering his armed hand, he slumped, close to the point of tears.

"He must be doing all of it, the destruction, the killings, for fun... I - I had no idea what sort of things he was into..."

"You mean you had models for these monsters set-up in your system?" Mike asked Dr. Chilton incredulously.

"The Department of Extra-normal Operations has been interested in the possibilities of artificially generating paranormals. It all had proper government sanctions, I assure you," Chilton said nervously.

"Oh. I don't doubt that," said Mike, slowly taking the revolver away from Lazarus, before turning to her. "But I think you should be opening up those restricted areas for us. Right now."

"But-you cannot! You can't-You have no warrant for-!"

"No, but I do have many, many friends in the Press," Mike said. "And a story I bet they should find very interesting."

Margaret Chilton felt her whole world shudder. There was no sign of bluffing in the policeman's eyes, and if what Lazarus said was true, S.T.A.R. Labs could be held partially liable regarding all the destruction. Property damage lawsuits alone would be astronomical, she realized.

"Come this way."

---

She was just setting him up, preparing to overturn the situation. So did Wonder Woman tell herself, as her now fully nude body stiffened in response to the tongue powerfully lapping at her vagina, its thick, coarse length sliding from her anus to the top of her mound in mighty strokes, parting her outer labia and rubbing her now drenched inner lips with unrelenting fervor.

She was bidding time until the right moment. That she happened to enjoy it was a marginal side effect. But it a really good side-effect, she had to admit.

He was indeed making her feel more and more excited as his mouth worked on her core, but she dismissed any guilt she could feel about feeling arousement from her enemy's actions. She had not wanted it but neither would she deny its existence. Accepting the pleasures he gave her was just part of flow of the combat.

She had been quite surprised by the marked improvement in her attacker's use of cunnilingus. There was still no much finesse or subtlety in the oral caresses, but the tongue's power and size made it very effective on her highly responsive sex, a thought that almost made her blush as she considered its consequent extrapolation. She expected to stop him before it came to that, but was already willing to accept the alternative if it became unavoidable.

She liked her men to be strong and big, and even as a duplicate, few could match Doomsday in those areas. If she was forced to find out first-hand if such traits were comprehensive, she would not find it too difficult to endure. She was fully aware that he was an evil monster, guilty of vast destruction and many deaths, and held no affection for him. Instead she felt anger and disgust at his nature, at his evil and sick mind that had caused so much harm through his single-minded lust for her. But that did not mean she did not feel a purely physical strong attraction to his present bodily incarnation.

As the insistent tongue sweeps made her clitoris emerge from its hood, to be powerfully licked by the huge rough-surfaced tongue, Diana felt a strong wave of undiluted pleasure run her body with tsunami-like unstoppability. She could not hold back a moan as she pushed her hips up, actually offering her sex better to his lapping. Doomsday dove in with clear enthusiasm, making her tremble as the powerful tongue rubbed on each pass the sensitive ignition button.

Arching her back as she allowed herself to enjoy the pleasure, she coiled one long leg tightly around his side and back, just beneath the straightened arm that still held her neck captive, and she slid sensuously her other leg over the large expanse of his shoulder, ignoring the scratches made on her soft skin by his bony growths, until she had coiled it next to his big head, her firm thigh pressing against the side of her face, the heel of her boot rubbing down the length of his back.

With hips in the air and her legs cradling his head and shoulders, Diana felt shivers of pleasure run through her back, thighs and buttocks as Doomsday's tongue entered her, its flexible length caressing her from inside. He sat back in a kneeling position and leaned forward more, while grabbing her ass with his free hand, kneading a tense buttock while his thick thumb rubbed close to her puckered anal entrance.

Diana cried out in unapologetic pleasure, her back arching completely off the ground, lifting her hips higher against his face, as his tongue forced most of its thick length into her tight entrance, even while the daring thumb behind began to probe boldly into her anus, making her become even more sensitive to the vaginal caresses as her awareness of her most intimate area reached a far higher level.

She was now stretched upside down towards his face, with only her head and shoulders resting on the ground, while her legs tightened erotically around his neck and shoulder, and her arms hugged the hugely-muscled arm clasping her neck and keeping her head back. Her tensed sweat-covered body shook with spasms as the intense oral sex started to drive her towards orgasm.

In her battle with the Sinestro incarnation Diana had refused to surrender to the unwanted pleasures his assault had forced on her, despising the villain for his evil, senseless endangering of innocent lives just to force her into a vulnerable position, and finding his impersonal, detached abuse of her body hateful, even if effective. But much as she still loathed her enemy's actions and motivation, she had no inhibitions regarding enjoying his caresses now. Not only was she extremely attracted to the powerful, over-muscled body seeking to possess hers, she also felt that whatever pleasures she could achieve, she had earned. She had fought with all her power and done her best efforts, if she had still been caught and had to endure being used by a hateful foe, her making the most of it was only reasonable.

Wonder Woman had no objections to letting Doomsday drive her to orgasm if he could. Just the opposite.

She moaned louder and louder as his tongue slid deep into her drenched depths, tasting the hot, plentiful juices at her core, the huge, powerful tongue muscle exploring her vagina as no human tongue ever could, while his thumb, well lubricated by her overflowing fluids, finally conquered her anal sphincter, sliding its thick length, much bigger than a normal man's penis, deeply into her anus. The exquisite pain of the intrusion, raising the extreme sensitivity of her sex even higher, was enough to finally drive her over the edge, and she cried out without restrain as she felt a powerful orgasm overload her senses.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! OH, YES! YES-YES-YEEES!"

Wonder Woman cried out in delight as she gave in to the climax. Her arms clenched powerfully the thick arm which held her in turn by the neck, while her spasming legs tightened with orgasmic strength around Doomsday's upper body, his shoulder and neck clasped by the contracting limbs. While powerful tremors ran through her magnificent body for minutes, making her head toss side to side and her breasts shake and jostle, Doomsday continued his oral and finger assault on the climaxing beauty, until he began to notice discomfort from the pressure her legs exerted around his neck. Sliding his slick finger out from her ass, he tried to use his free arm to move her legs apart, but his leverage was ineffective to force them loose, as one of the Amazon's ankles was now locked by the back of the other leg's bent knee, and her powerful leg muscles refused to relinquish the hold that she had tightened with her orgasmic contractions and the extra strength it had afforded her.

