Midnight Meetings

Midnight Meetings by Slamburger

Edward Brittingham was halfway through his second cigarette before the first of them began to show up. Granted, this wasn’t exactly a publicly posted meeting, nor were the attendees what you’d call society’s darlings, but he still expected some degree of professionalism. At the very least, he thought, they could pay attention to punctuality. Little things like timing could become major problems, provided they accepted his proposal.
And they’d accept, he smiled. They might be criminals, but they weren’t fools.
One by one, they made their way to his courtyard. An opulent garden, though not nearly as nice as his true home in London. Capital City kept up a fairly nice cosmopolitan air, but it lacked the history and grandeur England offered.
Mr. Mesmer was the first to arrive, simply hypnotizing the guard into letting him pass. The Ghost brothers simply bypassed the entrance test entirely, becoming intangible and invisible at the same moment, and took Brittingham by surprise, appearing in their appointed seats at the table. Bloody unsettling, he thought, but a useful talent, nonetheless.
Dr. Mannekin fooled several guards by using decoys of himself. While Brittingham’s hired thugs chased them down, the real Mannekin simply scaled the wall of the courtyard, suffering barely a scratch in the process. Smuggler Pete was more abrasive, simply clubbing the remaining guards with his blackjack. Forward, but effective, Edward noted.
After the last of them had been settled, offered drinks, and were through discussing war stories about who’d been beaten by whom, Brittingham raised his glass.
“Gentlemen,” he said, “I applaud your efforts to get here, though I frown on your lack of punctuality.”
“So we were late,” Smuggler Pete smiled, taking a long pull off one of Edward’s Cuban imports. “What of it?”
“Timing, gentlemen,” he nodded respectfully toward Pete, “is everything to my proposition. It will require something else you’re probably not used to…teamwork.”
“Intriguing,” Mesmer smiled at him. “What is your proposition?”
Brittingham put up a hand. “First, introductions. Most of you know each other. Your professions and your histories do you credit, but you know little or nothing of me…at least not as you see me now. Perhaps, though, you’ve heard of The Researcher?”
There were a couple snickers. Even Mesmer, a most reserved gentleman, covered his mouth with his hand. Leave it to Pete to be the most forward. “The Researcher? He’s a chump! All he ever did was study great crimes and try to duplicate them. Hell, he got beat out by Robin one time. If you’re him, I’m outta here!”
“I am him,” Brittingham bore out the insult. “And I confess, my career in crime has been, shall we say, less than stellar. Nevertheless, I have a proposal that, if we pool our talents, can hand this city over to you, lock stock and barrel.
“Consider this,” he continued. “Who is the protector of Capital City?”
“That’s fairly obvious,” Mannekin spoke for everyone. “Wonder Woman, of course.”
“And sometimes her sidekick,” Pete cut in.
“Yes,” Edward noted. “Wonder Girl. Suffice to say, you’ve all, save for the Ghost brothers, who I’ve invited in on my own, suffered at least one stay in the company of the State thanks to those two do-gooders.”
There were murmurs of agreement from around the table, and Edward knew he had them. “Consider, though,” he continued. “That Capital City has no other protectors. No other costumed heroes to take up the mantle should Wonder Woman…disappear.”
“They hardly need one,” Dr. Mannekin intercepted. “She’s simply too powerful. I’ve always tried to avoid direct confrontations with her, personally.”
“You got that right,” Smuggler Pete agreed.
“And that’s the problem, gentlemen. You’ve been working solo, when, if we were to work in unison, we could be rid of Wonder Woman, and her sidekick if need be, permanently.” Brittingham slammed his hand on the table to emphasize the point.
“I’ve got a plan,” he looked at them all, “that will defeat the Amazonian princess once and for all. It requires your cooperation, but the payoff will be great, indeed. You’ll have Capital City at your beck and call. If you’re careful, and you don’t get overly greedy, you can live quite comfortable lives of crime safely within her limits.”
