CHAPTER IX
The morning passed uneventfully for Patricia/Wonder Woman as she spent it working in the kitchen. Laura explained that everyone had to do their "fair share" and that meant handling some small chores. "It's supposed to teach you some humility as well as discipline," the teen explained. Again, Wonder Woman was struck by how effective the program could be for someone in a depressed state. The important thing was to bring order to their life … the less time a depressed or troubled soul had to dwell on their problems, the better off they would likely be.
However, the menial tasks of washing and drying dishes did little to ease the Amazon's mind. She KNEW something had happened yesterday with the video. She couldn't remember anything after giving the introduction, but she knew there was more. Why had she blacked out? She couldn't say, but she knew she probably wouldn't like the answer.
Before long, it was time for "Patrcia's" session with Doctor Lorio. Once again, she went through the humiliating effort of changing into her costume in front of Greta, but she tried to ignore the hulking nurse. The low whistle Greta gave as she gazed upon the naked Amazon's body was a little tough to ignore, though.
Finally, Dr. Lorio entered the room. "Thank you, Nurse Greta. Patricia, are you ready to begin?"
"Yes, Doctor Lorio," she answered.
The doctor settled in behind his desk and watched as Wonder Woman sat in front of him, crossing her legs. Lord, how she took his breath away - the satiny bustier with the gold emblem on the front, the blue tights with the white stars on them, the golden tiara with the red star in the middle, the red boots with the white stripes … the whole ensemble was the definition of warrior and woman. The only thing that saved him from gaping noticeably was the professional detachment he had gained from decades of training.
"Tell me, Patricia," he began, "do you still believe you're Wonder Woman?"
The Amazon frowned … she figured this is what Lorio expected her to do if asked this question. Inwardly, though, she smiled. She had begun anticipating the session midway through her chores and began running over the answers she would give to the questions posed. This was certainly one of them.
"I'm … I'm not sure, doctor," she finally answered. "Every fiber of my being says I have to get out of here … that there are people in danger who need my help. But there are other issues that I know aren't right and I can't imagine Wonder Woman facing these things."
"What issues?" the doctor probed.
"I'm blacking out," she said. This much was true, so she might as well put it out there … perhaps the doctor could enlighten her. "Periods of time are disappearing. I wake up and can't remember how I got there or what happened."
"Anything else?" he asked.
"I'm having more … urges … than I have ever had," she said. She paused, then elaborated saying, "Sexual issues."
The doctor nodded. Privately, he figured all of what Wonder Woman said was actually true. The fact she was admitting it to him was a tad surprising, but not wholly unexpected. "Tell me, Patricia … do you think these … urges, as you call them … have anything to do with the blackouts?"
Wonder Woman frowned. She fully doubted the two were related and, if so, were only peripherally related. No, something else was going on but she had no idea what it was. Still, she had to play the doctor's game - for now - to figure it out.
"I don't know, doctor. What do you think?"
"Well, Patricia, it's possible. But there's one way we can certainly find out. Tell me, do you remember anything about yesterday? The movie we made?"
The patient shook her head. "I remember the beginning … the introduction … but that's all. Everything after that is a blank."
Doctor Lorio smiled and jotted something on his notepad. Again, it was more for the effect than any actual notetaking … he had everything memorized in his head since you can't be too careful with someone as dangerous as Wonder Woman. "Well, would you like to see the tape? Perhaps something in it can jog your memory."
Wonder Woman was both apprehensive and intrigued. She wanted to watch the tape, but part of her was terrified. "What if it's something close to my nightmare?" she wondered. "Could I actually do anything like that?" Slowly, she nodded her ascent to the doctor.
Lorio pressed a button on a remote control and a cabinet across the room opened, revealing a television and a VCR. The screen came to life and there was the Amazon, her hands on her hips and smiling broadly.
