This story is submitted as part of the 2015 Wizard's Lair short story contest.
This story is designed to be a slowly paced story. It is a self contained story that is intended to be part of a serial story. That means that it follows the chronological order for each self-contained story. I wanted to write a fun dramatic story that used traditional comic book styles and symbols. For me, that means strong characters, complex plots, and fun dialog. Because the story contest has specific requirements and the possibility for financial benefit, I wanted to really work for the prize. If anything, I wanted to push the envelope in the contest. I wanted to produce a strong story for the competition that would be an interesting read for the readers.
To make this story, I put in many hours of research and developed tables and charts to get the super powers to fit into some resemblance of reality. I started writing this story last December and completed it just last night. I hope that people will enjoy the story, and I hope that everyone gets a chance to review all the story entries for the contest.
Thank you
Steve Trevor's Journal
Saturday Morning, 11 December 1943
The following is an account of what occurred between 11 December 1943 and 15 December 1943. For the purpose of providing an accurate record of the incident to Princess Diana, I shall try to recall from memory my account as I remember it.
Washington DC
I arrived at the Washington National airport early in the morning. After spending a month in London England, I was more than happy to return home to the comforts of my own bed. The weather was cold for the season. Late fall in Washington DC can be a bit nippy. The pilot positioned the plane along the tarmac closest to the airport terminal.
The airport is a recent construction for the area and is the reconstruction of the old Hoover-Washington airport which was closed in 1941. As this was an international flight, all passengers were directed to the customs gate so that we could have our passports examined by the appropriate federal agents. This process was a slow one.
After an hour, my passport was cleared and I was able to make my way to the main lobby of the air terminal where I was able to fetch a cab. It was my hope to take a cab into Arlington where Diana's apartment was located. I figured that I could spend the night at Diana's and then head back to my place which was located in Rockville, Maryland.
My plan was to surprise Diana, and because the airport was located near Arlington and Diana's apartment was not far, the cab ride was relatively short. Upon arriving at the apartment building, I grabbed my three bags and then tipped the cab driver. Diana lived on the second floor. As the building did not have an elevator, I had to take the stairs with bags in hand to reach the apartment.
I rang the door bell and waited. After a short time, Diana opened the door and let me in. Diana was dressed in a pearl white satin robe with her long hair laying casually about her shoulders. The robe fell casually along her thighs. Diana's soft blue eyes lit up as she met my gaze. We embraced in a passionate kiss. Her warm lips against my cold chapped lips sent a warm sensation along my shoulders. It took me a moment to regain my composure while her warm and soft body pressed against my body. As usual, Diana being playful, pressed her body into mine so that I could feel the warm texture of her soft bosoms on my chest.
As Diana could read my mind, she was cruelly aware of the rippling effect she had on my mortal metabolism. After our kiss, I walked myself into the small foyer of Diana's apartment. I set my bags on the floor. Diana followed me into the room and shut the door behind us. As I bent down to set the bags on the floor, Diana took the time to smack my behind. I smiled as Diana's firm strong hand made contact with my tush.
As I looked around the room, there was Etta Candy sitting up on the bear blanket. She was wrapped in a white bath towel. Her young glance was cute as she smiled towards Diana and me. Over the last month, Diana, Etta, and I have grown closer together in a mutual poly-amorous relationship. As I was a Christian leaning religious man, I felt some indifference to being in such a relationship at first. But as Diana has lived in her Pagan culture for a better part of twenty-eight hundred years, it seemed to me to be unkind to expect her to assimilate to the Christian culture that has taken a foot-hold in the United States.
As a pagan woman, Diana was from a culture where marriage was not a glamorous union for man and woman. Her culture did not distribute personal property rights through marriage. In that culture, the sexual act (sexual intercourse with the male phallic organ and the female vaginal organ) was the marriage. In their culture, pleasure and procreation were encouraged by the Titans. Men and women found value with having sexual intercourse with many people throughout their lifetime. As they were immortal and could not die, the concept of one lover forever was not viewed as practical. So technically, any person you were to have sexual intercourse with, you were married to for that moment or for how long the courtship would endure.
The part where this concept became complicated was with Goddess Hera's law of marriage (or the law of sexual intercourse). Each person in the relationship must be of mutual consent to the union and willing. As an example, as long as Diana (a woman) and I (a man) consented and was aware of the behavior, we each could marry (or have sexual intercourse) with other men and women. Because Etta and Diana were women, they could not be married because neither one possessed a phallic organ. Likewise, I could not marry a man because we did not possess a vaginal organ. So technically, by Goddess Hera's law, Diana and I were married, but Etta was not married to either Diana or myself.
It is important to point out that under Hera's law, the age of consent was twenty-five years of age. Prior to that age, a virgin needed the lawful consent of their biological parents and the consent of their heavenly parents. The heavenly parents being The God Zeus and The Goddess Hera. It was by this law that prevented Etta and myself from engaging in sexual contact with each other. We could make out, kiss, or stimulate each other, but sexual intercourse was forbidden. Diana being over twenty-eight hundred years old was well past this age of consent.
Again, Etta sat up from behind the couch. She was seated on the black bear skin rug that Diana had killed on a camping trip last summer. Except for a bath towel which covered her petite body, she was nude. I could tell from the musk in the room and scented oils and scented candles, the two women were in the middle of their massage exercises. The two had began these exercises in November just shortly after I went on my trip to London. After the incident with Baroness Von Gunther, the two came to London and spent time with me over the Thanksgiving Day holiday weekend. Diana told me about the exercises and let me join in some exercises too. The two women had returned to Washington via Diana's invisible jet the following Monday. I stayed behind to complete my assignment.
Etta was a marvel to gaze at as she sat up. Behind her along the north wall of the living room was a fireplace. The light of the fire was nice and warm and complimented the scene with Etta.
I asked the ladies, "Did I catch you at a bad time?"
"No, Etta and I were just going over some exercises," Diana said. She walked up from behind me and embraced me in a warm hug.
"Hello Major Trevor," Etta said while smiling at me.
"Hello Etta," I said.,
Continuing to hug my body, Diana spoke, "Steve, you should have let us know you were coming in today. We would have met you at the airport."
"That's okay Diana, I wanted to surprise you," I said in a sincere tone.
Diana let go of her hug and reached up for my coat, "here let me take your coat. You must be chilly? The AM Radio reports the weather to be in the teens this morning. We ordered food from Big Belly Burgers." I handed Diana my coat. She walked over to a nearby closet and placed my outer coat on a coat hanger.
Etta stood up and walked over to the dining area. She reached her arms out and gave me a hug. She told me that, "we have cheeseburgers, fried chicken, and some French fries, Major Trevor."
Hugging her back, "thank you Etta. It looks and smells fantastic. I'll take two of those burgers and a bottle of beer."
Etta handed me a plate with two bacon cheeseburgers and a bottle of beer. She used a bottle opener and opened the beer.
She smiled at me and jokingly said, "a real Texas Diet."
Knowing that Etta and I were from Austin, Texas, I joked back with, "from one Texan to another, Etta."
"You would be surprised Steve, but Diana can put down some beer if she wants to," Etta said.
Diana took my three bags and set them into the master bedroom that was down the short hallway. The apartment was a decent size. It had two bedrooms, a den, and a small kitchen.
The kitchen had an island that helped to separate the dining area with the living room. Diana placed a dining table in the dining area that made for a nice room separator. The hallway was off to the left of the living room. It led to the bathroom, guest room, den, and master bedroom. The master bedroom had its own private bath. The living room and master bedroom had their own terraces or balconies.
Diana being an enlisted corpsman [nurse] in the Navy was very fortunate to find this apartment in Arlington, Virginia. Washington DC was not very kind to an enlisted personnel's pay. However, being an Amazon Princess, I had ventured to guess that she probably was not hurting for wealth.
Diana walked back out to the living room.
"Steve, you must be chilled to the bone having been out in the cold. I will draw you a warm bath that will help you heat your body up," she suggested.
The suggestion sounded good to me, so I decided to accept her offer.
"That sounds like a warm suggestion Diana. Will you ladies be joining me?" I asked in a joking manner.
"That sounds good to me my fellow Texan," Etta said.
Diana laughed and replied, "as much as I would like to Steve and Etta, the tub is only designed for one person."
I asked, "Perhaps, we should invest in a larger tub?"
"I would have to ask my landlord, but I am sure the Queen could make that happen," Diana asked.
"Perhaps, we should consider renting a house," Etta said.
"That maybe a worthy investment, it would give me a place to store my ship," Diana said.
As Diana finished her suggestion, I made my way to the bathroom to take a bath.
Queen Hippolyta's Journal
Saturday Morning, 11 December 1943 or 19 degrees of Zeus
I awoke this morning with a wonderful idea. After reading many of my daughter's adventures in the mortal plane, I decided to surprise her by visiting her over the winter solstice holidays. From my studies of the mortal plane and from having visited the United States myself over the decades, I am aware of the tradition of Christmas. Since Diana and her friend Etta Candy visited Themiscyra last year, I felt it best if I reciprocated.
I had my tailors prepare the proper outfits for the mortal plane. I am aware that Diana is incognito about her true identity there. Also, I am aware that Major Steve Trevor and Etta Candy are in a poly-amorous relationship with my daughter.
I had my ship prepared for my journey.
Diana's Journal
Saturday Morning, 11 December 1943
The following is the true account as I remember it. As the event is quite comical, I think the best way to describe it in written form is to just record the events as they occurred in time. As I am aware that Steve Trevor is recalling events from his memory as well, I will try my best to fill in the missing pieces.
It began on Saturday morning when I opened the door to Steve Trevor. He had surprised me by his return to Washington DC. I had expected him to be in London, England for another week. Etta Candy and I had started our morning as we usually did. We ordered out some food from Big Belly Burgers and proceeded to continue with our massage training.
Steve Trevor had just arrived at my apartment from the airport, he had decided to take a warm bath to heat his body up. I took the time to arrange Steve's luggage in the Master Bedroom.
"Steve, perhaps I should send your coat out for dry cleaning." I suggested.
"Fine by me." He replied from the bathroom.
The door to the master bathroom was open so communicating with Steve was easy. Steve kept some uniform shirts and jackets here at the apartment. So, if I sent out some of his uniforms he took while in London, he would not be in a bind come Monday morning. As I sorted through Steve's clothes and hung some in the closet, Etta, who was still feeling somewhat high from the massage exercises came into the room.
Etta, playfully ran her hand across my lower back muscles. I smiled.
"You're still high from our exercise session Etta." I said.
"Yes, I am," she paused, "I am feeling greedy Diana. I mean I am happy that Steve is home but prior to him knocking on the door, I was about to experience a really good orgasm. And, I have not had one of those in some time."
"Do you know what I mean, Diana?"
"Let's assume that I don't, Etta. Describe to me what you are feeling."
"Sometimes, Diana, an orgasm can be a regular maintenance kind, where you just enjoy the quick squirt and you feel "oh" inside. But, then there are the deep ones. The really deep ones where it is almost like having that deep itch that finally gets hit in the right way and then your muscles loosen up and gyrate for a bit and next thing you know you are wetting all the sheets and blankets."
"Yes, those are the nice ones, Etta."
"How do you do it, Diana?"
"How do I do what, Etta?"
"When you were with Baroness Von Gunther last month, you told me that you were able to stay in complete control and mimic the effects. And that you were able to orgasm all those times but not go to a deeper level of orgasm that the NAZI's needed to control your mind."
"Yes, the chemical they used needed the subject to orgasm deeply to control their mind," I stated.
"That is what has me curious, Diana. You exercise so much control over every part of your body and your powers are derived by your willpower."
"That's correct, Etta."
Etta seemed to struggle as she was trying to formulate her question.
"So when you are with a man, Diana, or a woman, how do you experience a deep orgasm like mortal humans?"
"Well Etta, this may take me some time to explain or properly described to you in words. I will start with a basic concept and move to a more advanced description. You are a mortal woman, and Steve is a mortal man. The Gods, the Amazons, and other demigods are immortals. The children of the Gods who have mated with humans are called meta-humans."
"I have learned that skill through two thousand years of training to control my body and mind to experience a deep orgasm at will. But, I do have the ability to relax my mind and lose control when I am in the throes of passion with a human man. It is similar to how you relax and let sounds or images off in a distance fade out from your human senses."
Etta smiled.
"What are you thinking Etta?"
"I was just imagining having the ability to exercise that amount of control Diana."
"With time and training, you will experience that Etta."
"Deep inside all of us is a raw animal who yearns to be free. Through education and skill, we learn to control this beast with our logical minds. When we return to our raw mating states, that raw nature is unchained. This lust must be satiated in raw animal orgasms to return our minds back to homeostasis."
"I see, well, I think I see Diana."
"Be mindful Etta, if taken too far or too deep, we can become slaves to other people. This is what the Nazi's were tapping into with their medication."
"Can you become enslaved Diana?"
"Being an Amazon, after being enslaved by the Greeks by Heracles, Goddess Hera and Goddess Athena decreed that any Amazon taken by a man is enslaved to the man."
"So, are you enslaved to Steve, Diana?"
"No Etta, because I consented to Steve and he consented to me with freewill, it does not fall under this law. We Amazons must always be vigilant."
As Etta and I were talking, Steve completed his bath and stepped into the master bedroom. Etta and I were seated on the bed.
"You were right Diana, the bath has heated my body up and energized my spirits."
"Good Steve." I smiled as my eyes took in Steve's manly body.
It was breath taking. I could see inside Etta's mind that she was sharing the same feelings as I was. Etta, who was still high from our early morning exercise session lost her mental focus as Steve came out of the bathroom.
Steve was aware of this phenomenon, but decided to play along with our female lust. It had been about two weeks since he had sexual contact with a woman. Without any words being spoken, Steve ventured over to the bed. His nude body was shimmering from the bath. The bath towel he used to wrap around his waist only served to deny us women the beautiful sight of his sexual organ.
I must confess, the towel only served to make me want Steve more. I could feel a warm tingle all over my body as he approached the bed. Etta, in a playful way, purred like a cat as Steve sat down.
As I was laying to the top of the bed closest to the head board of the Queen size bed. Etta positioned herself to the lower part of the bed. While Steve slowly laid between us with his back towards Etta and his sexual organ facing me.
Etta reached around Steve's left side of the body and began to use her petite grip to massage Steve's organ. The image of Etta's playful expression with Steve's expanding organ made my own vaginal muscles tighten. Both Steve and Etta smiled as their minds came to realize that they were inspiring my lust. I could see into Etta's mind to see that our discussion about animal lust and mental controls had her curious. I could see that she wanted to see my animal lust unleashed. I must confess that I was happy to oblige the two.
Then, the two made their assault on my body. Steve guided my body so that I laid on my back with my feet against the headboard, and my head was laying towards the foot of the bed. My head laid off the foot of the bed with my face looking up towards the ceiling. I closed my eyes and allowed the two to have their will with my body.
Etta took both my breast in her petite hands and applied light pressure to each. Steve took each of my legs by the ankles and lifted them in a way that my legs were extended out towards the ceiling. He then parted them in a V-shape. With my legs spread apart, my hips naturally lifted a bit. Steve positioned his thighs so that they rested under my buttocks.
My legs still spread apart in a V-shape, Steve entered my vagina. At first he probed lightly. I could feel his warm skin enter along the walls of my vagina. I could feel the tip of his organ oscillate inside my organ. As he got a good sense of the tightness of my muscles and as his organ slowly conformed to my vagina, he began to go deep into my body.
Stroke after stroke, shallow and deep he continued the rhythm. Etta in turn lifted her body up and straddled her legs over my chest. She used the muscle in her warm buttocks to massage my breast. Etta had a wonderful scent. She pressed her warm sexual organ on my lips.
To my surprise, Themis being the playful person she was, bound my hands so that my arms were to either side of my head and pulled my bound forearms over my head so that they were hanging off the foot of the bed. Not to spoil Themis's fun, I stayed quiet.
I began to massage Etta's sexual organ with my tongue and lips. As I looked up at Etta, I could only see her sexual organ in my face. Her breast were at a wonderful distance from my view. The magic lasso denied my desire to touch Etta's beautiful breast. This only served to make me want her more. Etta's head was tilted back towards the head board. I could not actually see Steve with my eyes, but I could see Etta through Steve's mind.
Steve continued to push and to pull himself into and out of my sexual organ. Deep stroke and shallow stroke he continued. The combination of Etta massaging my chest and Steve massaging my nether region made my juices flow. I could smell the musk of my vaginal fluids permeate the air. Using my superpowers, I vibrated my vaginal muscles that had seemed to intensify Steve's pleasure. Also, I used my super speed and super strength to intensify Etta's vaginal stimulation.
I could feel Etta's body warm up as she sat on my face. I had savored the flavor and the texture of her labia on my tongue. Steve's body heated up too. Etta relaxed her body and I could tell that she was ready to spray my face with her sexual juices. Steve had continued to work on my vagina. Over and over he pressed on and pushed into my body. I could tell he was ready to erupt all inside me, so I intensified the muscles in my nether region to vibrate faster. I waited until the right moment when all three of us climaxed at the same time.
With my eyes closed for the moment, I stretched my body out with extreme pleasure and satisfaction when my ears locked onto a familiar voice.
"Daughter, you need to learn to put your hips more into the action. I thought I taught you how to seduce a man?"
I had opened my eyes and standing over me was Queen Hippolyta. Although, Etta and Steve felt awkward with my mother standing there with my legs spread in a V-shape and Etta's vaginal juices sprayed all over my mouth, my mother was quite at ease.
I smiled, "hello Mother, what brings you to Washington DC?"
"I thought that I would surprise you for the Christmas holidays and come visit you this season. Etta and you did come to the island last season."
My mother gave Steve a wonderful gaze as she looked upon Major Trevor. Even though mother was around 3,500 years old, she looked as if she was a twenty-five year old human female. Mother always had a weakness for tall athletic men. Hippolyta and I being telepathic, we each knew what each other were thinking.
"Give me a minute to clean up mother, and we can talk." I said.
Alan Scott's Journal
Saturday Morning, 11 December 1943
The following is an account of what occurred at the Slaughter Swamp which is located near Gotham City. My involvement in the matter began in mid November. It was shortly after the full moon, which was on 11 November 1943.
It was like a dark cloud had formed in the area. I could not say for sure what this meant to my cognitive mind. Only my feelings from deep inside my body were stirred. I was called to the scene of what was a shootout between the Gotham Police and some local gangsters.
By the look of the carnage at the crime scene. Some force of nature ripped trees from their roots and used them to smash the police cars. The police officers' bodies were ripped apart by some terrible monster.
For the next several weeks, I spent most of my time trying to track the source of these large footprints. But the footprints were lost at the water's edge of the swamp. Whatever was the source of these footprints, it seems to only come out at night.
After spending several unsuccessful weeks trying to locate this creature, I decided to consult an old friend of mine from the War Department, Steve Trevor.
Being the owner of the Gotham Broadcast Company, it enabled me to meet the war hero on several occasions. I figured that I would drive into Washington DC on Monday morning and discuss the matter with Steve.
Steve Trevor's Journal
Saturday Morning, 11 December 1943
Diana asked me to scribe this part of the report. I will do my best to recall the events as they occurred.
Hippolyta had arrived at Diana's apartment when Etta, Diana, and I were in the middle of sexual behavior. Diana and Hippolyta seem to act as if they were used to such behavior. Etta and I on the other hand seemed to be quite embarrassed.
I guess that being thousands of years old, Hippolyta and Diana have experienced so much of life together that sexual behavior does not bother them as it seems to us mortal humans. I write this last part mainly to create some rationality for my own cognitive purposes.
That is probably why Diana asked me to write this journal. This was my second time meeting Hippolyta. The first time we met was on Paradise Island, which was a whole island of beautiful Amazon women. As a child, I had read some Greek poems about Hippolyta and Heracles. But, when I met the real person, I was not prepared for such beauty.
Hippolyta was over 3,500 years old, but she had the body of a twenty five year old woman. If you did not know that they were mother and daughter, you would mistakenly think they were sisters. She stood at a height of five feet and nine inches. Her natural hourglass figure measured in at 37 - 25 - 35 inches. I would estimate her weight to be around 155 pounds. Her daughter, Diana measured in at five feet nine inches. Her natural banana shape figure measured in at 34 - 25 - 34. I know that Diana weighs in at 155 pounds. In contrast to them, Etta stood at five feet three inches. Her natural inverted triangle shape measured in at 36 - 24 - 34. Etta weighed around 128 pounds.
Diana and Etta made their way to the bathroom closest to the living room, while I made my way to the master bathroom to wash up. Hippolyta made her way to the living room. A short time later, I made my way to the living room. Hippolyta was there playing with her cat. I was not familiar with the breed of cat, so I figured that it would be a great conversation starter.
"What breed of cat is that Queen Hippolyta?"
She responded, "This is a Amazon Munchkin cat. They are bred at Themyscira (Paradise Island) by special breeders."
"I have never seen that breed before with the short legs. Does he have a name?"
"Yes, he is Paris," she replied.
"Can I get you a drink, Queen Hippolyta?"
She smiled, "please call me Hippolyta, Steve. If you do not mind, I will have some water."
"Of course Hippolyta, be right back."
She continue to play with Paris, and I walked over to the kitchen and poured a pitcher of water into a tall glass. Diana and Etta came out of the bathroom. Both were wrapped in bath towels. Their hair were wrapped in towels.
"Who is that little guy there, mother?"
"This is Paris, he is a new born kitten," the Queen said.
"He is so cute Hippolyta, " stated Etta as she walked up to the kitten and pet his face and kissed him."
Paris seemed really happy to be given so much attention. I walked back over to the living room and handed Hippolyta the glass of water.
"The water here in Washington DC may not be as good as the water you may be used to in Themyscira, Hippolyta," I stated.
"It is fine Steve, my immortal body will filter out any toxins or bacterial presence in the water."
"I boil out the water each morning to clean out any biological hazards in the water mother."
Hippolyta looked around the apartment.
"You three seem to be getting along well."
Diana replied, "Steve just returned to Washington DC this morning mother. Etta and I were trying to relieve Steve of his burdens before you arrived mother."
Hippolyta smiled, "from what I witness, Etta and Steve seem to be the ones relieving, your burdens, daughter."
Hippolyta looked around the room. She was in a pleasant mood and seemed to pick up on Etta's and my uneasiness on what had occurred before.
"Please be at ease, Etta and Steve, I am telepathic like Diana, and I can sense what you are thinking. I can assure you that I am not bothered by you three enjoying the throes of passion. With the World at War, a moment of passion cannot be a bad thing."
"And besides, our telepathic abilities allow us to experience everyone's sexual escapades," stated Hippolyta. At the mere mention of that fact, I could not help but to spit out my drink. It had never really occurred to me until when Hippolyta mentioned it that Diana's telepathic and empathic powers had a range. Naturally, I had assumed that Diana had to be near other people to sense their minds and thoughts.
"Run that by me again," I said, "just how far does your telepathic powers extend?"
Diana smiled as she replied to my question, "well, I sense and feel everyone Steve and everything."
"I do not possess Diana's empathic abilities, but I do have telepathic abilities. Our telepathic abilities allow us to read everyone's thoughts. Diana's power differs in that she is also an empathic. She feels everything from everyone. And, her ability to see the absolute truth in all things is unique to her. Honestly, I do not know the extent to what truth Diana senses. Although, I can read her thoughts, I am not in tuned to her truth ability."
"Let me get this straight," Etta stated, "Diana can feel everyone in the world?"
"Yes Etta, I can."
"How do you do it? How do you control all that?"
"It isn't easy to do Etta. It took me a long time to learn to separate my feelings out with other people. In a way, it takes a significant amount of mental control and restraint to block out other people."
"So when we were making out in the bedroom, you and Hippolyta could feel all that," Etta asked.
"Yes, I could sense you two and the neighbors all around us. The neighbors below us can hear our sexual intercourse through their ceiling which is our floor. However, I do need to focus my attention on to the subject-matter to get a detail reading or feeling. So, as I was lost in the throes of passion, I didn't know that mother was there until she spoke." Diana said.
I looked around the room as there was an uneasy silence. Hippolyta made her way over to the couch and sat next to me. Diana seemed like she wasn't sure if she should spoil her mother's fun. Hippolyta was quite aware that she was sexy and was not afraid to put it out there. Her manner was not cheap or trashy, but her manner was elegant and playful.
Diana broke the silence.
"Mother, you had your clothes tailored to the 1940 American style."
"Yes, this style is a bit restrictive to my normal attire, but I thought it would be fun to dress up for a change. After reading your tales of being restrictive for most of your day, I wanted to experience it for myself."
"I brought some stockings and lingerie for Etta and you Diana."
Etta smiled, "really--thank you, thank you, thank you." She walked over and grabbed up some of the garments. She rubbed the soft fabric on her face and spun around.
"You do not understand how long I have been without new lingerie."
"I am all for the war effort, but come on, robbing a girl of her lingerie is just wrong," Etta said.
"I'm glad you love the lingerie, Etta. You will be pleased to know that Themyscira fabric does not damage like your domestic fabric does." The Queen said.
"Thank you, Mother."
"Yes, thank you, Queen Hippolyta, and thank you for this beautiful bracelet." Etta held her arm out and showed the telepathic bracelet.
"You're welcome, Etta. I know that Diana and you have become very close over the years, and I felt the bracelet would be a good symbol of that bond. And, it will connect you with Diana in a way that is unique to you two.
"I have not really used it much because I am not sure when it is an appropriate time to use it. But, since I now know that Diana can feel everything I do, that fear is diminishing."
Etta smiled and laughed after her last statement. She is such a happy and cheerful spirit.
Diana asked, "Maybe, we should go out to eat tonight since Mother is in town now?"
"Can we get a reservation to a Greek restaurant on a Saturday Night in Washington DC, Steve?"
I replied, "I'm not sure Diana. I am sure if we handed them a nice amount of dollars in this slow economic time then we would be able to get a good reservation."
Diana responded, "I will call around and make sure. Don't worry everyone, I will pay for the meal."
And with that, Diana went to the telephone book and started going one by one through all the Greek restaurants in town and inquired about making a reservation on short notice. While she was making the arrangements, she received a message from the office that an old friend of mine, Alan Scott has been trying to reach me all morning. He left a message for me to call him back.
I called Alan as soon as possible. The phone rang for a short while and Alan picked up the telephone on the other side.
"Hello Alan, this is Steve Trevor."
"Hello Steve. I'm glad you called me back so soon. I am on my way to Washington to talked to you about a story I am working on. I wanted to get your insight on the matter."
"Okay Alan. I am staying at Diana Prince's apartment for the weekend. We were all going out to eat tonight. Her mother flew into town this weekend and we were going to take her out to eat at a local restaurant."
"Really, I can drive down from Gotham to meet with you, if that is not a problem."
"No, that's not a problem Alan. You'll have two very attractive women to accompany you tonight."
"Steve, you sly dog you, you always were the lady's man."
"Here Alan, I will give you Diana's address."
"Thank you, Steve."
And after that, I hung the telephone up. I told Diana that Alan would be joining us for dinner and that he would be Etta's and Hippolyta's plus one for the evening.
Etta Candy's Journal
Saturday Afternoon, 11 December 1943
After Diana completed her reservations at a local restaurant, Hippolyta, Diana, and I made our way to Diana's bedroom to find some evening wear. As I have never been to a grand evening event. I did not have anything to wear. Diana and Hippolyta went through several dress styles in some catalogs that Diana had on hand.
I had picked out a 1940's Sewing Pattern - Vogue 5915 Evening Gown Strapless Bodice Corset Style Laced Back Closure Elongated Waistline Unuse Factory Folded.
Hippolyta modeled the dress pattern, and Diana went to work on producing the dresses. She put her arms out to either side of her body and spun around in a pirouette and produced three dresses in the style in black, red, and white colors.
Then, she altered the dresses to Hippolyta's and my size. The only problem we ran into was finding me a pair of shoes to match the color and style of the dress. Diana and Hippolyta wore similar size shoes, so that it was easy to go through Diana's shoe closet and pick out a pair of white and red shoes. I ran out to a local shoe store and purchased a pair of shoes and a matching purse.
A short time later, I returned to Diana's apartment to shower and change for the dinner. My cat Walter and Paris were hanging out on the bear skin rug playing with some cat toys. Themis being a magic lasso seemed to become a favorite playmate for the young kitten and adult cat. She agreed to watch over the cats while we were out tonight.
Alan Scott's Journal
Saturday Evening, 11 December 1943
I had arrived at the address Steve Trevor instructed me to go to. As it was in Arlington, it was not difficult to locate. I parked the car and made my way up to the apartment located on the second floor. After two knocks at the door, Steve Trevor open the door. He seemed to be in fit condition since I last saw him.
Steve Trevor was a beautiful man. Not just in physical stature, but in manner and behavior. Not sure of the relationship that Steve was involved in with Diana Prince, I figured that was the best place to start our conversation.
"Hello Alan."
"Hello Steve."
He held his hand out for a handshake, which I graciously accepted and returned. He was dressed in a dark evening suit. His hair was nicely groomed and smelled wonderful.
"Come on in, Alan."
I stepped into the foyer of the apartment. Steve took my coat and hung it up in a nearby closet.
"Please, have a seat on the couch. The women will be out shortly. We will be leaving for the dinner at 7:00 PM," Steve said.
"You are looking fit as ever, Steve."
"I try to stay fit. Would you like a drink, Alan?"
"Yes, I will have a glass of water, Steve."
Steve walked over to the kitchen and poured a glass from a pitcher of water from the refrigerator. I looked around the room and saw two cats, a kitten and an adult cat, playing with a golden rope on a bear rug.
"So Steve, have you finally settle down from living the life of a bachelor?"
Steve smiled as he said, "well Alan, she is making a believer out of me."
"I am very interested in seeing the woman who won your heart, Steve."
As we continued our discussion, from a nearby hallway, three women walked out. The first woman was a shorter woman. She was blonde and stood about five feet three inches. She was dressed in a black evening gown that was strapless and cut to compliment her shape nicely. The second woman was taller. She was around five feet nine inches. She was dressed in the same style of dress as the first woman, but her dress was white. The third woman was the same height as the second woman, but her dress was red. All three women were elegant and attractive. The two taller women had some magnetic quality about them. It grabbed me at once.
Myself, a lover of men, found some rare quality that emanated from the two women. I was mesmerized and dazed at the spectacles from their auras.
"Alan Scott, meet Etta Candy, Hippolyta Prince, and Diana Prince." Steve said.
I stood up to meet the lovely ladies.
Etta greeted me first, "hello, Mr. Scott."
I smiled, "please call me Alan, my father is Mr. Scott."
Hippolyta greeted me second, "please to meet you Alan." She leaned into me and gave me a great view of her cleavage.
Diana approached me last, "please to meet you, Alan."
All three women smelled fantastic. I took a moment to maintain my composure.
"It is my pleasure to meet the three lovely ladies," I said.
I took a moment to analyze Diana with my mind's-eye. She was not like any woman I have met before. Not only was she stunningly beautiful, but her voice was mesmerizing as well. Her soft blue eyes seemed to cut right into my soul and resonate. However, I felt completely at ease with her.
"I am very interested to meet the woman who has captured the heart of Steve Trevor."
"Please, everyone have a seat," said Diana, "we have some time before we need to leave for the restaurant. We can have some cocktails. Steve, can you make us a batch of rum martinis?"
"Of course, Alan feel free to discuss whatever you need to discuss with me in front of the ladies. I trust them all completely," Steve said.
As I trusted Steve's judgment completely, I decided to start with a mild overview of my situation.
"Well, it all began for me in November, just after the full moon. I was asked by my friend, Elizabeth Wayne, to look into some train robberies that occurred with the Wayne Consignments and Consolidations in Gotham County."
Steve came back into the room and handed each of us a drink. "Thank you Steve." I took the drink and took a sip. It was a well mixed martini. I continue with my narrative.
"Because of my background as a former railroad engineer and a former employee for the Wayne Railroad Company, Elizabeth felt that I would be the best person to investigate the matter. For several weeks, there were three major attacks on three main lines. The first attack resulted with severe damage to the rail cars and tracks. Steel girders were torn from their mounts. Cargo cars were thrown around by some unknown force."
Diana asked, "are you suggesting the attack was from some creature?"
"Yes, it is definitely some creature. I spent the last three weeks unsuccessfully tracking the creature, but all its tracks lead straight into the swamp."
Diana asked, "Have you consulted with the local police?"
"Yes, the Gotham County Sheriff and City Police are investigating the matter. The last attack, several uniform officers were killed investigating the matter at Slaughter Swamp. I am afraid to say that their mangled bodies were found at the swamp."
"That's horrible, Alan," said Hippolyta.
Diana finished her drink and stood up, "we need to get going."
Steve stated, "I will get everyone's coat."
We all put our outer wear on and made our way to the front door.
I asked about the cats, "what about the two cats?"
Etta replied, "don't worry, Alan, Themis is going to watch over them tonight."
As I didn't know who Themis was, and all I saw was a golden rope laying on the ground that the two cats were playing with. So, I replied, "okay Etta."
A short drive later, we had arrived at the Greek Restaurant that Diana had made a reservation at. It was a nice restaurant that was built into the lower floors of a high rise hotel. I had been here before and knew that the place was frequented by high profile people, and it featured live entertainment and dancing.
The five of us made our way to the table which was located in a nice position right off the main dance floor. The table was a large circular sized table. In the center, the waitress brought out a large basket of bread with olive oil, cream cheese, and melted butter. Diana and Hippolyta ordered for the party. They both were able to speak fluent Greek.
"Don't worry everyone; Greek dining meals are always in the proper proportions. So, feel free to dig in," Diana said.
"Steve, let's dance," Diana said.
For the next twenty minutes, Diana and Steve, Etta and Hippolyta went to the dance floor and danced to the music of the live orchestra. The music was a mixture of traditional Greek standards, and contemporary standards of the day. All four of them seem to be marvelous dancers. The rest of the crowd seemed to follow their lead. After the dance, the four made their way back to the table.
As the group headed back to the table, the waitress brought out our dinners. Diana, seeing that I might be a bit uncomfortable, asked me a question, "Alan, I am very interested in listening to your problem in Gotham County, would you continue your story?"
As I was eager to consult with Steve about the incident in Gotham City, I was not sure if it was the right story to share with the women.
Then Hippolyta suggested, "Alan, do not let us women prevent you from sharing an important story with Steve, we are not as fragile as you may believe."
I was amazed that she was able to go straight to the fear driving my anxiety. Diana too, she seemed to have the look that she knew what I wanted to talk to Steve about. I am not sure how the two women knew, and I did not want to pull out my power ring to activate my telepathy. So, I threw caution to the wind and decided to trust the group.
"Well, where was I?" I asked.
Diana refreshed my memory, "you were talking about mangled bodies of police officers at Slaughter Swamp and you suspected the event surrounded around a creature."
"Yes, thank you for refreshing my memory, Diana."
"I spent the last three weeks camping out at Slaughter Swamp with nothing to show for it." Alan said.
"What type of cargo was being transported on these trains?" Steve asked.
"The three trains that were attacked were transporting industrial materials to a place in Tennessee. The manifest are for the Clinton Engineering Works. Gotham City is the closest industrial port to that location. Wayne Chemicals is involved in the development of the project."
"So, what do you need me to do Alan?"
"I was at a lost for ideas, and for some reason, your name came to me."
Steve paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. Then he responded.
"I will need to consult with Colonel Darnell at the War Department. Do I have your permission to consult with the Colonel?"
"Yes, by all means Steve." I said.
"I will consult with Colonel Darnell when we get back to Diana's apartment." He said.
"Don't let me be the spoiler of the evening for you all. I understand this is Hippolyta's first night in town." I said.
Hippolyta replied, "think nothing of it, I always wanted to visit Gotham City."
Etta spoke, "looks like we are going to Gotham City."
The rest of the evening was spent eating the dinner and dancing. It was a nice feeling to witness these four at dinner. It had been some time since I felt the closeness and friendliness spirit that emanated from the group. All four were genuinely concerned about my problem.
We returned to Diana's apartment shortly after eleven o'clock in the evening. As I did not want to be a burden on Diana, I took the opportunity to say goodnight. I thought it was best to get a hotel in the area. Diana let me use the phone to call around to some hotels.
Once I made my reservation at the hotel, I said my goodbyes for the evening.
Diana's Journal
Saturday Evening, 11 December 1943
Our party had arrived at my apartment around eleven o'clock. I let my mother take the master bedroom, Etta agreed to take the bed in the fold out couch in the den, and Steve and I decided to take the queen bed in the guest room. Walter and Paris decided to hang out with Etta in the den. Themis made her way to the guest room with Steve and I.
Sunday Morning, 12 December 1943
The next morning, Steve spent a portion of the day discussing the matter at Slaughter Swamp by Alan Scott with Colonel Darnell. My time was occupied by making breakfast for everyone. Mother woke up in a good mood, while Etta slept in late. I am afraid, Etta was not an early riser on Sundays. While Walter and Paris spent their time running around the apartment.
Steve hung up the phone and relayed Colonel Darnell's information.
"Diana, we are going to be heading out to Gotham City in the morning. Alan has arranged for us to stay at the Wayne Manor estate with Elizabeth Wayne. Although, Colonel Darnell did not go into specifics, the Clinton Engineering Works is top priority for us."
"Will Etta and Hippolyta be able to come along, Steve?" I asked.
"I did not ask, but Alan is on his way over, we should ask him about that when he arrives. I don't think that will be a problem Diana." Steve said.
"Wow, sausage biscuits and gravy, pancakes with buttermilk, and scrambled eggs with sausage. You are going all out this morning, Diana." Steve said.
"Thank you, Steve. Well, Mother is in town, and I wanted her to enjoy some American delicacies while she is here."
Hippolyta came out from the bedroom after showering. She was dressed in a short cut chemise and had her hair up to get it out of the way.
"Good morning all. The breakfast smells wonderful, Diana." Hippolyta said.
"We will be going to Gotham City, mother, to help Alan Scott." I said.
"He was a nice young man. He took a liking to you, Steve Trevor. I think it wounds his heart that you and Diana are together now." Hippolyta said in a joking manner.
Hippolyta laughed after her remark. Steve did not respond, but he did blush a bit after learning he was attractive to other men and women. Etta came out of the den, she was dressed in a old sports-shirt and a pair of shorts that were cut to her knees. I could not help but to laugh at seeing her.
As we were all eating breakfast, a knock came at the door. It was Alan Scott, he was dressed in a nice casual attire typical of the day. As I could scan his mind and feelings, I was well aware of who he was and who he was trying present to us. I was aware that he possessed a power ring that allowed him many gifts or powers. He wanted to use his ring to scan Hippolyta and I last night, but was not sure if it was ethical.
I spent most of the night and morning wondering if I should discuss his secret with Steve. As Steve was not aware of Alan's secret life style fighting crime as a masked vigilante, I was not sure how to discuss the topic with Steve. But, since Steve knew about Hippolyta and I, I was not sure how we were going to proceed with this case.
I answered the door and let Alan in the apartment. In that moment, I felt that I should be direct with Alan and tell him the truth.
"Good morning Alan, have a seat and eat some breakfast." He sat down at an empty chair at the table.