“You…the Researcher,” Pete made it sound like the joke it might have been a few months ago, “are going to take out Wonder Woman?”
“Precisely,” he let the barb go again. “With your help, gentlemen. You see, to live up to my name, I do a lot of research before planning out a crime. In doing so, I go through countless government records, surf the net constantly, and basically keep a sharp eye out for things that…well, need noticing, so to speak. I came across something last month that gave me this idea…and I know with your help it will work.”
“Gentlemen, I know Wonder Woman’s secret identity.”
Edward cherished the silence for a moment, knowing he had them all now, fully rapt with attention. They were in. As he’d noted before, they were criminals, not fools.

Message of Despair

Diana hated the car. It was so much easier to simply fly wherever she needed to go, or take the jet if it were a longer distance. The car was earthbound, and it was held in check by the limits of man’s world. It had to follow the streets wherever they led, obey traffic lights, and take much longer than a simple flight as Wonder Woman would. Still, she knew she had to keep up the appearance of normality. Diana Prince did not fly, no matter how much she might wish to. So she tolerated the car and the extra half hour it took her to get from work to home.
Normally, it wouldn’t be such a big deal, but her sister Dru was in town and they spent such little time together, what with Diana’s duties here and Dru’s training back on Paradise Island, that every bit was precious. She’d hoped they might do a little shopping tonight, or catch a movie. Dru was totally excited by every aspect of man’s world, so Diana made it a point to expose her to as much of it as possible.
As she pulled into the driveway of her modest home, she waved hello to her neighbor across the street. Mr. Jones would probably have another heart attack if he realized he lived on the same street as Wonder Woman, the heroine who’d “miraculously” appeared and whisked him away to the hospital that night last year. She smiled and headed for the door.
Dru met her at the door, a panicked look on her face. Diana figured something minor had happened. She’d seen another murder on television or burned the toast again. A deeper look into her eyes revealed something worse…something far worse, was going on.
“Dru, what is it?”
She was holding a piece of paper in nervous, shaking hands. Her voice was wispy, forced. “I-I got your mail, Diana. This was in the box.”
Diana took the paper and looked at it. She read it several times to be sure.

Diana Prince,
We know that you’re really Wonder Woman. We also know your sister Druscilla is Wonder Girl. Both of you are to come to 1322 Willow-Dale Court at precisely 7 p.m. tonight. In costume. If you don’t, the world will know your secret, and the people you work with will die. Don’t disappoint us.

There was no signature. The letter wasn’t handwritten, but typed neatly. No real way to trace it for prints. Dru had handled it, as had she. Any number of other people may have touched it. Diana checked her watch. There really wasn’t time, anyhow.
“W-what do we do?” Dru sounded bad, but the note had been specific. She had to accompany Diana, but first she had to calm down.
“Dru, this is bad. I think you know that. It’s obviously a trap, but if someone knows our identities, we have to find some way to stop them. I need your help on this. I need Wonder Girl’s help on this.”
That ought to bring her around. Usually, Diana had to tell Dru to stay in the background or leave the tough stuff to her. The fact that she said she needed her help would hopefully bring her around.
She swallowed hard, and straightened up. “Of course, Di-I mean Wonder Woman. I’m okay. I’m just…”
“Nervous?” Diana put a comforting hand on her sister’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, this wasn’t how I planned to spend the evening either. But if this person’s serious, and he apparently does know about us, we’ve got to stop him, or the people we love are going to get killed.”
“Right,” Dru agreed. “We can’t let that happen!”
Diana smiled. Her sister was younger, but she had a heart as brave and bold as any Amazon in the history of her race. “Then let’s change and get over there. We don’t have a lot of time.”

Intangible confrontations, Intangible conversations

1322 Willow-Dale Court was a deserted block of the inner city. Plans were underway to raze the section to the ground to make way for high-rise low rent apartments, but like many things in the city, it took time to get the wrecking ball rolling. Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl stood outside the dilapidated old house for several minutes, searching for signs of their unknown enemy.