Although Doomsday's thick neck and his superhuman metabolism could have resisted virtually any kind of respiratory choke, as his body could go without breath for untold lengths of time, the triangle choke Wonder Woman's legs now applied pressed Doomsday's neck irresistibly against his own massive shoulder, blocking the arteries as the blood-flow strangulation cut off all oxygen to his brain. Only her extremely long legs could have trapped the massive upper body into such a choke.

Realizing that things were wrong, Doomsday's mouth gave up his pleasuring of the Amazon's sex, enabling Wonder Woman to tighten the hold even more. Feeling Doomsday's tongue leaving her slit, and her orgasm beginning to subside, she breathed deeply with just a twinge of regret, and shifted her full concentration to the task at hand, tightening the triangle choke even more.

Doomsday tried to clumsily free himself in puzzlement, foolishly letting go of Wonder Woman's neck as he tried in vain to free his trapped shoulder joint and ease the pressure on his neck. Unable to release his arm as it was firmly held in straight, stretched-out position by the heroine's own powerful arms, Doomsday stood up, disoriented. His clarity of thoughts and his chances of escaping the hold diminished as his brain became slowly deprived of oxygen.

The bruised and tired Amazon Princess, her breath still labored from her recent climax, allowed herself to smile.

She now had the bastard.

---

Cassie Sandsmark ignored the ringing of the phone as she entered her home in the Gateway suburbs, flushed with the exertion of having ran there all the way from the mall.

Cassie chose not to answer, as confirming that she still was in the city's proximity would make her mother even more worried. Better for her Mom to think that she had been evacuated along with the other mall-goers, Cassie reasoned.

Her mother would hardly approve of her intentions, anyway. But Cassie had to do something to help Diana.

The radio had said that superhuman help would hardly arrive on time. But as Cassie ran up the stairs and into Diana's room, she thought that if no existing heroes could aid Diana, maybe new ones were needed. The box was thankfully still in Diana's closet, between the pair of normal boxes holding only shoes. Within, besides an ornate bracelet, was a pair of sandals with small wings strangely attached.

Hang on, Diana, the teenage girl thought. Help was on the way.

---

With one last shudder, Doomsday's enormous figure finally fell to the ground, his thick limbs still flailing erratically. His eyes clouded, and then closed.

Diana gritted her teeth, keeping the pressure on the hold long after the fallen brute had stopped moving completely. She was worn and battered but she was not taking any chances.

As Doomsday had began to feel the choke's effects, he had clumsily hurled himself at all types of buildings and structures, trying to dislodge the Amazon from his body. Bruises and cuts were everywhere on her face and body from such impacts and the multiple blows that Doomsday had thrown at her in his desperation, limited by his lack of leverage and growing loss of physical coordination. Yet Wonder Woman had held on, for what had seemed like an eternity, the strength of her legs making the hold unbreakable, until the strangulation had brought even the deadly powerhouse down.

He was also not vanishing into glowing dust as had happened previously. As she had hoped, disorientation resulting from the choke had prevented the villain animating Doomsday from once again discarding the host body and escaping. Perhaps she had finally managed to capture him.

Wonder Woman kept the choke at full strength for many long minutes more. She recalled the deaths and awful destruction, and wondering how much longer would she need to finish off the monster permanently. Finally she relented and relaxed her tired legs. She could not do it. The enemy was defeated, and to continue until his death would have been dishonorable under these circumstances. That he had just given her a delicious orgasm was irrelevant.

She stood up shakily, away from the huge limp body of Doomsday, her tired legs feeling about to cramp, although small tingles of pleasure still ran their length.

It had been quite a match, in every way, she thought, smiling, just as she glanced appreciatively at the enormously muscled body. She noticed that at some point, the creature's phallus had expanded and torn through the cloth of his tattered pants, and the now flaccid member was exposed in all its amazing length.

She raised her eyebrows in honest astonishment.

The penis, even in its present state, was over a foot in length, and its width was larger than the diameter of one of her bracelets.

"Hera! He was huge!" the surprised heroine muttered in amazement. She wondered how big it could be when erect. That she had not been made to find out was then both a relief and a mild disappointment.

Her enjoyment of sex did not always depend on penis size, and her extraordinary vaginal tightness often made penetration by even a moderately large penis to be quite painful at first, yet size was still a major psychological turn-on for her, as the idea of being entered by truly heroically-sized members invariably aroused her. Its was truly an aesthetic preference, just like she was generally attracted to the most massively muscular male bodies, even when they were too exaggerated according to general tastes, or even actually venturing into grotesque excess.

She just had a thing for size and power, and Doomsday had indeed been gifted in both respects. Was even the Minotaur so large and thick? Or Darkseid himself? She wondered she would have endured being entered by such a monstrous thing, considering how aroused and wet she had been, or if she would have been torn apart.

"Diana!"

Turning around, Wonder Woman was shocked to see a young black-haired girl flying to a stop in midair, a handful of steps away from her.

"Did I miss it-?" said Cassie, stopping her question abruptly at the sight of the naked Amazon standing next to the fallen monster.

"Cassie? What are you doing here?" asked the shocked Amazon, realizing that it was her teenage friend, wearing some kind of wig and large aviator-like goggles to disguise her features.

"I-I wanted to -like- help..." stammered Cassie, blushing.

Despite the dirt, scratches and bruises covering her, the tall figure of the heroine, wearing only tiara, bracelets and boots, was simply stunning in its simple mixture of athleticism and lush voluptuousness. Cassie, ashamed of her reaction to Diana's nakedness, looked down to avoid her eyes, only to gasp at the sight of Doomsday's monstrous phallus out in the open.

Diana found herself blushing as Cassie's awed eyes went to her, then back to Doomsday and his massive endowment, and finally returned to her, with an expression of dumbstruck astonishment in the young girl's whole face.

It certainly looked rather compromising, she knew.

---

"Damn it! DAMN IT! I-I can't turn him off!"

"What? Why?" Mike Schorr demanded. Despite Chilton's protests to the contrary, there was no doubt anymore that Doomsday had emerged from this very S.T.A.R. Labs installation. The huge hole punched through the wall of the sub-basement-level chamber and the wide tunnel punched through the adjoining bedrock left no room for conjecture.