"Alan, I like you and I am going to give you the straight-story. I am aware that you are the Green Lantern. I know that Steve does not know this information, but I feel that it is an important step to overcome for us to help you."
Alan seemed to take the statement not in a shocking way, but more like a surprise. However, he stayed calm and collected.
"Well, thank you Diana, I was uncertain how Steve would receive the information."
"To be fair, Alan, everyone in the room here, other than you know that I am Wonder Woman."
That bit of information did shock Alan.
"I knew there was something about Hippolyta and you, but I didn't think it was that."
"It is the will of Goddess Athena that has led you to us through Steve," Hippolyta said.
Etta stayed silent during the discussion while eating her food. Steve took the time to relay Colonel Darnell's information to Alan.
"Alan, Colonel Darnell has authorized Diana and I to investigate these train robberies. I know you made arrangements for us to stay with Elizabeth Wayne, but do you think she will let Etta and Hippolyta stay at the manor too?"
"I am sure that can be arranged, Steve. Elizabeth and I are close friends and her sons Patrick and Silas are in their twenties now. They should be a nice companion for Etta to hang out with."
Etta responded, "I am all for meeting rich eligible bachelors."
I smiled at Etta and asked, "Should we take the ship to Gotham County. I can reconfigure it to accommodate our luggage and six people and two cats."
"I have my ship too Diana, so we can ferry everyone there if needed," Hippolyta said.
"Ship?" Alan asked.
"Diana and Hippolyta have a ship that is a fantastic vehicle that will allow us to travel to your county in a matter of minutes versus a long car drive." Steve said.
"I do not see why we cannot use the ships. Wayne Manor is outside of the city of Gotham, so we will not draw too much attention from prying eyes," Alan said.
Alan Scott's Journal
Sunday Afternoon, 12 December 1943
After our morning breakfast, Etta, Hippolyta, Steve, and Diana packed their things for travel. Using my car, we all drove to Steve's house that was located in Rockville, Maryland. Steve's place was located some distance from the town. It was not completely rural, but it was not an urban area either. Diana motioned her hand to her head. Although, I could not see or hear the vehicle that she had called to, I was aware that it was there by her behavior.
A large opening appeared that seem to be powered by perhaps a hydraulic technology. But, it was not hydraulic. The technology was like nothing I had seen before. Etta was able to drive the car into the vehicle. We all entered the vessel. The interior was similar to a large cabin of a yacht. It had a sleeping quarter, a compartment with bunk beds. A living area that lead to a forward compartment that seemed like a flight deck or cockpit.
Diana spoke to the internal flight systems. The device spoke in a female voice.
"Oracle flight system ready for operations."
I took the opportunity to ask Diana about the ship.
"Is the vessel alive, Diana?" I asked.
She smiled at me and answered, "sort of, Alan. The ship is controlled by a computer that is connected telepathically to an oracle that feeds data to it."
I was completely mesmerized by the technology.
"What is a computer?" I asked.
"A computer is a device that processes data into useful information. With that information, we can control the ship's internal systems, navigational systems, and propulsion systems." Hippolyta said.
Everyone settled in to the ship, and Steve had a gleam across his face. I asked him about his excitement.
"Why are you so excited, Steve?" I asked.
"Diana allowed me the pleasure of flying the ship." Steve said.
I joked back, "she must really love you to trust you with her fancy ride, Steve."
Steve chuckled, "it will be a great flight, but my landing may be rough."
Diana walked into the cabin.
"Hippolyta has decided to have her ship follow us to Wayne Manor. We can take the car from there. Are you sure that we can trust the Wayne's?" She asked.
"Elizabeth Wayne is one of the most outstanding people I know. We can trust her." I said.
"Well Steve, let's get this bird off the ground," Diana said.
And with that, Steve lifted the ship off the ground. The craft made no outside noise. It did not have a propeller, nor was it visible to the human eye. Hippolyta explained to me that immortal law prohibited them from interfering in the mortal plane. So their ships had to be designed to be hidden from direct human observation.
I inquired about the prohibition policy.
"If you cannot interfere in the mortal plane, then how are you here now?" I asked.
"Diana was sent to the mortal realm as a guide to show humans the way of the spirit. Though she has many powers, she cannot force that change onto mortals because Zeus promised Prometheus that humans would be granted freewill. Humans have within them the capacity for good and the capacity for the self or evil. The Amazons purpose is to be Goddess Athena's spiritual guides to help guide those who have lost their way. Whereas God Ares purpose is to govern over raw nature or individual free spirit. He is the untamed and undisciplined spirit or war. Athena is the disciplined nature, the skilled warrior or justice." Hippolyta said.
"Is that the true nature of Justice Queen Hippolyta?" I asked.
"Yes Alan. War and justice are similar in every capacity, Alan. Justice is controlled War. While true war or pure war is feral, undisciplined, and untamed."
"And, what makes justice different?" I asked.
"Love is what separates the two Alan. Without love, war is untamed lust. Through love, we learn harmony and pleasure. Which is why Aphrodite is so important Alan. She governs the politics or relationship between war and justice. Diana is the instrument of balance, which is why of all the Amazons, she was given all her gifts from the Gods, strength, speed, wisdom, cunning, mind, and conscious. Her limitation is only determine by her willpower.
Like your power ring Alan. It is infused with Omega Particles."
"Omega Particles?"
"Omega particles are elements of the Gods, many of our technologies incorporate them. It is the omega particles that link your rings power to your mental willpower."
The more Hippolyta explained about the omega particles the more my mind was filled with questions. Etta spent most of the flight playing with Walter and Paris. Diana and Steve spent their time in the cockpit. Although the ship was capable of a faster rate of speed, we took our time flying to Wayne Manor. The entire flight took a half hour of time.
We had arrived at Wayne Manor around one o'clock in the afternoon. The manor was located outside the city limits. The estate was built upon a vast mountain range along the Atlantic Coastal Plain and the Piedmont Plateau Province.. We parked the ship in a nearby meadow. As the ship made no sound or was undetectable by the human eye and other electromagnetic devices of the day, we could leave it here without casual passersby discovering it. Hippolyta's ship followed us here on its own and landed nearby. Both vessels had the ability to function as living homes for the two women if needed. They both had bedrooms, living rooms, bathrooms, kitchen, and dining room compartments.
Etta lowered the back gate or door of the ship. This functioned as a ramp for my car. Diana and Hippolyta had cars of their own. The cars had what was described to me as a holographic technology that allowed them to blend into the technology of the day. Diana styled her car after the 1940 Pontiac Silver Streak. It was painted royal blue and had a convertible top. The engine was set to mimic the original car's engine. Her car sounded like a hot rod car. I could tell by Steve's enthusiasm that he wanted to drive the car.
Hippolyta lowered the ramp on her ship and rolled her car out. It too was styled as a 1940 Pontiac Silver Streak with convertible top. It was painted red with chrome accessories. Both cars sounded like they were supercharged. Diana told me that neither car required gasoline. After a short time, all three cars were unloaded and we were ready to travel to the manor. Diana and Hippolyta changed into their Amazon armor attire. These outfits consisted of a two piece design: a red corset top and blue satin shorts. Each outfit had a pair of red boots and shear color stockings. They both had tiaras that tapered their hair back so their hair was out if their eye sight.
Etta was dressed in a dark blue dress that was cut to taper around her breast. Her long blonde hair fell along her shoulders. She wore a pair of soft soled shoes with a pair of shear stockings that made her firm legs sheen in the afternoon sun light.
I drove the lead car, while Diana and Steve drove in the second car. Etta and Hippolyta followed in the third car. The drive to Wayne Manor took about ten minutes to complete. The guard at the gate had us sign in and then let us through the gate. The driveway up to the main house was about a ten minute trip at ten miles an hour. We arrived at the main entrance. The manor was a large structure. It consisted of two stories. The architecture was a style from the 1850's.
Elizabeth Wayne had married Kenneth Wayne in 1917. At the time, she had been 21 years old and Kenneth had been 31. He died shortly after that in 1923 at the age of 37 from cancer. They had two sons named, Silas and Patrick. The Wayne family settled here in the late 1850's and help to build the railroads in this part of the country that connected Gotham County with New York and Washington DC. Elizabeth never remarried after Kenneth's death.
As we all parked the cars, a tall man came out of the house and greeted us. He introduced himself as Manfred Pennysworth. He asked us to follow him into the house. We all grabbed our bags and followed him into the foyer. The interior was massive. It was a great room with a grand staircase at the back end of the room. To either side of the great hall were several smaller rooms. Having been here many times myself, I was familiar with the layout.
Elizabeth came out to greet us with Silas and Patrick. Elizabeth was a fairly attractive woman at 47 years old. Silas Wayne was the youngest son at 20 years of age, and Kenneth was the oldest son at 25 years of age. As the three came closer to our group, the two men took great delight when gazing upon the three ladies. Elizabeth was quite aware of this phenomena and just smiled in delight as her sons became bewitched by the beauty of the three women.
"Alan, you told me you knew some influential people, but you did not tell me it was Wonder Woman and Major Steve Trevor," Elizabeth said.
I smiled and replied, "I was not aware I knew them when I left for Washington DC yesterday, Elizabeth."
"Elizabeth Wayne allow me to introduce you to Major Steve Trevor, Diana Prince, Hippolyta Prince, and Etta Candy."
"Greetings everyone, the honor is all mine, I can assure you. Meet my sons Kenneth and Silas Wayne. They are most interested in meeting you."
Kenneth and Silas leaned forward as each of the ladies kissed each of their cheeks. I could tell that each of the ladies took a playful time at letting the boys get a wonderful scent of their aromas. The two boys didn't utter a word. They just smiled and enjoyed the view.
"Please everyone, come into the living room and rest. The staff can take your bags to your rooms for you."
Elizabeth guided us into the living room. We took our seats. Etta brought the two cats in and let them out of their travel boxes.
"And, who are these two lovely people," Elizabeth asked.
"This is Walter and this is Paris," Etta said.
Elizabeth picked up Paris.
"How cute, I never scene this breed of cat before."
She rubbed the kitten to her cheek. Paris soaked up all the attention by purring.
"He is an Amazon Munchkin Cat. There are only bred on Paradise Island," Hippolyta replied.
"He is adorable." Elizabeth said.
Diana and Steve sat down on one sofa, while Hippolyta sat on the sofa across from them. Etta and the two boys sat together on another sofa. I sat next to Elizabeth.
"Ms. Wayne, I would like to thank you on behalf of Colonel Darnell and the War Department for letting us help you," Steve said.
"Please, call me Elizabeth."
"Thank you, Elizabeth, call me, Steve. If it is not too much trouble. I would like to spend today listening to your problem in detail. This way, come Monday, we can start the investigation."
"Of course Steve, but first, let's get some refreshments. Manfred has prepared some lemonade for us. It is homemade with fresh lemons from a nearby orchard."
Manfred came into the room and rolled in a cart with several glasses and some pitchers of lemonade. He poured each of us a tall glass with ice. We all thanked him for his service. Elizabeth started telling her story.
It all began last month. The War Department hired Wayne Consolidations and Consignments to ship building supplies from Gotham City to a place in Tennessee for the Clinton Engineering Works. It started off well for a week or two. Then, one Monday night, a train bound for Tennessee was attacked by some thing. The engineers that survived the initial attack reported a large gray creature came out of the swamp and hurled large trees at the train. The force of the trees from the impact knocked the train off the rails. The train and its payload were destroyed in the swamp.
After the last two attacks, my engineering crews are scared to ship more train lines through the route. We had to reroute our trains across alternate rail lines to maintain our supply trains. But, our repair crews are too scared to go into the swamp to repair the damaged line.
Who can blame them. I figured with the holidays, it was best to bring in outside help so that we can get crews back in there after the holidays are over."
Steve replied to Elizabeth, "It seems odd that a creature that Alan and you describe would attack so specific a target. Colonel Darnell told me that that line is critical to the war effort. Do you think the Nazi can be behind these attacks?"
I replied, "I suspected that too Steve, but after the shootout with local mob agents in the last attack and sighting of the creature, it made me wonder how local mob agents and Nazi agents would tie together."
Steve said, "Intelligence reports in this area suspects a local Mob boss Vincent Falcone as running supplies for Nazi Intelligence Agents. But, in each of the three train attacks, no supplies were stolen. Only property was damaged. It may be possible that the Nazi are using the creature as a precision device to disrupt shipments for the Clinton Engineering Works in Tennessee."
Diana suggested, "Steve, it may be best to walk through the three different areas that the creature attacked. That will allow us to get a better understanding of where the creature went and then what phenomenon is responsible for the creature. I suggest that we rest here for the day and get a good rest tonight for tomorrow."
"An excellent suggestion, Diana," Elizabeth said, "I have set you all up in the west end of the manor. It is a private area and each of your rooms have a private bath. The staff has set out a pleasant buffet in the dining area, so we can eat in a less formal way and eat at everyone's leisure."
The rest of the afternoon was spent unpacking and dividing up the rooms. The west wing of the manor was where the Wayne's put all their guest. It had 10 full size suites in all. Each suite had a bedroom, private bathroom, and a living area. Steve and Diana took the first room on the left side of the hall. Etta took the adjacent room on the left side. I took the first room on the right, and Hippolyta took the adjacent room to mine. Walter and Paris were set up with Etta.
The sun set around six o'clock that evening. I went to my room to shower and change for the night. Also, I took the time to write this journal.
Hippolyta's Journal
Sunday Night
I had retired to my room after dinner to take a bath and slip into a more comfortable night gown. On Paradise Island or Themiscyra, my normal method was to sleep in the nude. But this being my second night in the United States with Diana, I decided to wear something more tantalizing. This was my second time visiting Wayne Manor. The first time that I stayed here was in the 1850's. The house was smaller at the time, but the estate was near the current size. The Wayne's at that time were very friendly and hospitable. The details of my visit I shall recall at a later time.
I recall the matter to give reference to my memories so that the reader of this narrative may have some framework. Diana knows that I stayed here all those years ago, but at that time, I was the only one that stayed here. Diana was traveling through Europe in those days.
As my mind is recalling happy memories, my body is alive with sexual energy. Diana has Steve tonight. Etta is keeping Walter and Paris company. So, my only choice of available men tonight is Alan Scott.
I should probably give some framework here for the reader into the ousha. Ousha (pronounced ew-sha) is the essence of all things and all the aggregates that comprise that essence. The philosopher Aristotle wrote a detail treaty on the subject. For the Amazon or the immortal women warrior, sexual energy was important for our spirit. Our nature is to hunt for men. To embrace that male spirit to nurture our female spirit.
In the brief time that I have known Alan Scott, my telepathic powers have revealed to me that he was a homosexual man. Unknown to him, I have had many experiences with homosexual men. I considered him a challenge for my womanly sexual spirit. I knew from our time together that he found me attractive. He lit up when I gave him a good view of my ample bosoms yesterday. I figured that I would use masculine energy to seduce him.
I made my way over to his room and knocked on the door. When the door opened, Alan was dressed in a casual sleeping attire.
"Hippolyta, this is a surprise."
"I came by to see if you needed friendly company, Alan."
"Please come in."
"Thank you. I brought some wine."
I could tell with my telepathy that my immortal pheromones were affecting Alan. He did not understand why, but his scientific curiosity made him intrigued. He was not in love with me, but he was infatuated by the fact that Diana and I were the first women he had met that warmed his heart in a sexual way.
"Please have a seat, Hippolyta."
I walked over to the sofa slowly so that my aroma could work their magic.
"You intrigue me Hippolyta."
"How so?"
"The more I am around you, the more my heart desires you."
"Do beautiful women stir your heart."
"Normally, they do not."
"Maybe, you have not met the right woman, Alan."
I sat back on the sofa and positioned my body so that my chest was in a pleasant view. Alan made his way over to the sofa and poured two glasses of wine.
"Come sit with me, Alan."
Alan walked over and handed me a glass of wine. I smiled and slowly took a sip of the wine. He sat his warm body next to mine. Not giving him a chance to think about it, I leaned my warm body on to his. Through the silk cloth, I made sure my warm body rested on his back side in a pleasant manner. He took another sip of the wine.
"You are a handsome man, Alan, with a wonderful fruit to share."
I leaned my body on to his back and leaned my head over his shoulder. We both sat our wine glasses on the table. I motioned back my right arm and ran them across his groin muscles. The sensation startled him a bit, but he did not stop my advances.
Reading his mind, I could see that he was confused. He was increasingly unsure as each moment passed. I could feel the anxiety in his beating heart. I could see that with all the men and women he had been with sexually, he had always been the docile one or the receiver.
I suppose being the possessor of a ring of power put Alan in an awkward position of always being in control. His tension came from the fact that he had to keep his sexual preference a secret. To release that tension or bent up masculine energy required a feminine touch. Luckily for Alan, I had thirty-five hundred years of practice.
"I know what is in your heart, Alan."
"Tell me, what is it about you that is stirring my heart."
"Each of us has a balance of energy within us, Alan. The Goddess Iris is the possessor of these two energies. She holds two glasses. One glass is a masculine glass and the other is a feminine glass. In one period of time, one glass is filling, and the other glass is emptying. These glasses must stay in motion constantly filling and emptying for our spirits to be complete. You have been filling your masculine glass Alan and neglecting your feminine glass.
If one glass stays full, it weighs you down with one type of energy. And the other glass leaves you feeling empty of the other type."
"How does one return the glasses back to homeostasis?"
"Let me show you, Alan."
As he offered no resistance or reluctance, I proceeded to release his masculine energy.
Alan Scott's Journal
Sunday Night
As I sit down to write this journal, it is important to know that I am writing this part in conjunction with Queen Hippolyta, who is writing her own personal experience about our time together. I have read her journal up to this point. I will do my best here to give a detail written record.
I was in my room at the Wayne Manor. I had just completed my shower when someone knocked on the door. When I opened the door, standing in the hall was Hippolyta. She was dressed in a silk robe and carried a bottle of wine with two glasses. I did not really need to have telepathy to know that she was on the prowl. I greeted her with a smile.
She told me that, "I came by to see if you needed company."
I confess that I was intrigued that this beautiful woman came by my room and was concerned with keeping me comfortable. There was a part of me that was concern with crushing her heart by turning down her sexual advances. As a homosexual man, I was more attracted to Steve than Diana or her. I do not write that to mean that I do not find women attractive, because I do. I simply mean that I am not sexually attracted to women.
Now that I wrote that claim, as Hippolyta stood before me in her absolute stunning silk robe, I was feeling anxiety. Since I met Diana and Hippolyta last night, I found my manly instincts reawakened in parts of my psyche that I had thought were long ago extinguished.
I asked her to come into the room. She walked in the room with a slow cadence. Her aroma was wonderful. As Hippolyta walked to the sofa, I told her that "she intrigued me."
"How so?" She asked.
Not sure how to respond, I just stated my honest feelings.
"The more I am around you, the more my heart desires you." I said.
"Do beautiful women stir your heart?" She asked.
"Normally, they do not." I said.
"Maybe, you have not met the right woman, Alan." She said.
Her statement caused my mind to wander for a moment. She made herself comfortable on the sofa and made sure that I was in good view of her body. I poured two glasses of wine and handed her a glass. She took the glass in hand and took an ample sip of the Merlot to get a taste.
As she had offered a warm invitation to sit near her, I obliged and positioned myself close to her. I sat forward on the sofa and she was positioned somewhat behind me. Truthfully, I felt like a young prey in the scope of an expert hunter. She knew that she had me, and I was not going to get away.
"I know what is in your heart, Alan." She said.
"Tell me, what is it about you that is stirring my heart?" I asked.
Hippolyta explained to me about the Greek Goddess Iris.
"She is the feminine equivalent of the God Hermes. She was the symbol of temperance in the Tarot and the messenger of the Gods. In the Tarot, she implies the need for a flow of feelings in a relationship. In contrast, Goddess Athena was justice. She was high principles and the cool recognition of the necessity of battle to uphold and preserve truth.
Goddess Iris held two glasses. One glass represents the masculine side and the other glass the feminine side. It is important to note here that in Pagan culture that Hippolyta was from, the terms masculine and feminine were not synonymous with the terms male and female as they are in present day 1943 America. Masculine energy is the direct energy, and feminine energy is the indirect energy. All people--immortal, meta-human, humans--possessed masculine and feminine energy. It was the balance of these two energies that people were to strive for in that culture."
Hippolyta told me that my spirit had been satiated with masculine energy, and that my spirit was empty of the feminine spirit. Through sexual intercourse, my spirit would be restored to homeostasis or set back to my normal homosexual state. She explained that it was not the female presence that stirred my instincts, but it was my human spirit that was out of alignment. No matter how mature we advance in years, the great cycle of life continues. We must return to that raw physical animal or nature to grow again.
She further explained that "We Amazons possess powerful pheromones. When we passed into the realm of immortals from our mortal lives, we became warriors for the Gods. In your Christian culture or the divine culture of the God of Abraham, we would be the equivalent of angels. Our divine spirit was enriched with powerful magic. The older we become, that divine spirit grows. When in the presence of others, our pheromones inspire the deep sexual energy that people harbor."
She had begun our sexual intercourse by leaning into me. Her manner was very kind. As she guided my body over the chair, she removed her outer robe. She wore a burgundy red corset. The fabric was a mixture of silk and some other material that I was not familiar with. Most of the outfit was a see-through mesh from the bosoms down. Her long dark hair fell down about her shoulders. She took out a dark silk cloth and used it as a hood to mask my eyes and ears. She told me in a soft voice, "trust me."
With her great strength, she lifted me into the air without any effort. She spun my body around as if I were a cheerleader's baton. The behavior had the effect of removing the silk pajamas from my body. It left my body completely nude. Remarkably, the hood remained on my head. The only way I was aware that I was nude was that my body felt the cold air as the garments fell away from my body.
She twirled me around again so that my face was planted into her labia. The aroma was rather pleasant even through the dark hood placed over my head. My legs were positioned so that my thighs draped over her shoulders. Then, she took my sexual organ with in her warm lips. The soft and tendered lips were moist as she briefly took the tip into her mouth. As her lips and tongue massaged my phallic organ, a combination of warm breath and cool saliva aroused my sexual organ.
As her mouth and tongue fell upon my sexual organ again and again, shallow and deep she tantalized me as her firm warm hands found their way to my buttocks and massaged my muscles with a deep kneading. In and out over and over her tongue consumed me. Deep and shallow her strokes were. My organ continue to grow as it filled her mouth. And as my muscles started to tighten, she let my organ go. As it laid there warm and hard with saliva trickling down my belly, Hippolyta spun my body around so that my head was upright again. My feet did not touch the floor as she carried me across the room.
Her warm firm hands continue to lightly press my hips. She then walk my body over to some unknown part of the room. Then, I felt the soft fabric of the sofa as she bent my body over the back of the furniture. She ran her warm fingers along my anal cavity so that it tickled my body. The tight pressure of the backend of the sofa pressed against my groin. The sensation had an immediate reaction as I could feel an electric sensation work its way up my spine. The different sensations aroused my body more.
"I see you did a wonderful job grooming your hair along your groin and anal cavity Alan."
The knowledge that she admired my lower body's grooming standards pleased me in a weird way.
"A man never knows when his partner will man-handle him over the backend of the couch."
She laughed.
"I can see in your mind, Alan, that you like being the passive partner when in the throes of passion. You can stop me at any time if this is too much for you."
"I'm fine. In a weird way Hippolyta, I am curious about being man-handled by a woman who can throw me around like I was a napkin."
"I must be honest with you, Alan. You are not the first homosexual man that I have been with."
Then she placed her hands along my buttocks and spread my cheeks open. She slowly inserted her thumb into my anal cavity. I could feel the firm digit part my rectum. To my surprise, she lifted my body into the air so that my legs laid across the back of the chair. This had the natural effect of raising my feet as my butt was lowered in the seated position. I could feel my hips being lowered when I felt some hard material press into my anal cavity. It was not plastic or rubber. It was not ceramic, but as it pushed its way slowly into my body, it was pleasantly warm and thick. The device seem to react to my body and it seem to be controlled by Hippolyta's mind. To my surprise and relief, the device was self lubricating.
The rigid device slowly parted my rectum. I could feel it pushing further into my body as Hippolyta lowered my body on to it. The way my body was positioned allowed for a deeper penetration into my rectum and on to my prostate. It felt really good. She was able to control the device in a way that cause the device to vibrate and rotate along an axis. It simply rolled around inside my anus. She stroked my anal cavity slowly and Longley for what felt like ten minutes. As my body was motioning up and down with the shaft of the tool, she reached around with one hand and begin to stroke my sexual organ.
As her grip and strokes were firm and tight due to her great strength, she began to move her hand faster. It felt like a machine was stroking me down. My back muscles tighten and my groan muscles tighten. In one swift motion I climaxed. She maintained her grip on my sexual organ as my legs weaken. My anal cavity began to release pockets of gas as the muscles loosened up.
My body had begun to sweat as my anal cavity pulsated with the continued assault from her amazing device. She continued to penetrate my body over and over. She lifted my body up off the back of the sofa. My legs fell down but did not touch the floor. She had the strength to hold my body up from the hips while impaling my anal cavity at the same time. As she carried me across the room, she laid my body down on the soft bed.
She rolled my body around after removing the warm device from my rectum. My body shuttered as the tip of the tool left my moist cavity. She straddled my body with her legs. I could feel her hand grabbing my sexual organ as she directed it to her labia. Her warm moist lips grabbed on to my erect penis head with a nimbleness I had never felt before. It was as if she could control all her muscles at will. She lowered herself on to me. I could feel the warm tight walls of her sexual organ part away the deeper my organ pushed into her body.
She rode my body up and down. Short and long her strokes went maintaining a consistent frequency. I don't know how I maintained my climax, but she applied pressure to my penis head with her interior muscles that kept my organ from erupting. This went on for another twenty minutes. Her body maintained a steady stream of lubrication. Her muscles showed no sign of weakening. My muscles began to tighten and my back arched as she kept up her pace. Then, she used her cervix muscles to pinch my shaft. That is when I climaxed again. Remarkably, she timed her climax to release as I released mine.
She lifted her body off of mine and removed the hood. A rush of cool air cleansed my face. We both had sat back on the bed. She laid her head on to my chest as we both cuddled together. For the rest of the night, we just laid there holding each other until we both fell asleep.
Diana's Journal
Sunday Night
After dinner, Steve and I returned to our room at Wayne Manor. We both showered and got ready for bed. As was my usual behavior for the night, I was nude. I had completed my shower first. As I had washed my hair out, I let it fall out naturally along my shoulder to dry out. Using a wide tooth comb, I combed out my hair so that it wouldn't tangle up.
As I completed this task, I made my way to the bed to stretch out my body and to rest my legs. Being an immortal, my muscles did not ache after a long hard day in the way mortal muscles did. Not to give the impression that we do not feel pain, because we do feel pain. It just takes more labors for them to ache. And my empathic abilities healed my body quickly.
I write this last part mainly to give the reader of this journal some context. My favorite part of the day was when I could stretch my body out on the bed and relax it from the forces of gravity. Often, many mortals have asked me about my pain and my body aches. I would tell them, "we get aches and pains too."
Steve came out of the bathroom. His wonderful body glisten with moisture after he showered. He decided to go nude for the evening. I knew that this was not his normal behavior for the night. His usual sleeping attire was simple shorts and a tee shirt. However, I suspected that Steve was planning to put some moves onto me, and I was not about to stop him. As we both had brushed out our teeth and cleaned our mouths out from dinner, our mouths were as freshly clean as our bodies. I smiled as Steve playfully strutted his sexy body over to the bed.
"I see that you are adopting the Amazon way of sleeping in the nude, Steve."
"At first, I was against such barbaric behavior, Diana, but I realized that I needed to change the error of my ways. Actually, I was hoping to get lucky tonight."
"I can see that, Steven Trevor."
"Well, bring that wonderful body over to me, Steve."
He smiled and crawled his body over to my side of the bed. His attack was gentle and kind. He kissed my warm lips with a firm passionate kiss that stole my heart. He slowly turned his assault to the right and went down onto my neck. His cold hands caressed my breast. The sensation instantly aroused my tender breast. To Steve's delight and my own, he began to tenderly suck my right breast.
I just closed my eyes and let him ravage my body as he pleased. My mind drifted off and my empathic and my telepathic abilities locked in on Hippolyta. Apparently, mother made her way over to Alan Scott's room, and she was looking to restore his sexual balance. My empathy could pick up on both Alan's and mother's sensations.
The combined effect of the two and Steve here stirred my own animal passions deeply. I began to moisten up down below. I could smell the sexual musk permeate the air in the room. All of these stimuli had the added effect of increasing my pheromone release. Steve's assault intensified as all these factors came into play. One of the draw backs of being an immortal with divine powers of empathy and telepathy is that these sexual urges or sexual stimuli were stronger. Or a better description is that our bodies are more in tuned to these factors.
Steve turned my body around so that my face was facing the head board. Steve continued to caress my buttocks with his tender kisses. His hands reached around and massaged my breast. I just closed my eyes and relished in the moment.
In Steve's position on the bed, his genitals were sitting on my right calve muscles. The sexual organ stiffened up and heated up as time went on. Steve turned my body again. His hands caressed my lower chin on either side of my head as he guided my head closer to his sexual organ. As the wonderful organ neared my face, I could smell that warm tool as it neared my mouth.
He placed the phallic organ in my mouth. It was not completely erect when he enter my mouth. A state of nature I was compelled to change. Steve being six foot four inches tall, his phallic organ was pleasantly thick and long. I remember years ago when my eyes first gazed upon his beautiful organ. In my mouth, I took delight in lubricating the warm tender tool.
I caressed the organ with my lips and my tongue. Steve laid back on the bed as I moved forward to position my head to lubricate his tool. It was like savoring a long turkey bone. I moved my tongue up and down the shaft with delight. The flavor of the skin was irresistible as it gracefully ran along with my tongue. As my tongue reached the peak of his organ, I wrapped my lips around the head. I applied some pressure as the head sat on the edge of my lips. Then, I took the organ deeper into my mouth, I tenderized it. Until finally, the organ was ready for action.
Steve positioned my body on the bed so that I laid on my anterior side. I laid my head into the pillow so that I could not see my backside with my eyes. I could see myself through Steve's eyes using my telepathy. Also, I could feel what Steve could feel as he caressed my skin and prepared to enter my body. My rear end was perched up a bit to allow Steve to push himself into my vagina at a deep angle. His warm and wide organ split my labia in two as the head of his organ penetrated my body at the perimeter with a shallow sensation. I moaned in delight as the wonderful sensation sent impulses up my spine and through my uterus.
My breast ripened up as the anticipation excited my body. I just closed my eyes and smiled. Placing his hands softly on my left and right gluteus, Steve pushed his way into my body with a long firm stroke. My interior muscles felt every inch of his organ as the warm instrument pushed deeper inside my body. I inhaled and exhaled in unison with his stroke as the head of his organ crossed my cervix and scratched the velvet texture of my uterus.
One, two, and three times he entered me. Deep, deeper, and deeply he penetrated my body. As he kept massaging my buttocks, my breast that were pressed against the mattress had both firmed up. My left fingers found their way to my clitoris and stimulated my body nicely.
Steve continued to mount my organ with my legs together and my buttocks positioned up for easy access. Steve continued his attack for ten minutes. Then, he turned my body to my left side a bit and lifted my right leg up. As my legs muscles were limbered enough, I could stretch them at an angle the was convenient for Steve. With my leg up in the air, he pushed deeper and deeper.
With the combined feelings of our love making and my mother's love making with Alan, my body's eventual climax came from a very deep place. I relaxed my body as the pressure built up and climaxed on Steve. To his delight, I sprayed his body down with my juices. It was the first of many to come. For me, an orgasm did not tire me out like mortal women did. They just kept building and releasing in my body. For the Amazon, orgasms were the ultimate high. My empathic abilities only intensified my sensitivity.
As Steve continued his assault, I climaxed to his every eighth stroke. For some reason, this behavior seemed to delight Steve more than anything else. Every eighth stroke, I would leave him drenched. Unfortunately, the soaked bed sheets did require a change. As much as I loved sexual orgasms, I never really found comfort in sleeping in wet bed sheets. Steve made sure to grab some sheets before we returned to our room tonight for love-making.
Finally, after twenty minutes of massaging his sexual organ inside my uterus, Steve had increased his tension and pace to trigger his climax. He blasted his warm sexual juices inside my body; I released my last orgasm with him.
Steve and I spent some time cleaning each other off in the shower. Using my super speed, I changed the sheets and cleaned the bed. We spent the rest of the night sleeping in each other's arms.
Steve Trevor's Journal
Monday Morning.
The morning came swiftly for me. Amazingly, I felt rejuvenated and rested. I was expecting the usual stiff muscles in my thighs and in my back after having sex last night. But, when I awoke this morning, that was not to be the case. In fact, my body felt rejuvenated. Diana had awaken before me to exercise. She went out with Etta and Hippolyta to jog around Wayne Manor.
After showering and dressing into my uniform, I walked downstairs to the dining room where the Wayne Manor staff had prepared a wonderful breakfast buffet. The fresh smell of pancakes, eggs made to order, and bacon permeated the air. Elizabeth was already down for breakfast and greeted me warmly.
"Good morning, Steve."
"Good morning, Elizabeth."
She looked around the room.
"Where are the others?"
"Diana, Etta, and Hippolyta all went for a jog around the manor."
"Really, I have not jogged for years. I wonder if they would let me join them tomorrow."
"I'm sure they would enjoy your company, Elizabeth."
"I must compliment your kitchen staff, Elizabeth. The breakfast is wonderful."
"Yes, Manfred is a wonderful Master Chef."
"Thank you, Madam Elizabeth." Manfred stated.
As we were talking, Alan Scott came down for breakfast. I couldn't help but noticed that Alan was walking around stiff and sore. I decided to inquire about his sudden condition. He was not stiff and sore last night when I saw him last.
"You are walking really stiff and sore, Alan."
"Thanks Steve. Hippolyta stopped by my room last night and wanted to do some group exercises. You know she is quite strong for a twenty-five year old woman."
"Ha...I am afraid that Hippolyta is 3,500 years old Alan." I said.
"You mean, she is the Hippolyta from classical Greek literature, Steve?" Elizabeth asked."
"Yes Elizabeth." I replied.
"Hippolyta promised me that she would ask Diana to massage my back later." Alan stated.
"I am afraid the old girl worked you over, Alan." Elizabeth joked.
Elizabeth, Manfred, and I laughed at Elizabeth's joke. Etta and Hippolyta strolled into the room. Both had showered and changed and were dressed in casual jeans and mid-drift blouses. Both women were in good spirits. Hippolyta made her way over to Alan. She noticed that Alan was walking stiff. In a kind gesture, she took pity on him.
"Are you going to be okay, Alan?" Hippolyta asked.
"I think that I will recover." Alan replied jokingly.
"Let me help you get your food, Alan." Hippolyta stated.
As the two made up their plates for breakfast, Silas and Patrick made their way down to the dining room. They seemed to take keen interest with Etta Candy.
"Can I help you with your breakfast, Etta?" Asked Silas.
"If you wish, Silas," she smiled as she replied, "I have never been waited on by a person of your importance Silas."
"Oh, I'm not really that important, Etta." Silas stated.
Elizabeth watch her son with a warm affection only a mother would understand as Silas demonstrated polite humble manners to Etta. Patrick seemed to take notice of Hippolyta. Although, he did not really act on his desires.
"Where is Diana?" Asked Patrick.
"She was showering and changing last time I saw her." Etta said.
"We will be heading out to Slaughter Swamp this morning." I stated.
"I will call to have the Sheriff meet us out there this morning, Steve." Alan said.
Alan left the room for a while to use the telephone. Everyone else continued on with their breakfast. As we continued on with breakfast, Diana came into the room. She was dressed in her working naval uniform. As it was after Labor Day, she was dressed in her working blue uniform.
"Good morning, everyone." Diana said with a radiant smile and a soft voice.
Everyone replied politely.
She strolled over and loaded her plate up with quite a bit of food. Diana, Hippolyta, and Etta made short work of the breakfast that the staff had made. Elizabeth and the boys seemed astonished that the three ladies could eat such a large meal as swiftly as they did. I guess that being an Amazon or an Amazon in training kept up their appetites.
Alan came back into the room.
"Steve, the Sheriff will meet us out at Slaughter Swamp at the main base camp."
"Good, how long will it take for us to travel to there?" I asked.
"From Wayne Manor, it is about an hour drive," Alan said, "He will meet with us around ten o'clock. It is only twenty after eight now. So, if we leave here around nine o'clock, we will be good on time."
"Good, I will like to have Diana walk through the sites this morning. That will give us a fairly accurate understanding of what we are up against." I stated.
"Do you want me to come along this morning, Major Trevor?" Etta asked.
"Well, I would feel better if you stayed here at the manor, while we check out the scene of the incidents." I replied.
"We will keep Etta entertained this morning, Steve." Elizabeth stated.
Diana looked over at Alan and noticed that he was walking stiff.
"Alan, you are walking awkwardly."
"Yes, Diana...I had a rough night last night." Alan said jokingly.
"Come over here and let me mend you up some." Diana said.
"I am not sure what you can do, Diana." Alan said as he walked over to her.
Diana stood up and ran her hands down Alan's back and along his thighs. After that, he seemed to walk normally.
"Wow, my back muscles and joints feel refreshed and loose now. Thank you Diana."
The Wayne's seemed astonished at witnessing Diana's treatment of Alan's sore back and legs.
"That was amazing, Diana. You healed him right up." Elizabeth stated.
"Oh, it was nothing." Diana replied.
"I have a bit of an arthritis build up in my arm. Could you look at it?" Elizabeth asked.
"Let me see." Diana said as she walked over to examine Elizabeth's arm.
"Yes, I can see the arthritic build up in your bone structure."
Diana ran her hands along Elizabeth's arms. Elizabeth seemed to respond pleasantly to the treatment.
"Amazing, my arm feels wonderful, and I do not feel the arthritis in my arms now."
"And, you will not anymore. I have regenerated the bone structure and muscle mass in your arms, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth seemed overwhelmed with joy. I must confess in this report that I too feel rejuvenated after our sexual escapades. It is ashamed the War Department does not allow women on the battlefield. Diana would make and excellent combat medic.
We all completed our breakfast and made our way to the foyer to leave for our meeting with the Sheriff at Slaughter Swamp.
Etta Candy's Journal
Monday Morning, 13 December 1943
I am having to rewrite this journal today because the first one I started was destroyed by a overzealous feline animal. I will try to recreate what I wrote before, but I am sure this new dialog will be different from the first. I will try my best to get an accurate record of what occurred this morning.
Diana and the others had just left for Slaughter Swamp. I decided to stay at Wayne Manor at the suggestion from Steve. He felt that it was better for them to assess the situation rather than risk my life. I did not mine staying at the Manor. The manor was very beautiful. It is not as big as Diana's private estate on Paradise Island, but it is fairly large for us mortals.
While I was out jogging with Diana and Hippolyta this morning, Hippolyta relayed the story of the last several times she had stayed here. She told us that she had stayed here once in the 1850's and then again about 50 years ago. She told us that the manor was almost like it was a century ago, but some parts were added on later. The Wayne's had been one of the early families to settle in this part of Maryland. Originally, the estate was used to train horses for the local population.