“Wonder Girl, do you see anything?”
Her partner shook her head. The sun was setting, and even with their superior eyesight, they would have a difficult time making anything out now. It was about five minutes to seven, and they’d both agreed to get there as early as possible. Perhaps they’d made it there ahead of their assailants, Wonder Woman hoped.
“Well, we’d better check out the inside. Keep a quick hand on your lasso, and be ready for anything.”
Wonder Girl quickly checked to make sure her magic lasso was safely secured to her belt, and nodded to Wonder Woman, following her up the steps to the doorway.
“Should we knock?” Wonder Woman smiled, trying to keep her partner optimistic. With a swift kick, she sent the door crashing back on its hinges. She knew they were most likely being watched, so subtlety was pointless. Better, she thought, to let them know we know they’re watching.
The two women made their way through the wreckage and moved cautiously through the living room area of the home. What furniture there was had long been abandoned to the dregs and druggies that probably came here to shoot up. Diana wasn’t crazy about dragging Wonder Girl into this. This place was so different from Paradise Island. Still, she also knew that Druscilla had to experience this first hand, to know it was wrong. The floor creaked under their feet as they moved further back into the house, following a long hallway back into the bedroom areas of the house.
Dru suddenly gave out a small shriek and whirled around. Diana turned quickly. “What is it, Wonder Girl?”
“Something…something just pinched me,” Dru responded.
“Pinched you?” Diana raised an eyebrow, then suddenly felt the unmistakable touch of a hand on her own ass. It gave a quick squeeze and was gone. She whirled around, her back now to Wonder Girl’s. “Lassos out, Wonder Girl,” she ordered, her hand going to her hip, and finding nothing.
“Wonder Woman,” Dru’s panicked voice shot out, “my lasso’s gone!”
“Mine too. Stay calm. Keep your eyes open. We can’t panic.”
Wonder Girl kept saying it over and over to herself. I can’t panic. I can’t panic. I can’t panic. Wonder Woman is here with me. Nothing bad can happen to us. My sister always pulls through.
She felt hot breath blowing into her ear, and a whispery voice that said “Give up.” The breathing continued, gentle, but constant, sending spasms of fright through her body.
“Something’s…breathing in my ear, Wonder Woman!”
Wonder Woman tried to respond, but she found herself suddenly paralyzed with fright. Something was touching her, slowly caressing her thighs, but even as goosebumps formed all over her exposed flesh she tried desperately to look for the source of the caresses, finding nothing. The hands, if that’s what they were, worked their way around her hips and squeezed her ass gently, sensually. She let out a small gasp of pleasure, then immediately tried to steel herself away from those feelings.
Wonder Girl, too, found it nearly impossible to move, as the voice continued to blow in her ear. She felt hands moving along her bosom, and let out a small squeal when they forcibly pinched her nipples through the tight red tank top of her costume.
Suddenly Diana felt a hard thud pound into her stomach. Then another. Whoever this was, they weren’t pulling their punches. She heard Wonder Girl grunt a couple times, and figured there must be two invisible attackers. Another punch landed in her stomach, then a sharp sting smacked her face. She swung wildly, trying to guess where the blow might have come from, but instead lost her footing and stumbled forward.
Something grabbed her and slammed her against the wall. Diana watched in horror as her sister also moved, obviously against her will, as something shoved her up against the wall next to her. The punching continued. Blow after blow into their chests, and each time they tried to move away, hands forcibly shoved them back.
Whoever this was, they must have superhuman strength, Wonder Woman tried to concentrate. These punches were hurting! Soon the fight would be out of both her and her sister. She swung wildly again, but couldn’t connect with anything except the air.
“We’ve got to get out of here, Wonder Woman!” Wonder Girl cried out.
“I agree,” Diana gritted, swinging wildly in front of her as a hand brushed down her cheek and across her bosom. “Start for the doorway. If anything tries to stop you, punch in a wide arc. By Hera, these things have to have some kind of form!”