"Hi, I'm Wonder Woman. You might remember me from such adventures as the 'Tale of the Gold Monkey Paw' and 'Superfriends Save the Universe.' I'm here today to tell you about some other adventures … things that you won't read about in the paper. Well, at least not entirely. The first adventure begins at a regular convenience store robbery. I arrived on the scene just as the robbers were fleeing the store so I followed them. But these were clever men. At every subway stop, one of them got out of the car and ran to the subway. I was left following just one of them … the one driving the car. I figured I could catch him and he would give me the names of his partners in crime. We finally arrived at his run-down apartment …"
The screen and Wonder Woman's memory faded to black at this point … but the tape kept rolling. For some reason, the words of that old radio commentator flashed through the Amazon's mind, "And now … the REST of the story."
As the scene faded in, Wonder Woman was in a run-down apartment. She had tracked down one of the thugs to this hellhole and was peeking inside. The man was thin with a scruffy blonde beard. He looked to be in his mid-30s but was actually 22. Heroin could age someone quickly.
The man kicked back, popped open a beer and began watching television. Slowly, the Amazon climbed in a (conveniently open) window. She assumed her classic power pose and yelled, "Give it up, scumbag!"
The thug fell out of his chair in an obviously overexaggerated attempt at surprise. "Won- Won- Wonder Woman!"
"That's right, you evildoer. Your days of thievery are over!"
Gregory Lorio winced as he watched the tape. He knew the dialogue was waaaaaay over the top, but the public's expectations for such fare were so low any attempt at REAL plot would be wasted. "And, let's face it," he thought, "how many morons watch this shit or read the stories because they're well-done? Most of them just fast-forward to 'the good stuff' anyway."
The thief stumbled backwards, grabbed his gun off the end table and fired it at the Amazon. Although they were blanks (no one wanted to accidentally be hit by a ricochet) the sound effects people did a marvelous job of simulating the real bullets-and-bracelets sound. And, in what Lorio figured was a nice homage to the old Superman TV episodes of his youth, when the thug was out of bullets, he threw his gun at the Amazon. And, as per the script, she ducked.
"You have nowhere to go," she said. "Give it up."
The bad guy charged at her, but the superheroine deftly sidestepped the criminal and pushed him to the ground. She landed on top of him and jerked one of his arms up behind his back.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Fuck you!" he answered, only to have the arm twisted up further. "AAAHHH!!! OK! OK! Ray."
"Well, Ray, you want to tell me about where everyone else is and where the money is?"
Ray grunted once, but finally said, "They're all over. We're supposed to meet later. I don't know where the money is. Honest!"
Satisfied with the answer, Wonder Woman grabbed his other arm and tied Ray's hands behind his back with her lasso. She stood and put a boot on his back to keep him pinned, then looked around the rest of the apartment. She sighed slightly ("Nice touch," Lorio thought. "She's a natural actress.").
"Well, Ray, we have a little problem," she said. "You know you were part of the crime and I know you were in on it, but there's no evidence to prove it. You have a ski mask, but any lawyer could say that it's just a coincidence and you'd get off. And since any confession provided by my magic lasso of truth has been ruled inadmissible into evidence, there's no way I can force you to confess."
"What are you going to do?" Ray asked blandly. He was a lousy actor, Lorio knew, but Ray served his purpose.
"I command you to wait here," she answered, then she climbed out the window. The screen faded to black for a moment then came back up as she re-entered the room holding a small gold purse with a big red star on it.
"You know, Ray, there are a few occasions when an incident like this crops up," Wonder Woman began. "I really don't like them, but as my mother told me: when life gives you lemons, make lemonade." With that, she reached down, unsnapped and unzipped Ray's pants and yanked them off his body.
Ray's legs were white and bony, like the rest of him, and his underwear was a dingy grey-white color. "What are you doing?!?" he yelled.
"Just teaching you a lesson," she said as she pulled the underwear off him. Ray was not especially well-endowed and the fear of the situation wasn't helping any. Ray started fidgeting, but he couldn't move much with his hands behind his back and Wonder Woman's boot on him.
"Stop moving," she commanded. Ray froze, but the terror in his eyes was noticeable. This wasn't in the script Lorio had given him, but the doctor had decided Ray's addiction was too much and it was time to cut his losses. Thus, Ray was just right for this part.