In the 1850's, the family invested into a new technology called the Iron Horse. This is better known to us modern people in the 1940's as the railroad. The family prospered well in the late nineteenth century. In the early twentieth century, the Wayne's invested into construction and land development projects. Recently, because of the great depression, the Wayne's invested into developing chemicals.
When Hippolyta stayed here in the 1850's, she remembered that the Wayne's had built a series of bunkers into the lower foundations of the manor to help transport slaves to safe-havens in the north. She told Diana and I that the bunkers had a medical clinic and had living quarters that people could use. When she returned in the 1880's and 1890's that Solomon Wayne had converted some of the bunkers into play rooms for his sexual fantasies. She relayed a story that I will recall at a later day.
The three of us returned to the manor after our morning jog. After we showered and changed in Diana's bathroom, Hippolyta and I made our way to the dining room where the others had already been eating their breakfast. As we knew they would be press for time, the three of us ate breakfast swiftly.
After breakfast, I took a stroll around Wayne Manor to see some of the family's heirlooms. As I walked around, Manfred came into one of the rooms. He spoke in a rather relaxed manor and with a remarkable vocabulary.
"Enjoying some of the sites, Madam Etta?"
I smiled after hearing my name addressed as "Madam Etta."
"Yes, I enjoy studying and learning about the ways of other people whenever the opportunity avails itself, Manfred.
"What have you learned so far?
"I was told that the Wayne's settled the manor here in the 1850's. I know they used to raise horses on the grounds, but later invested in the railroad here in Gotham County."
"Yes, that is all true, Madam Candy."
"I learned about Solomon Wayne. He was a Judge here in Gotham County."
"Yes, that is true. I came to the manor just after the first World War. I had known Alan Wayne, Kenneth Wayne's father who married Laura Elizabeth Wayne. He was a remarkable man. A very caring nature. He was a doctor during the war and opened a clinic here in Gotham for returning war veterans who were wounded during the war," Manfred said.
"What a fool I was back then, Etta. I tried to gamble in the Stock Market after the war. Fortunately for me, I lost my money before the depression. Alan Wayne offered me a job at the manor helping him to run the house. I was good friends with him and his wife Catherine Van Dern Wayne," he had spoken with a gleam of fondness for the memory in his eye. I couldn't help but be moved. I could sit here forever listening to Manfred go on about his history and the Wayne's history.
Manfred had that same quality about him that Diana had. A very balanced and serene quality. They both had a good way about them that tried to offer guidance in life but not do it in a overly-judgmental way or turn into a Texas Preacher. I spent another hour listening to him give detail accounts about the history at Wayne Manor. I told him that Diana had Steve and myself keep journals of all our travels together. And that I would appreciate it later on in my later years.
He said, "Madam Diana is a wise woman for only having lived for twenty-eight hundred years."
Manfred told me that he kept a journal too of all his travels and his time here at the manor. He said that "journalism has become a lost art with the invention of radio and movie reels."
I told him that, "I cannot articulate it as well as you can, but I know what you mean."
He returned to his daily routine and I strolled outside of the manor where I came across Elizabeth. She was attending to a small garden out back.
"What a beautiful garden, Elizabeth."
"Thank you, Etta."
"Do you garden much?" I asked.
"I did not actually until today. After Diana fixed my arm, I came out to do something that I loved to do before. My arthritis made it difficult to do. But, after Diana healed my arm, I can enjoy it again."
"I am glad for you, Elizabeth."
"Thank you, Etta."
"How did you and Diana meet, Etta, if you do not mind me asking?"
"Oh no, that is okay. I do not mind at all."
"Let's see, I was at a local diner in Washington DC, and Diana had come in to the diner to get lunch. She seemed alone to me, so I went up and started talking to her. One thing led to another and we became friends."
"Did she always confide in you?"
"I think so, she must have saw some quality in me that she trusted. When she first arrived in Washington, she didn't have a friend in the world. The only people she had known were all from work at the War Department and many of them were men. I kind of felt that she was sad, so I would try my best to cheer her up at the end of the day. I helped her to find her apartment in DC. It worked out great because her apartment was near Holiday College."
"Holiday College?" She asked.
"Yes, that is where I go to school during the semester. Diana has been a treasure drove of information for me in college."
"What do you study at college Etta?"
"I was studying Women's Studies, but when I met Diana, I decided to study law."
"Really?"
"Yes, when I am around Diana, she gives me confidence that I can achieve anything."
"It is interesting Etta that out of all the people you could have met that day in the diner, you met Diana or the Wonder Woman." She remarked.
"Yes, Diana tells me it is because I am a Sun-in-Aries." I replied.
We both had a chuckle after that. I continued to help her with the gardening when Silas came out to talk. I guess it was more from a sense of curiosity, but I had surmised that by studying his behavior that he had anxiety about talking to women.
As I did not want to startle him, I started the conversation.
Silas Wayne was a quiet man. He was tall, but not as tall as his brother, Patrick. After having study the Wayne family portraits, I could tell that Silas inherited his mother's body frame. He was a good looking man. I suppose having an older brother that was a giant of a man at six feet four inches in height made for some discomfort. Silas stood at a height of six feet even. I am not as good with physical descriptions as others, but I will try to describe Silas in my own words. He was thin in stature. He had a thin masculine complexion. He walked with a careful step. And, in my short time of observing him, I felt that he preferred to keep his thoughts to himself. The deep-thinking type. But, he was kind and well mannered.
"Hello Silas."
"Hello Etta. Are you helping mother with her gardening?"
"Yes, she wanted to garden after her arm was rehabilitated by Diana."
"Yes, I remember that Mother liked to garden years ago, but her arthritis made it difficult." He said.
"You're welcome to join us, Silas." Elizabeth offered.
"Sure, what do you need me to do?" Silas asked.
"Well, all that we need to do today is to check the soil while it is the dry season and the cold season to make sure the plants root structures are properly insulated and nourished while they are dormant." Elizabeth stated.
We continued on tending to the garden for most of the morning. Manfred prepared a small lunch for us with vegetable soup, assorted vegetables, and an ice cream served with a hot fudge brownie for dessert. The lunch was simple but fitting for the season. The temperature in the northwestern part of Maryland was a damp cold. It had not snowed this season but it had rained a bit the last couple of weeks. The warm soup was a nice welcome for us after working in the garden. Patrick came down for lunch.
Patrick Wayne was a tall and handsome man. As I stated before, he stood at six feet four inches. He was athletically built like Major Trevor. He was not bashful or shy, but he was not rude or selfish in his manners. He had a good size head that sat firmly on his neck. All of that was well packaged on top of broad shoulders. He smelled fantastic. If it was not a completely slutty move on my part, then I would "do" him in a heartbeat. But, I am a lady and will be patient.
Note to self, must make sure to call home to get my parents' permission to have sexual intercourse with Silas or Patrick should the moment arise. I saw them both checking Hippolyta and me out at breakfast, so I know they are interested. But Goddess Hera requires us under twenty-five to get consent from our parents. And having met her last Christmas season when I went home with Diana, I kind of feel that I am obligated to obey her. Of course, being a Baptist, I kind of have dedicated my spiritual life to Jesus. He recommends marriage before sexual intercourse, but I had already committed that sin years ago. I have not been to church since I was ten years of age, so I am not sure about the confessional protocols. But, since I met Diana and some of the Pagan Gods, I am wondering if maybe I should consult a Baptist minister.
It is interesting how my life has been suddenly thrust into theological practices. But, if push comes to shove, I will make sure my parents approve before Patrick or Silas push and shove themselves into me. I made myself laugh after writing these last two paragraphs. I think that I will dress light but conservatively around Silas and Patrick to make them use their imagination when gazing their eyes upon me.
Hippolyta's Journal
Monday Morning, 13 December 1943 or 21 degrees of Zeus
Diana asked me to write about this period of time because she thought that I would provide the most unique perspective. Because of my position as an outsider to this group or a foreigner in this land, I can provide a view-point that is from outside of the realm of each person--Etta, Steve, and Alan--involved in this story, and because I am a telepathic person, I can give a detail account about other people's thoughts. I will try my best to be factual in my brief.
It all started at nine o'clock in the morning by American standards for time-keeping. Perhaps this is the best time to give an explanation of the different ways Mortals and Immortals record time. We Amazons use a different method of time-keeping that uses natural phenomena to record time. We use periods which are thirty degree arcs along an equatorial plane. While mortals in this time use a mechanical clock. Human clocks use a fifteen degree arc along an equatorial plane which they have divided into hours. This creates the twenty-four hours of the standardized day. This standard system of time came about from a need to synchronize time in different cities for the purpose of shipping freight throughout the world.
Our system of time came about from the need to map cycles of periods for agricultural purposes. Of course, the days of plowing the fields has long since passed in the immortal plane. We industrialized many centuries before the mortals had done. And since we traveled through space and had functioned in different time periods, the need to rely on relative ways to account for time was developed.
The celestial clock the Amazons utilizes uses periods or two human-mechanical clock hours to divide the day into twelve equal parts. Our day begins at twilight or the six o'clock hour in the afternoon. This is the fourth period of the day. It is easy to figure out because you just put a ruler into the ground and align it to the nadir. The length of the shadow tells you the month and the angle tells you the period. At night, you can use an hour glass to measure the time. One can use the moon to track the time, but the hour glass is easier to do.
Of course, we immortals are not as concerned about the time of day as mortals are. It is interesting how mortals are very concerned with mapping out every moment of their lives. But enough about the philosophical view on time. Just know that mortals have a different standard of time than immortals.
Our party consisting of Major Trevor, Alan Scott, Diana, and myself took Diana's car out to the first place that this creature had been sighted at. It was a short drive. We left the other car for Etta, in the event she wanted to visit Gotham City. Alan Scott drove the car with Steve in the passenger seat. Diana and I sat in the back.
From the back of the car, we had a splendid view of the scenery. The last time that I had traveled in this area, we had to travel by horse back or use a horse powered wagon. Although, the technology the Amazons and the Immortals have, we have had powered vehicles for many centuries. When traveling in the mortal plane, Immortals use the technology most applicable to the period. As we traveled along the road, we could get a commanding view of eastern Maryland.
Most of the area was rural country. A significant contrast from Washington DC. All the trees were dormant due to the colder climate for the winter season. This part of Maryland had a humid or wet climate. The winter solstice would not take place for another ten degrees of Apollo (the Sun) by our Amazon pagan standards. In the Amazon calendar it is now 21 degrees of Zeus or 21 degrees Sagittarius. Persephone will return to her husband Hades in the underworld and spend the next 90 days there. Demeter will be sadden in this time and winter will be upon us.
Sunday night was the Full Moon so that means Athena reigns for the next seven nights until Hera takes over for the waning moon. I should make a note that Pagans (I use the term "pagan" because in contemporary times, the term has evolved to signify or categorize old world religions prior to the new world religions dominating in the western civilizations. Of course, thousands of years ago, we did not refer to ourselves as Pagans, nor did we refer to ourselves as Greek. That term [Greek] was a derogatory term used by the Trojans in reference to the Hellenic's people. It is funny how terms evolve through the ages. Again, I am going on about time. I do not mean to weigh the narrative down with complex exposition, but it is important that the reader [mortal or immortal] understand what time system we are on for reference.
We arrived at the main camp in Slaughter Swamp located in the southern part of the county of Gotham. There was still some foliage on the trees, but most of it has dried out for the colder weather from the fall season. This part was mainly a rural section of the county. As we turned from the main highway, the road went from a nice paved road to a muddy dirt road. I could tell from the onboard computer that the vehicle had shifted over to a four-wheel drive configuration.
"Don't worry, Alan, the car will automatically shift to four-wheel drive mode." Diana said.
"Nice." Alan replied with a look of happiness on his face.
"The main office of the Ranger camp should be up ahead, Steve." Alan said.
The area that the main office was located in was an open area in a small glade. It was a small building with several windows on the front. The structure was made of lumber which was typical in this part of the United States. It featured a small covered porch on the front. We parked the car in the front and made our way into the office.
Alan led the way as he was the one who arranged the meeting here. In the office was a tall man whom I determined to be the Gotham County Sheriff. Behind the desk, was another man, who I determined to be the State Park Ranger.
"Good morning, Sheriff, I'd like you to meet Major Steve Trevor, Petty Officer First Class Diana Prince, and Hippolyta Prince. They are here at the request of the War Department sent to assist me with the investigation of this creature." Alan said.
"Good morning Alan, Steve, Diana, and Hippolyta. I would like to welcome you all to Gotham County and thank you all for your assistance here with this matter." The Gotham Sheriff said.
"With your permission, Sheriff, I would like my team to survey the first site of the incident involving the creature." Alan said.
"Of course, Alan. I will take you all over to the first site. I have a jeep standing by to ferry us over to the site." The Sheriff said.
All of us had followed the Sheriff out of the building. Outside were two jeeps that the Sheriff had waiting for us to use. The drive out to the first area took about twenty minutes while traveling at a velocity of fifteen miles an hour. It was a densely wooded area with many trees. The rail-way crossed through here on a north to south direction. A small service road was constructed close to the line to allow for maintenance of the track.
The area had a nice scent of the native floral combined with the aroma of the water. This area was on the northern edge of the swamp. It had patches of dry land that structures could be built upon, but as one went further into the swamp it became more inundated by water flowing from one of the nearby river systems. The service road stretched for miles as it wind along with the railway track. Alan gave us a brief overview of the events the lead to the damaged line.
"The creature came out of the south of the swamp and attacked this specific section of the railroad line. In the first attack, it only damaged the cars." Alan said.
Diana walked along the line and took a survey with her empathic and telepathic powers. I could see into her thoughts as ours are linked together. Diana could see clearly in her mind what occurred here. She filtered her thoughts with her mind to discriminate for the events of that night. I must note here that Diana's ability to see the truth would see all of the truths that happened at this spot and not just the specific truths that we wanted to know. However, after years of using her power, Diana had become quite adapted at tuning into the specific truths she needed to know.
Diana could clearly see that it was a man of monstrous proportions. He stood at a height of about seven to eight feet tall. He was part undead and part plant. He came out of the swamp and tossed the train cars around with massive strength. He was able to summon up more strength and power at will much like Diana was able to do. I recorded Diana's thoughts on paper in the stenograph pad she had given me. After the creature threw the train cars around he returned to the swamp and disappeared as he walked further into the water.
Diana made an illustration of the creature for Alan and Steve. The Sheriff relayed to us that a similar sketch had been developed by a police artist from questioning several campers. They reported that a large man came out of the woods and could barely talk. He could only utter the words, "born on Monday," to the campers. Some of the regular campers to the state park had given the person the name, "Solomon Grundy." A reference to an English nursery rhyme. It was published by James Orchard Halliwell in 1842. The lyrics in the poem are:
Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday, Christened on a Tuesday, Married on a Wednesday, Took ill on Thursday, Worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday, That was the end, Of Solomon Grundy.
Diana's empathy detected some residual magic from the creature.
I sensed that this creature--Solomon Grundy--had the magical scent from a powerful dark magician. Diana's deeper senses told her that this was the scent of Circe (pronounced Ker-key in the Greek), although contemporary humans not train in the Classical or Modern Greek tended to pronounce her name as "Sir - see." Diana kept this knowledge to herself. I could see that Diana did not want to overwhelm the group with too much information. It was not that Diana did not trust Steve or Alan, her reasoning was that she was not certain if that information was relevant to the moment. I gathered that Diana needed time to collect her thoughts.
Steve asked, "If you don't mind me asking Sheriff, who primarily uses the state park here?"
"This park is used by recreational campers, local fisherman, and drifters," The Sheriff said.
"Drifters?"
"Yes, during the economic depression in the 1930's, many people found safe haven here. Since the war, those numbers have dwindled lately. But, occasionally, it is not unheard of for some people to camp out here," The Sheriff said.
Alan asked the Park Ranger, "Does the park regulate the campers that stay here?"
"Yes, we require that all patrons to register at the ranger office if they plan to stay overnight in the state park. That is mainly to provide safety and justify our tax expense to the government," The Ranger said.
"I would like to tour the other two sites," Steve said.
"Of course, I will take your group there now," The Ranger said.
We all returned to the jeeps and went on to tour the next two sites. The next two sites did not differ in effect from the first site. The evidence of the attack only differed in intensity. Diana surveyed the wreckage of the trains and the last site where the railway line was destroyed. It was clear in her mind and my own that this creature was the result of a powerful sorcerer. Whether the creature was autonomous or acting via the will of another entity was unclear.
By the time we completed the last survey, it was close to noon. We decided to return to the manor and eat lunch and review our notes. After a short contest of a heads or tails coin toss, Steve won the honor of driving the car.
Diana's Journal
Monday Afternoon, 12 December 1943
Alan, Steve, Hippolyta, and I returned to Wayne Manor just after one o'clock in the afternoon. Etta had greeted us at the door as we walked into the manor. She was in her normal happy mood.
"Welcome back, Diana." Etta said.
"Thank you, Etta." I said.
Etta asked, "What did you learn at Slaughter Swamp?"
"Quite a bit of information. Let us get changed and out of these working clothes, and then we can eat a late lunch while we discuss our information." I said.
"Sure Diana" She said.
Steve and I returned to our room and showered and changed into some casual clothes. Mother and Alan decided to shower and change too. When we returned to the dining room, Manfred had the table set with a wonderful serving of vegetable soup, mixed vegetables, and a dessert of ice cream served with a warm brownie.
"The lunch is wonderful, Manfred." Hippolyta said.
"Thank you, Madam Hippolyta." Manfred said.
"Diana, you seemed reluctant to discuss about the dark magical energy you sensed at Slaughter Swamp." Hippolyta said.
"Yes, I was uncertain as to what to do. The magical scent was that of Circe, which kind of threw me off." I said.
Alan asked, "Magical scent?"
"Yes, whenever a magician or sorcerer uses magic their spells give off a psychic aroma unique to the caster. You can think of it as trace evidence. It is detectable for those of us who are an empathic, a telepathic, and a clairvoyant. To give you all a sense of it, I will give you a sample of this phenomena," I said.
I raised my hand and in an instant, Themis, my magic lasso came to my hand. I asked Themis to reconfigure into phase mode. Then, she stretched her form to envelop the room and transform our plane to a different phase of life. Themis was able to recreate the living memory using my truth vision from Slaughter Swamp for all of us to see.
"Do not be alarmed my friends. We are in a different phase of reality. Themis is going to let you see what I saw in my survey at slaughter swamp," I said.
"This is amazing, Diana." Steve said.
Alan, Steve, Etta, Hippolyta, Manfred all were able to see the true account of the incident. They could see in full detail how Solomon Grundy came out of the water and threw the train cars about. They could see, hear, smell, taste, and feel all the sensations that I could. They could see the many streams of reality my super senses could sense from the environment.
At first, the sensations overwhelmed the group with the exception of Hippolyta. But as they began to understand the sensations, they were able to adapt to them.
"Diana, I never realized that you could sense the environment in great detail." Etta said.
"It is truly remarkable, Madam Diana." Manfred said.
Steve asked, "What is that haze or fog in the imagery Diana?"
"That is the magical aura given off by the spell." I replied.
"It has a sweet aroma." Alan said.
"Yes, that is Circe's scent." I replied.
"It does not make any sense. If Circe is behind this, what would she be able to benefit from attacking a train?" Hippolyta asked.
"Perhaps, Circe is not completely involved. Historically, she tends be the puppet master. She probably laid some seeds here in Gotham County long ago that are starting to bloom." I said.
"If these magical currents exist, then can we use them to discover if there is an origin or confederate here in Gotham County?" Alan asked.
"Themis, reveal to us where these currents originate from." I commanded.
The imagery followed the trail of the magical aura and led to a local club in Gotham City.
"The Iceberg Club is owned by Vincent Falcone." Alan said.
"The club is washed in psychic energy, Diana. Mainly, dark energy that protects the interior of the club from our probing eyes." Themis said.
"Then, we must go to the club and get a detail reconnaissance report." I said.
Steve asked, "Is it possible for us to get into the club for dinner?"
"Leave those arrangements to me, Steve." Alan said.
After lunch, I had returned to my room to collect my thoughts about the Solomon Grundy matter. It was not unheard of that an immortal could be helping a crime lord in the mortal realm. However, I always thought of Circe was more grandiose in her schemes. If Circe is connected to this plot, then why would she attack a train bound for a place in Tennessee? The beast I saw in my survey, this Solomon Grundy, I sensed an undead being of immense power. Why would Circe animate a dead man?
"It is important for you to maintain a clear mind Diana." A voice from behind me said. I turned around towards the familiar voice that had spoken to me. There standing before me in all her glory was the Goddess Athena. She was dressed in her normal attire of armor. I bowed immediately in her presence.
"I humble myself before you, Goddess Athena." I said.
Athena smiled and reached her right hand out to me. She spoke with a radiant quality in her voice. The energy from her words touched my heart with a wonderful warmth of her divine magic.
"You have humbled yourself before me, my child, the greatest of all heroes whom I have had the honor of witnessing the many wise deeds carried out for my will. Come and sit with me now, for I have a new task for you this day." Athena said.
I walked over and sat on the bed next to Athena.
"What is thy will my Goddess Athena?"
"There is a matter before me that requires resolution. You are becoming aware of the matter as The Fates have revealed it to us. You seek this creature you have come to know as Solomon Grundy. He was a mortal man who long ago turned towards a life of crime to seek fame and fortune. Then, he was known as Cyrus Gold. He fell in love with a woman named Selene Francis Kyle. The details of his original death are uncertain, Diana. You must investigate the matter for me. You alone will determine the fate of Cyrus and Selene. If there is any redemption for these two mortals, then you are charged with discovering these facts." She said.
"Yes, my Goddess," I answered, " I will discover the truth."
"You are the only one with the power that can uncover the truth here, Diana."
"There are other immortals involved in this matter, Goddess Athena. Somehow, all of these plots revolve around a project the Americans are working on called the Clinton Engineering Works." I said.
"Yes, the mortals are on the cusp to unlock the power of the atom. Right now, both sides of the conflict have employed their magicians and sages to develop these technologies. God Ares has tempted some mortal mages with this divine knowledge. Now they race to harness this power." She said.
"Atomic power cannot lead to a good outcome with the mortals engaged in a world war. Yet, it is a routine cycle for mortals." I said.
"Do not under estimate the power of the dark magic here Diana. You must see to it that a balanced outcome is achieved here." Athena said.
"Yes my Goddess. In the name of justice, I will prevail." I said.
"Always remember, my Champion, that our desire is not to prevent mortals from using the power of the atom. Our desire is to help them learn to use the power with compassion. Whatever side in this conflict harnesses this power will possess the power to shape the course of human nature for the next millennium. Do not get caught up into the endeavors that will force you to tip the scales too far to the right or too far to the left."
"I shall meditate on your wisdom, Goddess Athena." Diana said.
"I have all the faith in you, Diana, my champion heroine. May the spirit be with you." Athena said.
Athena stood up from the bed and raised her arms and in an instance phased out of the reality. I sat for some time thinking about the matter. I fell into a deep sleep to clear my mind.
Etta Candy's Journal
Monday afternoon, 13 December 1943
It was shortly after four o'clock in the afternoon that Diana came down to the parlor where the rest of us had congregated to play some games and listen to some music. At first, as I glanced over to see her, she seemed to have a look that was lost in thought. This was an expression that I had come to know from Diana. For the two years that I have known her, I have come to understand and to know when she had her mind fixated on some matter. I walked over to talk to her.
"You look like someone who is lost in thought, Diana."
Diana smiled and said, "Goddess Athena came to me prior to my nap. She gave me some details about our mysterious Solomon Grundy. She informed me that he was once known as Cyrus Gold many years ago. He had fallen into a life of crime. Athena has charged me with the responsibility of discovering his story. Then, I am to determine his fate."
"That seems like a difficult task. This Solomon Grundy does not seem to be one who is ready for a sit down style type of a discussion." I said.
The others over heard our discussion and joined in. Hippolyta said, "Goddess Athena would not have charged you with such a task if Solomon Grundy's fate was already determined."
Diana further explained, "Goddess Athena informs me that the Clinton Engineering Works is where the United States government is conducting their atomic testing and development. I used my telepathy to tap into some minds while I was taking a nap. The US Government plans to do their heavy water and uranium testing in Tennessee."
Major Trevor seemed to be concerned by this revelation. He said, "Atomic research? The War Department left out some important details in this investigation. I will have to talk with Colonel Darnel, but I don't want to do it over the phone."
Diana replied, "we can fly back in the morning and talk to Colonel Darnell, and come back in the afternoon. We will still need to infiltrate the Iceberg Club."
Alan said, "if you two go to Washington DC in the morning, then that will give me time to arrange for a reservation at the club. No doubt that we will be under surveillance the minute we enter the club. That place is crawling with criminals. With Steve Trevor being a war hero, that may draw suspicions from the clientele there."
"I guess that leaves Hippolyta and I to entertain the Wayne's' while you three are out in the morning," I said.
The brothers seemed very happy with this new development. Patrick spoke for the two. He said, "we would be honored to entertain you two beautiful ladies while everyone are out running errands tomorrow."
Elizabeth who was sitting at one of the tables playing cards with Manfred and Alan seemed to have a wonderful moment when her son expressed his wonderful charm. She seemed kind of astonished. Her statement gave me a warm feeling inside. I think Hippolyta was reading my mind because I had a swift vision of Hippolyta and I taking on these two young men. She gave me a playful-sinister look that I interpreted to mean, "we would do some wickedly nasty things to these younglings."
Elizabeth remarked, "make sure you two stretch. Etta and Hippolyta are very athletic women, Patrick. "
Diana walked over to the piano in the parlor and started to play some musical standards. I joined in to her musical entertainment. Hippolyta joined in with us so that we could harmonize in three part harmony. We spent the remainder of the afternoon doing our version of the Andrew Sisters for the group. It was amazing and fun. Manfred informed us that dinner was ready around eight o'clock in the evening. From all the singing and dancing, I had lost track of the time.
Everyone seemed amazed at how musically talented the three of us were. Diana was the only one who was not able to dance because she was the one playing the piano. Although, Hippolyta was able to play the piano too, Diana was more familiar with the American standards. However, I found out later that Diana and Hippolyta could share their telepathic links and that Diana was able to teach the lyrics and musical notes to Hippolyta. Sometimes, I wished that I had powers. It would certainly make studying at college easy.
Once Manfred announced dinner was ready, we all walked over to the dining room.
Elizabeth Wayne's Journal
Monday Evening, 13 December 1943
This part of the narrative are my own private thoughts of my experiences in dealing with the matter of Solomon Grundy. While Alan Scott's group consisting of Major Trevor, Etta Candy, Diana Prince, and Hippolyta Prince--was staying at the Manor, I noticed that they would frequently record their activities into journals. At dinner, I had made an inquiry about the journals. Etta Candy, whom I have come to love, explained that Diana had everyone keep accurate details about their adventures because the immortals were required to keep written account of their tales. This was mandated by the God Zeus.
Later on, I approached Diana about adding my written account of the adventure to the tale. She agreed that my experiences and point of view would enrich the story. So, I will do my best to recall the events as I had experienced them.
All of us had just sat down for dinner around seven o'clock in the evening. Manfred had the staff prepare a simple meal of stuffed cabbage that was marinated with a red wine and tomato sauce. He had stuffed the cabbage with ground beef. The dish was accompanied with macaroni and cheese that had some broccoli mixed in with it. The meal was served with a Greek salad and for dessert we had fresh baked key-lime pie.
I must admit that having the group here at the manor during the Christmas Holiday season was wonderful. It had been a long time since the manor had the rich sound of laughter in it. This week has caused me to recall the wonderful times I had here at the manor before Kenneth Wayne, my husband, had died. Silas and Patrick were too young to remember the time before that when the manor was host to many parties. We Wayne's were free spirits then. Of course, the family had built a wealthy estate from the railroad business and from a healthy law practice in Gotham County. Alan Wayne, Kenneth's father decided to break from tradition and study medicine.
Myself, I was the daughter from a wealthy family. I was expected to learn the proper ways to support my husband and was not encouraged to go to college. Until I had met Kenneth Wayne, he challenged me to go to college and to enrich my mind. So, I studied chemistry. The three women here this week had reminded me with a sharp contrast of how long it had been since I had thought of myself as a single woman. Do not get me wrong, I loved being a mother, and my sons have filled my days with joy and happiness for all of their lives. But, the three women had reminded me of what I had been taking for granted for many years: being a woman.
Diana, Etta, and Hippolyta had sung a wonderful set of songs before dinner. All of us were dancing and singing like we used to do at the manor. I felt a genuine warmth in my heart as Silas and Patrick had flirted around with the women. Ever since my arthritis condition slowed me down. I had not been able to enjoy many simple pleasurable behaviors; dancing, and sexual intercourse.
I write those two behaviors mainly to give the reader the context and the scope of my disability. To have certain behaviors taken from you and then suddenly to be able to enjoy those pleasures again was giving me the feeling of exuberance. Although, I am not telepathic, I could sense the sexual stimulation in the air as we all had danced together. Later, I had been able to learn that Diana and Hippolyta had given off strong pheromones that brought out people's natural desires.
Etta had explained to me while we had gardened earlier today that she had not understood the phenomenon either until Diana had explained it to her. However, once I had become cognizant of the phenomenon, I have been able to control my feelings. Diana had let me see some of the journal entries that had been written thus far. At first, I felt uncomfortable about reading some of the sexual encounters that had been written by the others, but as I had thought about it more, I seemed more interested to read about the others unfiltered stories.
Myself, the journals I kept were more of the simple here is what happened on Tuesday style of writing. But these journals had captured the inner thoughts and feelings of each of the writers. I had enjoyed learning about the mental processes of the immortals that were in contrast with the mortals in the story. It is interesting how after living for thousands of years, that Diana and Hippolyta could remain so exuberant about life.
But enough about my curiosities. Let me continue on about dinner. We had all sat down at dinner. We were all happy in spirit from the wonderful songs Diana had played on the piano. The meal was delicious. The boys seemed most interested in talking to Hippolyta and Etta about their backgrounds.
Patrick asked, "if you do not mind me asking, how did Ms. Etta and Ms. Hippolyta meet?"
I gathered from the tone in his voice that he was not aware the Hippolyta was thousands of years old. I too, must admit, I felt uncomfortable about Patrick and Silas dating Hippolyta. This was not because I distrusted her. It seemed more like a maternal instinct. Perhaps, it was just fear creeping into my anxieties. I felt that perhaps Silas was not ready for someone as mature in her sexuality as Hippolyta was. He might fall to deep for her.
Etta answered the question, "I had met Hippolyta a year ago when Diana took me home with her on winter vacation."
Hippolyta said, "I had known about Etta for a while because Diana had sent me detail stories about her for many months before meeting her in person. Also, I am a telepath like Diana and we can read people's thoughts."
Silas said, "Really, I have never met a telepath before. How does it work?"
Hippolyta said, "I can read everyone's thoughts instantaneously. The more that I focus the narrower the gambit I can read."
Silas said, "So, the scope is wide but can be narrowed by concentration."
"Exactly, young Silas," Hippolyta said.
Silas asked, "Amazing, what am I thinking about now?"
Hippolyta laughed and smile as she asked, "Do you really want me to answer that question, Young Silas? It could be embarrassing for you."
Hippolyta looked towards me with a look I interpreted as this was going to be awkward.
Silas replied, "I will probably live to regret this but, my curiosity has the better of me."
Hippolyta said, "You are hoping that with charm that you can invite Etta and Myself to your play room."
Silas laughed and said, "remarkable Hippolyta, that is exactly what I had thought about."
Hippolyta said, "I could take you up on that request but since you are under twenty-five years of age your mother would have to consent to such a union."
Etta said, "In the immortal plane Silas, they considered sexual intercourse the actual marriage. Through intercourse both people involved are spiritually joined."
Patrick said, "That is fascinating. So, you are saying that Silas would be married to you if you two had sexual intercourse? What happens in a divorce?"
Diana answered, "In the immortal plane and in the ancient world going back several thousand years, people did not have ceremonies granted by the state to get married or get divorced. Men or women just stopped having sexual intercourse."
I asked, "What happened with the children?"
Diana replied, "If the man left the woman after he fathered the children then he would leave them the house and means to care for the children. However, in practice, If they were not affluent with wealth, then they would share the same house. It was not uncommon for several families to occupy one household."
"The sexual intercourse, which was called marriage or sometimes expressed as "come to know of" in literature, did not obligate you to just one partner." Hippolyta said.
Etta asked, "How does Hera's law fit into this?"
Hippolyta replied, "Hera governs over all unions or partnerships. Hera requires that all parties involved give consent."
I asked, "So, if the husband wanted to date another woman or the wife date another man they just had to ask the other for consent?"
Diana replied, "Yes, for the most part it worked out well. But occasionally, you had one party member who did not consent and the other partner just disobeyed the law."
I asked, "what happens if they disobey the law?"
Etta replied, "Then Goddess Hera would curse you."
Hippolyta said, "One could not enter the Elysium Fields if the Goddess Hera cursed them."
Patrick asked, "How would one get a cursed removed?"
Diana answered, "Goddess Athena would send one of her champions to redeem the person."
Alan asked, "Champions?"
Hippolyta answered, "yes, think of them as angels. Like Diana, she is sent to redeem mortals or immortals who have lost their way. In the pagan culture, people strived to be heroes. Only heroes could enter the Elysium Fields."
Silas asked, "Wait, you and Diana are immortals?"
Hippolyta replied, "Yes, we are immortals"
Etta said, "Yes, they are both several thousands of years old, Silas."
Hippolyta said, "That is why your mother is uncomfortable about you having a sexual relationship with me, Silas. She fears that you are not mentally prepared for a woman as mature as myself. It is a mother thing."
Silas said, "I can understand that Ms. Hippolyta. I have not had any sexual experiences with women. But, as a man, I wouldn't mind my first time being with any of you ladies. You three are the most beautiful women I have ever met."
We all laughed after his honest candor.
I felt deeply for Silas and his honesty.
I said, "Well in that case, I give my consent if you promise me not to fall to deep my son. If you fall to deep for Hippolyta or Etta, the lost may crush your young spirit for a long time. And, you will never get over that kind of pain for all of your life."
We all carried on with dinner and then made are way back to the parlor for after dinner liquors. Myself, I warmed up to a nice brandy. Diana and Steve retired early to their room as they both had to wake early to return to Washington DC for their meeting at the War Department. Patrick and Silas spent their time trying to woo the ladies. I had Manfred turn on a nice record. As it might be awkward for my sons to have their mother looking over their shoulders, I quietly departed the room and return to my room. Allen Scott had decided to return to his home for the night to take care of some arrangements for tomorrow.
Etta Candy's Journal
Monday Night, 13 December 1943
It was shortly after eight o'clock in the evening after we all finished dinner and returned to the parlor for after dinner drinks. Manfred poured us a new coffee-rum liquor that he called Kahlua. It had a wonderful flavor. Manfred offered everyone a cigar, which we all accepted.
Hippolyta and I excused ourselves from the party to go to the powder room. In the powder room, we had a chance to work on our game plan for the Wayne brothers. Elizabeth had given her consent for Silas to date us women. And, because Hippolyta was the oldest, I let her take the leadership role.
"Those two boys are ripe with sexual energy tonight, Etta."
"I know, Silas kept trying to cop a feel on me after dinner. I leaned into him, but he was not ready for it and sort of backed away."
"Yes, I saw that Etta. Young Silas is still at that awkward virgin stage. Make sure you turn your telepathy bracelet on, Etta."
I looked down at the bracelet. Though I have had it for a month, I had not really used it much. I was kind of scared to use it.
"Don't be afraid to use it Etta. It will be fun for you, and it will heighten your sexual experience while you have it on."
"Will it? How does it do that?"
Hippolyta turned the bracelet on by touching the center-piece. I am not sure if it was a button. I can only describe it as a circular shaped object. There was not any lights or mechanical parts like a watch. But suddenly, my mind was filled with an onslaught of thoughts from all directions. It was not a headache or pressure in my head, but it was a rush of imagery and dreams at the same time.
Hippolyta reached over to help me.
"Relax Etta, and breathe normally and concentrate on the thought that you want to see and hear."
I relaxed my body by breathing in and breathing out slowly. Then, I focused on Hippolyta. I could hear and see her thoughts. She was not talking. But, I could understand her.
Hippolyta thought, "Are you okay, Etta?"
I replied in thought, "Yes, I am fine. It just flooded my mind with sensations all at one time."
She responded in thought, "Yes, you will get used to it. You will be able to read other people's thoughts, but only other people with the ability to use telepathy can communicate back."
I thought about Diana for a moment and then she communicated with me using her telepathy, "I read you Etta."
I communicated back in telepathy, "Hello Diana. This will be interesting being able to communicate to you two while Hippolyta and I seduce Silas and Patrick."
Diana replied in telepathy, "The ability of telepathy will come to you as visual and audio data. Some of the data will be how things are, some data will be how things were, and some data will be of things that will be. You must use your intelligence, your intuition, and your wisdom to understand and to learn information from the stimuli."
I replied in telepathy, "how does this differ from empathy?"
Hippolyta said, "With empathy, you feel the data stream. It comes as strong or weak feelings."
Diana added, "With empathy, the deeper you feel for another then you can heal them empathically, but if you concentrate too deeply or if left uncontrolled, you could draw the spiritual life force from the individual or the group."
Hippolyta and I had touched up our makeup and our hair. She adjusted my evening dress to compliment my shape and to make my cleavage standout more. She used the opportunity to feel up my breast. As her warm hands caressed my shape with their graceful action upon my body, my sexual feelings intensified. My breast ripened up as the energy increased inside my body. "Thank you Hippolyta, I think that my body is ready for action now," I said while holding back my impending sexual climax. The cool thing about the telepathy bracelet was that the mental communication worked with my spoken words as well.
Hippolyta looking us over in the mirror said, "our feminine armor must compliment our figure and protect us warrior women at the same time."
We made our way back to the parlor. The others were all there except for Alan Scott, who had decided to return home to make some arrangements for tomorrow night. Steve and Diana had decided to turn in early for their trip in the morning. Elizabeth and Manfred slipped away from the room to give us some time together.
Patrick and Silas continued to drink their Kahlua and to smoke their cigars. Hippolyta and I found our drinks and cigars. Then, we made our way over to the men. Hippolyta told me to slow my pace using her telepathy. The slow pace had a nice mental effect in the minds of the men. I could see that their full attention was on us.
Patrick spoke first. "You two are stunningly beautiful.
"Thank you." Hippolyta said.
I asked, "How are we going to split this up?"
Silas suggested, "I've not experienced this before, will suggesting we flip a coin be improper."
I jokingly said, "In Texas, we use a beer bottle to decide."
Patrick joked back and said, "We use that same technique in Gotham too."
Hippolyta took command and said, "Why don't we do this by height: Etta and Silas, Patrick and me."
That idea seemed logical to the rest of us, so we split off into our pairs. We remained in the parlor for now, but I could see in Silas' mind that he wanted to get to the play room. Hippolyta had told me about the play room earlier. At this point, I was more curious to see the room, then I was anxious to participate in the facilities.