The breathing continued in Wonder Girl’s ear, the voice whispering more words. Hopeless. Pointless. Don’t resist. She closed her eyes and tried to shut out the words, pretending not to feel the gentle blowing in her ear. The hands continued to grope her, fingers racing across her back. She swung blindly in front of her, moving slowly toward the entrance to the living room where they’d come in. It wasn’t far.
Then the floor gave out beneath them. Wonder Girl barely had time to let out a scream before both women were plunged into darkness as the trapdoor closed behind them.
They landed uncomfortably on the ground, slipping on the wet stonework. Wonder Woman quickly scrambled to her feet, and grabbed her sister, helping her up.
“What’s going on, Di…Wonder Woman?” Wonder Girl sounded genuinely frightened.
Diana didn’t blame her. “I don’t know. It’s not the Gentleman Ghost. He’d never get that physical. But he’s the only one I know who…”
As if in response, both Amazons were suddenly grabbed from behind by the invisible hands that had tormented them above. Before they could react, their hands were bound behind them. Wonder Woman didn’t have to guess what they’d been bound with. The fact that she couldn’t break the bonds immediately meant only one thing…their lassos had been returned to them, thought not in the manner they desired.
“No!” Druscilla screamed, panicked. Both women were forcibly escorted to two support beams and were tied up facing each other. Then the punching resumed. Wonder Girl could only watch her sister’s contortions of pain as the punches landed severe blows, one after the other, into her stomach. She knew her own expression mirrored that of Wonder Woman’s. She wanted to put on a brave face, but these blows were really hurting her! She felt her legs give out once, and forced herself to straighten up. Somehow they would get through this. They had to.
The hands returned to her body then, slowly, sensually caressing her from shoulder to thigh, pausing inbetween. She struggled desperately with her bonds, but it was hopeless against her unbreakable lasso. She could only watch in horror as Wonder Woman gyrated along with her, no doubt suffering the same treatment.
“Who are you?” Wonder Woman demanded. “You’ve got us. At least tell us who you are!”
She was answered with a sharp twist of her nipple by the unseen hands, reaching inside her corset. She winced under the shock of pain, and faintly heard the words “Shut up” in her ear. She gritted her teeth in anger. Somehow, she was going to get free of this, and these monsters, whoever they were, were going to pay! More punching followed, as if the ogling and groping was only a five minute break before work resumed. Wonder Woman frowned. It was getting harder to think. She knew that too much more of this and they’d both be out like lights. As it was, even if they could see their attackers, there was precious little they could do about them.
Almost immediately, the punching stopped, and they felt the knots untie from the support beams. Their hands were still tied behind them, but they could walk. At least in theory. Wonder Girl crumpled to the ground, and Diana was hard pressed to try and keep her own footing. The invisible hands grabbed Wonder Girl and forced her to her feet.
Both women were slowly pushed by their captors to a small desk barely lit by an antique lamp. Two sets of headphones were plugged into a small grey box, and they watched in horror as they rose slowly and came down around their ears. The hands returned to their arms, holding them securely in place.
“Wonder Woman, Wonder Girl,” the voice reverberated through the headphones, “at last you responded to my invitation.”
“Who are you?” Wonder Woman snarled.
“You don’t know? Surely you recognize…but then how could you? It’s been so long since you foiled my last caper, I wouldn’t think you’d remember old Mr. Mesmer, would you?”
Diana’s jaw lowered. That case was so long ago, she’d nearly forgotten it. “Surely you don’t hold a grudge from something so long ago.”
The voice turned very sour. Very grim. “Have you ever been in prison? Locked away in solitary because of your unique abilities…denied any human contact whatsoever?”
She tried desperately to recall the facts of the case. “You brought it on yourself, Mesmer. You had no business trying to worm your way into the Spillman family, just to get them to sign over their wealth to you!”