Wonder Woman stepped away from her prisoner. "You know, living on an island full of women, you learn things." She opened her small bag and slowly reached inside. "You learn that there are things women can do much better than men … and that women are sometimes better at handling things than even a man."
Slowly, she pulled out the contents of the bag - an eight-inch strap-on dildo. But this was no ordinary dildo. It was a specially-made device, painted bright blue with white stars on it … matching the briefs the Amazon wore. The Amazon turned away as she pulled down her tights, showing only her lovely derriere to the camera. Then she stepped into the strap-on. As she turned back around, your eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the eight-inch faux cock poking out from her groin.
She kneeled down and whispered in Ray's ear (but loud enough for the camera to hear): "I've learned that women can actually copulate better than men. It's all in the technique. But tell me, Ray … have you ever experienced anal sex before?"
Ray started crying real tears. Lorio noticed that fear was making Ray a better actor. "No," he whimpered.
Wonder Woman patted his head lightly. "Well, I don't know how to tell you this then, but it's going to hurt. Unless you would like to lube it up for me … and I would STRONGLY encourage you to do that. Otherwise, it can be really, really bloody."
Ray shook his head … stubborn to the end. But he changed his mind when the Amazon said, "Suit yourself," yanked his hips into a kneeling position and moved behind him.
"Wait! Wait!" he screamed. "OK! OK! I'll do it!"
"Smart move," she said calmly. Wonder Woman released his hips and walked in front of the kneeling criminal, the blue cock with white stars on it bobbing in time with her steps. Ray looked at the dildo positioned before his face and started crying again.
"Oh, come on, Ray," Wonder Woman said. "I imagine you've had women do this to you. All you have to do is open your mouth and go to work. It's only hard rubber. Just be grateful I'm not a real man and won't ejaculate down your throat."
Slowly, Ray opened his mouth and slid the "penis" inside. He started moving up and down as he liked women to do to him while he tried not to look at the off-camera monitor documenting his humiliation. Meanwhile, another camera was filming the Amazon looking down on her captive, one hand on his head while the other slid slowly up and down the center of her chest then into her hair … playing the part of a woman in ecstasy.
"Mmmmm … you sure are a good cock-sucker," Wonder Woman purred. "Too bad I can't take you to prison. They would love you there."
After a few more minutes, Wonder Woman stepped back and Ray nearly fell on his face. With his hands still tied behind his back, he didn't have very good leverage. By the time he had gotten his bearings, the Amazon was behind him again, ready for the main event.
"Play time's over, Ray," she said. "It's time to teach you a lesson."
As she watched the video, Wonder Woman remembered that this was the point in the script where she was going to stop the filming and bust everyone. Instead, she saw herself move behind this man as she heard him plead. She wanted to turn away, yet she was strangely compelled to continue watching …
"No! I'm sorry!" Ray yelled. "I won't do it any-AAAAAAAARRRGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!"
Wonder Woman had no mercy as she plunged into his virgin asshole. She moved in and out, sawing him like a log in winter. Ray screamed for the first minute, then slowly began whimpering. At that point, Wonder Woman reached around his waist and started massaging his cock.
"When you cum, I'll stop," she said. "So you better cum soon."
Lorio was very impressed with the editing techniques his producers used. They would go from a full-body shot of America's heroine raping this thug to a close-up of the dildo moving in and out of him to a shot of her hands (her identifiable bracelets in every shot) yanking his dick.
Finally, Ray pathetically fired his load onto the floor and on part of Wonder Woman's hand. She patted him on the head with her other hand, wiped the cum from her hand on his back then started to pull out. However, she stopped and moved back inside him, prompting more whimpering.
"One last thing, Ray," she said. "Lick it up off the floor. Lick it up and I'll pull out. Otherwise, I'll have to wait for you to cum again. And I can keep this up a lot longer than you can."
The broken man edged back and positioned his face above his own semen. Slowly, his tongue exited his mouth and he began lapping up his own seed … his tears adding to the dampness of the floor.