"The damages are more extensive than what I expected. Lousy Lexcorp crap! The command interpreter is now useless! The system is running itself and will not accept outside commands. I can't even access the simulacrum! I-I can't make any contact with Kris," Julian Lazarus said, consternated. "My God, he must have been in complete sensory deprivation in there. Even if the used the generated matrix simulacrums, they must have errors in the sensory interfaces. He-He must have gone mad in there!"

"Look, whatever happened, he's going nuts out here, too! People have died, and Wonder Woman may die too if you can't turn off this damned thing!"

"Perhaps if I could face him I could convince him to stop and return here... Maybe I... I-I don't know," Lazarus muttered in obvious despair.

"Diana may be dead by then," said Mike, as he leveled his gun at the complex devices in front of him and began shooting.

---

"You shouldn't have come here, Cassie! It was far too dangerous!" Diana admonished.

"But-"

"Even with the Sandals of Hermes," she added with a gesture at the winged sandals on Cassie's feet, which were enabling the girl to hover in mid-air. Diana had allowed her to use them just once before, but she had clearly mastered them upon need. "It was very foolish of you!"

"But... Diana! Did you-? Did you fuck that...thing?" Cassie asked incredulously, unsure of whether to feel angry, disgusted, jealous or perversely excited.

"Uh? No. Not really," Diana answered with a sigh. Although it did come close, she thought, knowing that part of her would not have minded if it had happened.

"I'll tell you what happened, alright? But this isn't the best moment, Cassie," said Diana, realizing that this would need some very careful explaining. Besides the obviously compromising tableaux, her abstracted contemplation of Doomsday's size had again made her nipples very clearly erect, and her lower body was still wet from her flowing juices, all of which Cassie could have noticed.

In her concern and embarrassment, she failed to notice that behind her, Doomsday's eyes suddenly opened.

---

"NO!" creamed Lazarus, as the damaged machines sputtered and died. "He's trapped in the simulacrum now! What have you done?"

"Stop Doomsday," Mike said. "This machine gave him artificial life, right? So now it's finished, and good riddance!"

"YOU FOOL! HE WON'T STOP!"

"He won't?"

"Not right now," said Lazarus, sinking to the floor in desperation, his voice taking on a monotone born of numbness. "The virtual clones are programmed patterns of energy animating an adaptable matrix material into the simulated configuration. The stored energy in an isolated model could last for many hours."

"But the machines?'

"The sudden break from the central system can at the most produce an automatic reboot of the now isolated simulacrum... I-Oh, my God!"

With that Lazarus broke down and began crying.

"Oh, shit," said Mike.

---

"Meanwhile, let's find my lasso and bind him before he wakes up," said Diana, gesturing towards the spot where Doomsday had taken her down first and she had lost her lariat.

Cassie followed Diana to where her discarded lasso laid, still in shock over what she had seen, and highly embarrassed by her none-too-tactful outburst. Yet she could not avoid staring at Diana's magnificent nude body, her irresistible sexuality somehow more noticeable now than ever, making Cassie feel queasy in the stomach.

Oh, shit, she thought. She had likely insulted her. How could Diana ever forgive her? What had she been thinking?

As Cassie looked away to avoid meeting Diana's eyes, she felt her heart skip a beat at what suddenly came into her sight.

"DIANA! LOOK OUT!"

Wonder Woman, lasso in hand, had barely time to turn around before a huge piece of wreckage struck her, the massive section of reinforced concrete slab thrown by Doomsday shattering upon impact on her body.

"NOOOOOOOOO-!" screamed Cassie as she saw Diana fall, immediately rushing between the enormous creature and the fallen heroine. With no thought for her own safety, Cassie dove at full speed towards Doomsday, her fist cocked back, ready to strike at the monster.

Casually, as if swatting a fly, Doomsday slapped her away, sending the young girl to crash against a wall half a block distant. Immediately unconscious, Cassie crumbled in a heap to the sidewalk, slender legs spread awkwardly, and her wig fallen to reveal the short blonde hair.

Doomsday started again towards the fallen Amazon, and perhaps wondering upon the intrusion of such a minor annoyance, he glanced momentarily at Cassie. He then halted abruptly, like paused by a sense of recognition, and his gaze fixed on the limp young girl.

Fighting against the encroaching unconsciousness, Wonder Woman forced herself to get up to her knees. Rising her clouded gaze, she saw Doomsday walking towards where Cassie lay helpless.

"NO! YOU WON'T!"

With a sudden burst of speed, Wonder Woman flew at Doomsday, tackling his legs and lifting him up, crashing the two of them through a dozen buildings before flying up and rising miles into the air in a scarce second. Doomsday reacted and tried to grab her, but she twisted in midair and threw him down with all her strength, the impact driving him deeply into the ground, out of sight.

Landing next to Cassie's fallen form, the Amazon was relieved to find that she was still breathing normally, with no visible injuries. She almost felt like crying as she realized that coiled around Cassie's wrist was a gleaming length of golden metal, delicately inscribed with Hellenic characters.

The Bracelet of Atlas, Diana realized, recognizing the magical artifact that Artemis had once worn, capable of magnifying ten-fold the wearer's strength, stamina and resilience. Only that had enabled Cassie to survive Doomsday's blow unharmed.

Just as she rose with Cassie in her arms, about to fly her to safety, Wonder Woman was suddenly grabbed around the ankles by huge powerful hands erupting up through the very ground. Doomsday had cunningly used the utility tunnels underground to sneak up to the Amazon.

Feeling Doomsday's irresistible grip pulling her down through the shattered concrete sidewalk, the heroine in desperation threw Cassie aside trusting the magical bracelet's power enhancement to protect the girl from a fall. Then, as Doomsday pulled her lower, grabbing her around the slender waist, the Amazon raised her elbow and brought it down hard onto his collarbone.

Doomsday loosened his grip with a silent grimace of pain, and Wonder Woman instantly tried to fly up and away, but was stopped as Doomsday grabbed again her ankle in a vise-like grip, swinging her hard against the ground before he crawled out of the hole in the sidewalk. Pulling the dazed Amazon to him by her leg as he got to his feet, Doomsday suddenly staggered in pain as Wonder Woman kicked hard with her free leg against the side of his knee. As Doomsday released her, Wonder Woman twisted in the ground, swinging her now-free legs in expanding arcs within Doomsdays own, sweeping him off his feet, before using the momentum to roll to her feet.