The voice at once turned chipper again. “That may be, Wonder Woman, but you still saw to it that I was put away for a very long time. I was in the flower of my youth when they locked me away. It was so wonderful. I could walk into any nightclub and know…KNOW…I would walk out with the most attractive woman in the place!
“Now I’m old,” the voice sighed. “Not as able to strike up that conversation I so desperately NEED to have to get them under my control. I blame you. You, who barely look like you’ve aged a day since then. I was offered a chance for revenge. I took it.”
“Offered? By whom?”
“Ahh, that would be telling, wouldn’t it?” the voice continued.
Wonder Woman sighed deeply. “At least let Wonder Girl go,” she begged. “She wasn’t even involved in our earlier conflict. She’s got nothing to do with this.”
“To me, no,” the voice agreed. “However, there are others who’ve been bested by your young partner who feel the need for revenge.”
Hera, Diana thought. How many people are involved in this?
“What about these invisible creeps with the busy hands?” Wonder Girl interjected.
“Ahh, the Ghost Brothers. Strictly mercenary, and paid well for it, I understand. No, you’ve never encountered them before, and you never will again.”
Wonder Woman didn’t like the sound of that at all.
“In fact, you might notice they’re already gone.”
Both women looked at each other. Wonder Girl shrugged. Nothing was touching her now. Diana had to agree. They may not have left the room, but they definitely weren’t touching either of them now.
“Feel free to move your hands around. I think you’ll find your lassos have been returned to your belts, where they belong.”
Their hands immediately shot up from behind them to their hips. Sure enough, the lassos were there, and obviously their hands were no longer bound behind them.
“However, your legs are so heavy now, that you couldn’t possibly move them, nor can your arms move from your sides.”
Try as they might, both women found themselves paralyzed on the spot.
“It really doesn’t take long to force the brain, and the rest of the body, into submission. Once the headphones went on, you’ve been exposed to a modulating frequency that caused your brainpower, so to speak, to disappear. While I’ve been engaging you in the conversation, I’ve also been sending through a sort of reprogramming instruction. You’re both quite under my control now, though you might think you can resist.”
“You’ll never get away with this, Mesmer,” Wonder Woman said calmly. “My willpower is stronger than you know!”
“Well, that really comes next, and isn’t part of my domain. I was merely employed to break the hard outer shell, so to speak, of your minds, and I must say, I’m disappointed that it happened so easily.”
“Easily?” Diana scoffed. “Because you’ve got some sort of current holding our bodies in check, and you can suggest things to our minds? Circe’s done worse than that.”
The voice sighed. “Fine. A test then. Turn to face Wonder Girl.”
Diana could only do what the voice commanded. There was fear in her sister’s face, and she only hoped it wasn’t mirrored by her own. “Stay strong, Wonder Girl. We’ll get through this.”
“Wonder Girl,” the voice said pleasantly, “do you like your sister’s outfit?”
“Yes,” she responded plainly.
“It’s rather fetching. Almost similar to your own, though I notice you don’t have quite so many stars on your tights. In fact, I don’t see any at all. Does that bother you?”
“No,” Wonder Girl continued.
“Why not?”
“Because someday I’ll be the next Wonder Woman, and I’ll wear her costume. With pride.” She smiled at Diana, who returned the grin. If Mesmer was hoping to beat them with stupid questions, he was really going about it well.
“What does her suit remind you of, Wonder Girl?”
“America, of course,” she responded.
“Yes, rather like a flag, I’d say. Wouldn’t you?”
“Well…sure,” Wonder Girl agreed.
“Salute the flag, then, Wonder Girl. Salute Wonder Woman now.”
Wonder Girl’s hand shot quickly to her brow and stayed there. The look of terror in her eyes let Diana know everything. She was no longer in control of her body.
“Now sing the Star Spangled Banner. After all, you’re in the presence of a living flag.”
Wonder Girl could not resist. Her voice quivered at first, then began, “O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light -“
She was panic-stricken, but she was no longer in control. Diana looked around desperately, but couldn’t move, and was forced to watch her sister sing the anthem to her.