"Good boy, Ray," Wonder Woman said as she slowly pulled out of his ass. "Good boy." The Amazon stood up and, again turning away from the camera, began putting on her regular tights. "Now we just have to figure out what to do with …"
A shadowy figure moved approached Wonder Woman from behind and clubbed her over the head with a blackjack. The screen faded to black …
While Wonder Woman and Doctor Gregory Lorio were watching the sordid videotape, Police Chief Samuel Norris was continuing his investigation. This was not an official case since no officer was officially assigned to it. Still, that didn't mean the Chief wasn't working on it. In fact, he was beginning to get an uneasy feeling. It had been three days since Wonder Woman had entered the clinic and, frankly, he had figured she would have wrapped everything up by now. She usually did.
The fact he hadn't even heard from her was also worrying him. Surely she needed some information from him. Maybe he shouldn't have sent her in there by herself. He vaguely remembered some reporter about 20 years ago who checked herself into an insane asylum to do an undercover exposé of how patients were treated. Then, the reporter had a devil of a time proving she was actually sane. Maybe Wonder Woman was doped up on something and unable to function.
Whatever, Norris decided that if he hadn't heard anything by tomorrow, he was going to visit the hospital.
Back in Dr. Lorio's office, Wonder Woman would have gladly traded an afternoon of medicinal treatment to what she was watching. She had just raped a man … against his will since Ray was obviously a lousy actor. Now, she had no idea of what was coming, but she had no choice but to watch.
As the screen came back to life, the camera slowly panned back from Wonder Woman's unconscious face to reveal her lying on the floor. Three pairs of feet were around her.
"Look who's finally waking up," one of them said.
"Yeah, Wonder Whore-man," another snickered.
"We saw what you did to Ray," the first one began. "Now it's time for a little payback."
Wonder Woman tried to shake the cobwebs out of her head from the blow. "What … what are you talking about?"
The third man … the one who had been silent up to now … kneeled down into the camera shot. He was still wearing his ski mask, so no one could tell who he was. He said, "We're talking about fucking you the way you fucked Ray." He then backhanded the Amazon across the face, sending her back to the floor.
Gregory Lorio smiled. Charlie Back had helped him at the police station by tipping him off as to "Patricia" actually being Wonder Woman, so this was an easy way to pay him back. Charlie was going to rape the Amazon princess … and no one would know it was him.
"Gentlemen … if you'd do the honors," Charlie said. The two other men moved to opposite ends of the Amazon lying face-first on the ground. One grabbed her wrists and handcuffed them around a wooden beam. The other stood by her feet.
"You fucked Ray up pretty good. Now, let's see how YOU like taking it up the ass," Charlie said. He yanked down the briefs, exposing her ass for all to see. The dazed Wonder Woman knew something was wrong, but she couldn't collect her thoughts as the stars were rolling around her head.
Charlie Back was REALLY getting into his role. Here was the most powerful and beautiful woman on the planet … and she was at his mercy. He used both hands to separate her ass cheeks, exposing her asshole for everyone to see. The little pink star was as cute as could be. "Let's see how it looks with my dick inside it," he said.
By this point, Wonder Woman had begun to come to. She realized she was supposed to resist, so she began moving back and forth, struggling a little. The thug near her face slapped her and said, "Quit your fightin' or we'll really hurt ya!"
"Please … don't do that," the Amazon pleaded. "I-I've never done that before."
"You're a virgin?!?" Charlie asked with the right amount of incredulity. "Well, Ray was a virgin, too, but that didn't stop you. Why should it stop me. Now, do you want to lube me up the way he lubed you up or do you want me to just plunge right in?"
The Amazon weighed her options. Finally, she said, "Come here."
Charlie stood over Wonder Woman, his cock hanging in front of her face. Slowly, she raised her eyes, looking right at him, and slid his penis into her red ruby lips. Charlie was pleased … she was a good cocksucker … as she swirled her tongue around the head of his dick. She managed to go fairly far down his shaft, then she used her lips to create a vacuum as she moved back to the tip. It was as if she truly was sucking the seed out of him and it drove Charlie crazy.
Finally, he shot his load right into her mouth. The Amazon took it, never letting any out, until he had finished. Finally, she smiled - a small sheen of cum making her lips a little brighter. She then turned politely to her left and let the semen flow out of her mouth to the floor.