Patrick took up Hippolyta's hand and the two made their way to an open place in the room and started to dance together to the music playing on the record player. Because she was five feet nine inches tall, Hippolyta complimented Patrick's height of six feet four inches. Silas on the other hand was six feet tall, and my height was five feet three inches without heels.
What helped the gentlemen out with getting into the mood was that Hippolyta and I made sure to dress in our fancy evening dresses. Both our dresses were solid colors. I had worn a red dress and Hippolyta had worn a blue dress. We both had worn a slip underneath the dress to show off our natural curves. The men were dressed very handsomely in an evening style dinner suit. Not to be confused with a business attire, they were dressed very appropriately in their tailored made suits that were cut perfectly to their natural sizes.
Using the telepathy, I could see that Silas was hesitant to dance with me. It was not that he could not dance. His anxiety was getting the better of him. And, he was uncertain about where to start. I thought to myself that perhaps me being the more sexually experienced person between the two of us that I should find a method to let him know that having casual sex with a woman did not obligate him to her.
"Silas, I can see that you are full of anxiety. And, I want you to have a good time and help you achieve your goal."
"Thanks Etta, I appreciate that."
"You do want to have sex tonight?"
"Yes, I do."
"But, you are uncertain where to start?"
"Yes, that sounds about right."
"Well, normally, most casual dates that I have been on, the men usually initiate the making-out part of the evening. Although, either of us can initiate that procedure. Many men like to start with dancing. That way they can press up onto the gal and get a preview of how wonderful her body feels next to him."
"Okay, would you like to dance, Etta?"
"I would love to dance, Silas."
We made our way over to the dance area of the parlor and found a spot to be comfortable. Silas took my hand into his hand and proceeded to lead the dance. I followed his lead and pressed my body close to his and started to dance. He was still kind of nervous. I smiled and looked into his eyes. He seemed to lose focus when I did that. So to ease his tension, I pressed my resting hand that was touching his back side and slightly caressed his back. I moved my hand from the small of his back to gently press his buttocks muscles. He seemed startled at first, but then realized he enjoyed the feeling. I pressed my bosom into his chest so that the warm sensation would stir his imagination.
I pressed my body closer to his so that my sexual organ pressed up against his sexual organ. The sensation had a positive effect on him. I could see his thoughts in his head. It was rather simple for me to concentrate on us, but I slowly realized that if I thought about Hippolyta or Diana, I could read their thoughts too. Often, I had wondered what it would be like to have telepathy. I had imagined that it would be difficult to control, but in practice, it was proving to be easy for me to control. I could see from everyone's perspective as my mind focused on a singular person or I could see from the group if I thought about the group. I could even read the thoughts of Walter and Paris, they were playing together in my room.
The more I looked from Hippolyta's perspective and Silas' perspective it stimulated my own sexual urges. I could only imagine that Diana's sexual urges were deep. If the audio and visual had a profound effect on my sexual stimulation, then empathy would have a deeper profound effect in that it was tied into to the sense of touch.
"It does." Diana said using her telepathy.
I laughed a bit when Diana chimed into my thoughts. I had forgotten she was able to read my thoughts as well.
"That happens Etta, you get used to it. Most telepathic people find enjoyment with casual conversation during sex." Hippolyta said using her telepathy.
"This is the first time I have seen myself from another person's perspective. I didn't know I looked this good in a red dress up close." I said jokingly to Diana and Hippolyta using the telepathy.
Although, Diana and Steve turned in early this evening, I could see Steve had some tension he wanted to relieve. I turned my attention back to Silas.
"Are you enjoying the dance, Silas?"
"I am."
"This is referred to as getting to second base."
"How do I get to third base?"
"Well, you need to muster up some courage and inspect my buttocks or other areas below my waist. There are several options."
"I see."
He started doing some calculations in his head. Do I feel her buttocks or do I kiss her? I used my hand to slide his hand down from my back to my buttocks. He seemed to get the hint and relaxed. He let his hand wander pleasantly about my bottom side. The sensation of his warm hand sent waves of pleasure through my spine. I had to let out a little giggle from the behavior, and I pressed my body tightly onto him.
After about twenty minutes, we all sat down and finished our Kahlua and our cigars. Hippolyta took the leader position and suggested, "Why don't we go inspect that play room that you two men wanted to show us?"
The two men seemed very happy with this suggestion. So we all went to the play room. Patrick led the way. He led us to a service elevator that was built into the manor. Hippolyta was right about the manor being built on top of some deep caves. We all descended a good distance in the elevator. Then, we finally arrived at the floor. The elevator door opened up to a long hallway that was carpeted from end to end. There were several doors on either side of the hallway.
Patrick led us to one of the rooms further down the hall. Outside of the rooms were a pair of lights. One light was green and the other light was red. Several of the rooms had the same arrangements of lights.
I asked, "What are the lights for?"
Patrick answered, "The lights are to let others know that the room is occupied."
I asked, "So, you have a couple of rooms to use?"
"Yes, these rooms were once used regularly by visitors who used to come to the manor for parties," Patrick said, "Hippolyta and I will take the room on the right, and you two can take the room on the left."
Hippolyta and Patrick went into the other room and shut the door. The light next to that door changed from a green light to a red light. Silas took my hand and led me over to the play room on the left. He turned on the light in the room and shut the door. Inside the room next to the door was a set of light switches. He flipped on one switch and the lights in the room changed from a green light to a red light. The door on the outside looked to be made of solid oak, but on the inside of the room was dressed with some kind of padded material. I guessed that it was designed to muffle the sounds.
The room was fairly large. It resembled a small apartment that was around 3,500 square feet. The interior walls were styled with a nice panel that contrasted the furniture. There were some smaller rooms that were adjacent along a small hallway that was on the opposite side of the wall where the door was located. One room was a small kitchen with appliances which occupied the wall to the left of the hall. There was a bathroom which was on the left side of the hall and a master bedroom which was the far door opposite the main room. The kitchen had a wet bar that separated the main room from the kitchen and had some barstools.
Silas gave me a quick tour of the other rooms.
He said, "These rooms were originally designed to house runaway slaves and their families. The rooms closer to the elevators were once a medical clinic and commissary where the families could get housing supplies. After the Civil War, my Great Great Grandfather Solomon Wayne had these suites converted over to these play rooms. My parents had them refurnished in the 1920's to their present condition."
"I see. Was the elevator always here?"
"I am not sure when the elevator was added but there is a stairwell that parallels the shaft."
"How far below the surface are we?"
"I think this level is approximately thirty feet below the surface or three stories when compared to a conventional building. Of course, that assumes that a standard story is ten feet in height."
I panned my eyes around the main room and saw some various equipment that were near the center of the room. The equipment resembled the style of devices one would see at a gym. Most of the equipment were constructed out of wood. I would imagine that they were custom built on the spot.
Silas walked over to the bar.
"Would you like a drink, Etta?"
"Of course, Silas."
"What would you like?"
"Well, how about a rum based martini."
"Sure, I'm not sure how to make that."
"Oh, it's easy. You take two shots of rum or four ounces of rum and put it into a shaker with two cubes of ice. Then mix in your flavor additive or Vermouth. Then strain it as you pour it into a martini glass. The secret is to serve it cold. If you have a lime, I prefer that as the garnish."
He mixed up two martinis for us. I sat on the sofa that occupied the right wall of the main room. There was a coffee table in front of the sofa. Silas walked over to me with the drinks and handed me a glass.
"Thank you."
Reading his mind, I could tell that he was nervous about where and when to start. I decided to go at his pace. As I was a veteran at sexual play and he was a rookie, I thought that it was wise not to startle him. I took a sip of the martini.
"Relax Silas. We have made it this far into the night."
"Thank you Etta. Let me say that I am glad you are the one helping me out with this tonight. You are a wonderful person."
"Aah, that's sweet."
He blushed a little after my remark.
"I mean it Etta. You are warm and kind and not at all like most girls that I have met. Some girls would have bailed by now. But, you make me feel wonderful and warm inside. And, I do not mean that last comment in a sexual way. I could see it earlier today when you were talking to mother in the garden. I hadn't seen mother open up like that since my father died. You have a wonderful quality about you Etta. I never want to see it tarnished by any behavior of mine."
I could see into his mind that he was in earnest. I gathered that men had some quality about them that needed reassurance that only we women could bring about. I felt kind of sad, but I felt that if we were going to tie each other up in our sexual foreplay then I needed to bring us back to a better mood before we went to a deeper place.
"Silas," I took his hand into mine and said, "sexual intercourse is a shared experience. It is exciting for women as it is for men. You have many good qualities. It is normal to be hesitant your first time at bat. Diana explained it to me as spiritual energy or animal lust. You spend all of your time and days in control and calculating solutions to problems. It is difficult for someone like you to change states. What needs to happen now is that you need to recognize that we are on the field of competition now. We need to focus on what will bring you pleasure. All this equipment is just props on a stage. We must use them to create our own play."
"You do want to play?"
He shook his head in the affirmative direction. I took another sip of my drink. He took another sip too.
I suggested, "how about we get started, what would you like to do first?"
He took my hand and led me over to a large device in the center of the room. It was a large wooden structure that was fashioned to look like a large chair. It had some armatures. The armatures resembled the stirrups that I have seen at the gynecological office. I kicked my heels off of my feet and sat in the device. There was a padded seat which was cold when I sat in it.
Silas left the room for a moment and went off to the room on the right side of the hall. When he returned, He had some small ropes and some leather straps. He took one of the leather straps and fastened it to some notches that were built into the tall backing of the chair. This secured my neck to the chair. I could still turn my head, but the leather strap had prevented my head from tilting forward. Next, he took my arms and tied my hands to the two wooden boards that extended to either side of my head. This had the effect of lifting my arms up to either side if my head. My arms were tied together above my head. This had the natural effect of making my breast stick out nicely for Silas.
He continued on for some time securing my ankles and thighs to the armatures. This action had the effect that spread my legs out in a V-shape and lifted them off the floor. I could tell by the tightness of the rope that he did not have much practice at rope-tying. I smiled as he went about with his work. I must confess that my sexual energy increased as he went through the exercise of binding me up to the device.
After about twenty minutes, he stood back to admire his workmanship. There is nothing more moving emotionally than watching a man admire his craft. Then he asked me, "so, how do you feel?"
I replied, "I feel excited, but I just have two minor suggestions, Silas."
He asked, "what are your two suggestions?"
"First, your rope tying is good but needs some practice. We can fix that. And second, if my arms and legs are bound up, how are you going to remove my clothes?"
He thought about my second suggestion a little while looking the problem over. Then he bowed his head in a playful manner of shame.
I laughed at his playful expression.
"I guess that is an important detail."
Hippolyta and Diana laughed in my mind when they heard me ask the question.
"In the future, make sure to unwrap the lady from her dress and garments prior to the shackling unless you plan on ripping off her clothes as part of the act. But before you destroy her expensive clothes make sure that she knows to dress with garments that she is not afraid to lose. Myself, I sometimes pack an overnight bag with extra panties and bras so that I have something to wear. It's great to have your clothes ripped off in the throes of passion, but it is uncomfortable to go walking around without under garments in the morning. Although, I do have some experience with that."
He laughed after my last comment.
He untied my hands and legs. To help him get back into the mood of foreplay, I slowly removed my clothes for him in what I hoped was a tantalizing strip tease dance. He sat down in the bondage chair. I began the routine by undoing the straps of my evening dress that hung around my shoulders. I turned my body around so that he could only see my back side. As the right strap fell from my shoulder, I turned my head to look back at Silas. I turned my body slightly so that my shoulder was angled in his direction. I swung my hair around playfully and pivoted my body with my torso to the left. Like before, I looked back in Silas' direction and dropped the left strap.
Using my arms and hands to cross my breast to keep the dress from falling completely. I turned my body around in an about face move. As my body changed its position, I let go of the bustier part of the dress. With the momentum of my upper body and the force of gravity the dress fell away to the ground. This had the effect of revealing my strapless bra that Hippolyta had given to me. Also, it revealed the half slip under my dress.
After turning my body to face Silas, I strutted along with a dancer's step. I moved myself closer to him and leaned forward letting my breast drop before his eyes. I gave him a playful gaze. All those years my mother forced me to take dance lessons have really paid off. As I leaned forward, I lowered my body into a semi-squat. I pivoted my body again so my back side was in view of Silas. As I slowly stood up, I used my hands to slide my half slip down my hips. I slowly moved my body in the slithering motion of a snake. The garment fell to the floor.
All that was left of my outfit were my stockings, my panties, and my bra. I slowly walked back to Silas and growled in a teasing manner. I bent forward towards him and ran my fingers down his thighs from his caudate to his knees. I sat my buttocks onto his warm thighs and gyrated my tush on top of him to give him the wonderful texture of my firm behind. I rotated around while continuing my lap dance on top of his thighs. I slowly removed my left stocking and then my right stocking. I let the garments land on the floor.
I stood up in a slow motion and rotated my body around to face Silas again. As I walked backwards from his seated position, I removed my bra and tossed it at him. His cheeks blushed as my healthy set of thirty-six inch breast fell out of the bra. I could read his mind, and I could tell from his physical reactions that he was turned on. I slowly walked back to him and straddled my legs across his thighs so that my feet were on each side of his thighs. As before, I stood up in the chair in one slow motion and gyrated my sexual organ onto his face. I let him take a warm smell of my labia which was only separated from him by the thin Amazon cloth. I set my feet back on the ground. Then, I rotated my body around again and bent over at the waist. I put my tush in good view of his face and squatted down with my knees pulled in tight. I pulled the garment down so they laid about my feet. Then, I slowly stood up while rotating my body around to face Silas. Finally, I stood before him with my innocence and purity as nature intended.
This last action brought out the animal lust in Silas. He stood up from the chair and took me in his strong arms. I did not resist his actions and just passively let him ravish my body. No words were exchanged as he pulled me closer to his body. He leaned into my body and kissed my mouth with a warm tenderness. I melted as I felt his warm breath rushed onto me. The telepathy locked onto his animal mind as instinct overtook his conscious mind. His body ignited into a fire of passion.
With his hands and arms he spun my body around. His warm palms felt their way along my sides as they trekked their way to my breast. He kissed the left side of my neck as my hands found their way to his sexual organ. His ripe organ was ready for action. He motioned my body to the sofa.
As my body found its way to the soft couch, he removed his shirt, pants, and shoes. All that stood in the way of his goal was his undershirt, underpants, and socks. I laid back on the sofa with an inviting pose. I could see into his mind that he found this arousing. As he stepped closer to the couch, he removed his shirt and underpants. However, he left the socks on.
There before me, my eyes gleefully locked onto his large male organ. I could smell his warm male sexual musk. It sent several wonderful sensations down my spine. My breathing became louder in my head. My breath was shallow but intense. The Amazon breathing techniques and massage techniques had begun to serve me well.
Silas came at me with a fierce sexual manner. He pulled my hips up with his hands. I pulled my body up to a semi seated position and motioned him to follow my action. I took his organ up into my hands. As he was six feet tall and I was five feet three, my head was in the perfect position to lubricate his organ. I took up his phallic organ in my hands. I approached it from underneath it so that my tongue could caress the underside of the tip of the organ. His buttock muscles tightened as I graced his organ.
Around I went swirling my tongue on his head. Around and around I went as his groin muscles bulged out. Arteries intensifying as blood rushed to his head. I took his head deep into my warm mouth. The organ moved through my mouth like a spicy bratwurst. There was no actual flavor except for the warm texture of his male skin. There was hair fibers along my lips and tongue as I took him into my mouth. I began to slurp and gag as I moved my mouth along the organ.
For what seemed like five minutes, I continued to massage his organ in my mouth. I kept my eyes staring up at him. I could see myself through his eyes and I knew that he was stimulated by this action. Finally, I gave him the nod of approval as I completed my task.
Silas took my hands and stood me up. Then he laid me back onto the sofa. He kneeled down to find a comfortable spot. His attack came swiftly. He penetrated my organ in a fast motion. The organ spread my lips wide as it went deeply into my vagina and past my cervix. As he was a virgin, he had not learn to use his hips correctly. His strokes were not very deep and he seemed to be in a rush.
As to not diminish his confidence, I just laid there and let him do what he willed. I gave him a firm tender look of rapture. I wanted him to know that in this moment he was the only man in the world. As my cheeks became flush with emotions, my eyes begin to tear up with excitement.
For some time, he had continued to go pleasantly in and out of my organ. With every breath he took and every motion he gave, I cried out, "oh, ah" to the rhythm. My temperature rose as my body perspired. My juices flowed steadily. As my warm sweet nectar permeated the air, I controlled my metabolism as Diana had taught me. The telepathy gave me the ability to know when my body's bio-chemistry was ready to let off a climax.
With a swift motion as he thrust into my body, I released my climax. A wave of fluids blasted Silas's body. He was momentarily confused by this. I could see in his mind that he had never seen a woman climax before. This did not break his stride.
"Don't stop, don't stop"
He seemed to gain some confidence from this experience. He started to massage my breast as he kept up his intercourse. I rotated my body while he was thrusting in and out of my body so that my anterior faced the sofa. This allowed him to penetrate my organ from behind with deeper strokes. With each stroke, I could feel the tip of his sexual organ grace by my erogenous zone. In my mind, I could see the organ on its path through my cervix cavity. Also, the position made it easier for him to massage my breast. He continued on for another ten minutes or so. I blasted him with another wash of my sexual juices.
"I didn't know that women could do that."
I smiled.
I intensified my sexual calls as his organ moved through my body. Although the feeling was numb, I continued to cry out "oh ah" for dramatic effect. He seemed to gain confidence by my theatrics.
"You're doing great Silas. Take slower strokes. Remember that slow and tender make for a quality stroke."
Together, we continued on with the intercourse for another five minutes. Then, I could feel his groin muscles tensing up along my muscular walls. I could see in his mind that he was ready to go. So, I tightened my cervix muscles onto his organ so that he could feel the increased pressure with my deeper grip onto his sexual organ. Then in one motion he climaxed. His warm juices blasted into my nether region. I had let out my own climax when he released his juices. As my organ was dripping with his semen, my discharge served to blast his organ clean.
As our combined sexual musk permeated the air around us, Silas seemed to rejoice in his glory. With his goal met and his sexual hunger satiated, he came to realize that his virginity had ended. He seemed to feel awkward covered in our sexual juices, so I suggested that we clean ourselves off. I used the time in the shower to wash his body with my hands. After the shower, we found our way to the master bedroom in the play room. We fell asleep in each others' arms. In the end, I felt pleased with myself having helped another man to mature under this Athena full moon.
Hippolyta's Journal
Monday Night, 13 December 1943
This next narrative fills in some details from my perspective. I am familiar with Etta's narrative on the subject matter and will try to describe what had happened in the evening as it relates to Patrick Wayne and myself. Some sections may be redundant, but I think they serve an interesting counter perspective.
It began at four o'clock in the afternoon. Diana had come downstairs from having taken a nap. She told us how she received a visit from Goddess Athena. She explained how Goddess Athena had tasked her with redeeming Cyrus Gold. Until then, he was known to us as Solomon Grundy. Etta was the first to greet Diana while she walked down the stairs.
Etta and I had taken the time while Diana had been napping to get ready for the evening by dressing up in our fashionable elegant evening wear. We decided to go with a matching set of Sheath dresses. My dress was blue while her dress was red. They were solid colors without any special additives to make them sparkle. The material used for the dresses were microfiber materials that we produced on Paradise Island.
The material served to compliment our feminine shapes in all the right ways. They were cut with thin straps that draped about our firm shoulders. The bodice were cut to resemble the traditional Amazon corset. The skirts were part of the same material that made the bodice. This had the added effect of hugging our bodies in all the right places. The skirts were short and cut just across our thighs. Since we were planning on eating at the manor, we wore simple open toe Klytemnestra style sandals. Mine were black while Etta's were Gold.
Diana had dressed in a Mermaid Style evening dress with a long skirt that was cut to show off her long legs. The dress was white on the right side and leopard pattern on the left side. She complimented the dress with a pair of gold strap open-toe heels that matched the color of the leopard pattern.
All the men dressed themselves for a black tie event. All were handsome. I made sure to greet and hug them all. The others had been playing some card games when Etta and I walked down to the parlor. Dinner was set to start around eight o'clock.
After Diana had come down and had informed us of Goddess Athena's charge for her, she sat herself down at the piano and started to play some American jazz and some other contemporary standards. The others seemed familiar with the songs and joined in. Etta started to sing along with the piano and harmonized with Diana. I decided to use my telepathy to learn the songs Diana and Etta were singing.
Everyone seemed to enjoy the music. As the time flew by, Manfred came into the parlor to announce that dinner was ready to be served. We all stood up and made our way to the dining room. At dinner, Elizabeth had given her consent for Silas and Patrick to date Etta and I, but she was anxious about Silas dating a mature woman such as myself. I had similar reservations when Diana started courting Steve Trevor. But as a immortal woman myself, I understood the reluctance of starting a relationship with a mortal because at some point, they will be gone forever. Although, mortals do experience loss and grief. They tend to not live past one hundred years.
For us immortals, it has always been difficult to watch your friends and the person you love grow old before your eyes and die. At my age, I have watched this cycle for many more times then I cared to remembered. Myself, I have come to enjoy the art of love-making whenever the opportunity made itself available. That does not mean I will be offering myself out to any and all who pass by my presence. I do have my dignity.
As the Queen of the Amazons, my time having sexual intercourse with a lover over the years have been casual, while some have been long affairs. I have come to learn in the contemporary world of mortals that Amazons have been used to symbolize "anti-man" or "anti-masculine." Nothing could be more further from the truth. Our desires are to help men along their journey in life. We do not desire to tame mankind. Our desire is to harmonize with men to raise families and culture.
Feminine energy is about harmony and compassion. Likewise masculine energy is about individual focus and passion. This means that our purpose is to show men that feminine energy is an essential part of all our lives. So, I do understand deeply why Elizabeth had anxiety for Silas. It is a mother's quality or a nurturing quality. In astrology, this personality is termed Cancer and is symbolized by a crab. Cancer is a water sign and these personalities are people who absorb the dark energy around them. This dark energy weighs their spirit down or grounds them so they cannot churn like a calm ocean wave or serene wave on a inland lake.
Cancer transforms dark energy in a nurturing way. This means that as they absorb the dark energy around them and they convert this energy to light energy by mothering people around them or they intensify their care for another being. If they do not transform this dark energy, then they suffer the diseases of the body. These diseases manifests as physiological illnesses dealing with digestive and endocrine system's organs like the stomach, intestines, gall bladder, liver, kidneys, and pancreas.
Having probed her mind with my telepathy, I came to understand that at age forty-seven, Elizabeth suffered some illnesses from stress. After her husband died twenty-years ago, and after the passing of Alan Wayne in 1926 at the age of 63 years old, she was left to manage Wayne Enterprises. Without any practical business management skills to guide her, she had to rely on some aids to guide her. This defense contract was a chance for her to gain some momentum after convincing the company that the way forward for the company was to invest in the growing field of chemicals.
All these challenges taxed her psyche over the years. Added to that, her health began to suffer over the last ten years. The attacks on the trains only added to her troubles. I began to wonder if Goddess Athena had guided us to this place to help Elizabeth. Unknown to Patrick and Silas, powerful forces are aligning themselves to take over Wayne Enterprises. When Diana healed her body from her arthritis and other diseases, she saw this as a sign. I may have to get Diana to regenerate her spirit, body, and mind.
After dinner, I followed Patrick to the parlor. Manfred the butler poured each of us a new coffee-rum liquor called Kahlua. It had a rich dark texture of flavor. He offered a cigar to everyone, which we all accepted. The flavor of the cigar complimented the Kahlua nicely. As I smoked the cigar, my mind locked in on the sexual energy building up in Patrick and Silas. Their thoughts had revealed that they wanted to try to court Etta Candy and myself for the evening. I made my way to Etta and suggested she help me in the powder room, which she accepted.
In the powder room, after we used the toilet and washed are bodies clean, I noticed that Etta was not using the telepathic bracelet that I had given to her.
"Those two boys are ripe with sexual energy tonight, Etta."
"I know, Silas kept trying to cop a feel on me after dinner. I leaned into him, but he was not ready for it and sort of backed away."
"Yes, I saw that Etta. Young Silas is still at that awkward virgin stage. Make sure you turn your telepathy bracelet on, Etta."
She looked down at the bracelet. I could see in her mind that she had some fear to use the bracelet.
"Don't be afraid to use it, Etta. It will be fun for you, and it will heighten your sexual experience while you have it on."
"Will it? How does it do that?"
I turned the bracelet on for her. She seemed amazed at the device. I could see in her mind as the audio and visual data entered her mind. It overwhelmed her senses at first. I caught her lithe body in my hands as she fell to the ground.
I reached over to help her.
"Relax Etta, and breathe normally and concentrate on the thought that you want to see and hear."
She relaxed her body by breathing in and breathing out slowly. Then, She focused on me. I could hear and see her thoughts.
Using my thoughts, "Are you okay, Etta?"
She replied in thought, "Yes, I am fine. It just flooded my mind with sensations all at one time."
I responded in thought, "Yes, you will get used to it. You will be able to read other people's thoughts, but only other people with the ability to use telepathy can communicate back."
She thought about Diana for a moment and then Diana communicated with us using her telepathy, "I read you Etta."
Etta communicated back using her telepathy, "Hello Diana. This will be interesting being able to communicate to you two while Hippolyta and I seduce Silas and Patrick."
Diana replied in telepathy, "The ability of telepathy will come to you as visual and audio data. Some of the data will be how things are, some data will be how things were, and some data will be of things that will be. You must use your intelligence, your intuition, and your wisdom to understand and to learn information from the stimuli."
Etta replied with telepathy, "how does this differ from empathy?"
I said, "With empathy, you feel the data stream. It comes as strong or weak feelings."
Diana added, "With empathy, the deeper you feel for another then you can heal them empathically, but if you concentrate too deeply or if left uncontrolled, you could draw the spiritual life force from the individual or the group."
Etta and I had touched up our makeup and our hair. I adjusted her sheath evening dress a bit to compliment her gorgeous shape. As my warm hands caressed her shape with their graceful action upon her body, her sexual emotions intensified. Her breast firmed up as the energy increased inside her body. "Thank you Hippolyta, I think that my body is ready for action now," Etta said while holding back her impending sexual climax.
I looked us over in the mirror and said, "our feminine armor must compliment our figure and protect us warrior women at the same time."
We made our way back to the parlor. The others were all there except for Alan Scott, who had decided to return home to make some arrangements for tomorrow night. Steve and Diana decided to turn in early for their trip in the morning. Elizabeth and Manfred slipped away from the room to give us some time together.
As we entered the parlor, I noticed that Etta was making an accelerated pace toward Silas. As I knew that Etta was like a nymph when she got in her sexual moods, I used my telepathy to advise her to slow her pace. Young Silas was not ready for that speed. She needed to dial it back. In a way, Etta reminded me of my daughters Diana, Donna, and Drusilla. Diana's approach to courting men when she first learn to call on to men was balanced as she was a Libra or a Child born under the sign of Athena. Donnas' approach was rapid as she was a Sagittarius or a Child born under the sign of Zeus. Drusilla was exactly like Etta as they were both an Aries or a Child born under the sign of Ares.
In ??????? Astrology or Greek Astrology, a sign was equivalent to what mortals called a month. Only in our calendar system, a month is thirty days or thirty degrees of movement of the Sun across the heavens. A week was divided into ten days. A month was divided into three weeks which were called decanates or ?????????, which means ten-day period.
As I stated before, Etta and Drusilla were born in the sign of Ares. This means that their dominant personality was initiating the individual. Not to mean that they were selfish people. It just means that their spirit was inspired to initiate themselves to new things or that living immortal spirit or fire. Only through learning to pace their fire can they tap into their natural magic.
Etta's natural magic was initiating passion or love. In contrast to this spirit, My spirit was Leo or a Child born under Apollo. Our spirit was sustaining and maintaining fire. Our passion was fixed or set for the long steady burn like the sun. Our spirit was born to guide other people with enlightenment.
I walked over to Patrick.
Patrick spoke first. "You two are stunningly beautiful.
"Thank you." I said.
Etta asked, "How are we going to split this up?"
Silas suggested, "I've not experienced this before, will suggesting we flip a coin be improper."
Etta jokingly said, "In Texas, we use a beer bottle to decide."
Patrick joked back and said, "We use that same technique in Gotham too."
I took command and said, "Why don't we do this by height: Etta and Silas, Patrick and me."
It was important to pace Etta and to let her allow Silas to unleash that passion or raw animal lust. She understood my suggestion and went about comforting Silas by starting with a dance.
Patrick and I made our way to the dance floor. There was a record playing a song that Patrick told me was a slow jazz music. The music had a nice effect that inspired my body to dance slowly. I could tell that Patrick was ready for pleasure. As our bodies joined together for our slow dance, his sexual organ stirred to action as my tender body pressed into his. At six feet four inches tall, he towered over my athletic body. My breast found their way to press onto his manly chest.
I followed his lead in this dance. I was curious to learn where this young man of five and twenty years wanted to go. With my telepathy, I scanned his mind to see all the memories of the women he had come to know. His desires revealed to me that he desired the warrior maiden. He had read of my daughter's deeds in the newspapers and had listen to the reports on the radio. He read the comic books inspired by my daughter. He saw Diana perform death defying escape demonstrations at the theaters in Washington DC.
Over the years, I had become accustomed to enjoying the many ways men--immortals and mortals--filled their dreams with my daughters and myself. I wondered if I should fulfill his warrior maiden dreams by dressing in our infamous Amazon armor. Our armor was designed to inspire men into the emotion of lust.
As we danced together, I laid my head onto his chest. My heighten sense of smell found the aroma of his cologne tantalizing. I am not sure how long that we danced together. My thoughts picked up Etta testing out her telepathy.
She thought, "The more I looked from Hippolyta's perspective and Silas' perspective, it stimulated my own sexual urges. I could only imagine that Diana's sexual urges were deep. If the audio and visual had a profound effect on my sexual stimulation, then empathy would have a deeper profound effect in that it was tied into to the sense of touch."
"It does," Diana said using her telepathy.
Etta laughed a bit when Diana chimed into her thoughts. Etta had forgotten she was able to read her thoughts as well.
"That happens Etta, you get used to it. Most telepaths find enjoyment with casual conversation during sex." I said using my telepathy.
"This is the first time I have seen myself from another person's perspective. I didn't know that I looked this good in a red dress up close." Etta said jokingly to Diana and myself using the telepathy.
Although, Diana and Steve turned in early this evening, Etta could see Steve had some tension he wanted to relieve. Etta turned her attention back to Silas.
Patrick and I found the conversation Etta and Silas had while they danced together to be comical. I looked up at Patrick to gaze into his eyes. He gazed back and pressed my lips with a deep passionate kiss. I felt my sexual juices stir as he laid my lips with his pleasant bombs. I leaned into him to trigger an erection from his sexual organ. My action proved successful.
After about twenty minutes, we all sat down and finished our Kahlua and our cigars. I took the leadership position and suggested, "Why don't we go inspect that play room that you two men wanted to show us?"
The two men seemed very happy with this suggestion. So we all went to the play room. Patrick led the way. He led us to the service elevator that was built into the manor. We all descended a good distance in the elevator. Then, we finally arrived at the floor. The elevator door opened up to a long hallway that was carpeted from end to end. There were several doors on either side of the hallway.
Patrick led us to one of the rooms further down the hall. Outside of the rooms were a pair of lights. One light was green and the other light was red. Several of the rooms had the same arrangements of lights.
Etta asked, "What are the lights for?"
Patrick answered, "The lights are to let others know that the room is occupied."
Etta asked, "So, you have a couple of rooms to use?"
"Yes, these rooms were once used regularly by visitors who used to come to the manor for parties," Patrick said, "Hippolyta and I will take the room on the right, and you two can take the room on the left."
Patrick and I went into the room and shut the door. Inside the room next to the door were a set of light switches. He flipped on one switch and the lights in the room changed from a green light to a red light. The door on the outside looked to be made of solid oak, but on the inside of the room was dressed with some kind of padded material. I guessed that it was designed to muffle the sounds.
The room was fairly large. It resembled a small apartment that was around thirty-five hundred square feet. The interior walls were styled with a nice panel that contrasted with the furniture. There were some smaller rooms that were adjacent along a small hallway that was on the opposite side of the wall where the door was located. One room was a small kitchen with appliances which occupied the wall to the left of the hall. There was a bathroom which was on the left side of the hall and a master bedroom which was the far door opposite the main room. The kitchen had a wet bar that separated the main room from the kitchen and had some barstools.
Patrick gave me a quick tour of the other rooms.
He said, "These rooms were originally designed to house runaway slaves and their families. The rooms closer to the elevators were once a medical clinic and commissary where the families could get housing supplies. After the Civil War, my Great Great Grandfather Solomon Wayne had these suites converted over to these play rooms. My parents had them refurnished in the 1920's to their present condition."
"Yes, I knew Solomon Wayne when he converted these rooms. I helped him to design them some fifty years ago. Back then, I had travelled the country on horseback. I helped your ancestor to deal with organized crime all those years ago. I recall that he was a Judge."
"Yes, he was mainly a lawyer by trade and a business man by heritage. He lived a long time."
"You look just like him. Very tall and handsome. After his wife, Amelia, died, he spent his widow years socializing as a playboy. He refurnished these rooms to help young women who had fallen into a life of prostitution and drugs. Back then, opium and heroin were the new fads of their day in the United States. Whereas in Europe, cocaine was the wonder drug.
"I had helped Solomon to rescue these women who life had doomed them to a mindless state. He was a wonderful man. His son, Alan took up medicine to help his father. After, I had helped Solomon with his case with Joshua Wayne, I had returned to Paradise Island until Major Trevor crashed his plane on the island."
"Why would a lawman build a set of bondage rooms?" Patrick asked.
"Humans have their vices young Patrick. Your ancestor knew that. He took advantage of their lust and used that to lure people to the manor to study them and to collect information. Though he did not actively arrest people, he came to learn and to understand who were the real villains and who were the innocent victims."
"Wouldn't that be considered entrapment?" He asked.
"Sometimes, subterfuge may be necessary to help people combat villainy. Judge Solomon sought to use his power of wealth to help others. He saved allot of people in his time. The rooms here were the coping methods he used to escape from the ones he couldn't save."
"I see that your parents restored the bunker to their pleasure play rooms."
"Yes, well I guess."
We continued our tour of the room. He showed me the master bedroom which had a bondage bed that was built into a wooden rack. There was a cage and some other equipment. The room off to the right of the main room had a table and several storage cabinets. I looked into the cabinets and saw whips, straps, rope, and binds. Another cabinet had a variety of costumes in male and female sizes.
The room across from that or the left door in the hall was the bathroom. It had a bathtub that was built to fit two people and had some bondage hooks built into the walls. The main room or living room had the kitchen area with bar. There were some equipment in this room that were all built from wood. Even the coffee table was designed for the convenience of bondage.
"They thought of everything here," I said jokingly.
"Where would you like to start, Hippolyta?"
"Well young Patrick, my telepathy has revealed to me that you desire the warrior maiden. In your dreams you have fantasized about my daughter. Oh, do not feel shame, all men dream of the maiden. I guess we should start there. I will change my outfit to my warrior armor since that is your fantasy."
"Okay, I will change too, you use the bathroom, and I will use the master bedroom. The closet in the bedroom has some Greek costumes." He said.
And with that, I went to the master bathroom to change. It had a large closet with some hangers. I removed my dress and other garments and hung them on some hangers in the closet. I positioned my body so I was free of any breakable objects. Then, I spun in a pirouette. As I focused on my Amazon armor, the outfit formed on my body. I checked myself over in the mirror and straighten out my belt and tiara.
I walked out of the bathroom and knocked on the bedroom door which was closed.
"I am ready, Patrick."
"Come on in."
I opened the door and stepped into the room. Patrick was not finished getting into his outfit. It was a facsimile of the Greek armor from the Invasion of Troy. Although, it was missing some details. It was made of a form of light plastic that was painted to resemble metal or bronze. I helped him to fasten it up. I smacked his firm buttocks.
Patrick said, "okay, I am going to play the evil villain who has lured you to my lair to ambush you. I will gas you to knock you out and suspend you upside down by the ankles to interrogate you for information. Do you have any problems with being suspended upside down, Hippolyta?"
"No, I do not. Will that wooden structure hold my weight? My muscle mass is denser than a mortal woman."
"It is designed to hold about thirty-five hundred pounds and has a chain hoist that can be operated manually."
"That should be adequate," I said.
"Remember, in the fantasy, you derive your super powers from your outfit and your sexual energy. So, in the play, I use that to capture you, Hippolyta."
"I think I understand the plot."
I got into the position outside the room to start the fantasy. He took up his position acting like he was busy working on something important. I stormed into the room.
"Ah ha evil Patrick, I have caught you with your guard down!"
"Boo ha ha Warrior Maiden, it is you who have been caught."
He dropped a smoke bomb on the floor to simulate the sleeping gas. I coughed in character.
"Oh no, not a sleeping potion!"
"Yes, Warrior Maiden, I Sir Patrick have render you helpless with my magic potion."
"You'll never get away with this villainy."
I coughed again and collapsed to the floor. I continued to resist the gas for five minutes or so to increase the dramatic effect of the scene. I rolled my eyes back and simulated being knocked out. Patrick touched my neck to check my pulse.
"Now, you are in my power wench."
He rubbed his hands along my breast and ran his hands down onto my sexual organ.
"Your armor of chastity denies my triumph fair maiden, but I will soon remedy that."
"While you are helpless on the floor, Sir Patrick will remove your magical armor of chastity and then I will control your mind with my evil magical butt plug."
"Ah ha, Sir Patrick, Warrior Maiden will thwart your plans by giving you a boot to the forehead."
I made a kicking gesture to his head with an amazing display of flexibility of my muscles. He seemed to be turned on by this action. He fell back as if he was kicked to the head.
"Sir Patrick will not be defeated by a mere woman. I shall give you the royal back hand."
He made a gesture across my head. I did a back flip to give the blow a dramatic effect. We continued to play fight for what seemed like five minutes. As are bodies rolled around the floor exchanging fake blows after fake blows, are bodies seemed to become more sexually aroused. We rolled again and he ended up on top of me and he placed his right hand on my sexual organ.
"Now, I shall weaken you by arousing your sexual organ, Warrior Maiden. The source of your sexual power."
I played along and laid helpless in his grasp as he pressed his hand up against my labia. I released some of my sexual juices to play along with his story. He seemed to get more into character as my moisture made contact with his skin.
"Already, I draw your magical energy from your body, Warrior Maiden. Soon, all your power will be my power. Boo ha ha ha, my hand will weaken you."
"No, not my magical power. I am doomed."
He continue to rub his hand on my sexual lips. My organ began to bloom to his touch. I let at a steady stream of my juices.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no. Ah, ah, ah." I cried out.
"Now, I will draw your power an leave you helpless, Warrior Maiden"
He increased the stimulation from his hand. I read his mind and knew that he wanted me to climax to his story. I relaxed my muscles and let out a blast of my sexual juices. He seemed delighted at the turn of events. He was not expecting such an eruption from my volcano.
