"How goes the anti-powder research, Red?"
"We're close, Di," I respond while I finish up at the computer. Turning from the screen and looking up I continue, "The lab sa - . . . What happened to you?!" My princess looks battle dishevelled, and her lipstick is smeared and blended with another shade - that's not mine. Taking a deep breath I continue, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Wonder Woman acknowledges. "But I've had another brush with that 'powder'. That's why I look like this. That's why I need to know if the antedote or counteragent is ready yet."
"As I was saying, the lab is in the final stages of testing. It should be ready early next week," I state simply, trying to harness my curiousity.
"Good. You're to be commended for your excellent work in helping them develop this counter-agent. That should mean no more days like today for Power Girl and I," Diana says with a big sigh as she sits down.
"Power Girl?" I ask in confusion. I continue tentatively, unsure if I really want to know, So, what did happen?
Wonder Woman sits on a chair. "Well, I'll tell you . . ."
. . . I was responding to a rumour about Cheetah. I probably should lose my superheroine license for being caught so easily, but as I entered the building for the meeting, a puff of the powder blew into my face.
I remember the same gradual loss of will I had experienced in the ring - my mind going blank. Then someone took me by the arm, and I remember being led into a room with a stone floor and walls.
"I'm glad you could come," my escort purred with an accented voice into my ear from behind. "My friend has been very much looking forward to this. She wants you to pound away at her guts, and after you have softened her up, then she wants you to have your way with her."
There was a buxom, blonde woman in a form-fitting, belted, white costume that showed every detail of her muscular body, with her arms manacled to the wall. My escort kept encouraging me by telling me how much this woman wanted it, how good it would feel to pulverize those rock-hard abs, and bend this woman to my will. Despite a nagging little voice in my head, I clenched and unclenched my fists a couple of times, and moved in toward her.
"Wonder Woman! Don't do this!" pleaded the costumed woman. "Don't you recognize me. I'm PowerGirl!"
"She's just saying that to make it more exciting for herself, interjected my 'hostess'. "It's just role-playing, and your role is to pound those abs into mush."
"NO!" responded the costumed-woman shaking her head. "You're under the influence of that powder you told us about. Fight it!"
"I love how she's putting her all into her part," my 'hostess' purred. "Go ahead. Get started."
Ignoring the blonde's further protestations, I started in. My first punch slammed into her steel ab wall just above her belt. I was surprised at how hard and tight her muscular structure was, but the cry of complaint from her dark red lips told me my punch had had an effect. I followed up with a left to the same spot producing the same result. Unbelievably, she immediately spoke again.
"Wonder Woman! Please don't!" she moaned.
"Oh, don't let her tell you what to do," admonished my 'hostess'. " Maybe a kiss on those luscious lips you are admiring will silence her."
Overcome by a sudden wave of lust, I reached forward and grabbed those manacled, gloved wrists. I shoved my left thigh under her right one, braced myself with my right leg, and thrust my pelvis up into hers. I pushed my breasts against hers and began kissing her hard on the mouth. As soon as I did, I sensed that something was wrong, but still under the effect of the powder, my mind could not fully grasp what it was. I was also trying to concentrate on keeping the liplock as my 'partner' began to squirm underneath me and shake her head as if wanting it all to end. While this was going on, I felt a pair hands feeling around my waist and my belt. I felt the belt being removed and a sudden corresponding loss of strength. With a quick thrust of her hips, my costumed 'partner' pushed me away.
Once more, I heard that heavily accented voice in my ear. "See that. She now mocks your punching power. But I know that if you keep punching, you have what it takes to silence her."
I refocused and fired another combination into the same spot. Delighted with the loud groans, I continued to fire punches with both hands, working my way up the middle of her guts. It was surprising that I was hurting her as I didn't feel these punches were as forceful as my earlier ones. I finished off with a double uppercut combination to the solar plexus that blasted the air out her lungs with explosive grunts.
"Wasn't that fun?" asked the voice, now behind my other ear. "You know you like doing this. Don't stop now.
Encouraged by that, I started firing hooks into my target's midsection just above the belly buttton. Although the punches were not penetrating the steel ab 6-pack, the rock wall behind her meant her body could not give with the punches. Through the pleading look in her eyes, I could see the pain the blows were causing.
I briefly switched tactics and began firing hooks into her sides that pushed her body one way then the other. To compensate, I increased the speed of my punches so that as her body moved to its left my right dug in and vice versa. I then went to crossing hooks up under the ribs.