Just when the Amazon stood up, the fallen Doomsday grabbed from the debris around him a manhole cover and threw it at her like an Olympic discus. Wonder Woman instantly deflected it with one fluid motion, the cast iron clanging against one of her bracelets, but the fraction of time spent allowed Doomsday to jump up and rush clumsily at her. Not missing a beat, she spun and twisted within the grasp of Doomsday's outstretched arms, her right hand grabbing his wrist while the left forearm blocked against the side of his head, pivoting his huge body over her side as her left hip provided a fulcrum.

Smashing Doomsday hard against the ground with the hip throw, Wonder Woman used her advantage to twist the fallen creature facedown in an instant, one hand stretching out the brute's arm against her bent knee, and with a loud battle shout, she struck with all her might with a hammer-fist strike at the vulnerably locked elbow. Doomsday surged upward with the pain of the dislocated joint, pulling in the damaged arm with such sudden strength that Wonder Woman was pulled down too.

With inhuman speed, the furious Doomsday grabbed at the Amazon's long hair before she could regain her balance, and pulling powerfully, he slammed her head hard against the pavement. Settling on his knees, Doomsday secured his hold on the Heroine's lustrous mane, and repeated the slam again and again.

Letting the now unconscious heroine down, Doomsday stood up, and with a silent roar, he pulled on his dislocated arm, the joint snapping back into place with a sickening noise, the damaged flesh around it already swelling. He then picked up the magic lasso from where the now unconscious heroine had let it fall.

Pulling the Amazon's arms up, he managed to tie the lariat one-handedly around her wrists. Then, dragging the fallen Amazon behind him, he limped towards the spot where Cassie lay unconscious. After looking at the girl up close for a moment, the monster turned his attention back to Wonder Woman, and placed her face up on the sidewalk, where he could still keep an eye on the unconscious teen. Then, he tore off the rest of his own clothes, and knelt between the open legs of the Amazon Princess.

Spreading the legs of the unconscious beauty, Doomsday aimed the large head of his hardening member at her vaginal entrance. As he thrust forward, his penis slid several times along her slit, failing to gain entrance, the huge size of the still partial erection and his positioning making the penetration difficult. Still, his repeated attempts made the heroine's still sensitive sex react to the stimulation, as the thick rod rubbed her flesh with each failed thrust. Her sex grew damp again, and the heroine's breath changed its cadence, growing heavy, even gasping weakly as the frustrated slips of the giant phallus often rubbed hard against her erect clitoris.

Compensating for his injured arm, Doomsday finally adjusted his position, and managing to place himself in the right spot, he thrust powerfully, shoving his enormous member inside the beautiful heroine's tight depths.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIEE!"

Wonder Woman cried out loudly, her body tensing as if struck by lightning, the intense pain in her loins shockingly waking her out of unconsciousness as her body was impaled by the gigantic piece of meat, her tight sex brutally stretched by the savage intrusion. She instinctively tried to struggle against the weight over her, and realized with horror that not only was she pinned down by the huge being and his giant rod inside her, her hands were also tied up by her own unbreakable magic lasso.

In every sense of the word, she was screwed.

Doomsday's very first thrust had driven almost nine inches of thick phallus into the deliciously tight vagina, and he began to pump furiously, his monstrous member entering deeper each time as it grew even harder and larger with each thrust, achieving full erection with delicious feeling of her velvety flesh around him. His broad bloodied mouth smiled in clear delight as his superhuman strength easily overcame the desperate resistance of the shocked heroine's tightly clenching flesh, and his thrusts built to a heavy duty piston-like rhythm which few living beings could even conceive. Wonder Woman gasped and whimpered as she felt the enormous rock-hard phallus thrusting even deeper into her, its powerful intrusion stretching her with pain of an intensity she had rarely known. She needed to wonder no more about the erect size of the monster's endowment as she was experiencing it first-hand.

"Aphrodite help me!" she whispered almost inaudibly. It felt about to split her asunder, the Amazon thought in brief panic, her luscious body violently shaking and trembling under the brutal onslaught, while Doomsday's massive body loomed over her, dwarfing her.

Her initial reaction to resist his penetrations had only increased the pain, so she realized that to survive the ordeal she had instead to make herself accommodate him better, relaxing her body to more easily take in the impaling member, becoming well lubricated enough to allow easier access and avoid being burned raw by the incredible friction of the brutal thrusting. She had been reasonably wet when first entered by the monster, and still the pain had been excruciating. As the monster forced himself deeper and harder into her, she needed to lubricate much more abundantly. She began to coordinate her body to move in time with his, seeking an angle that would to diminish the pain and increase the modicum of faint pleasure the painful invasion did give her, to her surprise.

She pressed her bent legs against his side trying to partially cushion the depth of his thrusts while enhancing the feeling of intimacy that would help her increase her own arousal. She marshaled all of her powers of concentration and sought to control as far as possible her breathing and relax her punished body, to accommodate the massive tool now piercing her, attempting to lessen the pain by focusing on its very source, on the shaft of steel-hard meat that stretched her so brutally, forcing herself to drown out the agony by becoming even more aware of its texture and hardness, and acknowledging the real erotic thrill of finally having that monstrous thing filling her with its inhuman length.

Doomsday thrust into her with even greater strength, penetrating her almost to the base of his member, and she yelped loudly as the huge head hit her cervix.

"Heavens! It's impossible!" Diana gasped.

The pleasure was present, she could feel it, but was accompanied by just too much pain. Excited as she was by finally copulating with what seemed to be the most physically powerful and well-endowed humanoid being this side of Apokolips, her enjoyment of the coupling was not enough to mute how much the savage abuse hurt.

Then, as Doomsday kept pounding into her almost to the hilt, blunt knobby bone protrusions around his groin began to bump against the upper part of the Amazon's sex, and several hard bulges rubbed hard against her erect clitoris with each thrust, making the lovely heroine gasp for air at the added sensation. Her eyes widened in surprise, and with a deep breath, she began to time her own motions accordingly, seeking again the right angle for the involuntary caress to coincide with each thrust. Soon she was moaning with excitement as the pleasure of the coupling finally began to equal, and even surpass, the pain.