"Wow Hippolyta, you have a remarkable capacity to discharge your vaginal spray."
I smiled and said, "thank you, young Patrick, many men find that to be a wonderful ability."
We continued with our role play fantasy.
I motioned my body as if I was unconscious. Patrick picked up on my queue and began to debase my body. He rolled me over on my anterior side. He removed my boots swiftly. Then, he unzipped my bustier/corset top. I could see that in his mind that he was aroused by the slow strip tease. He removed each garment slowly. Next, he took the time to slowly remove my satin tights from my lower body. All that stood before his villainous glory were my stockings. He removed my stockings several inches at a time. This had the effect of increasing the size of his stiffening sexual organ.
He removed the last of my armor of chastity. My clothes were now set aside on the ground. I lay before my lord in all my glory. The cold temperature of the floor made my nipples firm up. He used some rope to bound my arms together behind my back. The bind was nice and tight. He took another rope and bound my ankles and thighs together. He lifted my body up off the floor and carried my body over to a wooden device that resembled a saw horse. He draped my body over the board. I laid there folded over like a towel with my anal cavity all exposed for his conquest.
"And now Warrior Maiden, once I place this plug in your rectum, you will forever be my slave."
He walked behind me with a slow pace and placed his hands on my firm buttocks. For a large man, Patrick had a wonderful firm soft touch with his hands. I would let him massage my buttocks all day. As his fingers parted my rectum, the long and wide plug entered my cavity. I exhaled and relaxed as the tool went into my rectum. With each moment that passed by the tool entered my body spreading me wide. Finally, it was deep within me doing its wicked deed.
"Now Warrior Maiden, you are my slave."
"Yes Master. I am your slave."
"Now for your petulance. I shall whip you with the royal whips."
"Yes, Master."
Patrick pulled out a short whip that had a bushel of leather straps attached to it. The device was designed to stimulate me sexually without damaging the skin. Although, my skin was too dense for him to damage it. I played along to increase his excitement. He proceeded to whip my buttocks over and over. I let my body perspire with each blow. I gave out some yelps to fit the scene. And, I made my skin appear to be red and bruising from the stimuli. There was not really a feeling of pain as he struck my skin. It felt more like someone running their finger nails along my buttocks. I was comfortably numb.
As he completed his series of blows, I let out another climax. Again, I blasted my sexual juices on Patrick. He became excited with that bodily discharge.
"Wow, how do you do that?"
"Practice, practice, practice," I said.
"Now, for your refusal to bow to my glory Warrior Maiden, I will take your virginity."
"No, no, not that Sir Patrick."
"Yes, I will do that."
He entered my body with a manly approach. His large sexual organ penetrated my lips in one long and wide stroke. The sensation of the sexual organ grazing my interior walls sent waves of pleasure through my lower back.
"Oh ah," I cried out.
He pushed in and pulled out of my body. His strokes were hard, and his strokes were long and kind. I used my telepathy to merge my mind with his. Our spirits were joined as one in a state of bliss. He continue to stroke me inside and outside. Long and wide he rode me well as I was still draped over the saw horse.
"Oh ah," I cried out.
My rectum muscles begin to squeeze upon the anal plug with each stroke he gave. My juices flowed like a steady stream of water. The floor around us began to pool my sexual juices around our feet. The aroma of our musk filled the air. For five minutes he stroke in and stroked out.
"Oh ah," I cried out.
I had come to learn that Patrick was a masterful love maker as minute by minute pass. He touch me deeply with his strokes. He touched me completely with each stroke. I let my mind wander away in our moment of spiritual ecstasy. I could feel his organ press against my labia. The tip poked its way deeper into my cervix. He was ready to go when I cried, "ah." My climax drenched him completely.
He walked around in front of me. His organ was covered with my juices. Its erect head was bulging with arteries. I opened my mouth wide. My tongue waited with anticipation. Then in one long pause, he blasted my face with his semen. I consumed the juices from the blast. I tasted my fluids on his mast.
The next few minutes were spent untying my binds. We made our way over to the bathroom where we both showered our bodies clean. We spent the rest of the night sleeping together in the bed.
"You know young Patrick, you never did hang me upside down."
"Yes, I kind of forgot in the moment. The way your beautiful body looked in the moment made me forget about that."
"Well, we can always do it later."
"Yes."
"You know Hippolyta, I do have a nice anal hook."
"Really. It has been some time since I had used one." I said.
"You Amazons are quite the Hedonists."
"My pleasure."
Diana's Journal 5
Tuesday Morning, 14 December 1943
Morning came swiftly for me. I awoke with Steve cuddled up onto me with Walter and Paris laying on top of my bosom. Apparently, the two cats found my chest to be a nice self heating pillow. Using my telepathy, I quieted that cats down. The two had come to me because Etta and Hippolyta had spent the night away from their rooms.
The cats having been in this new environment had not habituated to the Manor. I did my best to maneuver my body so that I did not disturb anyone's rest. I used my super speed to work my way over to the shower. I took a quick shower to wash my body and hair out with the hot water. The shower served to wake my body up and wipe the sleep from my mind. I changed into my jogging outfit and worked my way out to the drive way to stretch my body and to do some exercises.
Elizabeth joined me a short time later. She was in good spirits for the morning exercises. Hippolyta and Etta came walking out of the manor.
"Good morning everyone." I said.
"Good morning, Diana," Elizabeth said.
"Good morning, Diana, " Etta and Hippolyta said.
"You two are in good spirits this morning. I gather that your evening was enjoyable." I said.
"Oh, it was enjoyable," Etta said.
As Hippolyta and Etta stretched together, they began to tell us their story. I should add that even though we three had telepathy and could read each others' mind, we still liked to converse in spoken words.
As Lichtenberg stated, "Man is a gregarious animal and much more so in his mind than in his body. A golden rule; judge men not by their opinions but by what their opinions have made of them."
As applied to us women, a gregarious animal we were. The joy of conversation was always a welcome. I could feel the living spirit in Etta and in Hippolyta as they recalled their sexual intercourses with Silas and Patrick. Etta described her experience first as we started our jog.
"Well, it was interesting. I am not sure what way to describe the experience because it was all happy and wonderful. But, you must understand that Silas was inexperienced. He bound my arms and my legs in a nice manner. But he was so overzealous in his task that he forgot to undress me before he bound my body to the chair. To help him get back into the right mood, I did a exotic dance for him. That seemed to put him in the correct mood as he leaped onto me. At first, he did not have any real technique. But, as he started to relax into the intercourse, he was able to get better quality strokes. As the night went on, I was able to control my body through several climaxes before my body tired out."
"Good for you Etta. Those breathing techniques will prove to enable you to endure." I said.
"Breathing techniques?" Elizabeth asked.
"Yes, we Amazons have developed breathing techniques along with our meditation exercises to endure ourselves through many controlled orgasms." I replied.
"Is there an age limit to these techniques?" Elizabeth asked?
"No, with proper conditioning and training, anyone can master the techniques." Hippolyta said.
"Are these techniques difficult to learn?" Elizabeth asked.
"No, Etta has been practicing them for almost a month now and she has been able to sustain herself through five or more orgasms. I would be happy to teach you Elizabeth if you wanted to learn them." I said.
"Thank you, Diana. I am not sure how to begin to ask for such a thing." Elizabeth said.
"Well, initially, it begins with several massage techniques and learning to breathe correctly. Then as your body gets stronger physically and spiritually, we move to more sexual exercises." I said.
"So Hippolyta, how was your evening with Patrick." Etta asked.
"It was fabulous. We started off in a good mood from the beginning. Patrick had a fantasy dream he wanted to play out. So, we made use of some costumes in the playroom. We used the names Warrior Maiden and Evil Patrick. He dressed as a Trojan Warrior. Although, he never suspended me upside down, which was the original fantasy. He did bend me over a saw horse and dominated me in a pleasant way. Your son has quite the stamina Elizabeth." Hippolyta said.
The rest of the jog went by swiftly as we made our way back to the Manor. I returned to my room where Steve was getting ready. We showered together and then dressed for work. We made our way to the dining room to eat breakfast with the others. Using my telepathy, I had the Oracle Computer on my ship make a film of the telepathic images I had conveyed to the others yesterday.
Steve Trevor's Journal
Tuesday Morning, 14 December 1943
I had awoke as Diana came into the room from her morning exercises. We showered together and dressed into our dress uniforms to return to Washington DC this morning. As we were returning to the city by using Diana's ship, we had plenty of time to eat breakfast. Diana had relayed to me that she was going to have her ship's computer make a film of the imagery she observed from her telepathy and empathy. She thought that it would give Colonel Darnell a better understanding of what we were dealing with at Slaughter Swamp. I agreed with Diana and was amazed at the same time at just how useful the technology Diana had at her disposal. It was far more advanced than anything the War Department had at the time. It made me thankful for crash landing on her island. And, it made me wonder how hard it had been for Diana to maintain her secret identity from me and the War Department all this time. Well, at least, for the first year that I knew of Diana Prince.
Myself, I understood why Diana's mission to the mortal plane was important. And, I equally understood it was important for Diana to be on the side of the United States during this war. Still, there was a part of me that was kind of torn with duty. As a military officer that had sworn an oath to protect and defend the Constitution of the United States, I wondered if I had a duty to notify my superiors of Wonder Woman who was Diana Prince and was posing as a Nurse and Yeoman at the War Department. Technically, Diana was a foreign national.
I had known that on some level that Diana must have known of my obligations to my duties as a Major in the United States Army. However, as an intelligence officer, I did not want to lose an important asset to the war effort. But, on a deeper level, I was in love with Diana. And that love had a higher obligation before my duty to the state. Diana had conveyed to me that Colonel Darnell had a strong belief to suspect that Diana and Wonder Woman were the same person. They had attended a costume party last year when Diana dressed as Wonder Woman. He had deep feelings for Diana because she was his secretary. But, he never acted on his feelings because he knew that Diana was in love with me.
Since we have been dating, Diana has always told me that we have to have faith in that things will work out for us. I have faith in that outcome. Still, I have often wondered what Diana saw in me that had driven her to love me. I am not an immortal and I do not have super powers. I was just some fool that crashed a plane on an island of women. I do know that of all the lovers Diana has had through the last twenty eight hundred years, that if she told me that she loved me that it must be special.
I write all this to convey my sense of respect and admiration for Diana and her help for the War Department. And to convey some sense of my own aspirations about Diana and our relationship for the reader of this narrative. I hope that one day when this war is over that Diana can live free of her identity to officially help the War Department. Her work with the US Intelligence Service has been invaluable.
Diana and I had gone down to the dining room after we changed our clothes. The others were there enjoying another wonderful breakfast that Manfred had prepared. In a strange way, our group had merged with the Wayne Family into a close niche group in just a few short days. It was like we had been family for a long time.
Patrick and Silas had come down for breakfast in great spirits. The two seemed very rejuvenated since I saw them last night. The two immediately melted with Hippolyta and Etta for breakfast. Although, Patrick and Silas seemed stiff in the joints this morning.
Elizabeth too, she seemed to be in such a joyful spirit. She spent most of the breakfast in dialog with Diana. I just sat back and decided to take it all in from my position. After breakfast, Diana and I made our way to the foyer. We walked out to the car and used it to travel back to the ship. The other ship and car were left for Hippolyta and Etta.
In a short time, we were in Washington DC. I drove us into the War Department building. We met with Colonel Darnell in his office. He was there with another man.
"Good Morning, Major Trevor and Yeoman First Class Prince. This is General Blankenship. He is the Director for the Advanced Research Group Uniting Super-Humans. He has taken a keen interest in your work Major Trevor with Wonder Woman. I asked him to join our meeting this morning." Colonel Darnell said.
"Good Morning, General Blankenship." I said.
"My pleasure, Major Trevor." General Blankenship said.
"Good Morning, General Blankenship." Diana said.
"Good morning, Yeoman Prince."
"May I get everyone some coffee or water before the meeting starts?" Diana asked.
"If you do not mind Yeoman, I am sure that we all would appreciate coffee this morning." Darnell said.
Diana went out of the meeting room to get the coffee and water. I went ahead to set up the film projector and to layout our staff notes. After a short time, we were organized and ready to conduct the staff meeting. As I was the field officer in charge of the investigation, I started the briefing.
"Lights." I said.
Diana walked over to turn out the lights.
"What we are seeing is a film documentary produced by Wonder Woman of the individual we have given the name "Solomon Grundy." He is responsible for destruction of three major railroad trains hauling freight from Gotham County to a place in Tennessee for the Clinton Engineering Works. Through our investigative work, Wonder Woman was able to learn through various intelligence sources that the Clinton Engineering Works is where the United States is conducting their Atomic Research. Using forensic analysis, we were able to learn that these attacks are centered around a local club in Gotham City named The Iceberg Club. The club is owned by a regional crime lord, Vincent Falcone.
Why the attacks are being coordinated out of this club, we do not know at this time. We plan to conduct an intelligence operation at the club tonight using a local intelligence source, Alan Scott and Elizabeth Wayne.
As you can see from this footage, Solomon Grundy presents a clear and present threat to our national security."
The two men watching the film looked in amazement and in shock at the level of destruction Solomon Grundy presented at this time.
"Do you suspect a Nazi connection with these attacks, Steve?" Blankenship asked.
"That is one of our working theories. The club is shielded by a powerful technology we do not yet understand. We suspect that the crime boss is shielding Nazi agents who are conducting attacks to our major industrial lines inside the US." I said.
"A truly amazing plot you have uncovered, Major Trevor. Here we have direct evidence that a super human being is being used by the Nazi as a covert operation to sabotage our service lines in the region. In reference to the Atomic Research, no one, outside of a few people here at the War Department, knows anything about that. General Groves is heading the security for that project. It is vital to learn just how much knowledge the Nazi and their sources know about our research." Blankenship said.
"Then, we have your permission to proceed with this field operation tonight?" I asked.
"Yes, by all means, Major Trevor. We must know the extent of where this matter exist and why." General Blankenship said.
"Lights on." I said.
Diana walked over to turn on the lights. The rest of the meeting was spent discussing how our work center in the War Department was being merged with General Blankenship's Department. As I have become the internal source to Wonder Woman, General Blankenship has become keenly interested in my field operations. Diana told me in confidence that the General suspected Diana and Wonder Woman were the same person. She probed his mind and learned that he has had field agents watching Diana and Etta for several months. Also, Diana relayed to me that Blankenship had kept a file on Diana Prince and Wonder Woman to coordinate times and places.
I was wondering if we had an opportunity to come clean here with the War Department. Diana suggested that we wait on that matter and focus on our immediate field operations. She felt that General Blankenship was an honest man and had good intentions, but he was not sure if he should interrupt the symbiotic relationship we had come to share.
After the meeting, Diana and I made our way back to Wayne Manor via her invisible ship.
Etta Candy's Journal
Tuesday Afternoon, 14 December 1943
The morning had come and gone without much to write about. Everyone had gone their separate ways to different parts of the Manor. Myself, I had went for a walk around the manor. I had walked for some time and some distance. The Manor was on a large estate. I ended up at the stables that were located on the property. They were not hard to locate as the smell from the stables carried a good distance in all directions.
After talking with Manfred the other day, I had learned that the stables were the main function of the original estate. I guess that being an overland parcel company and worldwide shipping company required a good supply of horses. I do not know much about horses. I just know that they are pretty and big. I walked around the stable and tried not to interfere with anyone's workflow. Some of the horses took an interest in me. They came over and let me pet them. I am not sure if that is a good sign.
It had made me wonder if that my kind spirit with people had been able to be picked up by the horses. Instinctively, I had thought of some questions as if I was a horse. Using the telepathy bracelet, I said "hello to the horse." He responded not in English or not in a recognizable language but in a motion that I interpreted as "hello." I laughed and smiled. He responded with what I call "a purr like a cat." I am not sure what a horse refers to that behavior as.
One of the stable hands had come over and had talked with me for a short while.
"That means that he likes you." The Hand said.
I turned to look and to smile at the hand. I was not sure how to respond. I could read his mind and tell that he was a kind man and had harbored no ill will towards me or towards the horses.
"Are you the care taker here?" I asked.
"Yes, I am Evan Miles. I am one of the stable hands here at the Wayne Stables." He said.
"You must love your job. Always being at this beautiful place and taking care of the horses." I said.
"Yes Ma'am, I do." He replied.
"I am Etta Candy. I am here visiting Wayne Manor for the holidays."
"Please to meet you, Etta Candy."
"Thank you, Evan."
Evan was a tall man at a height of about six feet four inches. He was an older man. I guess that he was around forty-five to fifty. He was not showing gray hair yet. He was a man's man. He had a Maryland accent. It was not as prominent as my Texas accent, but it was a kind accent. I could read his mind and could see that he was honest and good natured. I could see he found it hard not to look at me. Of course, I loved every minute of the attention.
I must confess that I loved admiration directed towards me. The longer Evan and I spoke, the more he liked me. I do not mean that in a sexual way or bloodlust way. He went into a whole explanation about horses and their habitat. Unfortunately, I have no idea what he really meant. I just knew that it was interesting to know.
Evan asked if I knew how to ride horses. I told him that I did not. He offered to give me riding lessons. He said that it was easy to learn but he said that I would need to learn some basic safety lessons on the horse. I told him that I would return tomorrow to learn those lessons. He responded in kind. I decided to walk back to the main house to see if Diana and Steve had returned.
One o'clock in the afternoon.
When I walked into the manor, Steve and Diana had not returned back from Washington DC. I made my way to the parlor. Walter and Paris were making good use of the furniture to amuse themselves. I could see in my mind that Hippolyta was at the indoor pool relaxing. The manor had several pools. Hippolyta had found her way to one of the pools. I went to my room and changed into an appropriate swimsuit. Diana had given me a two-piece red swimsuit. The top she called "an apodesmos," and the bottom she called "the perizoma."
The apodesmos was similar to a bra, but it was made of an Amazon microfiber material that felt like silk. The perizoma was similar to panties. They were cut to resemble a thong. Diana called my bottom a C-String. It had no strings to hold the garment in place. Diana said it was made with a carbon nano-fiber tubing that was as strong as steel, but light as a feather.
Personally, the outfit showed off every part of my body. I can see why Amazons work out all the time. These outfits, they sure do make a girl want to work out. I made sure my outfit was in place and wrapped myself in a robe and made my way to the indoor pool.
Hippolyta was laying out on one of the beach chairs. She wore an Amazon swimsuit similar to mine but was satin blue. Her anterior side facing the chair. Hippolyta's legs were muscular. Like Diana, she was finely cut. Her muscle tone was not intense as a man's muscular body, but her body was definitely harden by years of exercise. She looked up as I walked by the chair to lay down. I had removed my robe and had set the garment down in one of the empty chairs. The cold air of the room and from the pool water passed over my body in a mild manner. I was a little uncomfortable wearing the bathing suit, and Hippolyta could see my discomfort.
"Relax Etta. You have a wonderful body. When young Silas and young Patrick see you in that swimsuit, you will have to fight them off." She said.
"I hope so Hippolyta. You Amazons certainly like your clothes to hug every part of your body. It feels like I have nothing on, but it feels like a man is hugging my body, at the same time." I said.
"The female body is our most powerful asset, Etta. Our body is what other people see, and it is part of our identity. Our garments and our clothes need to enhance our natural attributes. It is important to never be afraid of your own skin. The outfit shows confidence and strength. Besides, you should see the outfit that Diana has picked out for us to wear tonight for the Iceberg lounge. They will melt some icebergs tonight." She said.
"Perhaps, they will attract some penguins tonight." I joked.
"Beware of the penguins, Etta." Hippolyta joked back.
Hippolyta jumped into the pool. She traversed across the pool with her powerful arms. I jumped in after her. I would admit, I was curious to see if the Amazon garment would stay on. As the clothes felt like I had nothing on, I look down to see if they were still on. When I saw that they were still securely on my body covering my breast and labia, I had gained some confidence in the durability of the outfit.
I took some breast strokes across the pool to see if they would stay on. With each stroke that I made across the pool, my fear of the suit ripping away from my body diminished. In a short time, my anxiety about the clothes completely diminished from my mind. As the anxiety subsided, I became excited to tell Hippolyta about Evan Miles.
"I met a wonderful man today. He would be wonderful for Elizabeth." I said.
"Are you two trying to set me up with a date already?" Elizabeth said.
We turned to see Elizabeth. I smiled and said, "I just felt that Evan Miles would be the perfect man for you, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth walked over and removed her robe. She was wearing a simple one piece black swimsuit. Elizabeth had a nice pear shape frame. I would venture to guess that she measured about 32 - 24 - 34 inches. For a woman in her late forties, Elizabeth had a beautiful physique, with long beautiful raven black hair. She was not a tall woman and stood at an average height at five feet and seven inches. Her face was a kind face. Her facial expressions were sharp. She had a real grace about her. She laid back on the chair trying to get her body into a comfortable position.
"I am not familiar with Evan Miles." Elizabeth said.
"He runs the stables on the property. I met him today while I was exploring the manor. He is a nice man about your age. He has a warm and caring personality." I said.
"How do you know we would fit together well, Etta?"
"I have a feeling. You two have a way about you that is sort of commanding and kind. He spends his day caring for horses, and you spend your days running a large company. Also, he has a huge man tool."
Hippolyta and Elizabeth laughed.
"Yes, it's been some time since I had one of those." Elizabeth said.
"You have that same aura about you Elizabeth that Diana had when I met her. That distant lost look with the weight of the world on your shoulders. But, he offered to give me a riding lesson tomorrow morning. And, I want to see if I can test ride that horse in the country before you saddle up with Evans, Elizabeth." I said.
"I love you, Etta Candy." Elizabeth said.
Silas and Patrick had made their way to the pool room. How they knew we were here, I did not know. They each wore a pair of swimming shorts. They had some towels that they sat down on an empty chair. Patrick walked over to the bar and opened a cabinet that housed a radio and phonograph player. He turned on some music for us to listen to.
"Should I fire up the grill?" Silas asked.
"I think that is a wonderful idea, Silas. I will call over to have Manfred take out some food for us. What kind of food should we grill?" Elizabeth asked.
"I am kind of a simple hamburger and French Fries kind of gal." I said.
"How about some hot dogs?" Patrick asked.
"Hot dogs?" Hippolyta asked.
We all looked at her.
"You do not know what hot dogs are, Hippolyta?" I asked.
"I am hoping it is not a grilled dog." Hippolyta said.
We all laughed.
"No, Diana didn't know what hot dogs were either when we first met. Hot dogs are a colloquial term applied to a pork or meat product or dish that is similar to sausage. They just are not as rich in peppers and other spices that sausage is made from. You grill them up or can fry them up like a burger. Then, you place the meat inside a hot dog bun. In the United States, they have become a popular product in our current popular culture." I said.
"Okay, it is a type of sandwich. Kind of like a Greek wrap or Greek Gyro sandwich." Hippolyta said.
"Exactly, Hippolyta." I said.
"They must have been developed after my last time I was in the country, in the 1890's." She said.
After spending some time swimming in the pool, I had decided to step out of the pool to relax in the beach chair or deck chair. As I rose up out of the water with my tiny bra and c-string on, the room became quiet. The men had stopped what they were doing and stared at my body. I smiled and walked over to the chair to dry off.
Elizabeth looked over and asked, "Where did you get that swimsuit, Etta?"
"Diana gave it to me for my birthday. It is a Amazon apodesmos and a perizoma. She called the bottom a c-string. She said it would allow me to show off my curves." I said.
"That it does, Etta. With your smile and that outfit, I grow to love you more with every minute, Etta. You make me wish that you were my daughter, Etta."
"Thank you Elizabeth. Just wait for Hippolyta to step out of the pool, she has the same style of suit and a super body profile." I said.
Using a nearby phone, Elizabeth called Manfred to bring over some hot dogs, hamburgers, and sausages. Hippolyta walked out of the pool to sit down. Again, Silas and Patrick stared at her in admiration. She sat down in the deck chair next to mine.
Three o'clock in the afternoon
As time went on in the afternoon and after we had grilled some hot dogs and hamburgers, Alan Scott had returned to the manor shortly after three o'clock. He was dressed in a blue suit and tie.
"I see that I have returned at the perfect time. Although, I am probably over-dressed for the afternoon activities. I didn't bring my swim shorts, so I guess that I will have to sit back and enjoy the view." Alan said.
"Yes, we have grilled hot dogs and grilled hamburgers." Elizabeth said.
"They smell fantastic, I will take two bacon cheeseburgers." Alan said.
"Of course, I will get them started." Manfred said.
"Steve and Diana are not back from DC, yet?" Alan asked.
"No, they have not returned, yet. Diana and Steve are working out some operational details for tonight's mission to the Iceberg Club. Diana needed to pick up some shoes for our outfits tonight. They are on their way back now." I said.
"I will wait for them to return before I brief the group." Alan said.
Alan went about the time relaxing by the pool. As we all laid by the pool and ate our food, I noticed that Hippolyta's mind was distant. I was able to see into her mind that she was thinking about someone. I walked over and sat down next to the chair next to her.
"What's on your mind, Hippolyta?" I asked.
"My mind was drifting away on a person I knew from long ago." Hippolyta said.
"You cared allot about her. I can see that her name was Margaret Shaw. Who was she?" I asked.
Hippolyta smiled as her mind filled with the memories of Margaret Shaw. I could see that her mind was recalling sights, sounds, smells, and textures of Margaret.
"Margaret Shaw was a good friend. We were like sisters, but we were lovers." Hippolyta said.
"Tell me about her, Hippolyta."
"When I came to Gotham in 1893, I came here to help Judge Solomon Wayne with his investigation of the death of his brother, Joshua Wayne. He had been murdered in town behind a local theater. Margaret had been Joshua's date to the theater that night. She had witness the murder and could provide an eyewitness account of the murder to convict Vincent Falcone.
To investigate the crime, I went undercover as a prostitute at the Iceberg Club." She said.
"The Iceberg Club, that is the same place that we are going tonight?" I asked.
"Yes, it is the same place. Anyway, Margaret Shaw was another prostitute that had worked there with me from December 1893 until December of 1894. She was my trainer there. And, we both had worked together for a long time. She introduced me to Cyrus Gold. He called on Margaret and myself frequently. She was a good friend. She was, in many ways, like you Etta. She was a young vibrant woman. She was always full of energy and life. Like you Etta, she was an Aries. " Hippolyta said.
"What happened to her?" I asked.
"I do not know, after I had rescued her and Cyrus Gold from the Iceberg Club, she disappeared. I used a magical scribe to search for them, but it was not able to locate them. Apparently, their whereabouts was blocked by some magical protection. I feel that her story and Cyrus Gold's story are coming full circle now." Hippolyta said.
Alan walked over after listening to some of Hippolyta's conversation with me. He pulled out a copy of an old newspaper article.
"Your story Hippolyta sheds some light on this news article I found this morning while doing some research." Alan said.
Alan handed the newspaper clipping to Hippolyta."
The article had a Bold Headline that read,
News article
DA Cyrus Gold and star witness, Margaret Shaw for the Joshua Wayne's murder investigation missing.
15 December 1894
The police raided the Iceberg Club after Wayne Manor had been attacked by what eyewitnesses have described as a large monster. Several people including Vincent Falcone and Theodore Cobblepot were arrested for the murder of Joshua Wayne. Several eyewitnesses described that a massive explosion was heard from the club prior to the police arrival. The police were able to track the creatures foot-prints to the club.
District Attorney Cyrus Gold and Margaret Shaw were on their way back to Wayne Manor using a private coach Judge Solomon Wayne had hired for the evening. The search party found the coach along the road near Slaughter Swamp. The coach had been attacked by an unknown group of posses believed to be confederates of Vincent Falcone.
The owner of the coach company reported the cab was missing after it failed to arrive at Wayne Manor on time. The police were not able to comment on the incident that occurred at Wayne Manor earlier in the evening.
Only the cab driver and another occupant, Selene Kyle - the secretary for DA. Gold were found near the cab earlier this morning. The two were found unconscious near the site that the cab was located. Cyrus Gold and Margaret Shaw are being filed as missing by local authorities.
"As I researched Cyrus Gold's name from Diana's facsimile of her psychic vision we all saw the other day, I wanted to see if I could find any local news about him. I learned that Cyrus Gold had been the local district attorney in Gotham City. He turned up missing in 1894. Vincent Gold's and Theodore Cobblepot's cases fell apart when the federal investigators failed to produce the eyewitness to the crime in the Joshua Wayne murder investigation." Alan said.
"Yes, their whereabouts to this day are unknown by the authorities." Elizabeth said.
"Did you know Solomon Wayne, Elizabeth?" Hippolyta asked?
"I was born in 1897, Solomon died in 1904 when I was only 8 years old. I understand that he was 65 years old when he had died. Kenneth, my husband was 18 years old at the time. He had fond memories of his Grandfather, Solomon. I first met Kenneth in 1916, he was an officer serving in the war. He had regaled me with many stories of Solomon Wayne. So, my only knowledge of Judge Solomon Wayne was through personal stories from Kenneth Wayne." Elizabeth said.
"I knew Solomon, Joshua, and Alan Wayne. It was Solomon's father, Charles Arwin Wayne that had introduced us together in 1841. And, he was instrumental in my ability to acquire a Medical degree in the 19th Century, which was considered "impossible" for women to become in those days. I had been Solomon's doctor when he was injured at the battle of Gettysburg in 1863. I had to use our advanced Amazon medical training to repair his injuries and to help his body heal. He never did completely heal from those injuries. His son, Alan, was born shortly before the battle. I had to help him write his correspondences to his wife, Amelia Wayne." Hippolyta said.
"The news reports of a monster attacking Wayne Manor in 1893 sounds familiar to our friend, Solomon Grundy. Do you think they are connected?" Alan asked.
"I suspect that they are, Alan. I never saw the creature that attacked Wayne Manor that night of 14 December 1894. And, no one referred to the monster as Solomon Grundy at the time. I remember that Cyrus and I had just helped Margaret to escape the club that afternoon so that she could be put up in a safe house here at Wayne Manor. We were both intercepted by confederates of Vincent Falcone. By the time I had managed to escape my bondage at the basement of the Iceberg Club, the police had stormed the building and arrested everyone there.
Solomon Wayne arrived at the club with the police and Margaret, Cyrus, and Myself were let free. I rode back to Wayne Manor in Solomon's coach. Cyrus, Margaret, and Selene had rode back in another coach." Hippolyta said.
"Coach?" I asked.
"Yes, in 1894, people rode on horseback. Automobiles had not been invented in the mortal realm. So, a team of horses with wagons or coaches were how people traveled long distances in those days. That is where the term "stage coach" comes from. To travel from Wayne Manor to Gotham City required one to travel through Slaughter Swamp." Hippolyta said.
"There seems to be a likely connection there with Slaughter Swamp, Wayne Manor, Cyrus Gold, and Solomon Grundy." I said.
"If this article is true, then Vincent Falcone must be 70 or 80 years old by now. Is he immortal too?" Alan asked.
"Vincent Falcone has connections with powerful people who know of the ways of magic. Goddess Circe, God Ares, and Ra's al Ghul are amongst these people. In 1893 and 1894, they had soul stones placed all around the club to block out psychic visions and other magical surveillance methods from spying on their operations. I suspect those relationships still exist. He may have magical influences that keep him young and vibrant. It would be a mistake to think that the Iceberg Club will be an easy place to investigate tonight." Hippolyta said.
We all spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing by the indoor pool and eating grilled food. After that, Hippolyta and I returned to my room to shower and change for the evening. We had dressed in simple jeans and tee shirts while we waited for Diana and Steve to return to the manor.
Steve Trevor's Journal
Tuesday Afternoon, 14 December 1943
Four o'clock in the afternoon.
Diana and I had arrived back at Wayne Manor in the afternoon after our meeting at the War Department early in the morning in Washington DC. We had spent the time after our meeting developing an operational plan for tonight's surveillance mission at the Iceberg Club. Since some of the group were not military personnel, it was important to make the plan simple. In the event that something went wrong tonight and we were discovered by the personnel at the Iceberg Club, we decided to set up some preliminary contingency plans.
Together, we decided that the focus of the mission was to establish a link between the incident at Slaughter Swamp and magical scent at the Iceberg Club. At this point in our investigation, we did not have any empirical evidence that the club was linked to Solomon Grundy and the events at Slaughter Swamp.
As we were intelligence agents for the War Department, we had a duty to investigate the club as we suspected they might have a connection with NAZI activity in the area. However, without material evidence, the kind of evidence that a court of law would require, it would be difficult to issue an arrest warrant or even a search warrant with the help of a magistrate.
Using the computers onboard Diana's ship. We were able to obtain some information. As it was a fascinating system, I inquired as to how the technology worked. Diana explained that, the computers were tied to a central Oracle (female deities) in the immortal realm. Oracles were minions of the God Apollo. They possessed strong powers of knowledge and foresight. So, the Amazon computers onboard Diana's ship were essentially living beings or spiritual beings.
Much like the Goddess Themis was a living god who resided as Diana's magic lasso, the computer systems on her ship were much the same thing. During this time, Diana had sent for a master seamstress or a dress maker from Paradise Island. The dress maker had arrived at the ship via what Diana referred to as a teleporter. Using the ships internal systems, the dress-maker was able to craft three outfits for Diana, Etta, and Hippolyta to wear tonight at the club. The dress maker had her Cobbler make some footwear and other accessories for the three women to wear tonight that matched the style of dress.
While the dress maker and cobbler were crafting the clothes and shoes, Diana and I worked out the details of our tactical plans. Through her telepathy, Diana had learned through Etta and Hippolyta that the Queen had known Cyrus Gold in 1894. Etta had relayed the story Hippolyta had recalled to the rest of the group at the pool party they had at Wayne Manor while they were waiting on our return.
Five o'clock in the afternoon
An hour after we had returned to Wayne Manor, we had gather the rest of the group in Diana's ship to go over the plan. Elizabeth, Silas, Patrick, and Manfred attended the meeting. Diana felt that tonight's operation had the possibility of involving the Wayne family. So, she felt that they should be in attendance to the meeting.
Other than Diana, Etta, and Hippolyta, everyone else seemed fascinated by the internal systems of the ship. It was clear to the rest of us that the immortal realms technology was vastly superior to the mortal realms technology. I do not mean for that to seem that immortals were better than mortals. Clearly, I am recognizing that the technology is more advanced than mortal technology. The immortal realm had avoided the continual cycle of war and peace, and that avoided the many dark ages that plagued the mortal realm with having to relearn technologies over and over again. In contrast, Diana has told me that the Underworld of Tartarus does not have any technology because that realm is in a constant state of anarchy and chaos.
Diana began the meeting by giving an overview of the plan to the group.
"If you all will look towards the holo emitter table, here is the Iceberg Club. Using data we collected by the Oracles on the property, we pieced together a nice model of the club. The club is being masked by powerful sources of magic. Although the scent of the magic is from the Goddess Circe, that is not the main source of the spells. I speculate that the spell was cast by a younger spell caster. The scent of the spell is weaker than that of the Goddess Circe. I suspect the caster is channeling spiritual energy from the Goddess." Diana said.
"So, we will have to enter the club blind." I said.
"Hippolyta worked at the club in the 1890's." Etta said.
"Yes, and I have added her knowledge to our database in the tactical plan. The club is still in the same building that existed in the 1890's. There have been some modifications to the club since that time period. We used Alan Scott's knowledge of the club to account for its current state. The original club was owned and operated by a Theodore Cobblepot. The current club is being operated by his son, Theodore Cobblepot, Jr.
According to Alan's knowledge, the club is still used as a front for a high society escort service. The club features a stage for live entertainment and has a in-house orchestra composed of local musicians. The club has enjoyed a successful economic boom during the war time period our country is currently involved in." Diana said.
"I managed to get us invited to the guest list for tonight's entertainments." Alan added.
"We must assume that the criminal elements using the club as a front for their criminal activities will be suspicious of us the moment we enter the club. So, if we encounter any hostile actions, we must be prepared to act. I suggest that we split off into two teams: Etta, Hippolyta, and Alan Scott will be team one, and Steve, Themis, and I will be team two." Diana said."
"Now, team one's task will be to gather intelligence on key personnel in the club in case we need to do more than one mission at the club. You will focus on the upper levels of the building. You will be provided with cameras that will gather visual evidence that we can use to build a case for a Federal indictment." I said.
"Team two's task will be to collect intelligence in the lower sections of the club that will give us any information that can link the incidents with Solomon Grundy with the Iceberg Club." Diana said.
"In the event that we are captured or one of the teams are made by the criminal elements, our contingency plan is to escape the club and rendezvous back at the ship which will be located at a nearby staging point. All of us will be armed with these pendants. They will act as homing beacons for the ship to teleport us out if we get into danger. Because we suspect the place has soul stones placed all about the property to prevent telepathic people from spying on the criminal activity, the pendants will be able to provide voice communications between the teams." Diana said.
"In the event that our voice communications fail to work for any reason, or we are separated in the operations, each team member will be armed with one of these devices. The device is a small crystal that will act as a neural neutralizer that can incapacitate a small group of people, should you need to get away quickly. Only use it in a last-ditch effort as it is a one-time use device." I said.
"Does everyone understand the plan?" Diana asked.
"It seems like a simple plan." Etta said.
"Themis will be recording the events of the evening for us." Diana said.
"Okay, if there are no further questions or comments, we will go get ready for our mission. We plan to arrive at the club at seven o'clock this evening. That gives us an hour to get ready and an hour to travel by car. Diana has had her dress maker and cobbler make the dresses and shoes for tonight's operation for the ladies." I said.
Etta and Hippolyta looked at the dresses that were on display. The dresses were Satin Strapless Sheer Sheath Dresses with a slit. The shoes were opened toed sandals with stiletto heels. The design made the sandal appear to be a knee high boot. However, the lace work in the front and sides of the boots were exposed to show off the long legs of the women. The bottom of the shoes were designed of nano carbon fiber materials that were stronger than that industrial diamonds. I would not want to be on the receiving end of those heels as they were cleverly disguised daggers.
"Wow Diana, these dresses are amazing. Again, they are very revealing as all of your Amazon outfits are. And, look at these shoes. Are these real diamonds?" Etta asked.
"Of course, I would never make an outfit with inferior materials." The Dress Maker said.
"What do you think of these dresses, Elizabeth?" Etta asked.
"Can I get one in my size?" Elizabeth asked.
"Certainly, I will have the Dress Maker make one for you." Hippolyta said.
"The dresses are combat armor ready. They can withstand any form of attack in the mortal realm. In the event that bullets start flying, we will be protected. Etta's dress is designed with an Amazon girdle built into the waistline." Diana said.
"What does that do?" Etta asked.
"It bestows the attributes of an Amazon Titan onto the host of the garment." Diana said.
"It magically boast your mortal attributes to a Class 1 Titan or a Class 5 meta-human. You will have the same abilities as Diana and me. " Hippolyta said.
"That enhances your basic Anatomically Modern Human attributes to 15 times that of a normal AMH. Whereas our powers are natural abilities, you must wear the outfit to use the powers." Diana said.
"Wait, so I am going to have super powers too?" Etta asked?
