Nightmare
(Only in her dreams - hopefully)
by Miranda
"You're certain?" asks the powerful mutant hybrid as she anxiously paces the room, her tail swishing.
"Yes," replies the statuesque raven-haired partner who is leaning back against the opposite wall. "Just as Wonder Wuss was about to devour Puff Girl, she stopped, as if she expected to be having her way with someone else."
"Any thoughts on who this 'someone' might be?" the first figure questions.
"It's probably that phony brunette who interrupted Hollywood's, Tanya's and Dina Marie's fun that night at the arena," the second figure answers.
"You can bet that if I had been there, she would have gotten the stuffing knocked out of her," offers a third figure, a bodybuilding wrestler.
"Yeah, right," responds the second figure derisively. "Like your wrestling pals did their job properly. They had that phony outnumbered two-to-one, and they still couldn't beat her."
"And your Aryan actress did any better?" spews the third figure. "She had both of them under the influence of the powder, and she got battered to a pulp. Plus, my sources tell me that this mysterious loser knocked the hairballs out of that pussy, lack-wom -
"ENOUGH!!" interjects the hybrid with a growl. "What matters now is that we prove there is a connection between the two. And if there is, use that connection to our advantage. Can this be done?"
After a short pause the other two look at each other and nod. "Yes," they answer together.
"I have already made the arrangements to set things in motion," the actress continues.
"Good." Turning to the third figure, she continues, "Go and report that we are exploring this situation further."
The third figure nods silently, then leaves the room.
The raven-haired figure moves from the wall, arms crossed under her overstuffed orbs. "Is is necessary that we proceed this way? Why can't we just handle this ourselves.?" I don't trust h -.
"Because that hulk's overseer has powers and influences that we do not," the hybrid blurts out impatiently. "So you'd better make sure this plan is successful, or I will make you pay a heavy price before that overseer does the same to me."
* * * * *
"Get off me!!" Exclamation while sitting bolt upright flailing arms in front of her face.
"What's wrong, Di?! Have another bad dream?"
"A - another?" asks a confused Wonder Woman. "You mean I've done this before, Red?"
"Well, you haven't woken up like this," I respond. "But I have noticed that on some nights you've been very restless in your sleep."
The Amazon Princess smiles warmly in response to my concern. Then her face becomes very grave as her mind changes focus.
"Yes, I have been having some bad dreams recently," she offers. "But usually it's more a sensation than actual images. They tend to be murky with a great sense of danger."
"And tonight was different?" I ask.
"Yes," she answers. "Tonight the images were clear, and clearly disturbing."
I put my arm around her muscular shoulders and pull her in close, then back onto the bed.
"Remember, it's only a dream," I remind her. "Tell me about it, and maybe that will help make sense of everything."
After a short pause, she looks deeply into my eyes as I try to appear more reassuring than I really feel.
"Well," she sighs. "I . . .
. . . was standing in a ring, but something behind me had diverted my attention. After seeing nothing there, I turned back around. Too late I was aware that I was in danger. Cheetah had appeared out of nowhere, and with her left arm savagely chopped me across both breasts. Stunned, I was unable to prevent her from driving a stiff, jarring right into my midsection, which exploded the air out of my lungs and doubled me over. An uppercut to my right breast straightened me up as pain engulfed my body.
Cheetah then grabbed me by the hair, turned, twisted me and flipped me through the air. She had managed to get me turned around so that when I landed, all my weight was on my breasts.
I cried out in pain and tried to roll away and escape through the ropes. But just as I reached them, she jumped through the air, landed with her muscular tail between my shoulder blades and once more squashed my breasts onto the mat.
Both maneuvers had driven the air from my lungs and inflamed my chest with pain
leaving me without the oxygen I needed to defend myself. Not giving me any
respite, Cheetah rolled me on my side and from behind wrapped her muscular legs around my waist. Her muscular thighs slowly squeezed together crushing my already sore midsection, making the essential task of breathing even more difficult. I couldn't believe how strong she was, and how easily she
had overwhelmed me. To add to my humiliation, every time she squeezed with her legs, she leaned forward causing one of her breasts to smack the side of my face. Further torment was provided when she grabbed one breast with her clawed hands. She squeezed just hard enough to give it maximum pressure without actually breaking the skin.
Just before I passed out from the combination of pain and asphyxsia, she released the scissors hold. Any relief I felt was very short lived as Cheetah
dragged me to my feet and tied my arms up into the ropes. She then further humiliated me by pulling down my bustier so that my breasts and midsection were completely bare. She then used her claws to trace and drag patterns across the skin of my stomach and mounds, being careful never to puncture, or even scratch the skin. All this was sharply accentuated by her constant laughing with delight as I squirmed helplessly.
Cheetah then began a frenzied, two-fisted punching onslaught on my breasts and midsection. I was amazed at how hard her punches were. My skin, already tormented by her squeezing claws, screamed
anew each time one of her vicious blows landed.