Charlie barely noticed. He had just fucked the face of Wonder Woman. HE HAD JUST FACE-FUCKED WONDER WOMAN!!!! And he wanted more. But as a 42-year-old man, he couldn't just wish his prick to get hard again. It took a little time.
"Manny, Bill … if you want a piece …" he said. Charlie's two partners didn't need much more of an invitation. They began tugging off their clothes while the Amazon simply laid there for the taking.
"One thing," Charlie began, "you only get her mouth. Nothing else. And you have to cum on her face. Understand?" Both men nodded.
For the next 20 minutes, Manny and Bill took turns getting the Amazon to suck their dicks. By the time they had both cum all over Wonder Woman's face, Charlie was ready again. With Wonder Woman on all fours, he moved behind her, his cock hard again.
"Now, let's see that fine Wonder ass again," Charlie said. He moved back towards Wonder Woman's legs and looked at the famous blue and white star-spangled tights pooled around her thighs. He slid them further down until they were completely off. He held them up to the camera, then buried his face in them, inhaling her scent fully.
"No, please … don't!" she began pleading.
"Why not?" Charlie asked, tossing the blue tights aside. "Didn't you get hot fucking Ray? Didn't in turn you on to be in control? Come on, now, Wonder Slut … you enjoyed it, didn't you? I smelled it. You have to tell the truth because the lasso is around you."
Wonder Woman frowned, then whispered, "Yes … I enjoyed it."
Charlie moved his hand between her legs, feeling the soft hair of her pussy. He slid one finger into her and slowly rubbed her. "Does that feel good?"
"Yes"
"If you want me to stop, I will. But I don't think you want me to stop, do you?"
She was quiet, then whispered, "No."
A few quiet minutes passed with Charlie rubbing her and the camera getting good angles. Lorio had told him to be sure to spread her lips so the viewing public could "think pink" when they watched it. The doctor was quite impressed that the Wonder clit was very visible and Charlie was doing a good job pleasuring the Amazon. That much was obvious by another camera angle, that showed her eyes closed and her face contorting in pleasure.
Charlie finally spoke again: "You want to cum, don't you?"
"Y-yes," she whispered.
"But I'm not going to let you," he said. Charlie's hand froze, fractions of an inch away from her clit. Wonder Woman whimpered slightly. "At least, I won't let you until I get to do to you what you did to Ray."
Wonder Woman glanced at the monitor. She felt the cock on her asshole. She looked at another monitor that showed her face, the sheen of cum all over it. She furrowed her brow, then told Charlie what she wanted.
"Fuck my ass!" she screamed. "Fuck my virgin ass! I'm a cock slut and want your big fat dick in my shithole!"
Charlie plunged in and Wonder Woman … the champion of all women … screamed in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. Charlie Back, though, couldn't believe it. Here he was … an average guy, a regular cop, a father of two in what had become a loveless marriage. But, here he was, fucking one of the most desirable women on the planet - "No," he thought, "THE most desirable woman on the planet" - in the most intimate way. And she had asked … hell, BEGGED … him to do it.
He reached up and slid a hand into her bustier, savoring the feel of his cock in her ass and her tit in his hand. He massaged a nipple until it got hard. He then slid it out, making sure the camera could see what her breasts looked like.
After 10 minutes, he stiffened. He knew he was close, but his ejaculation kinda snuck up on him. He came, then collapsed on top of the back of Wonder Woman. After a few seconds, Charlie remembered what Lorio had told him and he moved out of the Amazon's ass. He then spread her asscheeks so the viewers could see his cum trickling out of her crack. Sure enough, there it was … slowly seeping out. The final scene of the video showed a close-up of the cum-covered face of Wonder Woman whispering something.
"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
Fade to black …
CHAPTER X
Back in the Doctor Lorio's office …
Wonder Woman stared at the blank screen, her jaw slightly agape. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. Had she just BEGGED for a man to insert his penis into her anus … and liked it? Had she just performed oral sex on three men … and liked it? Had she just allowed a man to touch her in the most intimate of manners … and liked it? This wasn't right. It just … wasn't … RIGHT. And why couldn't she remember any of it?