"OH, Hera...!" she moaned out loud, slowly beginning to feel her body relax, accepting the intensity of her ravishment, her sex shyly accepting with incredible elasticity the massive tool stretching her, intense pain melding with the doubled pleasure of the coupled stimulation to her clitoris and her vagina, enhancing instead of fighting it, the previous agony becoming exquisite delight. Only a few others in the past, like Darkseid, and more recently Etrigan, had made her experience such a transcendence of pleasure through the magnification of simultaneous pain, achieving it on her through masterful technique and irresistible power. Doomsday had chanced upon it through the sheer luck of natural endowment and brute excess.

Wonder Woman began to move in perfect unison with Doomsday's thrusts, her body swaying erotically with the rhythms of their mating, with a sensuous grace not unlike that of dance. His every thrust was still met by cries and whimpers from her, yet these were of a much different nature. The ever-present pain now helped to raise the pleasure to greater heights, and her inner muscles worked to caress the huge shaft sliding in and out of her, not to prevent its motion.

Diana's now eager cooperation soon had its own effect of her ravisher. The monster's mighty body tensed and his phallus started throbbing inside the heroine. With a voiceless groan, Doomsday came, ejaculating powerfully inside Wonder Woman. As her oversensitive sex felt the bursts of copious hot semen erupting inside her, the sudden fear of being impregnated by the creature, artificial construct or not, crossed Diana's mind momentarily, only to be forgotten in the next instant, as with a powerful shudder and a loud high-pitched cry, she reached orgasm herself. Wild pleasure flooded her body and mind as she came, and her sex clenched on the hard intrusion inside her like a greedy hand retaining a treasure.

---

"What do you mean we can't get any visuals? Is there anything wrong with the satellites?" asked the NORAD officer.

"Not that we can tell, Sir," replied the baffled technician. "The satellites are in place, and we seem to be receiving the feed correctly, but the images somehow seem to be scrambled."

"Is the dust over the site responsible?"

"Impossible! Our surveillance system can count all the moles in Kadafi's hairy butt in a desert cave during a sandstorm!" said another technician, furiously typing on his keyboard. "It's more like the local system itself is scrambling the input!"

"How come? We've got half the country's armed forces ready to go in as soon as we get some confirmation of what's going on there! Has this system malfunctioned like that before?"

"Never happened, Sir. The whole network is custom-made Waynetech, Sir, it makes standard Lexcorp systems look like beads on a string!"

"If I hadn't tested the firewall myself, I'd say we have a virus blocking us," the second technician said, frowning. "But who the hell could do something like this?"

---

"Oh, Diana, this may be too much, even for you," whispered Oracle, the faint glow of her monitors the only light in the room. Barbara Gordon, the former heroine once known as Batgirl, sat uneasy in her wheelchair, her monitors showing the unscrambled images from Wonder Woman's confrontation with Doomsday in Gateway City. Her hacking into the NORAD and Pentagon systems would need to be rerouted after this, but certainly it was for the best if no one else got a clear glimpse of this kind of footage.

The way Wonder Woman's long legs were wrapped around Doomsday's waist left very little doubt in Oracle's mind as to what exactly was happening to the Amazon Princess beneath the monster's bulk. Not only was the monster apparently raping her, by her responses it seemed to be doing a pretty good job of it.

Among everything that the Joker's bullet had stolen from her when she was crippled, sex was perhaps what she missed the most. Even the lousiest of lays or the most disturbing and dark instances of sex she had ever known as either Barbara Gordon or Batgirl, seemed like cherished memories these days. But even so, she could never contemplate being raped by a villain, a monster, and actually going along with it, much less enjoy it. Sexual abuse was an ever-present danger for superheroines, but Barbara would rather have died than endure such an abominable affront.

She had heard the rumors about Diana, of course, the gossip, the nasty anonymous stories that claimed that the virtuous Amazon Princess if not a butch lesbian, would secretly spread her legs for the most outrageous of suitors, that behind her facade of righteous and pure perfection Wonder Woman was a slut who would lie with the worst of her enemies, or even with hideous monsters or lowly animals.

Criminals spread such tall tales themselves, boasting of imaginary contests to their kind. As Oracle, she even found once a newsgroup on the web where so-called supervillains or their henchmen posted highly detailed sexual abuse accounts about all heroines from Black Canary to Zatanna, characterizing every one of them as masochistic horny sluts. To her surprise, there were almost as many such fabrications about her, as Batgirl, as were about Wonder Woman. She knew not whether to feel flattered or sickened at such dubious popularity. She recalled one about her and Killer Croc being the most imaginative.

Of course most other heroines basically hated Diana with passion. She could make even the best-built of them look as clumsy and homely also-rans. There was even word of someone who got rather big implants to feel less intimidated by the comparison, as it would help any. Being such a high standard to measure up to encouraged resentment and surely fueled such nasty rumors and jokes among the heroine community.

That catty nonsense just angered Barbara. They had never been close, but there was a kindness and warmth to Diana that made almost everyone love her dearly, even if she really could come on a bit too strong on the self-righteousness at times.

But petty childish envies aside, with what she was seeing on her computer screen, Barbara would need to deeply reconsider everything she had heard about Diana's private preferences.

The figures on the screen changed position, and Wonder Woman went on all fours before Doomsday, allowing a better view of their actions. Barbara's eyebrows rose. If she was being forced against her will, Diana was being rather cooperative.

Diana did come from a radically different culture, which could explain her attitudes towards sex being really more unconventional that what was thought, but even so, and with a really questionable taste in partners, having sex with Doomsday was not a trifling matter.

All those jealous hussies would likely think twice now about wishing to be in Diana's boots, Barbara thought with a mirthless smile. If anyone could even survive getting raped by that monster, it would surely be Wonder Woman, but things did not seem very encouraging about her being able to defeat it in the end.

Duplicate or not, that thing could easily kill Diana even as it fucked her.

Not without some embarrassment, Barbara adjusted the feed for better resolution.

"Heavens! Look at that!" Oracle said out loud, truly amazed at the sight. Worried as she was for Diana, the spectacle of the huge monster mounting the Amazon beauty was still an impressive sight.

"Well, you don't seem to be having such an awful time," Barbara muttered over her cup of coffee, blushing. "But I do hope you know how to work this out, girl."

---

Diana gritted her teeth as Doomsday increased the pace of his frenzied pumping. Even before her orgasm had peaked and began to fade, the monster had renewed his thrusting with even greater enthusiasm, with hardly a pause after his own climax, not allowing Wonder Woman any time to recover. To her astonishment, it seemed like he could continue the pace endlessly, and his mighty thrusts began to once again hurt the heroine's oversensitive flesh, with pleasure again fighting to catch up. She gasped for breath, amazed. This gave a new dimension to the concept of multiple orgasms.