Ramrod jabs and biting hooks dug into my mounds and abs, and seemed to be coming from every direction. Very quickly my body was engulfed in pain. And she was punching so quickly that I couldn't get any air back into my lungs to try and help me mentally deal with it.
In no time I was hurting so much that my knees would buckle from each
punch that tore into my midsection. Cheetah would then straighten me up by ripping uppercuts into my tenderized swollen mounds. I don't know how long she punched me, but it seemed to go on for longer than was possible in any reality. Shattering blows
fired in rapid succesion were landing everywhere on my body. The force of the countless punches never seemed to lessen, and my mind was totally in the grip of fiery pain.
Try as I might, I was unable to keep myself from crying out from each blow that plowed into me. Hearing my wailing told Cheetah how badly she was hurting
me. Through my pain-filled cries I could hear her laughing at me, obviously pleased with herself that she had been able to break me down. I don't know how long she punched me, but it seemed to go on and on and on. When finally stopped, she found a new punishment by twisting and pinching my tenderized nipples. I was now awash in defeat and despair.
Even when that finally stopped, it still wasn't over for me. Next thing I knew, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I found myself on the floor of a basement - with Cheetah sitting on top of me! She was on my bruised and swollen breasts, hands on her hips, staring down contemptuously. She then began taunting and belittling me, sending me deeper into this forever nightmare. She would emphasize each insult by bouncing her muscular tail up and down on my already aching orbs, adding to my torment.
I just couldn't believe that this was happening to me!
But this pit of despair had an even deeper level. Cheetah moved forward and face smothered me! Besides this ultimate humiliation, she had now cut off my supply of air. As I struggled desperately to breath, I could see her massaging her breasts and teasing her nipples. The only advantage of my position was that with her thighs clamped around my head, it prevented the sounds of her moans of
pleasure I was sure were coming from her puckered mouth from reaching my ears. From the look on her face, it was obvious she was close to climaxing. I was frantic about getting her off me, but was too weak to do anything about it.
" . . . It was at that point, I guess, that I woke up. *Sigh* And as you've said, it's probably something that I've been through several times over the last little while."
"Look," I respond, trying to sound more certain than I really felt, "from what you've told me, this is something that hasn't happened yet. And since it's a dream, there's no reason to think that it will."
"Well, it is true that there has never been a dream I've had that's actually come true. But still, there was something frightening real and familiar about it."
"From what you described," I offer, "it sounds like some of the dream is similar to what you experienced in the ring during that charity match. Actually, I wonder if this is some after effect of the powder. You've experienced it twice now, and although we've synthesized a counteragent, we still don't know it's total effects. This could be another aspect of it that will require further study.
"In a couple of days I have to leave to meet a client, but when I get back, I'll have the lab look into this further."
Wonder Woman turns and looks glowingly at me. "I knew I was right about you," she says with a sparkling smile. "Fantastic looks, sharp mind, awesome fighting skills - "
"And the most Wonder-ful taste in women," I interrupt returning her smile. We both laugh.
"But it's your heart and spirit that makes you a superheroine to me," responds Wonder Woman as she kisses me on the forehead. I return the kiss, and we touch and caress each other, then deeply and passionately make love before going back to sleep.
The wrestler stands nervously in front of the steps leading up to the chair. The evil that the figure seated in the chair exudes is palpable enough to darken the brightly lit room.
"You don't have confidence in that plan," the figure states at last.
"No," the wrestler answers simply.
"Why not?"
Despite the fact this not the first time being here, the wrestler, who usually knows no fear, fights hard to quell the distress that presence in this place always produces. "I don't think the actress has what it takes to defeat that interfering b- ."
"And you do?"
"Yes." This time the reply is instant and unequivocal. "You have seen to that. Now there are no women and few men who can best me."
"Nor, I presume, do you believe that Wonder Woman can be defeated."
"Only by you," the wrestler replies, trying hard to keep the fawning out of her voice. "You are the true 'super' one. Even if she did not have to first deal with my latest recruit and the mutant, I have no doubt in your superior abilities."
"So you think that plan is unnecessary then?"
"No," is the sure reply. "Anything you do to increase your advantage will just mean a more thorough beating of Wonder Wimp."
A short silence follows. "I see." After another pause, the seated figure continues, "I will allow it to happen because I believe your assessment is correct. Leave me, as I have other preparations to make."
Once the wrestler's back is turned, an evil grin comes to the dark figure's face. As soon as the the wrestler closes the door, the figure stands, and with a wave of the hand, disappears.
At least I got paid. I've traveled all the way across the country to meet a client. They went the whole nine yards - limo at the airport, 5-star hotel, champagne in the room - and even paid me in advance. Then after going to all that trouble to bring me out here for three days, they finally leave a message and say I'm not needed. Very strange. Well, no new bruises or scratches. Time to head back to Headquarters to help out with the powder antidote.