Doctor Greg Lorio, meanwhile, was quietly savoring the look of dismay on the Amazon's face. He could almost read her thoughts. "What's going on? I wouldn't do anything like that … would I?" she was thinking. He could practically HEAR it! But he wanted to hear it for himself … hear her admit it in HER voice.
"So, Patricia," he finally said, "does any of that ring a bell?"
Wonder Woman shook her head quickly, trying to shake out the cobwebs. "No. No, doctor. I don't remember ANY of it. Are … are you SURE it was ME?"
"Hmmm …" Lorio began. He began writing in the pad as Wonder Woman got a tad more anxious. "Tell me, Patricia, why do you think you don't remember any of it?"
The Amazon thought for a moment. She was truly troubled by what she saw on the screen and she literally didn't have an answer for the doctor. "I-I don't know," she finally said.
"Let's take a look at things," Doctor Lorio began. "First, there is no question that was you on the video. I was there and it was DEFINITELY you. Our job isn't to pull tricks on people … it's to cure them. So that was YOU on the tape. Now, Patricia, tell me about your sexual history, if you don't mind."
Wonder Woman took a deep breath. What could she say? "I … I really don't have a sexual history," she began. "I've had some fantasies, but nothing remotely like what I just saw on the screen."
Lorio nodded. "Fantasies. OK, what do you do about your fantasies? Do you masturbate while thinking about them."
The Amazon blushed again and shook her head.
"Why not?"
"It's not proper," she answered.
"Proper?" Lorio asked. He then jotted a couple of notes on the pad. "Not acting on your desires is improper and, to be frank, has led you to a severe case of denial. Patricia, you are going to have to do some intense soul searching here - do you want to live a normal life full of love and pleasure? Or do you want to inhabit a fantasy world trying to live up to a standard Wonder Woman herself can't attain - a chaste, loveless, repressed existence?"
"I doubt Wonder Woman is …" she began, then she froze. Was she chaste? Certainly … well, at least she was before coming here. Loveless? Aside from her family and sisters on Paradise Island (whom she rarely saw), yes. Repressed? Definitely not … except, the doctor was making some intriguing observations. Why couldn't she refute him? She had the wisdom of the Greek gods, yet her mind was as cloudy as a stormy day.
"Yes?" Lorio finally asked.
The Amazon looked back at him. "Nothing, doctor."
"Very well," he said. "So, Patricia, tell me about one of your fantasies."
Wonder Woman furrowed her brow. There was no way she was going to tell him a real fantasy of hers, but she had to make it relatively believable. "I … I dream of a man … a handsome man. He has a beautiful white horse and he …"
"No, no, NO, Patricia," Dr. Lorio interrupted. "That's way too cliché and, to be honest, I've seen the passion of which you are capable. You saw it, too, on the video. You don't think you could have done that with sweet, innocent little princess fantasies, do you? No, I want to know the REAL fantasies you have."
"I … I don't know what you mean," she stammered.
"Of course you do, Patricia. You're just afraid to say. So let me give you some help … there is nothing you can say that will leave this room. You mother and father won't find out about it. Your friends won't find out about it. Your co-workers won't ever know. The police won't know. Your comrades in the Justice League won't hear." The Amazon glanced up when he said that, but he quickly smiled and added, "Just kidding." Wonder Woman chuckled slightly. "Good, you're loosening up. So, come on, tell me."
The smile disappeared and she looked down. "What is he looking for," she thought, "and how would I truly answer his question?"
The doctor stood. "I think I have an idea of what your fantasy is, Patricia, but you need to say it." He came out from behind his desk to stand in front of the seated Amazon. "How about I tell you what I think and you correct me at any point you think I'm wrong."
Wonder Woman nodded silently, looking at the doctor's feet.
"Patricia, I think you are a very insecure person," he began. "You see yourself as being quite insignificant in the grand scheme of things and you feel there is no place for you in this world. As such, you have adopted a persona that gives you power … one in which you matter and are important - Wonder Woman. However, the feelings of insecurity are still there. Wonder Woman shares these. Why else would she dress the way she does? Why else would she take such a militant feminist position? Come on, women have many advantages they didn't have 20 years ago, but Wonder Woman acts like all men expect their women to stay barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. Women today are enjoying sex as much as men are … but not Wonder Woman … or you, Patricia. Why?"