“- and bright stars, through the perilous - “
“Mesmer, stop it! You win.”
“Of course I win, you silly girl. That was the idea from the beginning. Now give your sister a great big hug while she finishes.”
Diana silently moved forward and embraced her sister, pressing her body close in to hers.
Wonder Girl continued, finally ending with “ - home of the brave.”
The two women remained in a warm embrace, unable to do anything until Mesmer instructed them to. It was at least five minutes before his voice broke the silence.
“Beautiful. So beautiful. Say nothing, but take the stairs at the back of this room. You’ll come back out in the kitchen upstairs. Go out through the front door you so unceremoniously smashed, and you’ll find a limousine waiting. Get in. It will take you to your next destination, where your vaunted willpower will fall as easily as your minds did.”
“Oh, and just in case you decide to scheme some sort of plan to escape, as soon as the limo begins moving, I want you both to make out…that is, kiss each other as you were lovers…until the limo arrives at its destination. When the driver opens the door, you may stop. Follow him and obey the person he leaves you with as you will obey me now.”
“You monster!” Wonder Woman growled.
“Don’t worry. We’ve been videotaping you from the very beginning. Take heart in the knowledge that I shall enjoy watching your downfall again and again as I remember the nights I suffered in solitude. Now go!”
Silently the women removed their headphones and walked slowly, methodically toward the back of the room. Wonder Woman followed Wonder Girl up the creaky stairs into the kitchen, which was in as sorry a state as the rest of the house. She frowned. How wrong this had all gone, and how quickly! Without a second thought, for they barely had control over any of their thoughts now, she followed her sister through the doorway of the living room. The limousine was waiting for them, and both women walked purposefully toward it, desperately wanting to go anywhere else, but powerless to do so.

Moonlight Ride and a Visit to the Doctor

The chauffeur held the door for open for them, tipping his hat slightly as they approached.
“Ladies,” he smiled.
Wonder Woman tried one last time to break Mesmer’s hold. “If you have any decency, sir, help us.”
“Sorry, ma’am,” he continued smiling, as Wonder Girl mechanically made her way into the back of the limo. “I’m being paid, and paid well.”
“You’re also an accomplice,” she spat.
“I have my orders. Pick you up. Drop you off. It’s all above board. Please, get in.”
Wonder Woman shook her head in disgust. She couldn’t resist Mesmer’s orders physically, but she’d at least hoped for a chance to break his hold by reasoning with the chauffeur. Before she could stop herself, she put one leg into the cabin, and the other quickly followed.
No sooner had she sat down next to Druscilla than the second part of Mesmer’s orders began to take hold. The two Amazons embraced fondly, and Wonder Woman kissed Wonder Girl lightly on the cheek. Then again. And again. Moving closer to her lips. She felt her sister’s breath getting harder and harder, and her hands felt the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. She moved her leg up to brush against Wonder Girl's, and continued kissing her.
“Yes,” the chauffeur smiled, closing the door. “I’m getting paid, and I’d call this a little bonus.”
Wonder Woman ignored him, not hearing the door slam shut behind her. Her tongue found its way into Dru’s waiting mouth, and she ran her hands along her body. How beautiful it was, she thought. If ever any Amazon could take over the mantle from her, Dru would certainly be the candidate.
As if she could hear her thoughts, Wonder Girl let out a little moan. Diana smiled. She would have to be gentle. So much for dreams of dates with boys, she thought with regret. It looks like your first kiss is going to come from me.
“I’m sorry, Dru,” she said gently into her ear. “I’m sorry you’re caught up in this.”
“Don’t be,” Wonder Girl responded, kissing her on the neck. “We couldn’t have known this would happen. As long as I’m with you, I know we’ll get out of it.”