"Yes, that is what that means." Hippolyta said.
"Cool." Etta replied.
And with that, everyone left the ship to go and to get ready for tonight's operation.
Themis's Journal
Tuesday Evening, 14 December 1943
Six o'clock in the evening.
The following account is what occurred during the six o'clock hour until the nine o'clock hour on 14 December 1943.
After we all had left Diana's ship to return to the main house located at Wayne Manor in Gotham County, Maryland, the group consisting of Diana, Hippolyta, Steve, Etta, and Alan returned to their rooms to get ready for the operational mission. I had gone to Diana's and Steve's room to wait.
Diana and Steve had spent much of the time showering together. To help the women get ready for the night, the dress maker had some hair dressers and cosmetics specialists assist them. The whole event took about an hour to complete. At the end of the hour, the three women were fashionably ready for the night.
Diana's dress was a emerald green dress. The color complimented her hair and skin tone. The sheer texture and lace pattern of the fabric used to make the sheath dress covered her bosom and labia. The rest of the material exposed much of her body to the casual observer. The dress was strapless and presented her breast in a beautiful display. To compliment her dress, I transformed myself into an arm band that wrapped across her right bicep.
Etta Candy's dress was red in color, and Queen Hippolyta's was royal blue. Their dresses had wrapped around their female bodies with the same qualities as Diana's dress. The legs were all dress off to take advantage of the slit cut into the left side of the long dress of their outfits. There foot wear provided a nice silver or white color to contrast the main color of the dresses. As usual, their arms were trimmed off by their Amazon bracelets.
Steve Trevor and Alan Scott were dressed in casual evening suits. They were not formal wear, as that would not be appropriate for the evening events of the night. But, they were not business styled in look. Diana had provided to Steve a belt to enhance his attributes and provide him protection from and hostile combat action they may face in the evening.
Once the group was ready to leave, they all gathered in the parlor of Wayne Manor. Elizabeth agreed to watch over Paris and Walter tonight. The team decided to take two cars to the club. Team 1 took Hippolyta's car, and Team 2 took Diana's car. To fit into the period of time, Steve drove Diana's car, while Alan drove Hippolyta's car. As planned, the travel time to Gotham City was under an hour.
Seven o'clock in the evening.
Our party had arrived at the Iceberg Club as planned. It was decided by the group to drive up and to get out at the front door rather than walk up. As Steve Trevor and Alan Scott were American celebrities, it would be proper etiquette for them to walk the red carpet. Diana and Hippolyta had set the cars to prowler mode. In that configuration, the cars would travel to predestinated positions to aid the ships in providing communications and recording functions from the group. And, if needed, the cars would provide the group with quick evacuation points.
As the club was being protected by magical protection, Diana used the ship's onboard electronic systems to get around this limitation. I could communicate with the Oracle in the ship's computer at all times. Since Hippolyta had been familiar with the magical devices placed around the club from working here in 1893 and 1894, she developed electronic methods to get around those limitations.
The group proceeded to enter the Iceberg Club. As they entered the lobby of the club, they were greeted by a female hostess.
"Good evening, do you all have a reservation for the night?" The Hostess asked.
"Yes, we are under the name Alan Scott, reservation for five." Alan said.
The hostess scanned down her list of reservations and located the name.
"Oh yes, follow me, I will seat you." She said.
Our group was led to a large room with a stage. The house orchestra was playing music for the audience's entertainment. There were large posters around the room. The signs read that Priscilla Rich would be performing tonight exclusively at the Iceberg Club. As our group entered the room, the room became quiet as Diana, Hippolyta, and Etta entered the room. It was quite the spectacle. The ladies all smiled at the crowd. Steve and Alan seemed to be amazed at the reaction.
"I think that the crowd approves of your choice of dresses tonight ladies." Steve said.
The hostess smiled at Steve and then led us to our table. The table was located in a wing along the front of the stage.
"These table are reserved for exclusive VIP members of the club. " Alan said.
"Who is Priscilla Rich?" Diana asked.
"You don't know who Priscilla Rich is?" Etta asked.
"She is only America's premier starlet at the moment." Alan Scott said.
"We are in for a treat Diana. Priscilla is a wonderful singer." Steve said.
The group sat at their table and settled in. Etta Candy led Diana out to the dance floor to warm up with a dance. As part of their plan, mixing into the crowd was their first goal for the evening. For the first hour, the group had blended into the crowd and danced together. The crowd seemed to be affected by the party's behavior.
Eight o'clock in the evening.
It was in the eight o'clock hour that the teams decided to split up to gather intelligence. Team 2 went about exploring the main floor and lower levels of the building, while Team 1 went about exploring the upper levels of the building.
For the first half hour of time, there was nothing really eventful to find. The club's only activity was mainly gambling and prostitution. It was during this time that team one had encountered their first obstacle. While searching the lower level of the building, Diana's vision of truth revealed that members of the key personnel at the club and some NAZI intelligence personnel had discussed some details in the room. These events had not recently occurred. Diana's vision could pick up on all of the activities that occurred at this place throughout history.
Using her instinct to discriminate through the visions, Diana was able to locate the spot in the wall that was used to travel to Aeaea, Greece.
"What is it Diana?" Steve asked.
"I see something here in the wall. There used to be a magical portal here that led to Aeaea, Greece." She said.
"Where is that?" Steve asked.
"Aeaea is the island that Goddess Circe lives on in seclusion. The portal has not been used in some time, but I can detect that it once was at this spot. Also, I see a man and a woman here. And, I see..." Diana's statement is interrupted by a man's voice.
"This is a very interesting turn of events, Major Trevor." The man said.
As the man held a gun, Diana and Steve decided to play along so that they might be able to collect intelligence from the man.
"I wouldn't make any sudden movements if I were you, the pretty lady may not like being shot, Major Trevor." The man said in a heavy German accent.
"You seem to have us at a disadvantage, mister?" Steve asked.
"I am sorry, Major Trevor, I am Colonel Helmut Streicher. You and your escort will follow me to my office where we will conduct a proper interrogation of you and your party. If you cooperate, no one will be harmed. And, if you fail to cooperate, then I am afraid, you will never leave this place alive." He said.
Team 2 was escorted to a nearby office, while Team 1 was found and led to the same place.
In the office, after the party was brought together by the confederates of Colonel Helmut Streicher, Steve Trevor decided to be the focal person for the interrogation. Due to cultural stereotypes, the NAZI's believed their culture and polity was the superior "master race." In their culture, women were sub-ordinate to the men. So, it was easy for Steve to play along with the charade of the weaken foe.
"Now Major Trevor, shall we began the interrogation." Streicher said.
"Why are you here?" He asked.
"My party is here as personal guest of Alan Scott while on vacation for the holidays. We decided to enjoy some of the city's amenities for the evening." Steve said.
"Why were your people snooping around the premises?" Streicher asked.
The man smiled. He made a motion to two of the guards and they grabbed Diana's arms on either side. Diana played along with the interrogation. Streicher raised his hand and smacked Diana in the face. Diana moaned in pain as the man struck her face.
"Now, Major Trevor, I do not want to have to demonstrate on your lady friend, but if you do not cooperate, you will force me to take action." He said.
Steve acted frustrated as he thought to himself. The Colonel motioned to his men again and they struck Diana again. Again, Diana moaned in shock as the men struck her face. She changed the color of her face to match the physiological behavior of lightly bruised skin. She made her body sweat, and she made her eyes tear up.
"Okay, I will tell you." Steve paused for a moment to act like he needed to gather his composure. "We were investigating reports about a large creature who attacked some local railway lines in the county owned by Wayne Consolidations and Consignments. The war department suspected that NAZI Agents were using the cover story of a mythical creature to conceal their attacks of local train traffic." Steve said.
"Good Major. Now that you are cooperating, what do you know about the Clinton Engineering Works?" Streicher asked.
"I do not know anything about that other than it is important to the War Department." Steve said.
"Do not mistake me for a fool Major. I know that you are aware of the Clinton Engineering Works and the facility being built in Tennessee." Streicher said.
Colonel Streicher turned to a large panel of glass that was on the far wall of the room. He motioned to one of the guards to draw the curtains open. Inside the next room was Etta, Alan, and Hippolyta. As he turned to look in the direction of the glass window, a young attractive woman entered the room.
"The weapon is on station, Colonel Streicher." She said.
"Thank you Selene, I will require the services of the weapon to convince the Major to cooperate with us tonight." Streicher said.
"Who is she?" Steve asked.
"This is Selene Kyle, she works here at this facility and provides key intelligence capabilities for us, but do not worry about her. She is going to convince you to provide us the information we seek, or your confederates in the next room will die." Streicher said.
Colonel Streicher turned and motioned to the guards in the next room on the other side of the glass window. The two guards raised the steel door on the far side of the room. As the door rolled up out of the way, Solomon Grundy the undead was revealed. His manner was calm and at peace. His expression was cold and his body was decayed.
"If you fail to answer my questions, Major Trevor, then I will order the death of your confederates, one at a time. Starting with the brunette. Now, to demonstrate my power, I will kill the brunette woman." He said.
The Colonel motioned to Selene Kyle to order the monster to attack Hippolyta. Selene raised her arms and the creature came to life and hurled his body at Hippolyta. Hippolyta stood calm and patient in the face of the monster's attack. Solomon Grundy lifted Hippolyta into the air to smash her body onto the ground. But, as the creature raised her lithe body into the air, his eyes met her gaze.
Hippolyta's gaze had an unpredicted effect on Solomon Grundy. He seemed to be confused and uncertain.
"Cyrus, is that you?" Hippolyta asked.
Then, Solomon Grundy spoke, "Hip...po...lyta..." he said in a deep slow voice. He sat the Queen down as she gave the fowl beast a hug of compassion and love. The NAZI agents seemed bewildered by the change of events. In a fit of rage and from a bit of embarrassment, Colonel Streicher ordered Selene to have the creature attack Etta Candy.
Selene Kyle carried out the order and commanded Solomon Grundy to attack Etta Candy. It was in that moment that Alan Scott revealed himself as the Green Lantern.
Alan Scott's Journal
Tuesday Night, 14 December 1943
Nine o'clock in the evening.
The following account was recorded after the events took place on Tuesday night. These are the details of my unsuccessful battle with the undead creature (homo zombia) at the Iceberg Club.
As Themis's Journal entry stated earlier in this report, Team 2 had been led to a large room in the lower level of the Iceberg Club. As planned, we had went along with the facade as helpless victims when arrested by the NAZI agents in the club. In our attempt to fool the NAZI agents into providing us valuable intelligence, Steve and Diana had exposed themselves to an interrogation session with Colonel Helmut Streicher.
During this session, Colonel Streicher had revealed Solomon Grundy to our investigation. Unfortunately, to stress his point of superior power, Streicher had ordered Selene Kyle to command Solomon Grundy to attack Hippolyta. However, this attacked proved unsuccessful. Solomon Grundy seemed to recognize Hippolyta for a reason unknown to me at the time, but will be revealed later in this report.
Out of frustration, Colonel Streicher ordered the death of Etta Candy. Unsure of what to do in the moment, I acted on instinct. In the moment, I transformed myself into the Green Lantern.
"Oh no, it is the Green Lantern!" One of the Guards shouted.
"He will prove no match for Solomon Grundy. Solomon, kill the Green Lantern.' Selene Kyle ordered.
"And, I shall shed my light over dark evil. For the dark things cannot stand the light, The light of the Green Lantern!" I proclaimed.
Using my power ring, I blasted a hole into the side wall of the room. As this revealed itself to be an exterior wall, it created an escape route for the women as part of our extraction plan. Uncertain of the creatures limitations, I tried to make my way to help Steve and Diana in the other room on the other side of the glass window.
However, before I could act, Solomon Grundy moved with amazing swiftness and put himself between the glass window and me. His action made it certain that if I was to aid my friends, I would have to cross his path. Solomon looked around the room for any nearby objects. He was able to find a large steel table and hurl it at my body.
Using the ring, I enabled a power shield around my body. The steel table smashed against the force field and fell to the ground. I was unharmed. I used the ring of power to create a beam of light to separate some medal structures in the ceiling of the room. The large objects fell on Solomon Grundy successfully as I had planned. But, the attack did not seem to faze him.
Again, Solomon Grundy found a large metal object nearby and hurled it at my body. The attack proved unsuccessful. My force field was too strong. With two attacks demonstrated not to be successful, I leaped in to land a power punch onto the creature. This had proved to be a mistake.
As I leaped into the spot to strike at my undead foe, he seemed startled by my behavior as I approached. With confidence, I struck the creature with my most powerful strike. I was not taking any chances with the creature. The punch struck the creature in the chest. He seemed not to be fazed by the attack. In fact, I do not think I caused any damage onto his body.
Solomon Grundy moved his arm with a swift motion and back handed my head with a clean motion. All that I remember is that my body had flown across the room and impacted a nearby wall, his strike was so powerful that the side of my body that had been hit had gone numb instantly.
I used my power ring to heal my body. Based on that attack, I knew that he had a powerful attack, but I was able to heal myself from the blow. Then, Solomon Grundy launched himself in my direction. I used the power ring to create a force field around my body. This proved to be a futile action as his attack went through my force field as if it did not exist. His blow came crashing down on top of my shoulder blades and broke them instantly.
The pain from the attack sent shockwaves of pain through my body. However, using my telepathy, I was able to use my healing factor again to heal my body from the vicious attack. Apparently, the creature was able to bypass my green power ring's abilities. However, I was still able to affect myself.
During the combat, I was able to determine that the creature did not attack with any form of intelligence. He seemed to attack on instinct. I could use this to my advantage. If I could cause the creature to use up his energy, then I might be able to incapacitate him.
However, as I was thinking to myself, Solomon struck me again with a vicious attack. I was able to dodge his powerful blows. I used a feint motion to get the creature to attack in one direction. When he had taken the bait, I pivoted my body and brought a sharp blow onto his shoulder blades. The attack did nothing to faze Solomon Grundy.
Before I could move away from his body to a safer location in the room, Solomon Grundy dropped to one knee, turned his body, and then landed a swift uppercut onto my jaw. The blow wrecked my body and left me in a state of shock. The blow was so damaging that it shattered all my bones in one hit from Solomon Grundy. I was not unconscious, but my body seemed not to be able to do as my mind commanded.
Solomon Grundy seized the opportunity to incapacitate me. As I was completely stunned by the uppercut, Solomon moved near my body and grabbed my arms, he ripped the ring from my hand. As I looked in horror, the brute creature destroyed the ring of power in his large hands. The exploding energy sent the creature flying back, but it did not hurt him.
In that moment, Hippolyta leaped into the path of the creature. Using her great strength, she grabbed the creature and hurled him through an interior wall.
"Etta, get Alan back to the ship. He needs medical attention." She yelled.
Etta did as she was commanded and ran towards my body to extract my body out of harm's way. Before, I lost consciousness from the trauma. I saw Diana transform into her combat armor, she ran over to where Solomon Grundy laid and body slammed him through the ceiling of the building. The crowd of people screamed as the large creature came crashing through the dance floor of the club.
Diana and Hippolyta came to my side.
"Hippolyta, Etta, Steve, get Alan to the ship for medical treatment. I will stabilize his body to keep him from slipping into shock. I will lure the creature out of the building and battle him on the street to minimize any casualties." Diana said.
The three did as Diana had commanded and took my body to the safety of the ship.
Diana Prince's Journal
Tuesday, 14 December 1943
Ten o'clock in the evening.
The combat had begun with each of us in a standoff. Solomon Grundy on one side of the street and I, the Wonder Woman on the other side of the street out in front of the Iceberg Club. In a cruel way, our battle tonight was a symbolic battle of the human spirit.
Solomon Grundy was the product of the magical forces used to satisfy the psychological need of mortal man. He was without soul or that part of the being that connected each of us to the four realms of existence: fire, air, water, and earth. He was a mindless undead corpse that was reanimated by a powerful dark magic. He was the symbol for the tree of knowledge of good and evil. The masculine spirit that inspired men to directly pursue their individual desire or work with others to create a force of human mass.
I was the other symbol. The symbol of the feminine spiritual energy that formed the bonds of unity and harmony. My place in the universe was to be the symbol for the tree of life. My will was to inspire women to form relationships that would endure the test of time. My magic was universal and infinite. Only through discipline and skill was it possible to inspire others to learn, to grow, and to nurture.
Now, the forces of a Titan Nature had brought us two together to duel in personal combat. Goddess Athena had brought me here to redeem this mindless hulk Solomon Grundy. Only through my will could Cyrus Gold be saved. Only through my love could he be restored. Ares had set Solomon Grundy's destiny in motion years ago. And now, our play would be brought together in a climactic battle between man and woman.
Solomon was a feral animal. He possessed a brain with limited structures. He was raw feelings and a creature of instincts and schemes. My mind was a balanced Libra mind. It was balanced between intuition and intelligence. The union of the two created wisdom. In a way, Solomon was the embodiment of war itself. That raw form of nature [the passion] that was untamed by boundaries. The Wonder Woman was the embodiment of justice [the compassion]. Justice was the tamed War or domestication. Justice was controlled war. It did not seek a universe without war. Justice sought a universe of balance.
The battle had begun gradually. I had managed to toss the beast into the street that was out in front of the club. His large mass had torn through the wall of the club and had pulverized the weak material structure of the wall. It would appear to me for now that my strength was superior to his strength. Knowing this gave me confidence. Our battle would be away from any innocent bystander. Hippolyta had managed to get the injured body of Green Lantern away to the ship for medical attention. The large mindless hulk of the man stood before me completely nude. In his animal state of mind, he was not aware of his nudity. His anger fueled his rage. This was clearly demonstrated by the monstrous cock that laid before my eyes. I would have to ignore that large phallic organ. In his passionate mind, we were just a male bear and female bear in heat. My powerful pheromones were what was driving his lust. Whereas before, he was driven by Hippolyta's pheromones, now mine had replaced them. His only desire was to make me his mate and kill anything that prevented that from happening. In my compassionate mind, he was the villain who sought chaos into the realm of civilization, and I was the heroine who was sent to arrest him. My task now was to subdue Solomon Grundy.
Initially, I did not know if this was possible. Solomon Grundy was protected by a powerful magic the protected his body, mind, and spirit. So, my telepathy was not able to penetrate deep into his mind. However, my empathy could feel his mind. I could feel his anger, his rage, and his desire. I could sense that he was not of his own will or volition. My telepathy could sense that some other mind controlled his body. The protection spell was some other source independent of Circe's dark magic. My empathy told me that his protection spell was Amazon in origin. I could sense that the magic came from Hippolyta. Also, I could sense that the magic was not Circe's magic alone. There was another scent there. It smelled of Selene Kyle. She was the hidden sorcerer. She was the shadow. A less distinguished aroma. Light as the magical fragrance was, it was the primary source of magic that animated Solomon Grundy from the dead.
How this came to be would have to wait. Solomon Grundy leapt forward. He moved with a clumsy form. There was no formal technique or training in his combat skills. He was just a feral animal. His ferocity came from his raw passion that fueled his rage. I dodged his attack. I turned my body by pivoting on my left heal as his momentum surged his body past my body. As his inertia was focused in one direction, it took little force by my hand to move him forward. Using my left hand, I hit the back of his body with my hand. He fell forward and crashed into a group of cars in the street.
Solomon Grundy regained his focus and charged at my body again. I waited for him to get within inches of my reach. I used my holographic wings that were tied to my mind to leap into the air gracefully. Again, he crashed into a nearby car. Because his body was a harder material than the car, his impact only served to destroy the car. As much as this was entertaining, this was not going to defeat Solomon Grundy.
I could feel that he had great supplies of energy. I reasoned that if I could weaken his energy supply, then I could possibly subdue him by knocking him out with a blow to the back of the head. Or, I could use my laser sword to sever his head. But, if I was going to save Cyrus Gold, then the laser sword option was not going to work. Even the most highly defensive animal must function within the realms of biology. However, to pull off this feat, I would have to get close to Solomon and subject my body to his physical attacks. Without knowing the extent to which his magic abilities extended, I could be placing myself in great peril.
My existence was secondary. The Goddess Athena had willed my body to be here to save Solomon Grundy. I would have to have faith in her wisdom. Solomon Grundy charged at me again, this time I let him make contact with me. I had a certain scientific curiosity about how strong Solomon was. I braced my body for impact.
Solomon Grundy crashed into my body. But my spiritual mass proved greater than his. In my Amazon form, which is a Class 28 Titan, by immortal standards of physics, my spiritual mass was [1.98x10^36] pounds. I calculated that Solomon Grundy's spiritual mass was around [18,336] pounds. I was able to determine that this foul beast was a Class 4 Meta-human (12 times the attributes of AMH). At that spiritual mass, Solomon Grundy was capable of pressing up 1,760,256 pounds of weight or 881 tons. In my Amazon form, my spiritual mass more than Solomon's mass. I could press [1.90x10^38] pounds of mass or [9.51x10^34] tons. However, unlike other Amazons or other Titans, I had the ability to call upon the spirit which was infinite. Solomon Grundy had some ability to raise his energy supply for a short period of time. I could sense that his bio-electrical energy was being slowly resupplied by my infinite power supply. No doubt, this ability was tied to his plant-like organic metabolism. Just how much he could absorb from me and at what rate was still unknown. I would have to take a risk and find out just how much he could take is I had any hope of subduing Solomon Grundy. I used my mind to increase my spiritual mass. My hope was to tire Solomon Grundy out. When he was tired out, I would strike.
As I had calculated, Solomon Grundy tired his body out trying to lift my immortal body. As we rolled around performing one wrestling move after the other, he was finding it difficult to maintain his strength. He caught my body in a bear hug as we rolled around together. My abdominal muscles and labia rubbed up against his monstrous cock. I had to clear my mind to concentrate on the melee. I tensed my body up and used my strength to break his hold. The action pushed his mass away from my body. His large mass fell to the ground. He rolled his body onto his knees and hands. Now, his back was turned to me, and his neck laid out exposed to me. I rejoiced in my triumph. Now, I would defeat this inferior man. Justice would prevail this night.
In my arrogance and in my stupidity, I leapt up into the air to land the finishing blow to the base of Solomon Grundy's neck. After a short fought melee this night, I would prove the superiority of womankind for all the world to see. As I approached the back of his neck, and as my confidence of victory over him began to chime chords of glory in my mind. My hubris was revealed as I learned that this mindless hulk of a man had baited me in to his trap. He used his male cunningness to attack me at my most vulnerable moment. As I approached his back, Solomon Grundy turned his body and sprayed my face with a gaseous pheromone musk that emanated from his phallic organ. As with many mammals, Solomon marked my body as his territory. How quickly had my victory had been turned to defeat by my hubris. Now, I would pay the price for my pride.
The masculine musk was a green cloud of gas that enveloped my body, mind, and spirit. The gas had the effect of sending my psychological state into instant sexual heat. My body came at once. My body fell to the ground unpleasantly. I flopped around on the ground coughing and heaving and moaning embarrassingly for air. I panted for oxygen. The musk ignited a fire inside my sexual organ. Even for an immortal woman with a superior sexual drive, Solomon Grundy's musk caused my body to orgasm at once. My body shook wildly about as it convulsed from the intense sexual heat. The orgasm drowned my blue satin tights with my oversexed feminine pheromones.
The release of my sexual fluids while my body was in heat caused Solomon Grundy to go into a masculine psychological rage. His naked body displayed his sexual organ. His rage enlarged the monstrous cock before my eyes. He roared loudly like a wild bear. My sexual heat made it difficult for me to concentrate on the melee. This psychological state left me vulnerable to his attack. And in true nature, sex was the attack of man onto woman. Our union [man's union with woman] was decreed to be sexual by our creator. Solomon Grundy approached my convulsing body and sprayed me down again with his pheromone musk. Again, my body went into sexual heat. My breast, and my labia bloomed involuntarily from the musk. Milk and vaginal fluid shot from my body when I climaxed. I could smell my sexual musk as my body released its sexual fluids into the air.
Solomon Grundy swept my body up in his strong hands. My lithe Amazon body was held high above his one hundred and forty-four inch tall body. He slammed my body to the ground. Because my body was harder than the ground, the impact made a crater. As the dust cloud blew away with the wind, Solomon moved his body over my body. He sprayed me again with his musk. Again, my body went into instant heat. In that moment, my mind was shut off. My body became alive with fire. My mental barriers were stripped away from my spirit. My spirit yearned to be released.
Like a wild bear circles his mate while in heat, Solomon encircled my body that laid upon the ground. He probed my body a couple of times to see if I was laying in wait to attack him. Once he was sure that I was not baiting him in for attack, he lifted my body up into his arms and placed it onto his lap. He took the Magic Lasso in his arm that was fasten to my waste. The lasso seemed to be affected by the musk. He used the lasso to secure my arms to my upper body. I tried to command the lasso to resist, but my conscious mind was neutralized by the masculine pheromones.
It would seem that his masculine musk was the one product that Goddess Demeter had designed that my feminine nature was not immune to. It was not a toxin nor was it a drug. It was a natural aroma that sent my neurons and neurotransmitters into overdrive. For me, an immortal superior woman, the masculine pheromone triggered the lower stages of my mind. That eldest part of the brain stem that only understood simple psychological needs. Because Themis was a woman too, she was not immune to the masculine pheromones released by Solomon Grundy.
My blue satin tights were soaked in my vaginal fluid and the scent acted as a beacon to the sexually stimulated hulk. In one simple motion, he swiped the blue tights from my buttocks. As the garments were unbreakable and my body was unbreakable too, all that he could do is pull them down my long legs. I could feel the cold night air envelop my buttocks as the garment travelled down my legs. As my body laid across his lap it was easy for him to remove my clothes. My anterior side laid on his lap facing towards the ground. He removed my gold belt and red corset from my torso. My breast were now exposed for all the world to see.
The only obstacle that stood in his way to sexual glory were my sheer panty hose and red boots. He made short work of them as he pulled them from my legs. Where my clothes ended up, I know not. Still laying upon his lap facing the ground, I did not actually see my body as it was debased by Solomon Grundy. My body in sexual heat laid paralyzed and unable to respond. I could only feel the tactile sensation as my clothes were removed. My womanly body now free from its boundaries of compassion laid docile and naked with all its galore exposed for sexual intercourse.
Like a wild bear, Solomon Grundy placed my nude body on the ground. My anterior side facing the ground. My buttocks exposed to raw nature was propped up into the air to allow for maximum penetration. I felt his warm body across my back as he lowered his body onto my body. His one hundred and forty-four inch body laid upon my sixty-nine inch Amazon body. It was in this moment that he mounted me. Like a feral animal in heat, his behavior was no different. He wildly stabbed my labia with his monstrous cock. My body stretched to its limits as his cock that was thicker than my calve muscle poked into my vagina. The force of his powerful strokes pushed into my cervix and overwhelmed my muscles.
I screamed in agony as he raped my body ferociously. As this was not a behavior of pleasure, he seeded my body at once. Luckily, my reproductive cycle was not ovulating today. His method consisted of no reliable pattern. Unlike other human foes who had raped my vagina in the past, Solomon Grundy was not seeking pleasure or self gratification. He stroked and poked my vagina as fast as he could. In some instances, he would take a long series of short strokes and then fire his semen into my cavity. Other times, he would use a short series of short strokes and then fire his semen into my cavity.
This rape was an honest sexual intercourse. My body, in some cruel way, drove on his sexual attack. My empathic ability had become a curse to me, but a gift to Solomon. As both our bodies were indestructible and my energy supply unlimited, he could feed forever on my sexual energy. I had come to learn and to understand that Solomon Grundy had the ability to draw bio-electrical energy from my body. As he was not that old of an undead entity and partially immortal, he had not developed vast energy supplies as Hippolyta and I did. Our spiritual energy had taken thousands of years to develop.
By human mortal standards, he was a Class 4 Meta-human. He had twelve times the attributes of Anatomically Modern Human or AMH. In comparison, an immortal shifts energy states every one hundred years of their life by a power of 1. Because I was 2800 years old, while in my natural Amazon-Titan form, I possessed the attributes [15^28] from that of a mortal human. I reasoned that Solomon had the ability to draw my spiritual energy to match me in combat. As our melee went on, I could feel him weakening. I had him beaten when he unleashed his pheromone attack onto me. Much like our Amazon physique gave off feminine pheromones to attract men, this masculine pheromone weaken women and made them ready for mating. My defeat was not from being faster, stronger, wiser, nor indestructible. My defeat came from basic animal psychology.
Like a metaphorical slap to my face, Solomon Grundy had reminded me that man and woman were equal in nature. As superior as my body was, I was still a woman. He was a man. Nature had designed us to be equal. Now, my body was being raped repeatedly in front of the large crowd of people. All my spiritual energy supplies were slowly being drain to fuel this monster. Solomon Grundy adjusted his body and stood up with my body being impaled from behind on his monstrous cock. I was powerless to stop him. My legs were split to either side of his wide hips. My feet unable to reach the ground only served to add to the intensity of the compressive weight of my body onto his body. With my entire body being held in place with my vagina impaled by his cock, he held my body up at an angle with his huge hands holding my breast. My mammary glands fully erect from the intercourse burned with desire. My arms were tied behind my back with the Magic Lasso made my breast stick out in full view of the witnesses and newspaper cameras.
In this instance, I felt a wave of raw ecstasy travel through all the muscles in my body. My body built up another load of raw bio-electric energy and was ready to discharge. As there was no break in Solomon's strokes, my body was assaulted without mercy. Each stroke went into and out of my body like a Louisville Slugger. I estimated his cock shaft to be around 4 inch thick in diameter and 12 inch long in length. The length and thickness of his monstrous cock remained inside my cervix without relief. The tip of his head stretched my cervix to its maximum dilation. The thick head stretched the cavity with a powerful compressive force. The sexual organ passed further into my vagina with a deep and full intensity. I felt like there was a baby passing through my cervical muscles. Except for All-Mighty Zeus, no man had before spread me as wide as Solomon Grundy.
As his strokes were fast in tempo and sharp with intensity, all that I could do was moan soft and loud in unison with the rhythm. Our tempo picked up in intensity with my breaths becoming short and my moans becoming louder. I could feel the enormous cock head press against my uterus wall. Each time he seeded my uterus with his warm semen, my body was overcome with flashes of heat. My lower back muscles began to compress. Even as the crowd of people stood and stared, my breaths became louder and fainter with each stroke. My bosom swelled up as the interior heat inside my body intensified. I cried out, "oh oh oh," as tears formed in my eyes. My back arched up like a bow building up elastic energy. I began to feel an intense amount of sexual energy building up in my body, mind, and spirit. Then, my body exploded with a blast wave of pure sexual energy. There was a blinding white light. The sexual shock wave sent Solomon flying backwards as our bodies were pulled apart from the sexual intercourse. I could hear glass breaking in all directions for miles. Some of the nearby structures collapsed from the shock wave. The crowd of people were knocked back from the concussion of air that formed. I felt my body drain of its large supply of stored vaginal fluid. The warm liquid juice ejected from my body some twenty or thirty feet.
My body fell to the ground into the pool of sexual fluids that formed from our combined intercourse that now filled the crater that my body had formed earlier in the intercourse. Solomon was hurled backwards and crashed into some cars nearby. The lasso fell away from my body and released my arms from the tight restraint. But, it was too late. My moment of freedom had past. By raping my body and forcing me to come at the point of ecstasy, my body, mind, and spirit had become the property of Solomon Grundy. As I looked up to my arms, the magical chains of bondage had bound my bracelets together. Only I could see the chains that had bound my bracelets. They were not the kind of chains that people could see. I could move my arms freely about as if the fetters that linked my bracelets were not there, but they made me completely docile to my husband Solomon Grundy. My powers were his powers to command. By Aphrodite Law, the sexual intercourse forced onto me by a man bound me to him by the laws of sacred marriage. My will was his will. The Wonder Woman was no more. My great strength was gone. It was suppressed by the magical bonds. In that moment, I became the property of Solomon Grundy. With my body denied its spiritual link to its spiritual energy, it weaken to that of a mortal woman. By law, my husband would be the instrument that would have to supply my body with its psychological need for sexual energy. I was now subjugated to a man.
I was still immortal and could not die a mortal death, but my great powers were gone as long as my wrist were bound by the magical fetters. I passed out from the loss of energy. In that moment, I, the Wonder Woman had been defeated. War had won a victory this night. Man had proved to be superior.
Diana's Journal
Tuesday, 14 December 1943
This next section is my account of the events that transpired as I had observed them.
After Solomon Grundy had defeated me in combat by saturating my mind with his masculine pheromone musk, and after he debased my body by removing my Amazon corset, belt, and satin shorts with his monstrous rage for all the bystanders to see. And, after he held my limped body high above his head by the small of my back with his right hand with my arms, legs, and hair hanging lifelessly towards the ground. My nude body had laid helpless and arched over in his hand. I became his conquered trophy. He marked his territory by spraying his masculine seed all over my face for all to see. By my own hubris, my humiliation was made complete when he bound my arms to my body using the Magic Lasso [Goddess Themis] that he had tied off using his great strength. Worse than that, my bracelets were now bound by magical fetters. Until I freed myself from his glory, the magical chains would bound my wrist for all eternity.
Apparently, Goddess Themis, who was a feminine spirit and a female Goddess, was made helpless with Solomon Grundy's pheromone musk in much the same manner that had rendered my feminine body helpless. This mindless hulk had used our strongest asset, our feminine nature, as a weapon to defeat us soundly. The magical forces that reanimated this undead man had made sure he was armed with the sacred knowledge to defeat the Champion of the Amazons. He tied my arms by the lasso many times along my biceps so that my elbows and forearms were secured tightly to my torso. He had tied off the end of the lasso to my neck that made for a crude leash. Now, the end of the leash he held in his left hand. He used it to lift my beaten Amazon body by my neck and my arms in the air like an ornament. The unbreakable lasso bound to my will, and now that it was bound to his will and could be made to any length he conjured inside his mind. I laid in his monstrous arms helpless to escape. My unbreakable body, mind, and spirit were made to orgasm on top of his monstrous sexual organ many times this night. The street below my feet was saturated with a pool of my sexual fluids that poured endlessly from my sexual cavity. Because he was now my master, he could command the lasso of truth by his will.
Solomon Grundy did not have to utter a word to command the lasso. The lasso would obey his thoughts and his instincts. Because he wanted me to be helpless in his feral mind for sexual intercourse, I could only watch as a spectator as he tamed my spirit by way of many forced climaxes. With each orgasm, my body grew weaker. My energy fading with each climax. Likewise, his energy supply had increased as he fed on my spiritual bio-energy. He had continued to seed my uterus with his monstrous semen. I laid in his arms like a small child upon his monstrous body. By tradition and by curse, when an Amazon had been defeated in battle and had been raped by her male conqueror, she had become a slave to the man. Like Penthesilea had been made a helpless slave to Achilles by being defeated by him, all my powers and all my immortal gifts were now tools for this mindless hulk of a man. A mindless hulk of undead being that had no will of his own.
For a half hour, the beast had his way with my body, mind, and spirit. I laid in his arms with my anterior side facing his anterior side. On display in the street outside of the Iceberg Club for all to see, the Wonder Woman had been conquered and defeated by this monster. My five feet nine inch nude body had been held in place in front of his twelve foot massive frame. My feet were not able to touch the ground, and my legs just hung to either side of his massive cock. My vagina made to go down and up on his massive cock. The beast had continued to rape my nether region. It was not pleasant nor was it kind. He raped my nether region many times over like a rabid bear. This feral animal's lust knew not of the ways of compassion. He was only raw animal passion without a prefrontal cortex to control his mind. The longer the sexual intercourse went on, I found it difficult to stay conscious. He did not have to communicate in words. My telepathic power was locked onto his mind. My bondage to Solomon exposed his thoughts to me and removed the dark cloud that had obscured my telepathy. My empathy only served to heal his body as long as we remained in contact. Now, we were one body, one mind, and one spirit.
As long as Solomon Grundy willed it, I could only obey his wild animal lust of his primitive mind. As I scanned his mind, I could see that his brain structure was similar to a wild bear. To him, I was just a female bear that he had instinctively mated with. However, as terrible and traumatic this encounter had been, deep down in my spirit, I had faith that Goddess Athena had some divine purpose in this sexual intercourse. It had been her will that led me to this moment. It had been her will that asked me to endure for this Solomon Grundy's soul. I alone would redeem him or banish him.
Then, a strange event occurred. As I laid in his arms impaled on top of his monstrous cock, my mind went dark. The next thing that I knew, I became aware that I was looking up at a ceiling in a strange yet familiar place. My body was stretched out spread eagle on top of a queen size bed. There was something strange about my body and I felt different. On top of my body was Hippolyta. She was naked and my hands were massaging her breast. I felt my lower body entering her warm vagina over and over again. My pelvic muscles were tight and stiff.
As I looked down towards my chest and my six feet four inch frame, I had a huge cock that was entering Hippolyta. It felt so good and so right as her tight warm vagina scratched my cock head. My chest was covered with body hair. As I gained my senses, I realized that I was now a mortal man. I was a man without super powers or abilities. I could feel pain and pleasure. For the first time in my life, I could not read anyone's mind or see the absolute truth. My empathy was gone.
How could this be? By what manner and method of magic had I been cursed? Even stranger than waking up and having sexual intercourse with my mother riding my cock, I had different memories, and different experiences. It was in this moment that I became cognitive of the fact I was now young Cyrus Gold (32) in body, mind, and spirit. It was fifty years before the events at Slaughter Swamp. Fifty years before he defeated me in combat.
We knew that it was Friday, 14 December 1894. We knew that I came here to meet with Hippolyta, a local dancer and prostitute that had worked at the Iceberg Club. We were to meet with her to discuss details about our plans to indict Vincent Falcone on racketeering charges. We knew that my affair with Hippolyta was a secret from my partner Selene Kyle. Selene was my secretary at the District Attorney's office here in Gotham City. We were not a married couple, but I knew Selene had strong feelings for me.
It had appeared to me that We were living the memories of Cyrus Gold or Solomon Grundy. That was our name fifty years ago. We remember now, that was our name. I could not affect the outcome of this destiny. I could only see and feel the experiences of Cyrus Gold. I ventured to guess that this was the destiny to how we became Solomon Grundy. We were the young handsome District Attorney for Gotham City. We knew that We were a single bachelor. Solomon Wayne had helped me work my way up through law school. He had donated the money for us to pay for law school. We were his project.
The memories that we could see in our mind did not contain future memories. Our mind only contained dreams. All that we knew was that we were thirty-two years old. We had violated our oath of public office by taking bribes from the local criminal bosses. At this time, the opium trade was in full bloom. We had spent time sleeping with prostitutes that worked at the Iceberg Club. That is how they trapped us. We sold our soul to Vincent Falcone for money and prostitution. For us, it was lust that was our greed. Cyrus Gold was a slave to it, We would do anything for it. The thought of not being able to have sex caused great anxiety in our mind. It was an obsession.
We knew that Hippolyta was here as an undercover agent for Judge Solomon Wayne. He vowed to clean up Gotham City from corruption. We were a part of that corruption. Hippolyta was here helping us to infiltrate the Iceberg Club. She had managed to get hired into this den of thieves by undergoing a gauntlet of sexual intercourse to prove that she was not an undercover cop or undercover Federal Agent. For thirty days, she had to endure sexual intercourse and sodomy to infiltrate the club to investigate the criminal organization from the inside.