Wonder Woman looked up with tears in her eyes. Lorio was taking a gamble working without the lasso around the Amazon. He knew his commands in the limousine allowed him some freedom over her, but he also knew she had a strong, strong will that wouldn't easily be swayed. He had to be careful, but walking this tightrope excited him even more. Were the tears real or part of the act? He couldn't say, but it made it all the more enticing to think they were.
"Won't answer? OK. How about this: Wonder Woman doesn't enjoy sex because she knows the only way she COULD enjoy it was if she were submissive. And that goes against her entire credo of womanly superiority."
The Amazon began shaking her head. "No. No, that's not it at all, Doctor Lorio."
"Oh? OK, you tell me then, Patricia. Did it look like you enjoyed what happened to you in the video? And if so, why don't you remember any of it?"
"I … I don't know."
"Because you don't want to remember it!" he answered. "Think about it, Patricia. By not remembering, you have absolved yourself of any wrongdoing. It's not your fault. Nothing happened. Why? Because you don't remember it. And if you can't remember it, it never happened."
The tears were coming harder, which excited Dr. Lorio all the more. He walked behind Wonder Woman and put a hand on her shoulder. She didn't move.
"Patricia, I can help you, but it isn't going to be easy. In fact, it will be painful. But breaking down destructive walls built over a 20-year period is always painful. However, when it's over, you will be able to live a normal, productive life. However, I have to know a few things, OK?"
Wonder Woman sniffed and nodded slowly.
"Have I been wrong about any of this? If so, now is the time to say so. Otherwise, the treatment will not work." The Amazon looked down and slowly moved her head from side to side.
"OK, the second question - do you really want help? If not, that's OK. You can leave, but if you do, you can't come back. If you want the help, though, you'll have to do what I say. Understand?"
Wonder Woman nodded. Part of her was screaming to leave … to get away while she could. Things were unquestionably wrong in her mind, but much like someone who has read 500 pages of a 600-page book, she had to stick around to see how things turned out.
Doctor Lorio smiled and returned behind his desk. He knew she couldn't leave with so many young girls in the hospital. "OK, Patricia. You have agreed to stay and take part in our most arduous treatment. Sign these papers and we'll get started. Notice that if you break the agreement at any time, unorthodox punishments aren't just allowed, but encouraged and employed. Signing this says you agree to abide by all conditions of the contract."
Wonder Woman signed her "name" and handed them back to the doctor.
Once the doctor filed the papers he stood again. "Patricia, you have agreed to become a slave here at the hospital. It will teach you to accept your desires as normal and healthy. Obey your master's commands and life will be good. Disobey, and there are consequences. Now … kneel for your master."
The Amazon stood, her blue star-spangled tights and her red satin bustier hugging every curve. She stood a good three inches taller then the doctor. He held his breath as she towered over him, then he exhaled as she slowly sank to her knees and bowed her head in the classic submissive position.
"Yes, master," she whispered.
Lorio could hardly contain his glee. The world's mightiest woman had freely knelt before him and called him "master." OK, it wasn't entirely of her own free will, but it was a start. Now for the hardest part of the deal.
"Thank you, Patricia, but I'm not your master. I can't treat you and provide the level of attention you need. We will still meet, but your master is right here."
The door opened and a well-built man entered the room. He wore no shirt, revealing his muscular barrel chest. He also wore black pants, black boots and a black mask that covered his entire face. In one hand he held a whip. In the other hand, he held a metal collar that was an inch thick. He held the collar out.
"Put this on, slave," he ordered. Wonder Woman obeyed. It wasn't very tight, but the symbolism was unmistakable and turned her stomach. She stifled back tears as she attached it behind her neck, then looked back to her new "master."
"Now, kiss my boots!"
Slowly, the Amazon leaned forward and did as she was told. And, quietly, Sean Reams - the man behind the mask - smiled. His day had arrived.