I don't know how long I pounded that body, but I soon felt that I was losing speed and strength. For a brief moment I thought about the belt, and for an instant thought that possibly had something to do with it, but that thought seemed to dissipate just as soon as it formed.
But then that voice spoke again. "Keep going. She's almost ready."
I started in again still concerned my punches didn't seem to be as effective as before. I didn't feel I was pushing that steel pack in as much as I had earlier. I stopped punching, moved a couple of steps back and took a deep breath, hoping to recover some strength to continue pounding. I looked up at my costumed target to see that her head was hanging down and her breathing ragged.
I felt hands on my shoulders and hot breath on my neck as my 'hostess' whispered, "There. Now she's ready. Take her. She wants you. She's the most beautiful women ever, here just for you."
Hearing those words, I looked again at the costumed woman. Suddenly, her face became fuzzy, and the voice in my head was even louder, although I was still unclear as to what it was trying to tell me.
Upon seeing my hesitation, the accented voice was once more in my ear.
"Go ahead! You know she wants you to take her. And you know that you want to take her. Just think of how good it will feel."
I tried to focus in on the muscular blonde in front of me, but now everything became cloudy. For a brief moment, I thought we were both on our knees, my hands on her hips, her's in my hair, breasts rubbing together as our lips played and our tongues probed.
I shook my head, and the chained blonde again came into focus as I again heard the sound of that unclear voice in my head. Wanting to keep control of the situation, my 'hostess' told me how I would never have any woman as beautiful want me as badly as this one did.
Consumed with desire and the feeling that I really did want her, I slowly raised my hands toward her massive mounds. As I moved in closer, things again became very fuzzy. I gently began stroking those humongous breasts. When I squeezed them, the voice became strikingly clear and the face sharply focused.
"You - you're not - !" I stammered. "You - you're - - PowerGirl?! What are you doing here?!"
"You fool!" snarled an icy voice. Just as I fully realized that there indeed was another person in the room, I felt an arm pressed across my throat. Reacting instantly, I twisted to the other side away from the choking arm and drilled my left elbow into the unprotected lower left ribcage. Continuing to turn, I threw a combination right hook that slashed across 6-pack abs followed by a ripping left up into the bottom of her left ribcage. The force of the second punch lifted my 'hostess' off her feet and back in the air. As she tried to get her legs back underneath her, she staggered backwards before she fell to the floor on her butt and skidded into the doorway, curled up and moaning. For the first time, I really got a look at her - a six-foot blonde, obviously in great shape as evidenced by hard abs that I had punched, and the buff build showing through her sleeveless two-piece dark gray spandex outfit.
"Wonder Woman," gasped PowerGirl. "You're all right! Quick! Before she recovers. The keys are on the wall behind you."
I turned around, found the keys and went and retrieved them. When I unlocked the manacles, PowerGirl dropped to one knee and began rubbing one wrist, then the other. Shortly, she stood up as if she was ready to go, but then staggered to her left. I grabbed her and moved her back to the wall so she could steady herself.
"Are you okay?" I asked, obviously concerned, my right hand on her left shoulder. "You should take your time." PowerGirl was leaning with her muscular ass against the wall, head down and hands on her knees. After taking several more deep breaths, she straightened up.
"Thank-you, Princess," she said as she slowly raised her head. "I - Di, look out! Behi - !"
Having let my guard down, I was slow in responding, and turned the wrong way to look over my left shoulder. My back exploded in pain causing me to stagger past PowerGirl. I tried to turn around and get my wits about me to prepare for another strike. As I looked up, I heard my 'host' yelling and screaming in what was probably her native tongue. Before I could focus on her words to figure out what she was saying, I saw her swing what looked like a metal bar at PowerGirl's head. My superheroine sister was just able to get her muscular arms up to absorb the blow before it slammed into her head. Still, it had enough force to send her stumbling back a few steps along the wall.
All in one motion, she spun 180 degrees, loudly spewing what I now realized were curses, and whacked the bar into my right upper arm causing me to slam my left arm into the wall. I felt pain burst in my chest as both my arms went numb. With my legs still not set underneath me, I knew I was defenseless as the crazed blonde raised the bar over her head preparing to bring it down on mine. As I steeled myself for the inevitable, a blue-booted foot slashed between us and smacked into her midsection.
With an explosive grunt, the blonde doubled over, the bar creating a breeze as it just sailed past me and banged to the floor. PowerGirl followed up with a sharp left to the right kidney that brought a loud cry of pain from the blonde's lips as she sunk to the floor on her right knee. PowerGirl grabbed the left arm which had flailed up in the air, pulled blondie to her feet, and flung her through the air back toward the door. She hit the floor and rolled over one and a half times stopping at the wall near the door.