She moaned with each newly painful impalement, and realized that the monster could very easily rape her to death, if he could. Her face-up body was centered on a compressed slab of sidewalk, with a wild network of cracks and fissures in the concrete radiating from the area of her loins. Doomsday's pumping made the ground tremble like a demolition jackhammer.

Already weary from both their brutal fight and the on-going savage coupling, Wonder Woman wondered how much more of this she could stand.

Turning her head to the side while Doomsday leaned close to bite her ear, she saw with surprise that within a couple of feet of her was Cassie, laid on her back, still unconscious.

"Mighty Olympus!" she muttered with horror, realizing that if the monster finished her, the young girl could be next. Now more that ever, Wonder Woman knew she had to stop him, somehow, while she still had the strength. She just could not see how.

Her blue eyes then flashed with the spark of sudden insight, finally seeing the way out, understanding what she needed to do.

She had to, she thought. As Doomsday moved to bite anew the perfect flesh of her shaking bosom, he heard Wonder Woman softly address him between gasps and moans.

"From behind-Take me from behind."

When Doomsday appeared uncertain of her request, she demanded louder: "Fuck me from behind, you hateful brute! Fuck me like a dog would, damn it!"

Smiling hideously at the request, Doomsday leaned back and effortlessly, raised Wonder Woman's body by her slender waist. With ridiculous ease, he turned her around, his member still partly sunk in her wet sex as she was bodily rotated around the axis of the massive penis. Turned face-down, Diana settled on both her knees and forearms, while Doomsday slid his able hand over her perfectly round, hard buttocks just before grabbing at her waist, his oversized fingers almost encircling all of its perimeter, and using it to keep her place, he began to pump into her with savage delight.

She had won her first victory in the road to his defeat, Wonder Woman knew, as she resumed her moans and cries with even higher volume and intensity while the monster's shaft began to powerfully slide in and out of her in the new angle of penetration. The pain was even greater now, as she found it even harder to accommodate his enormous mass in such a position. Despite the restrains of his hand on her waist, her fingers were forced to dig deeply into the concrete sidewalk for support as his violent thrusts almost threw her whole body forward like a limp rag doll, her large hanging breasts oscillating wildly in time with the pumping. Carefully, inch by inch, she let his pushing move her slightly forward.

It was too slow, she decided. it would take too long. She would have orgasmed half a dozen more times, before she had reached the spot.

"Harder! Give it to me harder, you bastard!" she demanded in a throaty voice halfway between a gasp and a growl. "Fuck me harder, you monster! Make me your bitch! FUCK ME HARDER! YES!"

After an instant of apparently surprised hesitation, Doomsday obliged her.

"YES! YES! THAT'S IT! FUCK ME HARD! HARDER! YES!"

That was better, she thought, gritting her teeth, trying to match his new, far more brutal pace and increasingly violent thrusts, seeking to salvage as much pleasure as possible from the situation. Her continued demands made Doomsday pump her with even greater vigor each time, and his hand left her waist to grab at her long, curly hair, pulling hard on it with fast, sharp tugs just in time to the pumping of his loins, as if pulling the reins of a buckling horse, with a violence that almost threatening to pull off whole sections of her lustrous mane, and made her head arch back in a throaty cry each time.

Their violent motions made her jerk forward with each thrust, forcing him to nearly crawl after her to keep up, but she would not allow him to lower the pace, urging him on as soon as he tried to settle back on a marginally less forceful rhythm.

"YES! HARDER! FUCK ME HAR-!"

Diana's breath caught violently in her throat as with no change in rhythm, Doomsday's hand had moved back from her waist so he could slid one thick finger into her anus with brutal suddenness. Few of the penises that she had in past allowed entrance to her ass had even been close to the size of that one finger. The exquisite combination of the intense pain and the incredible feeling of being completely full in both her intimate openings of her foe's massive invading members, sent Diana over the edge in a violent jump, making her orgasm instantly.

Her mouth opened silently, unable to articulate her voice as she sought to scream out her explosion of savage pleasure.

She felt her sight cloud and her awareness start to fade as the intense orgasm threatened to overload completely her consciousness. Oblivion seemed like a tempting, safe harbor from the storm of pleasure and pain fighting for supremacy over her senses.

No, she decided. She could not. She could not faint.

She would not faint, she asserted stubbornly in her shaken mind, fighting the shroud of unconsciousness. She had to defeat him, for Cassie's sake.

The last intense minutes of thrusting had moved them several feet forward from their initial placement. She was already close enough, she realized.

As intense orgasmic shudders continued to shake Wonder Woman's body, she threw her arms forward, letting her head and torso fall flat to the floor, her back arched as her hips still matched Doomsday's pumping, her firm full breasts rubbing hard against the floor, the rough concrete surface pleasantly stimulating her painfully hard nipples. Waves of her climax sweep throughout her body as her outstretched arms reached out before her, flailing desperately until her hands could grasp what she sought.

With renewed resolve, her hands gripped the object she had retrieved from Cassie's wrist.

Just as Doomsday came again inside her, his head thrown back as he roared soundlessly his climax, with her own orgasm still rattling her flesh and senses, Wonder Woman slid on her wrist the Bracelet of Atlas.

---

"We're on our way, Oracle, past Jupiter's orbit now. Tell Wonder Woman to buy us time. Let us hope she can endure on her own."

Oracle was startled from her nervous contemplation of the unlikely mating between beauty and monster by the Martian Manhunter's telepathic message, his distinct mind-voice reaching her from interplanetary space.

Aquaman must have helped to boost his range with his own, more primal telepathy, Oracle thought trivially, realizing that the JLA was still a long way to arrive, as even Superman would take much longer to fly the distance at sub-light speeds.

If only Kyle had been with them, she thought, furious at her failure to locate Green Lantern. The power ring could have warped them closer in an instant, in time to save Diana.

She realized that the rest of the Justice League finding Wonder Woman in mid-coitus with Doomsday was not a very pleasant scenario, but at least that was better than the alternative.