In 1894, the Federal Bureau of Investigations did not exist. It was during this era in American History that organized Federal Agencies for law enforcement became a reality.
Judge Solomon Wayne was a leader in a local task force that was partnered with Federal Agencies to clean up the corruption. He was part of Charles Bonaparte's team to organize the National Bureau of Criminal Identification that was founded in 1896. After the President of the United States McKinley was assassinated, President Theodore Roosevelt created an organization with the US Attorney General Charles Bonaparte. On 26 July 1908, this would be renamed the Bureau of Investigations or BOI. And later in 1935, would become the Federal Bureau of Investigations.
Solomon Wayne's role in this was to rescue the women who were part of the "white slave trade." And, Gotham City and the Iceberg Club were at the heart of it. Cyrus Gold was looking for a way out of his problem. Judge Solomon had made a deal with Cyrus: help gather evidence on Vincent Falcone and he would be granted immunity from prosecution. And, this is how he came to know of Hippolyta. When we met about a year ago, she was working as a waitress in this cocktail bar here in Gotham City.
At the time, we had met Hippolyta at the Iceberg Club. The club was owned and managed by Theodore Cobblepot. He was a strange man. He was medium height and not very large in stature. I would put his height to be around five feet seven inches. Despite his outward facade, he was a kind man. He had been a wealthy man in years past. But, his wealth quickly evaporated by some ill advised investments. His greed was motivated by his desire to maintain his ownership of the Iceberg Club. The club had fallen onto hard times with the expansion of people migrating west in the expanding United States. He was forced to make a deal with Vincent Falcone.
Vincent Falcone was a local mobster in Gotham City. His family created their wealth around commerce. Much like the Wayne's made a fortune in international commerce, Vincent Falcone was a smart business man. His gift in life was that of the deal maker. Unfortunately, he found his greed in the criminal world. He was a tall man like Solomon Grundy. He stood around six feet four inches. He had broad shoulders, and he was a very handsome man. Despite his criminal methods and manners, he was a kind man too.
In their world view, Theodore Cobblepot and Vincent Falcone believed that the Iceberg Club served a need for the people in the world that had nowhere else to go. The place was a magnet for prostitution, gambling, and drugs. In a strange truth, the brothel served a rare economic outlet for women at the time. There were not many places that single women could find employment. Even if she had managed to obtain a college education, there was not many employment opportunities for the modern woman other than secretary, laundress, and seamstress.
In these days, Hippolyta ventured around the Americas by traveling from town to town and sharing in the experience of the mortals. In her travels, she routinely posed as a singer and dancer at local clubs. Occasionally, she worked as a prostitute. You may think that this was odd behavior for the Queen of the Amazon, but Hippolyta was not the sit-around-the-throne type of a queen. Like God Zeus would routinely walk around in the shoes of the immortals, Queen Hippolyta found real value in the same behavior. For Hippolyta, she felt that to understand the life of the modern woman that she needed to live like one.
At this time period in history, electric power was not yet widely available to the public. Gotham City's economics were mainly based on gas lamps and chemical methods to supply energy demands. People still rode horses and used wagons for mass transportation. The railroad was the modern marvel of the day. This was a stark contrast with the advanced technology of the immortal world that I grew up with twenty-eight hundred years ago. Our world had starships, teleporters, and holographic technology. I had recalled that as Diana Prince, I was traveling in Europe at this time. Much of this matter about Cyrus Gold and my mother was unknown to me. Mother never really talked about it with me.
As Amazon warriors, we were the workforce for the Gods of the Pantheon. We were the angels carrying out the will of our Goddess Athena. The other amazons were not as strong as Wonder Woman. They were immortal, but they did not possess my Vision of Truth, my telepathy and empathy. At least, they did not possess those abilities to the degree that Wonder Woman had. Hippolyta did have the power of telepathy. She was [15^35] stronger than a normal human of her mass. Immortals could be injured like mortals but could not die. Our bodies could regenerate. Hippolyta's body regenerated 15 times faster than a mortal woman. If injured significantly, our bodies would enter into a hypo-regenerative state. This could be a long process to heal. If Hippolyta's mass was 100% injured, then she would heal at 5 pound a day until her body was at least 30% healed. Then, she would heal two times that rate per day until she was 60 percent healed in body mass. Once above 60% her body would heal at 10 pounds a day until 90% of her mass was healed. At 90% healed her body would heal at her normal hyper-regenerative state or 15 pounds a day.
The Iceberg Club was much the same today as it will be in 1943. It had a large service area on the ground floor and second floor. The third and fourth floors were reserved for the prostitutes. On the fourth floor of the tall building, this is where I had found myself this night. In the year 1894, four stories was the limit of technologies in contemporary building projects. I had known through Hippolyta that the Falcone's group used powerful magic. I was told that they could watch and hear our every actions. As a 19th century man, I found this hard to believe. Magic in the 19th century Gotham, how silly, yet how real.
Vincent Falcone had been a crime boss in Gotham for about ten years. And, I was powerless to sense who provided him with that magic. I could only assume Circe or Ares. But they had not revealed themselves to be actors in this epic play. Even in 1943 Gotham, they had not shown themselves. But, I had to assume that they were watching. If we did not play along with Hippolyta and convince our watchers of our cover story, they could come in here and kill us both.
Unknown to Cyrus Gold, Hippolyta was an immortal, he naturally thought that she was a twenty-five year old woman, so we felt fear for our lives. I learned that on some level of consciousness that Cyrus hated the fact that his actions had led to Hippolyta's prostitution. The emotion of guilt strangled at our heart muscles. This noble woman had endured so much to help set us free from this criminal tyranny. She was not being paid for her help. I could feel that he had loved her with all his heart. And, for everyday that she would endure, then he would be there to endure it with her in heart and in soul. With hindsight, I suppose that Hippolyta wanted to stay near us to make sure that we were not harmed by the evil mobsters. Hippolyta used our sexual intercourse to get near me to communicate. She used a written pad of paper and wrote in stenograph. She knew that as an attorney, I was knowledgeable with using stenography.
"Do not be alarmed young Cyrus. Do not talk in voice. They are watching and listening to our every actions and words. We must perform for them this night. Can you see the crystal orb mounted in the ceiling? It is a soul stone. They are used to monitor people's actions from afar. And it obscures my telepathy" Hippolyta said.
Through Cyrus Gold's mind and eyes I could read his thoughts and watch his actions. We responded to her note.
"Do you think they will consider us passing notes to be unusual for a sexual encounter Hippolyta?" Cyrus asked.
"We have to risk it this night young Cyrus. Also, I have been working the floor here for nearly a year now. Us women had been passing notes to our male clients frequently during our services. We may go unnoticed."
Hippolyta had continued with our intercourse. She was immensely strong for her size. She was five feet nine inches, and we were six feet four inches. Her athletic body was on display for our eyes to marvel upon. It was a tight and a hard physique. She laid upon our cock going up and down. She had found a comfortable position on top of us and laid her right leg across our abdominal muscles. She just sat there taking us into her. Her well developed muscles in her sexual organ had sucked on our cock so wonderfully and so right. She had begun to utter some chant. Cyrus did not know what it was, but I could tell that it was an Amazon Protection Spell. It would protect Cyrus from any foul magic that would harm him. And, it would protect him from the probing eyes of the soul stone.
With only our sexual intercourse to provide the medium to transfer the magical spell, Hippolyta waited for our climax to cast it. This was a new experience for me. I had experienced a male orgasm with my telepathy, and empathy, but it was a different experience for me as an actual man. My groin muscles had tightened up. I felt like I was going to explode. There was not the usual build up of heat in my chest as a female orgasm tends to have. Although, my body was sweating. In one short moment, we fired are seed into Hippolyta. She released her orgasm on top of me. Her sexual fluids drained its warm fluid on top of me. The scent of our combined musk continued to fuel my lust. Our sexual intercourse was complete. She had leaned forward and had kissed us on the lips.
The door to the room burst open as a group of men forced themselves into the room. They seized Hippolyta's body and our body. They sprayed Hippolyta with a powerful gas that I would later find out was a strong form of chloroform. The anesthesia caused her to fall unconscious. The four enormously sized men on either side of us arrested our nude bodies at once. Why they only gassed Hippolyta, we did not know. The next thing that we knew and know is that a rag was placed over my mouth. My mouth was made silent by some rag that was stuffed in it. Both our nude bodies were carried off to a private area located in the basement of the building. My arms were secured by some chains that were attached high into the overhead ceiling. My legs were shackled by strong steel clamps that were bolted to a concrete floor.
Hippolyta was placed into an adjacent room that was separated by a large glass window. The room was a concrete structure. The men placed her nude body on the ground. Then, they placed a chain on her bracelets. They welded the bracelets together with the chain links. The other side of the chain, they bolted to a steel pole that was sticking out of the floor. The pole stood about three feet out of the ground. Then, they placed a strange glowing crystal next to the pole. Unknown to Cyrus, the crystal was an omega diamond crystal.
Omega Crystals were a rare element found in the immortal realm. When tuned to the correct harmonic frequency, they could render an Immortal helpless. Apparently, these villains were aware that Hippolyta was an immortal. No doubt they were given this information by Ares or Circe. Mortals did not have the technology to forge such an element. The omega particles had a natural property that could separate an immortals link to the spiritual realm. Essentially, it would de-energize the immortal from their power source. After the men secured Hippolyta to the steel pole with the chain, they shut the door to the room and sealed Hippolyta in her cell.
Next, the men focused their attention on us. First, they had begun to take turns punching us in the stomach, chest, and groin. For twenty minutes or so, We had to endure the beat down. As time went on, we speculated that they were only trying to get our attention. Their attacks did not break any bones or cause any severe internal trauma to our body. After they completed their beat down, the door to the room opened and in walked a group of people.
In the group of people that had walked into the room, we could only recognize two of them. The first was Theodore Cobblepot, the other man was Vincent Falcone, and the woman was Goddess Circe. Cyrus did not recognize Goddess Circe, and I could not tell him. The three strolled into the room and walked over to the area where my body was fettered to the ground and ceiling. The woman walked over to the window and peered into the cell that housed Hippolyta. She had found amusement at seeing Hippolyta bound by chain to the concrete floor.
"Are you pleased with the turn of events my Queen?" Falcone asked.
"Yes, I am very pleased. For months, I have waited for this moment. For months, I have savored the time when I would make Hippolyta suffer." Circe said.
"And who is this mortal?" Circe asked.
"He is the man who is working with Judge Solomon Wayne to expose my criminal empire to the Federal authorities. He is the man who had his female confederate steal my accounting books. He is Cyrus Gold, the District Attorney for Gotham County." Falcone said.
"He is handsome. I can see why Hippolyta likes this one. She always did have a soft heart for the tall and handsome man. No doubt, she thinks she can save this immortal." Circe said.
"Has he revealed any information?" Falcone asked.
"No, my men were just softening him up to interrogation, Don Falcone." Cobblepot said.
Circe probed my body with her soft hands. Like Hippolyta, Circe was 3500 years old. She was immortal too. Her powers were the product of sorcery. For Goddess Circe, her greed was her appetite to grow her magic. She maintained her immortal beauty throughout the ages. Her specialty was turning men into [beast] and women into feline animals. She used her hands to grab onto my sexual organ. The pressure from the compressive grip made us wench in pain.
"I am afraid this one will not be swayed by violence to talk." Circe said.
"My Queen, I assure you that my methods are effective." Cobblepot said.
"No Mr. Cobblepot, this one has been bewitched by our Amazon Queen. He will not betray her love." Circe said.
"Then, by what manner and method should we use to acquire the information we need?" Cobblepot asked.
"We will rely on magical techniques to interrogate the immortal. As for the Amazon Queen, any pain we can cause to her will be entertaining. When you are done entertaining our guest, bring the mortal man to my chambers." Circe said.
"Yes my Queen." Cobblepot said.
A group of men had removed the bonds from our arms and legs. We made a desperate attempt to charge at our captures. They immediately attacked my body. The force of their attack had knocked us to the ground. I am afraid the Cyrus did not have much training in hand to hand combat. The men grabbed our upper arms and dragged our body forward. Our destination was to Goddess Circe's chamber.
The men led our body to a small open section of the wall in the lower level of the club. Then, we passed through the wall. On the other side of the wall was a large room. We had passed through a dimensional teleporter. Where we ended up was unknown.
"You are in [Aeaea] young Cyrus Gold." Circe said.
Hippolyta's Journal
Friday, 14 December 1894.
This part of my report will reflect on my time while I was in Gotham City, Maryland in 1894. Because there are several parts to this complex narrative and because the linear nature of this document requires a step-by-step explanation, Diana and I had decided to fit these details into the report at this time. Since Diana's viewpoint was from a complex nature having been transported into Solomon Grundy's mind, we thought that it would be best to split the narrative into two points of view.
Background Information
To make things clear to the reader of this official report, I thought that it would be best at this time to tell the story of how I came to be a working prostitute at the Iceberg Club. First, I will give some history of the events prior to the night of the report to give the reader a better understanding of the facts. Second, I will connect some of the plot points on the Federal Investigation by Solomon Wayne. Last, I will tell the story from my point of view of what had occurred on Friday, 14 December 1894, [moon phase Full Moon].
('My tenure at the Iceberg Club had been from an independent path than Cyrus Gold's path. I had been living in New Orleans, Louisiana for a year before moving to Gotham City. With a new century upon us by the mortal's standard of time keeping, I had been quickly approaching 3500 years old. I had been feeling the winds-of-change vastly approaching, and my spirit was guiding me east to Gotham City. My trek through the United States was coming to an end. I wanted to return to Themiscyra. My time living as a pioneer-woman in the wilderness was soon to be over. Gotham City would be my last adventure in the New World until 1943.')
During my sojourn in the New World, I had come to learn and had come to know many people. My mission was to study and learn about the life of mortal women and to help guide them. During my long stay, I went to a mortal college in Maryland known as the Gotham Medical School in the late 1850's. During the 19th century, it was almost impossible for women to attend the college and become doctors. But after a long process and after completing many test, I was admitted to the college. Because I was a skilled medical physician and a medical surgeon in the immortal realm, it was not difficult for me to graduate from the school. Immortal medicine was far more advanced than the mortal medical practice in the 19th century. My travel in the new world throughout this one hundred year period found me employed as either a doctor or a prostitute. In some towns, I was both a doctor and a prostitute. This mission in the New World brought to me the understanding of prostitution. In my world, the immortal realm, prostitution was not considered a crime or immoral behavior. When the Pagans ruled the world thousands of years ago, sexuality and pleasure were considered normal acts between men and women.
Since the last dark age in Europe (note: there have been four dark ages since the time of Klytemnestra's reign with Agamemnon, the Abraham religions became popular in the Western Civilizations. The Christian religion had taken a foot-hole in Western and Central Europe. Likewise, the Islamic and its modern adaptation, the Muslim religion, had taken hold in the eastern parts of Europe, northern parts of Africa, and the western areas of Asia. From the fall of The Roman Empire until the age of enlightenment, colonies became the dominant industry in man's world. The word colony is from the Latin word "colonus" or "coloni." These words translate to the English word for "farmer" or "farm." So, a colony was essentially a state of farms. In these old colonies, agriculture was the economic engine.
The old colonies of Europe had been transforming and growing into world powers. These young world powers like the United States were becoming a new world order. These new world orders had made marriage an institution of government. Naturally, the theological based tyrannical governments required the citizens to ask for the permission of the state to get married. Naturally, this was man's attempt at playing God on the larger population.
As a result of these governmental policies, prostitution was outlawed. However, the Kings in Europe had incorporated Courtesans or court prostitutes into official state matters to affect negotiations and foreign policies. In the New World, all men were created equal. Unfortunately, this policy did not include women. So, in 19th Century America, the frontier woman found herself in need of money. In the modern contractual society, money was the method that people exchanged for their labors. At least, this is what Adam Smith had believed that in "The Wealth of Nations."
In the 19th Century, in the Gregorian Calendar System, steam power and machinery began to slowly replace agriculture as the dominant industry. The manufacturers of the new world and old world began to acquire great wealth and great power. The world was being divided into the republicans [merchants] and the democrats [anarchist]. The republicans sought to protect the merchants, the manufacturers, and the laborers. The democrats sought to protect the individual's place in the wilderness.
In many ways, the political conflicts between the republicans and the democrats paralleled the spiritual battle between Goddess Athena and God Ares. Goddess Athena, the compassionate spirit and God Ares, the passionate spirit. Neither deity was wrong nor right. Each of them representing a different aspect of human nature. One nature feral and free [anarchy] and the other tamed and disciplined [republic]. In the middle of these two Titans was Goddess Aphrodite and God Eros. They were the politics or the methods and manner by which human nature expressed itself.
Each of us struggled with our own internal spirits. In psychology, this centers around the limbic system. In the limbic system, the left and right amygdala performs these functions in our brains. These brain structures or nuclei helped us to do things for the self [the evil] or do things for the others [the good]. In the older Pagan culture, the term "evil" meant the self, and the term "good" meant the others. Through the ages, these words have been transformed into bad and not bad.
It was our duty as Titans or Immortals to teach mortals that there is a moment for the good and a moment for the evil. In a spiritual way, sexual intercourse was a moment when these two human natures came together. In that one moment, each person must give all of themselves and take all from another self. True love-making was the one human behavior that people could give all of themselves but never truly possess the other.
In 19th Century Gotham, these two natures expressed themselves in law and order, and unlawful and chaotic lifestyles. On one side, there was Judge Solomon Wayne. He was compassionate and disciplined. On the other side, there was Vincent Falcone. He was passionate and undisciplined. Not that he was without cunning. Cunning is a product of instincts. In the middle of their conflict were Cyrus Gold, Theodore Cobblepot, and Joshua Wayne. These three had lost their soul and one of them would lose their life. And in the middle of this conflict, Margaret Shaw had been forgotten.
In Gotham after the Panic of 1893, many women, who were still single, had to find the means to acquire money. For many young women, who were still young and without a husband, prostitution was one method for labor. The female prostitute found herself living outside of the rule of law. Many local municipalities did not openly arrest prostitutes. And, their profession was often practiced in places that were fronts for criminal organizations. The Iceberg Club in Gotham City was one of these places. So, in the late fall of 1893, I found myself riding into Gotham City.
The last time I was in the city, it was 1863. The United States was in a civil war, and Maryland was set in the middle of it. At the time, I was working as a doctor mending wounds for the soldiers from the battlefields. Wayne Manor had been a field hospital for the United States Army. These suites had been the original purpose of the areas of Wayne Manor that Etta Candy had describe earlier. In addition, prior to the War, the manor served as a safe-house for negro slaves running away from the southern parts of America. Charles Arwin Wayne had used the manor to hide the runaway slaves and to educate them for accommodation into the free states. It was Charles Arwin Wayne that used his political influence that allowed for me to go to medical school and to become a licensed Doctor in the late 1850's. Charles had two sons, Solomon the eldest son, and Joshua the youngest son. I had met Charles years ago before his sons were born. I worked at the manor as a medical doctor. Charles was aware of my advanced medical training. When the war started, I had returned to Wayne Manor to work as a doctor. As the Army of the Potomac marched north into Pennsylvania, I had followed with the supply wagons and supply trains to help the field hospital.
It was from being a doctor that I met Solomon Wayne. He had been shot in a recent battle in a small town north of Gotham City, named Gettysburg, and I had been assigned to his care. His wife, Amelia, had just had a baby son. Due to the war, Solomon Wayne had not been home yet to see his son, Alan Wayne. I had helped Solomon write his letters to his wife during his time at the army hospital. Due to his injuries, he had not been able to write for himself.
While Living in New Orleans, Louisiana in 1863, I had read a disturbing news report in the local newspaper. Joshua Wayne had been shot dead in an alley way at a local theater in Gotham City. I had decided to travel back to Gotham City. This is where my trek in the new world had begun in 1800, and this is where it had ended in 1894.
In the year 1893, there had been an economic disaster which had been named the "Panic of 1893." The economic depression had been felt worldwide. The working theory at the time by economists had been that a failed wheat crop and a failed revolution in Argentina had caused a run on American banks. In 1893, the Sherman Silver Purchase Act of 1890, and the protectionist McKinley Tariff Act of 1890 were believed to have been responsible for this economic depression.
When I had arrived in Gotham County in 1893, I had decided to go to Wayne Manor and pay my respects. I had talked to Judge Solomon and his wife Amelia. Alan Wayne was now a grown man at the age of 30 years old. He had become a medical doctor and worked at the local Gotham Memorial Hospital. The funeral had been a small affair. Joshua had been a banker and had been a venture capitalist at the Gotham City Bank. It had been during this time that Solomon had relayed to me that his brother had been murdered by Vincent Falcone.
Solomon had known that I was an immortal woman and the Queen of the Amazons. He had asked me if I would help him investigate the Iceberg Club for him. Of course, I had accepted the position and had recommended that I go deep undercover in the investigation. I had parked my ship near Wayne Manor. For the first several weeks, I had made a surveillance of the Iceberg Club and had collected photographic and audio recordings of people at the club. I had put the full resources of my ship's computers to gather evidence.
It had been from this data that I had learned who all the cast of characters were at the Iceberg Club. Once I had completed my initial investigation of the club, and had consulted with Solomon Wayne on local details, I began my employment there as a prostitute. Because of the high unemployment rate at around 11 percent, many women were seeking employment in prostitution at the time. This had provided for me a decent cover story for my motives. At first, I had been able to obtain a job there as a waitress and singer. My skills with the piano and various other musical instruments had proved invaluable. Later, my skills as a courtesan had created a revenue stream for the club owner, Theodore Cobblepot, and myself.
It had been during this time that I had met Cyrus Gold and Margaret Shaw. I had been working the lunch hour at the club when the hostess, Margaret Shaw had seated him in my section. Margaret was a stunning brunette with legs a mile long. She was much like Etta Candy. Same height and build and charisma. She was a talented actress and prostitute. Everyone loved her. When I started at the club, Margaret had been assigned as my trainer. Theodore had put us together on the floor because men flocked in during the day to see us. Cyrus Gold was a handsome man. He stood at a height of six feet four inches. He had broad shoulders and a firm set of buttocks. I fell in love with him instantly. He must have been aware of it because when he had noticed me staring in his direction he gave me a look over that melted my soul. I guess that it must be true that I have a weakness for strong men.
After some time, I had come to learn that Cyrus Gold was the local District Attorney. I met him and his secretary, Selene Kyle, on a few occasions. During this time period, I had not worked as a prostitute yet. Theodore Cobblepot, the owner of the club did not want to overwhelm me at first. He had insisted that I needed to learn the menu first. The club had a great training program that had the women take test to learn the menu. Also, many of the women received some education training. Theodore believed that if the women were hosting a higher class of clients, then the prostitutes needed to have an education.
For what it had been worth, Theodore Cobblepot was a kind man. He had looked out for the women under his employment. As a pimp, he had been easy to work with and had been fair with the distribution of cash funds. If it had not been for the economic depression that had cost him a fortune, he would have paid off his debts to Vincent Falcone.
Vincent Falcone on the other hand, he had lost a fortune from the economic collapse. Through my contacts at the club and physical evidence that I had collected, I had learned that Falcone had heavily invested in the wheat market in Argentina. Also, he had put money into silver at the time. He had taken a huge risk by investing into bonds that needed to back the notes backed by silver. The United States was on the Gold Standard at the time. And in the 1880's, silver had enjoyed an economic boom. When the attempted coup in Argentina failed, and the wheat market failed in Argentina, Mr. Falcone's railroad company FCX went bankrupt. Along with that, his silver investments had fallen short when European bankers started selling off their American notes.
Falcone had publicly criticized Joshua Wayne for encouraging the passage of the Sherman Silver Purchase Act of 1890, and the protectionist McKinley Tariff Act of 1890. I had discovered that Falcone had been hired by Argentinean Revolutionist to assassinate Joshua Wayne in 1893. Part of a political movement called the Populist. They believed that Joshua Wayne had supported the Jews. They believed that Jewish bankers had been responsible for the poverty in Argentina and the failed wheat crop in 1893.
I had learned through my investigation that Margaret Shaw had been hired as an escort by Joshua Wayne to attend a show at the Gotham Theater. They were to attend a play. One night, after Margaret and I had a sexual encounter, she had relayed to me a story about how she had witness a murder a year ago. She had described to me in detail about how the assassin, John Foley had come out of the shadows and had shot Joshua Wayne. It has been through my investigation that I had learned that Foley had been a long time hit-man employed by Falcone.
I had arranged for Margaret and the accounting books to be smuggled out of the club with Cyrus Gold's help and another inside confederate, Master I-Ching. I-Ching had been hired as a chef for the kitchen staff on my recommendation. I knew that Cyrus Gold had made an arrangement with Solomon Wayne's Federal Task Force investigating Vincent Falcone. He had agreed to help me gather evidence on Falcone for Wayne. This would grant him immunity from prosecution.
The night that we had been apprehended by Falcone's people. We had just helped Margaret Shaw escape the club with the accounting books. Cyrus Gold had arranged for her to be kept at a safe house. Only Cyrus Gold and Solomon Wayne had known where Margaret Shaw had been moved. Cyrus Gold did not even share this information with his long time secretary Selene Kyle.
Selene Kyle in those days had been a young attractive woman. How she had been able to maintain her age and vitality into 1943, I suspected that it had to do with Goddess Circe. Throughout the centuries, Goddess Circe had attracted followers of with dark natures. With female minions, Circe transformed them into feline beastiamorphs. With men, Circe would transform them into various beast like wolves, bats, and apes. In 1893, Circe was able to mask her magical spells from me by using soul stones throughout the club.
Soul stones were essentially orbs that contained spiritual energy used for magical practices. I think that this is the ideal place in the narrative to explain what the soul was and why magical practitioners sought to collect the souls. The soul is an orb the surrounds all living things. The soul is what channels spiritual energy into the plane of existence or what practitioners of the Tarot called "earth."
The God Poseidon governs over the plane of Earth. In Paganism, there are four essential elements: fire, air, water, and earth. When creativity happens in the multiverse, it begins with a spark or the lightning bolt in the spiritual plane or the plane of fire. The God Zeus governs over the realm of fire or the spiritual plane. This spark is only raw energy that is separated from matter. It cannot exist in the plane of Earth until it takes on a structure or crystallizes.
As the spark grows, it passes into the plane of air, and it begins to cool off. The shell that forms or the membrane is the soul. As the spark cools off it begins to be less abstract and polarizes into its duel nature. This is why the air sign in Astrology and the Tarot are symbolized by the sword or the Athame. This takes on the basic building blocks or ideas. Goddess Athena governs over this plane.
After the spark matures into the orb or the soul, it condenses into the realm of water. Like drops of water make up the ocean, the spark matures and begins to have weight or three dimensions. Unlike the logical world of air, water has value. Water gives us the dimensions of past, present, and future. Statements of value are called opinions. They take statements of facts or the logical aspects of something and give the facts perspective. This is sometimes referred to as relativity. This is where emotions, feelings, and anxiety begin.
After the spark matures into the soul and then matures to the drop of water, it can be applied to some structure or some physical thing. For things to exist in the plane of earth it must have structure. A good example of this phenomena is language. And more specifically, this is what letters and words accomplish. A person takes the creative spark from their imagination or the divine spark from Zeus and writes the idea down on paper in the form of words and written language. The idea has now been brought into the physical realm.
The written work after being born out of the mind of the person now exist for the person to grow and to nurture. Likewise, some other person can take the idea on paper and nurture it into some other thing.
How does this relate to the soul?
A good question. The orb that binds the physical being to the spiritual multiverse is called the soul. The soul contains enormous potential spiritual energy. The soul functions as a conduit that channels spiritual energy into the physical world. This is why in the immortal physics we use spiritual mass and spiritual energy to calculate these processes. Each person has a soul, and the soul collects spiritual energy. For each one hundred years that a mortal, meta-human, and immortal lives, their energy grows by an exponent of one.
To understand these concepts, it is important to understand that there are four classifications of meta-humans. The scale begins with humans or Anatomically Modern Humans (AMH). The lowest class of meta-humans are the class one meta-humans. Their attributes are three times that of the AMH. Next, the second class of meta-humans are the class two meta-humans. Their attributes are six times that of the AMH. Next, the third class of meta-humans are the class four meta-humans. Their attributes are nine times the attributes of the AMH. Lastly, the fourth class of meta-humans have twelve times the attributes as the AMH.
For the immortals and the undead beings, their attributes are fifteen times the AMH. For each century that an immortal or undead lives, their power grows exponentially by the power of one.
In my case, I am 3500 years old. In my normal Titan body or avatar, my attributes of strength, dexterity, toughness, constitution, intelligence, wisdom, and other basic attributes are fifteen times that of a Anatomically Modern Human or AMH. So my physical mass is [155 pounds] but my spiritual mass is [15515 = 2335 pounds]. For every century that I have existed, mortal and immortal, my attributes have grown [15^35 = 1.46 x 10^41]. So, that makes my spiritual mass [23351.46x10^41 = 3.40 x 10^44 pounds]. That makes my potential spiritual energy in my soul at 3.40x10^44 * c^2 = 1.18x10^55 joules. In comparison, the physical Earth Sun produces 3.80x10^26 joules per second.
This is what gives immortals and meta-humans their super powers. This is why immortals and some magical practitioners seek out souls to collect. Without a soul, when mortals pass on into the plane of Tartarus, they remain in a state of limbo or they are in a state of homo-zombia or what are commonly known as zombies. The mortal soul can possess [155 pounds x c^2 = 5.36x10^12 joules of spiritual energy.]
One can conclude from this brief explanation that mortal souls and meta-human souls are extremely valuable to the magical practitioner. However, due to the divine law passed down to the mortals by the sacrifice of the Titan Prometheus, he sacrificed himself so that man-kind would have free will. So, the great division of the immortal realm, mortal realm, and underworld put the mortals in their own realm. The Titans could no longer interfere in man`s world directly. Only if mortals asked of their own volition for a God to interfere was it permissible.
In the Amazons case, we were heralds of Athena, we were tasked with guiding mortals along the path of justice. Likewise, Ares and Circe had their own mortal followers; Selene Kyle, Vincent Falcone, and Baroness Von Gunther. In these mortals cases, they signed a contract so that their souls became the property of the Gods and Goddesses.
The Night of 14 December 1894
After I had escorted Margaret Shaw out of the club and had I-Ching sneak her out of town by wagon. I had returned to my hotel suite on the fourth floor of the club. The fourth floor was reserved for the best escorts. All of our rooms had soul stones embedded into the ceiling of the rooms. Our rooms had been heated by steam pipes that came up through the flooring. The lamps were oil lamps. Myself, I had my own set of candles to light the room.
I had arranged for Cyrus Gold to call on me for the night. I had arranged for Margaret to see a doctor. I had given Margaret an elixir to simulate a bacterial infection. This allowed for me to cover all her clients, and would not draw suspicion from Theodore Cobblepot. Master I-Ching had managed to slip away and had taken Margaret to Wayne Manor. At Wayne Manor, Margaret would be safe from Vincent Falcone.
I had been aware that the club had been protected by powerful magical spells. I knew from the magical scent that it was the work of Goddess Circe. Although, in my entire time at the club, I had not encountered Goddess Circe. It is important to know that it was unknown to anyone that Selene Kyle was working for Vincent Falcone. A fact that would prove fatal for Margaret Shaw and Cyrus Gold by morning.
Cyrus and I had returned to my room. We thought that it was best to lay low at the club. Unknown to us, plans had been put in motion that I would not be fully cognizant of until 1943. I used our sexual intercourse to cast a magical protection spell on to Cyrus Gold. At the time, I thought the spell would protect Cyrus. I would learn latter that it would be his doom. Also, I had casted a protection spell on Margaret earlier in the day to protect her from being harmed by magic. This proved to be my second mistake.
So, here I laid in my make-shift prison in the basement levels of the club. I had awaken from my anesthesia induced sleep with my arms chained to a metal stake embedded into the concrete floor. My bracelets welded together by the links of the metal chain. The chain pulled my arms over my head in a very uncomfortable condition. Next to the stake that anchored my chain to the floor was a crystal orb that I had immediately recognized as an omega diamond.
As it was not enough that the welded links that bound my bracelets together sapped my strength, my super powers were negated by the omega particles radiating from the omega diamond. My body was left nude as I laid there on the cold concrete floor. As my mind oriented to the environment, my attention was disturbed by the voice of Theodore Cobblepot.
"Welcome back Hippolyta." Theodore said.
"Thank you, Theodore." I replied.
"It is with regret that I am forced to treat you like this Hippolyta. My employer, Vincent Falcone has instructed me to recover a few important facts from you tonight." He said.
"And, what if I refuse to cooperate with you?" I asked.
"Then, the boys and I are going to be forced to do horrible things to that pretty body of yours Hippolyta."
Diana's Journal
14 December 1894
After the guards led us through the portal to Circe's lair, our body was placed on top of a marble table. Our arms and legs were secured to the table with rope binds. Myself, I was just a passenger on this trip. I was unable to affect a change to the circumstances that Cyrus was experiencing. I could only share the experiences with him.
Circe stood before us. She sent the guards away so that we could be alone with her. Like Cyrus Gold, Goddess Circe was a Scorpio. Scorpio is a water sign. Water signs have a tendency to suck up the dark energy around them and then transform, transmute, or transfer the dark energy into something. In Scorpio's case, they transformed their energy. This transformation was a spiritual form of death and rebirth.
Goddess Circe had a habit of collecting dark magic from her loyal subjects, and in return, she would transform them into beastiamorphs. This would allow her to collect the souls she required to conjure up her magic.
Goddess Circe was a sorceress. She had been a sorceress for 3500 years. Like Queen Hippolyta, and myself, her soul possessed great spiritual energy. Her gift was that of a spell caster. Through her will alone, she could craft powerful spells. She possessed the power of clairvoyance. This is the ability to see the future. The problem with the ability to see the future is that, like dreams, it appears to us in a dream state. The future appears as images to us. Like memories are images of the past, the future is just images of what could be.
Memories over time tend to fade into the abstract where it is difficult to distinguish them from dreams. The details begin to have gaps. The mind tends to fill in the gaps with irregularities. The future is the same way. Future thoughts create anxiety [imagination]. Past thoughts create emotion [memories].
Through these future images, Goddess Circe would become obsessive about her anxieties. These anxieties would lead to compulsive behavior. Because the Goddess Circe was immortal, she would carry her obsessions and her compulsions over decades or, even centuries. When she became fixated on some idea or some vision, she could spend many years putting the pieces together.
In Cyrus Gold's case, he was just a stepping stone to one of her long term plans.
"Welcome to Aeaea, Cyrus Gold." Circe said. Her manner was very polite and kind.
"Where is Aeaea?" We asked.
"Aeaea is a small island off the coast of Greece. Mr. Gold." She said.
Circe stayed in constant motion during the conversation. She was busy preparing some magical ritual. Her workflow had her moving back in forth from table to table and back to her book.
"What is it that you want with me, Miss?" We asked.
"I am sorry, Mr. Gold, forgive my manners. I am the Goddess Circe. I have been asked to retrieve some information that you possess that Mr. Falcone requires." She said.
"Do you work for Vincent Falcone, Miss Circe?" We asked.
"Oh, heavens no. Ha ha," she laughed, "Mister Falcone, your employer, requires information to keep him out of prison. You have been reluctant to tell Mr. Falcone what he needs to know."
"What is your relation with Mr. Falcone? I have known Mister Falcone for a long time, but I have never met you."
"Yes, well, I tend to stay here in Aeaea, but Mr. Ares asked me to help Mr. Falcone out with his legal problems. It would seem that you stole some important things from Mister Falcone: a set of books, and a woman, Margaret Shaw."
"So what, are you going to do some hocus pocus magic on me?"
"Ha ha, something like that." She paused for a moment, then she walked over to the table. She was dressed in a revealing outfit. Cyrus couldn't stop looking her over. "I see that you are pleased by my figure Mr. Gold."
"I would be lying if I said no, Miss Circe."
Circe looked Cyrus Gold up and down with her mesmerizing stare. Her soft hazel eyes complimented her radiant red hair. He was pleased with her 37 - 24 - 36 figure. Circe was just a little taller than Etta Candy at a height of 66 inches tall. I would figure her weight to be around 142 pounds. She had the classic inverted triangle shape. Whereas Hippolyta's and my shape were forged from years of exercise, Circe's shape was natural. I would imagine she exercised to maintain the shape. Believe it or not, immortals have to exercise to maintain their body shape.
Circe smiled as she ran her fingers along our sexual organ. Our body had an immediate reaction to the sensation. Cyrus was not lying to Hippolyta when he told her that women were his weakness. I could feel our heart beat faster as anxiety crept its way into the moment.
"My, you are a sensitive man, Mister Gold. I can see why Hippolyta loves you." Circe said.
"You know Hippolyta?" We asked.
"Oh yes, Hippolyta and I go back to the old country. You are definitely her type of man: Tall and athletic."
Circe continue to rub our cock. Our muscles stiffened up as she played with our nether regions. I was beginning to see how different male and female physiology were. Although, I have years of experience with the male sensations through my empathy and telepathy, but being a man had some unique qualities that did not really transfer through empathic connections. The internal sensations seemed stronger being the actual person. The combined perception of Cyrus's mind and my own perception of having Circe feel me up caused my own spiritual anxieties to stir.
"It would seem that Hippolyta has put a protection spell on you Cyrus. I can smell her vaginal juices all over you. I will need to prep you before I can begin the ritual." Circe said.
"Ritual, what ritual?" We asked.
"Yes, the protection spell that Hippolyta cast on you is powerful. She must have blessed you during sexual intercourse. To cast my own spell, will require intimate contact with the host to be effective." She said.
Circe turned to call for her assistants.
"Guards!"
Two large men approached the table.
"Guards, clean the host's body for me while I prepare the spell." She commanded.
For the next fifteen minutes, the two guards used a soft sponge with a bucket of cold water to clean our body off. The brushing was not kind. We just bared through the pain as the guards took great pleasure in busting our balls with the sponge and the brush. Without removing the ropes binding us to the table, they loosen the ropes enough to turn our body over on the table. Except for the spot where our body had laid on the table, the rest of the table was cold. The sensation of the cold surface and cold air reduced our erection to a non-flattering size.
The two guards continued to brush our back with the soap and water. When completed, they hosed us off with more cold water. Once that was completed, they toweled dried our back. Then, they rolled us over and dried our anterior side. Surprisingly, the two guards dried the table off too.
"Excellent bath, my guards. You may go now." Circe commanded.
Circe walked over to her book and began to write some words on a piece of paper.
"What are you doing?" We asked.
"All spells require four elements to be successful. Those four elements are fire, air, water, and earth. The table is earth [pentacle], the paper and spell is air [censor], the candles are fire [wand], and the pool under the table is water [cup]. The moon is full, so it is in the correct alignment, but the sun is in Sagittarius or 24 degrees of Zeus." Circe said.
"What does that mean?" We asked.