PowerGirl strode over purposely to the blonde, who was slowly getting to her feet. She grabbed my 'hostess' by the arms, pulled her up the rest of the way and pushed her shoulders back against the wall. Knowing that someone was to get what they justly deserved gave me the strength to straighten up a bit.
Suddenly, movement in the doorway caught my eye. Now it was my turn to shout a warning.
"PowerGirl! In the doorway!" Just as PowerGirl turned to look, a tall dark-haired figure in a long trench coat, sunglasses and hat blew a puff of powder into her face. The superheroine staggered backwards, her face slowly taking on that telling blank look. Powered now by anger, I advanced on the new player in the game. As I approached her, she took off her glasses, looked me up and down, then smirked. She then looked at my 'hostess' who was heading towards PowerGirl and she shook her head before turning around completely, and making good her escape. Her last look reminded me that PowerGirl was once again helpless, and at the mercy of the blonde, who was likely still very angry.
"Only a coward needs powders and metal bars when she fights," I pointed out indignantly to my 'hostess'.
In reply, the blonde stopped her advance toward PowerGirl and side-snapped her left foot toward my midsection. I easily knocked it away with my arms causing her to spin back to her left. Off balance, she was unable to protect herself as I drove my left knee up into her lower right ribcage. This sent her staggering a bit more to her left so that her bellybutton was in perfect position for a straight right. She doubled over groaning loudly, hands wrapped around her middle. An uppercut to each breast straightened her up and forced her back the the wall. I then unleashed my Amazon fury upon her body with slashing hooks, pumping uppercuts and ramrod punches to her stomache and full 36D breasts.
Only once before have I released that much energy on an ordinary human. And this blonde did not last as long in this encounter as the first one did. In only minutes, she was sliding down the wall to land on her butt, unconscious.
I turned to PowerGirl and waited for her to come out of her trance.
"Are you okay?" I asked after several minutes.
At first she said nothing, then nodded slowly. "Thanks, again."
"And thank-you," I returned. "Do you know who she is?" I asked as we turned and moved toward the blonde.
"No," replied PowerGirl simply as we bent down to take a closer look at her. "And I don't know who her friend was either."
I nodded as I looked back through the doorway. I straightened up and went into the outer room to look around. Not finding anything of significance beyond my belt and Golden Lasso, I came back to PowerGirl. She was standing holding a necklace.
"'B' 'N'?" I asked as she handed it to me. "I don't recognize those initials as belonging to any known associates of the most common baddies. Either she's a new player, or someone brought in especially for this job?"
"By Cheetah?" asked PowerGirl, almost rhetorically.
"That would be my guess," I responded as PowerGirl nodded in agreement. We then arranged to bring her back here for further questioning.
"Wow!" I respond when my princess finally finishes. "So, is she still here now, and have you learned anything?"
"All she's giving us is that she was paid to do a job," Wonder Woman answers disappointedly. "I believe that she was conditioned to give that response as she believes it to be the truth. But there's something more that's bothering you." When I hesitate, she gets up and comes over to me. "You know I trust you implicitly. Please, trust me now so that there may be nothing between us."
I look into her reassuring face, relax a little and smile. "Well, I guess I was concerned about us, you know, considering how you seem to feel about PowerGirl."
Diana laughs and shakes her head in response. "Do I have to remind you what happened?" she asked with a mischieveous smile.
"I don't get it. What did I miss?" I ask confused and feeling a little hurt.
"Twice I knew somethng was wrong. Don't you remember that first I kissed her and later I caressed her breasts?" she asks softly.
"Well, yeah," I reply sheepishly. "But - I - - "
"When I kissed her, she didn't taste right. And when my host said 'the most beautiful women ever', a face that was not PowerGirl's came into my mind," Diana explains gently. When I still to look at her blankly, she continues, smiling, "I saw you. So when I felt those breasts, I knew they weren't yours. They didn't feel perfect the way yours do. That's what saved us both."
I feel myself blush as I stare at her open-mouthed as she gets up to leave.
"And you know of course, that you played another important part in the tale," Wonder Woman continues teasingly as she looks down at me. When I shrug and slowly shake my head, she laughs again and concludes with her blue eyes sparkling, "The only other human female I've ever unleashed my fury upon was you. And you absorbed a lot more punishment that day than she did this afternoon. What you went through that day in the ring, and later in my fortress clearly demonstrated your uniqueness. That - and your exquisite beauty Red, are what make you so attractive to me."