---

Wonder Woman's whole body burned with a conflagration of fury and desire. Her past weariness seemed now insignificant, and her enhanced tolerance to pain had banished completely the discomfort of Doomsday's penetration, even as her boosted sensibility had made her response to the huge member's stimulation grow ten-fold. She could now feel every single vein and bulge in the enormous shaft moving inside her, just like she could smell every nuance of their mingled fluids.

She knew that the Bracelet of Atlas would multiply by a factor of ten her strength, stamina, resilience and the physical sensibility needed to handle such drastic augmentations. To her surprise, the enhancement of her senses also seemed to multiply both her anger and arousal. She felt her somewhat reluctant desire to mate with the powerful and virile monster turn into a savage, burning need, an aching hunger that could not be denied.

With her increased power, Wonder Woman suddenly swung one of her legs up and around, pushing off the floor with her still bound hands. Unbalanced by the sudden move, Doomsday fell back, and the Amazon Princess, now turned to face him, fell on top of him, straddling his groin, without having ever dislodged the thick phallus buried deep inside her.

"This is what you wanted, wasn't it? This is what you were willing to kill countless innocents to get, no?" she said through clenched teeth, as she pushed on his chest, leaning on top of him, her big breasts rubbing sensuously against his rough, granite-like skin, while she rotated her hips, caressing roughly the phallus inside her.

Sliding forward so only the large head of the penis remained inside her, Diana kissed the unmoving monster with frenzied passion, her lips, tongue and teeth attacking hungrily his mouth. Moving then backwards with a long moan until the monstrous shaft had slid back into her almost to the hilt, Wonder Woman began to fuck the fallen Doomsday, riding his member with manic intensity, wantonly sliding up and down the shaft with speed rivaling that of the Flash, her hips slamming down with bone-shattering power, while her inner muscles gripped the enormous phallus with such irresistible might that Doomsday obviously winced with each contraction.

"Let's see then if you measure up, you sick bastard," she spat.

---

"Holy shit," mumbled Oracle, her eyes opening wide in total amazement.

---

"Come on! Is that all you've got?" Wonder Woman cried out among loud cries of feverish pleasure, as all her sweat-covered body shook violently while wildly riding Doomsday's erection like a woman possessed.

"Damn you! Fuck me like you mean it! FUCK ME!"

Doomsday pumped harder and faster as she berated him, his body also exuding intense heat from his exertions, the grayish skin covered with uncharacteristic sweat, as he buried his engorged member into the furnace-like sex of the Amazon Princess. The power of his brutal piston-like thrusts made the whole structure of the building they leaned against shudder ominously.

With her back against the groaning length of a steel column, Wonder Woman tightened the hold that her legs kept on the waist of the standing-up monster, trying to pull him even deeper into her. She scratched his back with her nails, drawing blood even through the thick grayish hide. Similar scratches ran through all of Doomsday's back, neck and buttocks.

"Come on! Fuck me!" she demanded. "What's the matter? Women have fucked me harder than this! DAMN YOU! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!"

Thrusting with his might, Doomsday sank his huge rod all the way into the lovely heroine's shaking body again and again, his heavy balls swinging to hit her ass, the bony growths on his groin smashing against her swollen clitoris. The two reached orgasm nearly simultaneously after a last, even more savage thrust, and the column behind them gave, as the base-plate fastening bolts were sheared by efforts unimagined by any designer. Falling backwards in the throes of their climax, the pair was oblivious to the tons of damaged steel structure crashing around them.

Shrugging the debris off, Wonder Woman lost no time and casually turned Doomsday face up, straddling him again, her nude body shaking with erotic fervor as she continued to ride him wantonly, her perfect breasts bouncing at amazing speeds as she moved up and down the still erect phallus with superhuman urgency. Her glossy mane of hair shook from side to side as she urged Doomsday on.

"DON'T STOP! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!"

Doomsday tried to match Wonder Woman's pace, his groin and legs covered by the spilled mixture of her fluids and his overflowing semen. His able hand tried to hold on to the Amazon's waist, while her fingernails raked his chest. The beautiful heroine arched her back as her last orgasm grew into another, even faster and more powerful that one before.

"DAMN IT! Don't you dare quit on me, you sick fuck!" taunted Wonder Woman, pulling Doomsday's hand up to her breast. "You can't get a woman without forcing her, yet you can't even rape me well enough? You pathetic, sad bastard! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER! YES!"

Suddenly, Doomsday's deep-sunk eyes filled with shock, and his began to shimmer even as it was squeezing the fullness of the Amazon's breast. Terror-struck he froze, as his hand began to dissolve unevenly into glowing dust.

Throwing her head back as she convulsed in multiple, continuous orgasms, Wonder Woman screamed in savage climaxing ecstasy even as Doomsday's whole body began to crumble, the energy needed to hold the artificial body together having been spent in trying to keep up with the wild beauty's demands.

As her final orgasm peaked, Wonder Woman fell forward, breathless, and Doomsday's chest disincorporated beneath her. The huge throbbing penis buried deep inside Diana's spasming sex dissolved an infinitesimal instant before his fear-filled eyes vanished along with his features.

Wonder Woman's trembling nude figure was left gasping, squatting over a mound of lifeless dust.

EPILOGUE: GAME OVER

Superman entered the Earth's atmosphere at speeds unreachable by any Earth-built shuttle, instantly discarding the oxygen reserve apparatus he had used in his mission to the Solar System's outer planets. His cape was soon burned to ash by the friction of direct re-entry, and even his Kryptonian physique registered the discomfort of the heat. But Superman ignored it, his attention focused on seeking out the location of Gateway City in the United States below him, his superpowered vision straining to find he person he sought.

Several other members of the Justice League were following close, in a spaceship based upon Martian and Thanagarian technologies, but the Man of Steel had no intention of waiting for them.

Diana needed him.

Superman's reaction when Oracle's message had finally reached them had been typically unselfish. That he may need to face again the creature which had almost killed him had given him no pause. His only worry was that Wonder Woman had to face the monster alone.

Much as he loved his wife Lois, Superman had never quite gotten over his conflicted feelings for the lovely Amazon Princess, and the idea that she could be hurt by that terrible creature horrified him. No matter what happened to him, he would never let Diana be harmed, he had instantly decided.

Cutting through the layers of the atmosphere with an envelope of fire surrounding him like a meteor, he found the city in the landscape below, and his eyes narrowed with concern as his sight registered the terrible destruction wrought in the city's central areas. It seemed Doomsday's work, indeed.