"For a spell to be successful, it draws spiritual energy from the surrounding celestial bodies. I must calculate the correct moment to cast the spell for maximum effectiveness.
Because, Hippolyta casted a protection spell on your body, mind, and spirit, I must use a complimentary spell to harmonize with her spell to get you to do are bidding. In other words, I cannot break the protection spell, but because you signed a contract with Ares years ago, I can cast a spell to compliment the contract."
"Contract?" Cyrus asked.
Cyrus Gold's mind drifted back to a time when we were a teenager (17). It was 1880, our mother Maggie Gold was dying from Consumption [Tuberculosis]. She was placed in a sanatorium in Gotham City. How she contracted the disease is unknown. A stranger came along and offered us a deal. He offered to cure our mother's illness in exchange for a promise to do a favor for him in the future. Unknown to young Cyrus, who was seventeen at the time, the stranger was the God Ares.
Ares fulfilled his offer and cured our mother's illness. Unfortunately, Maggie was killed several days later when a tornado destroyed our home. That is how we came to know Judge Solomon Wayne. He was the official who settled Maggie's affairs for the state. After learning about young Cyrus Gold's tragedy after Maggie received a clean prognosis from Consumption by the local doctors at the sanatorium, Solomon Wayne was so moved by the story, that he took a personal interest in helping us go to college and eventually to law school.
Our father, Walter Gold, had died in the battle of Gettysburg in 1863. We were born three months later. Except for a faded drawing, we have no real memory or image of our father. Walter Gold was only nineteen years old when he died. He was a young private who had joined the Army of the Potomac for the state of Maryland. He was in Solomon Gold's brigade that suffered severe casualties during the battle.
Maggie Gold was only nineteen when Walter died. She raised us with her mother's help until she [Maggie] died at thirty-six years old. It was understandable why Cyrus made the deal that he did with Ares at the time. The emptiness of never knowing our father, and the long time it takes for Consumption to take its toll on our mother was difficult to cope with at seventeen years old.
"Did you forget about the contract you signed with the God Ares?" Circe asked.
"Truthfully, I did forget about that. After Mom died in the tornado that destroyed our house, I never really had time to think about it, Miss Circe." He said.
Circe smiled at Cyrus's politeness.
"I understand that you feel an emotional connection to help your mentor Solomon Wayne with his personal tragedy. And, I know that on some level that you care for Hippolyta and Margaret Shaw. You would never betray them being a Scorpio. Scorpio's are committed to their spiritual contracts and spiritual policies. So, I am going to do you a favor, Mister Gold." Circe said.
"And, what is this favor." Cyrus asked.
"All that you have to do is go over and fetch Margaret Shaw and retrieve Mr. Falcone's accounting books that you and your confederates stole. Once that is done, your contract with Mr. Ares will be fulfilled." Circe said.
"And, what if I say no to your proposal?" Cyrus asked.
"Ha ha, you do not have a choice in the matter." She said.
Goddess Circe raised her hands and begin to chant in Greek. She removed her garments until her body was nude. She brought her hands down on our chest as she continue to chant. Her hands ran across our chest, our stomach, and our nether region. Her hands begin to glow with a red aura. The chanting begin to stir our body all over. The sensation felt like the electricity had put our body into rapture. I began to inhale and exhale loudly.
In an instance, our cock became erect with energy. Circe clamped her hand down on our sexual organ. We yelled out as the strong grip crushed down on our cock-head. Then, Circe placed the organ into her labia. I could feel the warm and tender organ engulf our cock-head. Myself, I was trapped. Never in a million years had I wished this on myself. All that I could do was quietly yell "no" to myself. Cyrus on the other hand, he had a different mindset.
Cyrus had accepted his fate and began to move his hands to caress Circe's firm breast. Slowly, Circe moved her body down and up. Her manner was tender. Her manner was kind. As a Scorpio female, Circe's personality was driven by emotion. She needed a deeper connection with her sexual partners. Her spirit required a true connection for her magic to work. Cyrus was a weak man at this stage of his life. A life of tragic loss at such a young age had led him down to a place of anxiety. His anxieties drove his compulsive behavior. And his mind did not possess the coping skills required to deal with his anxieties. So, he embraced his need for sexual intercourse. And, that need became his greed.
Circe continued on with the sexual intercourse. Her mesmerizing stare pierced into our eyes. Her smile was sweet. Her smile was intoxicating. The aroma of her soft body, and sound of her melodic voice invoked at our deepest emotions. I could feel my body going deeper into her nether regions. The texture of her warm skin in our hands pleasured our senses. The stimuli was overwhelming.
"Oh Athena, this cannot be happening today, first Solomon Grundy, then My Mother, and now, Circe!" I said to myself.
Circe continued to go down and up on our cock. The tight texture of her velvet vaginal walls caressed our cock-shaft gracefully. The warm moist vaginal fluids had trickled down onto our pelvis. Our muscles along our testicles and our cock stiffened up harder. She continued to ride our sexual organ. Our body began to glisten with perspiration. The aroma in the air was a mixer of our masculine musk and her feminine musk. The sound, the smell, and the touch of our bodies rubbing together was exhilarating.
Throughout the sexual intercourse, Circe continued to chant her spell. Our bodies continued to heat up with desire. Finally, our bodies erupted into a spectacular climax. Circe's sexual juices had poured all over our body as we ejaculated inside her hot vagina. She climbed off of our body as our erection subsided. She smiled upon us with a tender gaze. Her seduction was completed.
"Yes Cyrus Gold, I will release the beast inside you. Then, you will go retrieve Margaret Shaw and those accounting books from Solomon Wayne." She said.
Something came over Cyrus Gold. I could feel our mind drifting away from our body. I could feel our body stretching. Then, we transformed into the mindless hulk, Solomon Grundy. As we transformed into Solomon Grundy, Circe moved away from us slowly as the metamorphosis continued. Our body continue to grow seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, and twelve feet. Until finally, it was over.
"Yes my pet. Now go fetch my items, and don't let anything stand in your way." Circe commanded.
"Yes Master." We said.
And with that reply, we walked back through the portal that took us back to Gotham City.
It was night time in Gotham City as we walked out of the door that led to the alley behind the Iceberg Club. There were horses and wagons moving along the street as we traversed quietly along the road. To my surprise, Gotham City had paved streets in 1894. There were no automobiles at the time. The smell of horses permeated the night air along the street.
I could tell that we were walking in a northerly direction. Solomon Grundy began to run. Because he was a class four meta-human, he possessed twelve times the attributes of an anatomically modern human or AMH. We could run at a velocity of 960 miles per hour. We covered the distance to Wayne Manor under an hour.
Solomon Grundy crashed through the security gates at Wayne Manor. There were no guards stationed at the gates, so our trek to the main house was uneventful. We had reached the main entrance when Solomon Grundy destroyed the door. For some unknown reason, Solomon decided to walk to the room where Margaret Shaw had been staying.
Several men tried to intercept us, but they were met with a solid blow to the head. Bodies were sent flying through the air. We could hear gun shots from all directions. But as a class four meta-human, our toughness was greater than that of industrial diamonds. The bullets from the Colt firearms had no effect on Solomon Grundy.
Solomon had made his way up the stairs and to the guest quarters where Margaret Shaw had been sleeping. Her face was full of pure terror as our twelve foot body had crashed through the door of her room. In her shock, Margaret feinted to the ground. We picked her body up off the floor and set her body over our right shoulder like a bath towel. With Margaret Shaw in our possession, we made our way to the den where Solomon Wayne had kept the accounting books.
I could see in Solomon Grundy's mind that we knew where the books would be kept. Our journey to the den was a short one. With Solomon Grundy's super speed, there were few people around that could stop us. We kicked in the door to the den. Luckily, the room was not occupied with anyone. In the back of the room was a tall metal safe. We ripped the door off the safe and grabbed the box that contained the accounting books for Vincent Falcone. Lastly, we departed the main house at Wayne Manor.
Solomon Grundy had returned to the Iceberg Club basement in under an hour after leaving Wayne Manor. We made our way to Circe's lair and set the body of Margaret Shaw on the work table. We set the books down on the table too. Circe seemed very pleased with the results.
"Good boy, Cyrus. Now, stay here and guard the room. I will be back shortly." She said.
"Yes Master." We said.
Circe left the room for about twenty minutes. Later, she returned with Vincent Falcone and Theodore Cobblepot.
"There are the accounting books and the witness that you wanted Vincent." Circe said.
When Vincent saw Margaret Shaw and the accounting books laying on the work table, he became ecstatic.
"Good, good, Judge Wayne will have a difficult time making a case without his key witness and chief piece of evidence." Falcone said.
"Why don't we burn the accounting books and kill the witness Don Falcone?" Cobblepot asked.
"Because, we have to find a way to make Margaret go away and make it look like an accident or the police will suspect us automatically. As for the books, we still need those because it is the master list of the people who owe me money after that financial fiasco from last year."
"What about Miss Hippolyta? We have her in the basement. Do we kill her too?" Theodore asked.
"According to Miss Circe here, she cannot die. I am not sure what we can do with her." Vincent said.
"That is a challenging problem Vincent." Circe said. "Hippolyta is no mere mortal. She is the Queen of the Amazons. They would raze this place to the ground with their army special forces units if harm were to come to her. Not to mention, you would suffer the wrath of Goddess Athena."
"You mean, she is the Hippolyta from mythology, Goddess Circe?" Theodore asked.
"Of course, you fool, who did you think she was?" Circe asked.
"Truthfully, I thought that she was just a successful entertainer. Margaret and her made my place a fortune after the Panic of 1893. It pains me to have to hurt them both. If you know what I mean."
"I know what you mean Theodore. Those two on stage and in the sack are like magic. But, they know too much. And besides, how long do you think it will take Wayne to get the Feds down to the club after that beast tore through his house tonight?" Vincent asked.
"I can revert Cyrus back to his normal state. After that, his contract with Ares will be fulfilled and he will get his soul back." Circe said.
"Do it before the police get here and search the place." Vincent said.
"Once the spell is released on Cyrus Gold and you two return back to Gotham City via the portal, I will close the portal to prevent the police from discovering the lair. You will be out of contact with me for a while until things cool down and it is safe to resume operations in Gotham City again."
"Okay Goddess Circe. Tell Mr. Ra's al Ghul that he will have to wait on his shipments until the heat cools down here." Vincent said.
"Okay, I will let him know that his shipments of souls will be delayed for some unforeseen time period. I will let Mr. Ares know too." Circe said.
Circe raised her hands and released Cyrus Gold from the spell. Our nude body collapsed to the floor. The loss of all the spiritual energy took its toll on our body and we were left in a weaken state. Vincent Falcone ordered some minions to carry our limp body and Margaret Shaw's unconscious body through the portal. Once we were all through the magical portal, Circe said the incantation to close the portal to Aeaea.
As the minions reached down to pick our body off the floor, the whole building was rocked by an explosion. The shockwave from the explosion ripped through the basement level of the building. Off in the distance, I could make out the sounds of physical combat. Apparently, Hippolyta had managed to free herself from her fetters and was making an attempt to free Margaret and Cyrus.
Hippolyta's Journal
14 December 1894
The following is a report of what occurred in the basement of the Iceberg Club. I was being held prisoner in the basement of the Iceberg Club after helping Margaret Shaw escape early in the evening. Theodore Cobblepot intercepted Cyrus Gold and I in my apartment on the fourth floor of the building. My arms were bound by a steel chain. The master link of the chain had been welded to the link. The welded link had sapped my Amazon strength from my body. In addition, my captors had placed an omega diamond next to my body and secured it to the top of the steel spike that was anchored into the concrete floor. The chain the was bound to my bracelets was fastened to the spike.
With the omega diamond and the welded link on my bracelets, I was trapped. Cyrus had been taken to some unknown location while I was unconscious. When I had regained my consciousness from the chloroform, I found myself lying on the concrete floor with my hands bound.
Theodore Cobblepot had come into the room and asked me some questions. Naturally, I refused to cooperate with him. This made Theodore upset. Theodore Cobblepot was not a violent man by nature. Not that he lacked the ability to commit violence, he simply was uncomfortable performing violent acts. However, he was not squeamish about asking other people to commit violence for him.
"It pains me more than you know Hippolyta to have to be put into a position to hurt you. I would be lying if I failed to recognize that Margaret and you are stars here at the club." Theodore said.
"Thank you, Theodore." I said.
"It's true, Hippolyta. Between the two of you, you have easily brought in several million dollars for the club in the past year. Your calendars are booked up with clients for the next year. To lose that source of revenue, I think that I have the right to know. Why would you do this to me?"
His question caused my mind to recall all the events of the past year. I found some amusement in his words. I had felt sorry for his financial hardships. On some level, I pitied Theodore.
"Are we laying all our cards on the table, Theodore?" I asked.
"Yes, I need to know. I have always respected your honesty, Hippolyta. Margaret and you were special. You two were different. You two had class in a place that had very little class. You two lit up the room and the customers loved that. Why would you throw all that away?" He asked.
I could feel the sincerity in his voice.
"Okay, Theodore, I will tell you why." I paused for a moment to organize my thoughts.
"There is a family out there, at the moment, mourning the loss of a brother, a husband, and an Uncle. They require the truth too. Your confederate, Vincent Falcone, hired the man who murdered that man. Margaret Shaw had witness the murder and can testify to the facts in the case. I have a higher duty to help them find closure and to find peace." I said.
"I can respect that Hippolyta. I really can. You are so noble and so virtuous. You would come here and risk so much, endure so much, for so very little. You are like no woman that I have ever met. Not the common whore that you pretend to be. Goddess Circe has told me so little about you. She only told me to use chloroform to subdue you, and she told me to weld your bracelets together. She even gave me this spike with this strange diamond on top of it. She never explained why." He said.
Theodore motioned his head to the other men in the room. In all, there were three men. I was never told their names. Two of the men walked to either side of my nude body and grabbed onto my ankles. The man on the left grabbed my left ankle, and the man on the right grabbed my right ankle. Together, the two men lifted my body up by the ankles. They lifted my ankles up so that I was inverted with my head towards the ground. Using some rope, each man tied off my ankles to a nearby pipe in the ceiling. My legs were tied off so that my legs were spread in a V-Shape.
Once they were done tying my ankles to the steel pipe, my body was left there dangling from the ceiling. My arms fell to either side of my head, but they did not touch the floor. My spine had stretched out towards the ground from the inversion. I would estimate that my hands were about 3 feet from the floor. As my height is 5 feet 9 inches, I would estimate the ceiling in the room was about 10 feet from floor to ceiling. My hands were bound together by the chain fetters.
"I know that interrogating you, Hippolyta, will probably prove to be pointless, but I have a reputation to maintain. Don Falcone expects me to torture you. So, I brought my most trusted enforcers to work you over for me. I know that you like rough sex and that this will probably not hurt you as it would traumatize other women. But, I think you would agree that this is better than the boys using you as a punching bag. The boys are going to keep you entertained for the next hour while Mr. Gold goes and brings Margaret Shaw back. I will be back at that time in the case that Mr. Gold is not successful. Perhaps by then, you will feel like talking to me."
Theodore Cobblepot had left the room. He left me there in the room with the three men. In that moment, I decided to endure the sexual intercourse that the men were going to put me through. If I resisted and failed, then I would become a slave to one of these three men. I could not risk that. It was better for me to embrace my problem and face it with courage. I had to put my faith in Goddess Athena to get me through the next hour. If I was going to save Cyrus and Margaret, then I would have to have patience and wait for a moment to strike.
"Well boys, who's first?" I asked.
The three men began their assault on my body. Each of them removed their clothes in front of me. I took some delight as the undressed their bodies in front of me. One of the men walked in front of me and ran his hands down my sides. The sensation made my body hair stand up. Another man took up a position behind my body. He reached around my body and caressed my body from my stomach and down to my breast. The motion caused my breast to firm up. I closed my eyes and took a moment to exhale my breath.
"Look, she's already excited, the slut." The man from behind said.
"We're going to have fun with you tonight, slut. For a long time, I had watched you at the club. I could never afford the price the boss put on you. Now, I am going to enjoy this hour." The second man said.
I decided to remain quiet as the men tried to taunt me with their comments. For them, they desired to use fear to intimidate me to gain their power over me. But, I am Amazon. I do not let fear control me. I would not let them have power over me. The man in front of me placed his cock inside my mouth.
"Here, put your mouth to good use slut and warm me up." The man said.
His cock was limp when he placed it inside my mouth. I used my tongue to massage the sexual organ. The sensation had an immediate reaction as his cock harden inside my mouth. He sighed with satisfaction.
"Yes, that's it lady. My God, you're great." He said.
He placed his nose on my labia and took in the fragrance. I released some vaginal juices to arouse his body. Even with my strength being mitigated by my bonds and the omega diamond, I had great muscular control from 3,500 years of exercising my vaginal muscles. Since, it was a skill that I had mastered, it could not be hindered. However, my weaken state had lowered my toughness so that their actions would affect me like a normal AMH.
"My goodness, her snatch smells incredible." The man said. "It is already flowing with her juices. I might as well have a taste."
The man placed his tongue onto my labia. The warm and moist organ massaged my labia so tenderly that it opened up my nether region swiftly. I exhaled my breath. The combined stimulation from the man massaging my breast and the man massaging my labia turned me on instantly. My skin began to heat up all over. I could feel my breast heat up and harden. I continued to massage the cock in my mouth.
To my surprise, the third man made his presence known by sticking his finger into my anal cavity. I sighed as much as I could with the other man's cock in my mouth and the long finger probing my rectum. My body began to sweat.
"You smell fantastic Lady." The man said.
"Here let's lower her down to get better access to her."
"Sure, it's not like she can run away."
Two of the men lowered my legs so that my body laid on the ground. My arms still remained bound to the chain that was anchored to the ground. One of the men standing in front of me had positioned himself on the ground. The other two men had lifted my body up and lowered me down on the man so that my back laid on top of him. In that position, he found an easy access to my anal cavity. In an instance, he entered my rectum with a powerful stroke.
The sensation of his cock head moving through my anal cavity's membrane gave me goose bumps. I moaned in harmony with his swift strokes.
"Oh, Oh, Oh." I said.
The next man laid his body on top of me. He passed through my labia with a quick stroke. My lips parted wide as his cock entered my body with a series of long strokes. The sensations of my vagina and my rectum rubbing along their cocks sent pleasant sensations along my lower back and upper spine as my muscles stretched comfortably as my spine bowed involuntarily from the intercourse.
"Oh, Oh, Oh." I said.
It was not long before my Amazon body was sandwiched between the two young men that were stroking their cocks inside and outside if me. The third man made use of my mouth. He shoved his erect phallic organ into my mouth. I could feel the organ as it went deep into my throat. I could only gag and slurp as he tried to cut off my respiration. I could do nothing but enjoy these men assaulting my body. My nipples were ripe with ecstasy. The man below me made sure my breast were properly handled. No part of my body was left alone. In time, I came abruptly. I sprayed the man above me and below me. My body had climaxed over and over again.
For the next hour, each man had changed position and took delight when my body would climax. The floor in the room became wet with my vaginal fluids as my body continued to release my sex juices. In time, each man released their semen onto my body. The first man sprayed my back. Then, the second man sprayed my belly. The last man sprayed my face. They all laughed at my humiliation.
"Look at that boys, she's a real queen now."
"God save the Queen." One man said.
"Look at these bracelets. They look like gold or platinum."
"I wonder if they are worth anything."
"We should keep them as a souvenir."
"I am sure the boss would not mine."
As I laid on the ground, my body was tired from the hour long sexual experience in my weaken state. The men decided to take my bracelets as a souvenir or a trophy from the occasion.
"No, don't take my bracelets off!" I yelled.
The men ignored my cry and just laughed at me. That proved to be their undoing. For when they removed my bracelets, the symbol of our Amazon bondage from all those years ago. They triggered my berserker state. The instant my arms were free from the bracelets, that triggered a blinding white light. After the light, there was an explosion of energy. My body erupted with the violent release of my spiritual energy as it ripped through the basement with a enormous shockwave.
The explosion was not the combustible kind that is used in bombs or mortars. It was just a violent expansion of spiritual energy that rocked the foundations of the building. My body transformed from my normal size to my true Titan size. In our berserker mode, we Amazons had no mental control of our body. Without control, my body acted out of instinct. In my Titan form, my attributes were [15^35] times that of AMH. In this pure form of being, my spiritual mass was 1.46x10^41 pounds, and my spiritual energy was 4.73x10^51 joules. This increased my strength so that I was capable of lifting up to 1.7082x10^43 pounds of mass. That means that I was capable of lifting 8.541x10^39 tons of mass. The only problem now was that I had no mental control of my body. My body would now instinctively seek out and destroy what was threatening me. My pure feral animal was now released. My instincts wanted to kill these three men and there was no way for me to stop it. In my rage, I had picked the spike off of the ground and smashed the head of the spike in the ground. This destroyed the omega diamond by shattering it into dust. I hurled the spike at the first man. The blow made contact with his head and killed the man instantly.
I hurled my body at the second man, I grabbed his body and snapped his neck instantly. I tossed his deceased body aside. The third man tried to run away, but my super speed over-took him. I used my leg to kick at his chest. The blow crushed in his chest and killed him. He too had died instantly. I grabbed my bracelets and tore the steel link off of them which separated them into two parts. Instinctively, I ran towards the glass window. My body smashed through the glass and shattered it into many pieces.
Many men tried to rush to my position, but that decision proved to be unwise, I immediately attacked the men. Using my hands, legs, and body, I attacked everyone who crossed my path. No minion were spared from my wrath. In time, I managed to get my bracelets put back on to my forearms. With my body, mind, and soul together again and in full control of my body, I set out to find Cyrus Gold.
Eventually, I came to a place in the basement where Cyrus Gold was at. He was there with Margaret Shaw. Cyrus was still nude. Next to Cyrus and Margaret was Vincent Falcone. He was carrying a box of accounting books which I had immediately recognize as the accounting books that I had stolen earlier. I made a quick motion to arrest Vincent Falcone by giving him a swift back hand. His body had collapsed on to the floor from the attack. Theodore Cobblepot was cowering down in the corner. Apparently, when he saw me bust through the door and violently attack Vincent Falcone, he gave up.
I am not sure about how much time had gone by, but Solomon Wayne had arrived on the scene with the police. The police had arrested all the people in the building, except for Margaret, Cyrus, and me. In the whole altercation, I had forgotten that I was still completely nude when the police arrived to conduct their investigation. One of the officers was kind enough to find me a robe to wear. For the next couple of hours, we all spent the time answering the questions for the officers' police reports.
Diana's Journal
14 December 1894
It was shortly after eleven o'clock in the evening. We had just returned from Wayne Manor with Margaret Shaw and the accounting books for Vincent Falcone's criminal operations. After meeting with Vincent Falcone and Theodore Cobblepot in Aeaea with the Goddess Circe, she transformed our body back to Cyrus Gold's normal state. In our weaken form, we had been carried through the portal back to Gotham, City in the state of Maryland. As a precaution to avoid being discovered by the police, who would surely be on their way to search the Iceberg Club with Judge Solomon Wayne, Circe had closed the magical portal to Aeaea, Greece.
Now, our nude body laid on the concrete floor of the basement level of the Iceberg Club. This section of the club was mainly used to store supplies to run the hotel and restaurant. Our attention had been disturbed when a loud explosion occurred nearby in another section of the floor. In our weaken state, we could hear the sounds of gun shots, and glass breaking. The sounds of human bodies being tossed around emanated throughout the floor. The sounds seemed to be getting louder as if whoever or whatever was making the noise was coming our way.
The door to our room disintegrated into dust as Hippolyta came crashing through the door. She was completely nude and massive in size. Apparently, someone had triggered her Amazon berserker state. Hippolyta would never willingly remove her Amazon bracelets. After our many years of bondage to Heracles and to his warriors in Themiscyra, and after we liberated ourselves from slavery to men, Goddess Athena decreed that we would forever wear our bracelets as a symbol of our bondage. If removed from our arms, we would revert to are wild feral state and destroy those who would oppress us.
While in the berserker state, Hippolyta was transformed into a wild beast. Long wild hair and fierce red eyes demonstrated the clear signs that Hippolyta was out for the blood-lust. As Hippolyta came into the room and her eyes fell upon Cyrus Gold and Margaret Shaw, she managed to gain some focus and clarity. She was able to put her bracelets back on and revert back to her normal state of homeostasis.
Before Vincent Falcone and Theodore Cobblepot could escape the room, Hippolyta knocked them both out with a solid blow to the back of their heads. Once the two men were subdued, Hippolyta took a moment to rest and to think. While she laid there on the ground, the police with Solomon Wayne arrived and arrested anyone and everyone they could except for Hippolyta, Margaret, and Cyrus.
"Hippolyta, are you alright?" Solomon Wayne asked.
"Yes Solomon, I am fine." Hippolyta said.
"On our way here, we heard a loud explosion from outside of the hotel. With haste, we entered the building fearing the worse." Solomon said.
"How did you know to find us here?" Hippolyta asked.
"We were able to track the large creature that attacked Wayne Manor tonight to the Iceberg Club. He left massive foot prints leading to the club." Solomon said.
"Creature?" Hippolyta asked.
"Yes, he was a big huge thing. He must have been twelve feet tall or so. Completely naked, he attacked Wayne Manor about an hour or so ago. For a large fellow, he could move at a great velocity. He was able to cover the distance from Wayne Manor to the Iceberg Club in under an hour. We had to ride our horses at break-neck speed just to get here as fast as we could ride." Solomon said.
"Was anyone hurt?" Hippolyta asked.
"Yes, several of my house staff and some ranch hands were injured when the beast had stormed the property and kidnapped Margaret and made off with my legal evidence. I reasoned that they would come here first." Solomon said.
"I am sorry to hear that Solomon. I was hoping to avoid any casualties." Hippolyta said.
As the two were talking, a uniformed police officer handed Hippolyta and Cyrus a robe.
"Thank you officer. I had forgotten that I was naked." Hippolyta said.
The officer smiled and went about his investigative work.
"Well Counselor, you have had quite a night." Solomon said.
"Yes, I hope that we were successful after all this effort." Cyrus said.
"Me too. Once the police wrap up here, I have arranged for your secretary Miss Kyle to take Miss Shaw and Mister Gold home for the night. I have a coach outside with a team of horses at the ready.
"Thank you, Solomon." Cyrus said.
Hippolyta walked over to Margaret Shaw and hugged her.
"How are you, Margaret?" Hippolyta asked.
"I am shaken up some, but I will be okay once I find a bath. The big brute carried me all the way over here on his back." Margaret said.
"Solomon has a coach waiting for you and Cyrus. You will be staying at Wayne Manor tonight once the police finish up here. I hope that you will still testify about the murder of Joshua Wayne." Hippolyta said.
"Don't you worry about that Hippolyta, I wouldn't miss it for anything short of death."
After some time, I would estimate about two hours, the police managed to have the situation sorted out. Margaret and Cyrus stepped into the coach that Solomon Wayne had acquired on short notice by a local company. In the coach was young Selene Kyle. She was Cyrus Gold's secretary at the time. Unknown to anyone at the time, Selene Kyle was secretly working for Vincent Falcone.
I could only watch as Cyrus put his faith and trust into Selene Kyle. When I had met her earlier tonight as Diana Prince, my telepathy had been blocked by the soul stones placed around the Iceberg Club in 1943. Although Athena had mentioned Selene Kyle, it had not occurred to me that she was older than she appeared, I was not ready to appreciate the reality that mother had known Selene all those years ago in 1894.
After discussing the details with Hippolyta as we compiled this report, Hippolyta theorized that Selene had been a minion of Circe all those years ago. She was very clever at hiding her true allegiance to Vincent Falcone from Cyrus Gold for many years. We never suspected her of any villainy. That proved to be our fatal mistake. It is a painful reminder that even with telepathy, empathy, and a truth vision, we were not all knowing.
On the way to Wayne Manor from Gotham City, we had to pass through Slaughter Swamp. In 1894, it was the fastest route to Wayne Manor which paralleled the rail way lines heading north from the city. As we rode inside the coach, Margaret had dozed off from the long horse ride in the coach. Before we were able to understand what was truly transpiring at the moment in the coach, it was too late.
Just shortly after three o'clock in the morning, as we passed through the heart of Slaughter Swamp, the coach came to a stop. Several men approached the coach on horse-back. They were armed with repeating rifles. The men seized Margaret Shaw and us at once. Margaret Shaw's fate was swift. The men tossed her body on the ground and ended her life with one shot to the heart. Before we could react to the incident, we were met with gun shots. The bullets pierced our body in multiple areas of our body. All of them were fatal shots. Cyrus died instantly.
The men tossed our bodies into wooden coffins that were lead lined. Where they buried Margaret, I do not know as my vision was obscured by the coffin. I could hear the sounds of the hammers as they sealed our casket tight. I could hear the sound of the coffin being placed into the ground.
Fifty years would pass by as we laid in the ground. Hippolyta and Athena reasoned that the protection spell placed on Cyrus Gold by Hippolyta and the beastiamorph spell cast on Cyrus must have preserved his body and spirit. Over the decades, our body rotted in the ground of the swamp. Until one day, we were revived by Selene Kyle. It would seem that after Cyrus Gold's and Margaret Shaw's death, Selene had expanded her knowledge of magic and reanimated Solomon Grundy for her own purpose.
In time, I relived through the moments when we were sent to attack the three trains. I relived the time in the basement when we were ordered to attack Hippolyta and Etta Candy. I relived the time when we had battled Wonder Woman and defeated her.
Then, in that moment when Solomon Grundy was raping my body in the street outside of the Iceberg Club, everything went dark. When I regained my awareness, I was inside my own body again. I was still nude and being raped from behind. As I turned and looked behind me, Solomon Grundy had been restored to Cyrus Gold. He was returned to the way he appeared in 1894. He was 32 years old again.
When Cyrus Gold became aware of his sexual organ penetrating my body, he stopped and let me go. I fell down before him. He collapsed to his knees in horror and in shock.
"How did I get here?" Cyrus asked.
"It's a long story Cyrus, but I will be happy to tell you the details once I recover my energy and strength."
Then, I collapsed in front of Cyrus Gold from exhaustion.
Three o'clock in the evening.
When I came too, I was in the ship on one of the medical beds. Etta Candy, Steve Trevor, and my Mother were there when I recovered.
"Is everything okay? How is Cyrus Gold?" I asked.
"He is doing fine. Hippolyta has him in the bedroom resting. He and you had lost allot of energy during your battle." Etta Candy said.
I looked down at my arms and my bonds were gone.
"My chains are gone, but how?" I asked.
"It would appear that Cyrus Gold has released you from your marriage after I told him what had happened to him." Hippolyta said.
"And, what did happen?" I asked.
"I reason that your empathic power restored him to his mortal being somehow. What do you remember, Diana?" Hippolyta asked.
Then, I had told the three the long tale of how I was transformed into the body of Cyrus Gold. They relayed to me that from their view point, I had not gone anywhere. Solomon Grundy had been raping my body from behind when suddenly he transformed into the young thirty-two year old man. By the time Hippolyta, Steve, and Etta had worked their way over to me, the two of us had collapsed into a state of unconsciousness.
"Hippolyta loaded you two into her car and brought you back to the ship for medical treatment." Etta said.
"How is Alan?" I asked.
"He will be okay. He took a beating by Solomon Grundy in their fight, but with the advanced medical facility on your ship, he will make a speedy recovery." Steve said.
After that, we all returned to Wayne Manor for the night. It was after three o'clock in the morning when we arrived. I told Etta and Hippolyta that I wanted to sleep later than normal to recover my energy supply. They said that they understood and would pass on the information to Elizabeth when they saw her so that she did not end up working out alone in the morning.
Etta and Hippolyta assisted Alan and Cyrus throughout the night. The two men remained on the ship for medical treatment during that time. Steve and I returned to our room where we showered and changed. Then, we turned in for the night.
Etta's Journal
Wednesday, 15 December 1943
The next day, I was the first to come down for breakfast. Elizabeth and Manfred were downstairs in the dining room setting up the breakfast. I had spent the night and early morning on the ship helping Hippolyta to attend to Cyrus's and Alan's treatment. Hippolyta had sent for a staff of medical personnel from Paradise Island to help assist with the treatment of the two men.
Once the staff of medical personnel had arrived via the teleporter on the ship, I decided to return to my room to shower and to change. I looked in on Walter and Paris while I was in my room. The two cats were sleeping when I had returned to the room. Once my shower had been completed, I had changed into something comfortable to wear for the morning.
Then, I walked down stairs to the dining room to see if breakfast was ready. Elizabeth and Manfred were in the room getting the breakfast ready for the morning.
"Good morning, Elizabeth and Manfred." I said.
"Good morning, Etta." Elizabeth said.
"Good morning, Madam Etta." Manfred said.
"You seem to be in good spirits this morning, Etta." Elizabeth said.
"I am. Despite how the evening started last night, it ended rather well. We stopped Solomon Grundy, discovered the NAZI connection with the Iceberg Club, and saved Cyrus Gold. Well, Diana and Alan did most of the work. I just helped carry their bodies' back to the car when it was over." I said.
"How is Diana?" Elizabeth asked.
"Diana was a little sore this morning after her battle with Solomon Grundy. But, Steve and her will be down for breakfast as soon as they complete their shower. I saw Hippolyta getting ready. She was looking in on Alan Scott's condition when I talked to her this morning." I said.
"I heard the news report on the radio last night about Wonder Woman's battle with Solomon Grundy in front of the Iceberg Club. They did not mention anything about Alan Scott or the Green Lantern in the report." Manfred said.
"Green Lantern's battle with Solomon Grundy happened inside the club before the reporters had arrived on scene. Selene Kyle had ordered Solomon Grundy to kill me. Alan jumped in the way to protect Hippolyta and me." I said.
As I was describing the scene for Elizabeth and Manfred, Hippolyta came downstairs for breakfast. Like me, Hippolyta was in a good spirit. Despite what had happen last night and early this morning, she had remained strong throughout the whole ordeal. It was inspiring to witness. From her position, she was able to listen to part of the conversation.
"Yes, Alan suffered some serious injuries. Solomon Grundy had shattered every bone in his body when he attacked Alan. I have Alan in a bio-tank now. He should be fine once the medical bath heals his body." Hippolyta said.
"That is good news, Hippolyta." Elizabeth said.
"I had a team of medical personnel sent from Paradise Island. They are on the ship attending to Cyrus and Alan. They will be here a couple of days while the two men recover." Hippolyta said.
"Perhaps, we should set out some more plates and make more food for the staff." Elizabeth said.
"If it is not any trouble, Elizabeth. I do not want to over work the kitchen staff at the house." Hippolyta said.
"Think nothing of it, Madam Hippolyta. The staff here is ready to serve any and all who visit Wayne Manor." Manfred said.
"Thank you, Elizabeth and Manfred." Hippolyta said.
As the three were talking together, Silas and Patrick came into the dining room for breakfast. The two men were in good spirits and were full of energy.
"Good morning, Silas and Patrick." I said.
"Good morning, Etta." The two men replied.
"I want to hear all about what happened last night. The radio didn't really give many details from last night's incident at the Iceberg Club." Silas said.
"You want to hear everything?" I said.
"Of course, don't leave anything out." Silas said.
At that time, I had recalled the entire story of what occurred since our group had left the manor the day before to Elizabeth, Silas, Patrick, and Manfred. The four seemed mesmerized by a tale of Green Lantern and Wonder Woman. Hippolyta and I found some joy in talking about our adventures with the group. As we completed the story, Steve and Diana walked into the dining room.
"Good morning, everyone." Diana said.
"Good morning, Diana and Steve." Elizabeth said.
"Etta and Hippolyta were just telling us the story from last night. Your battle with Solomon Grundy was all over the radio last night." Silas said.
"Yes, it was an exhausting battle. Solomon Grundy was very strong. It was only by luck that we prevailed." Diana said.
"I would subscribe it to fate, Diana." Hippolyta said.
"I would subscribe it to faith." Athena said.
All of us turned to see that Goddess Athena had appeared to us this morning. Diana and Hippolyta bowed before Athena. The rest of us were not really sure what to do. Athena was dressed in a casual style of jeans and a blouse. She was very beautiful.
"My Goddess, what is your command? Diana said.
"Please, you do me honor. Sit and have breakfast. I will join you this morning." Athena said.
"Goddess Athena, let me introduce you to Elizabeth, Silas, Patrick, and Manfred. And of course, you already know Etta and Steve." Hippolyta said.
"Thank you all, the honor is mine." Athena said.
"You were mentioning about faith, Athena." Diana said.
"Oh yes, it was faith that got you through last night Diana and not fate. It was your faith that had remained when all your other powers and gifts were overcome by Solomon Grundy. But through your faith and your love that your empathy restored Cyrus Gold's life. It was your faith that redeemed him when all hope was lost. It is through true faith that we as people learn to trust in other people. Without faith, we can never rise to the level of trust. It was your faith in me that gave you the trust to endure. And with that faith, you found the courage to learn the truth." Athena said.
"As always Goddess Athena, your wisdom is inspiring." Hippolyta said.
"We still have Selene Kyle to redeem, she will be harder to deal with than Cyrus Gold. Her true nature is deeper than Cyrus Gold's true nature." Diana said.
"And, what of Margaret Shaw? Is she lost from history for all time, Athena?" Hippolyta asked.
"Her story is not complete. She still has a story to tell to us. In time, her story will reveal itself." Athena said.
"I know where Margaret Shaw is or was. In my time as Cyrus Gold, I witnessed the execution of Margaret and Cyrus at Slaughter Swamp. I will relocate that place." Diana said.
"What happened to Colonel Helmut Streicher and Selene Kyle?" I asked.
"They had managed to slip away during the battle in front of the club. But with the evidence we collected from the club last night, we might have disrupted their long term plans for the moment. We will have to keep a eye out for them." Steve said.
"I am sure that General Blankenship and Colonel Darnell will be concerned about their whereabouts." Diana said.
"I am sure that they will, Diana." Steve said.
"Elizabeth and I will be going to look at an old property she was talking to me about yesterday afternoon." Hippolyta said.
"Property?" I asked.
"Yes, the old Brownstone property. It is an old estate that I acquired long ago, but never knew what to do with it. Hippolyta was telling me about how you three needed a larger place to stay. The Brownstone property is closer to Washington DC than it is from Gotham City, but it is located in Gotham County." Elizabeth said.
"I was thinking of purchasing the property from Elizabeth as a Christmas gift to you all." Hippolyta said.
"Really, that is a surprise, Mother." Diana said.
"We can all go look at the place this afternoon if you are up to it." Elizabeth said.
"Of course, we will go look at the property." Diana said.
"Does this mean that we are going to be neighbors now?" I asked.
"It certainly looks like that now." Elizabeth said.
After breakfast, we all went to look at the Brownstone property. Goddess Athena had returned to her home in Athens. Steve had managed to get a two week holiday pass for Diana and himself for the holiday season. We all spent the holiday season at Wayne Manor with the Wayne Family. It was a very merry time for all of us. In a couple of days, Alan Scott was back to his normal self and enjoyed the season's festivity.
For Cyrus Gold, it would be a long road of recovery for him, but for all our efforts and labors, he had been redeemed.
End of Report