Finally, to his utmost surprise, Superman found Wonder Woman. He almost lost control of his flight as his faced turned red with more than just re-entry friction. Overcoming his embarrassment, Superman focused again his telescopic vision, confirming that the spectacular nude figure was indeed her.

Only a man of Clark Kent's firm principles could control the always present temptation of using his vision powers for voyeuristic purposes, yet even he could not help but stare dumbstruck for an instant at the Amazon Princess's glorious figure, before he finally looked away self-consciously.

It was logical that in battle with a foe of Doomsday's caliber, Wonder Woman may have her clothes torn and tattered. His own clothes often were too, even with the protective aura of his invulnerability. But it was still shocking to see Diana once again completely nude in a battlefield. Not that she seemed to mind it much most of the time, he had noticed to his chagrin. He had more than once tried to suggest to her that she should use a more modest costume, or at least one less easily damaged, but he had never found the resolve to complete such discussion, as she always made him feel foolish and petty in his concerns with just one single dazzling smile.

Embarrassed, Superman swept the surroundings with his X-ray and telescopic vision, seeking Doomsday, soon realizing that he was not anywhere in the vicinity. Surrounding areas also showed no evidence of having been passed by the monster. Where had Doomsday gone?

Suddenly, Oracle's voice was in his mind, courtesy of the Martian Manhunter's mindlink.

"You can stand down, Superman, the menace is now over. The Doomsday attacking Gateway City was apparently an artificial duplicate, and Wonder Woman has managed to destroy it." Superman could not avoid feeling the faint telepathic hint of a smile as Oracle continued: "Batman said he knew all along that Diana could do it. Women are much more dangerous than what you all believe, he said."

"Thanks," said Superman out loud, surprised. What his sight showed him indicated that the fight in Gateway City had not been any less destructive than his own battle in Metropolis with the real Doomsday. He had a lot of respect for Diana's powers, but this was still astounding. Just how strong was Diana, really?

"Prepare for rendezvous with the rest of the league to coordinate relief actions in the city," added Oracle. "We'll need to help with the wreckage and provide aid to the rescue teams."

They should give Diana a chance to get decent, too, Superman added to himself, still embarrassed. They certainly didn't need to have Wally and Kyle drooling like the last time.

"Fine, I'll meet the others in Gateway City within -uh- fifteen minutes," he said, as his X-ray vision scanned the damaged areas of the city, looking for trapped victims, consciously avoiding the spot where Diana stood. He still marveled at the level of power implied in the battle scene.

It seemed to have been quite a match, he thought, awed.

---

Cassie walked up dazed to where Wonder Woman stood. The young girl felt like her whole body had become one giant bruise, and her jaw seemed to have decided to stop working without prior notice. Wonder Woman, facing her, seemed however almost radiant in her beauty, despite the bloodied lips, scratched skin, and abundant bruises covering her dirty, sweaty nude body.

She was so awesome, Cassie thought.

Watching the young girl limping towards her, Princess Diana smiled, proud of the teenager's courage. Cassie had done a very stupid thing, coming to the battle, yet it had been as brave a display as it had been foolish.

She may still make an Amazon out of her, Diana thought.

The Amazon's body still trembled with the strange mixture of weariness and excitement resulting from her sexual confrontation with the false Doomsday. Her legs felt rubbery and unreliable, her arms seemed like dead weight, and her sex burned with indescribable soreness. She had almost fainted instantly as she had removed the power-enhancing Bracelet of Atlas from her wrist, as the utter exhaustion and all-pervasive pain caught up with her in one single breath. However, despite her being able to stand solely through sheer willpower, she felt almost exhilarated by her victory. She had been tested at more than one level, and felt like she had passed the test to her satisfaction.

"Is it...?" Cassie asked, speaking with some difficulty.

"Yes, it is," nodded Diana, sighing with both relief and exhaustion.

"Anything I can do to help?"

"If you feel you can, fly to the house and bring me some clothes. We don't want to offend anyone, do we?" Diana said, smiling.

---

"It was just a kid?" "I knew that guy!" said Cassie as police detective Mike Schorr briefed them on the details of how the virtual clone generator had enabled the creation of Wonder Woman's metahuman opponents. "Kris Lazarus was in my computer classes at high school. Even tried to ask me out, once. God, I knew he was creepy!"

"But he was then just a computer simulation, too? Just like the bodies he animated?" asked Diana, frowning.

"Yes. It was just a recording of his personality saved by the system, going along with his desire to play against you as if in some stupid fighting game," confirmed Mike, still feeling that he was smiling like an idiot, as he had done ever since finding out that Diana was unharmed.

"But how do we know another version won't turn up again?" asked Cassie.

"The system was completely destroyed this time, it seems", said Mike with a shrug. "Once the virtual clone ran out of juice, the last on-board copy of the poor kid's thoughts was gone. Of course he was really dead already. In a way, Diana was fighting a computer all the time."

"Really?" pondered Diana, deep in thought. "Just what determines who is really alive or not?"

She recalled her encounters with the virtual clones, and how each had affected her, and shook her head. Tired as she still was, Wonder Woman needed to join the other Leaguers for aid actions around the city.

"Just a kid," she sighed.

---

Sending the requested data to Batman with one final keystroke, Barbara Gordon relaxed in her wheelchair, and rotating her head slowly to alleviate some of the tension on her neck. It had been quite a busy day, but the job Batman had needed was now completed, and the JLA was already finishing the mayor clean-up works in Gateway City.

Oracle could finally take a break.

She had already contacted Diana privately and told her as clearly as she dared, without directly addressing the issue, that everything which had happened in her match with the false Doomsday had not been observed by any news or government agencies, ensuring the privacy of her actions. Diana had obviously gotten the point, but although she had been thankful, she seemed nowhere as relieved as Barbara would have been in her place. She had not seemed very nervous about it before, either.

They should have a girl-to-girl talk one of these days, Barbara thought. She considered herself a very liberal person, but Diana probably could surprise even her.

Perhaps not all of those internet images are fakes, she thought, raising her eyebrows at the idea, and wondered if Diana would ever want to see the recording she had made of the whole thing.

Oracle shrugged. Perhaps she shouldn't have saved the video feed. She could always delete it.

Later, though, she decided, opening gain the video file. Watching it once again surely did not make her a voyeur or anything.

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