Diana pulled back and looked into Wonder Girl’s eyes. There was fear there, but a definite hope as well. Her sister DID believe in her. They would get out of this. Somehow. It was all there in her pretty blue eyes. She kissed her again, more passionately this time, and lost herself in the embrace. Their bodies moved close together, breasts rubbing against each other as their hands worked along each other’s backs. Had the car been moving, Wonder Woman couldn’t tell. Truth be told, right now she didn’t care.
“Do you really hope to follow in my footsteps, Dru?” she asked , her breath falling hotly against Wonder Girl’s cheek.
“Of course,” she whispered in response. “I only hope I’ll be good enough to wear your costume and do it justice.”
Wonder Woman giggled a little and squeezed Wonder Girl’s sizable tits through her tank top. “I don’t think you’re going to have a problem filling it out.”
Dru smiled back. It was good to laugh, in the face of such peril. She kissed Wonder Woman gently, then harder. “Did you have breasts this size when you were my age?” she purred.
“Not even close,” Wonder Woman returned the kiss. “I’m sure soon you’ll outgrow that outfit, although I’ll miss it.”
“Really?” Wonder Girl put a leg up next to Diana’s arm. “Why’s that?”
“Because,” Wonder Woman moved in close for a long kiss. “Because…”
Suddenly the door opened behind her. Had it taken so short a time to arrive at their destination?
“We’ve arrived, ladies,” the chauffeur smiled. “Feel free to stay, though. I almost wrecked three times watching you two go at it.”
“Go to hell,” Wonder Girl snarled. She untied herself from Wonder Woman’s embrace. Both women realized what they’d been doing for the past …half hour? Hour? Who knew? They both felt ashamed and more than a little unsure of what was going on.
“Well, then, get out and go with this gentleman. He says he knows you.”
A small, balding man was standing just outside the doorway of the limo as both women stepped out. He barely came up to their waists.
“Better make sure you’re still under. Give the nice chauffeur a kiss for a tip,” he commanded. Both women complied, horrified that now they were under the control of this wretched little man. The chauffeur smiled, patted them both on the ass, and drove away.
“Come,” he ordered. “We’ve a long night ahead.”
The amazons followed him into a small office building. There were various medical and dental offices around, but Diana couldn’t get a bearing on where they were, and she knew Capital City like the back of her hand.
“He said you knew me,” Wonder Woman asked. “I don’t think I’ve ever met you before.”
“Who doesn’t know Wonder Woman, eh?” the short man smiled enigmatically.
“You know what I mean,” she shot back.
“I don’t know you, Wonder Woman,” he confirmed. “It’s your little brat sidekick I have the issues with.”
Wonder Woman looked to Wonder Girl, who was studying him intently. Realization suddenly flushed over her. “Dr. Liebstraum!” she exclaimed.
“Dr. Feather, now, if you will,” he pushed open two large doors and continued to lead them down another hallway further back into the building.
Wonder Woman shot Wonder Girl a puzzled look. “Who is this guy?” she whispered.
“He used to be a school doctor, until I found out, as my alter ego, that he was conducting experiments on some of the schoolchildren. He was discredited, lost his license, his job, everything.”
“And thanks to that,” Dr. Feather finished, “I’m now the accomplished criminal. You can congratulate yourself, Wonder Brat. You’re about to get a taste of something you helped create.”
“What you were doing was unthinkable! It was wrong!” Wonder Girl defended herself.
“It was harmless. An old man having a little fun. Nobody knew. Nobody had to know, until you started putting your nose into things!
“But now, at last, I’ve been given the chance for revenge!” He turned to Wonder Woman. “It’s unfortunate you’re caught up in this. I truly have no quarrel with you.”
“You do if you’re planning to do anything to Wonder Girl, you sick pervert!” Wonder Woman growled.
He shrugged. “So be it. We’re here, anyhow.”
They were in a small office room. Two dental chairs were in the center of it, and as the old man commanded the women to get into them, Wonder Woman noticed something that began to bother her.
The entire room was soundproofed, like a music studio.
The women settled into the chairs, and sat helplessly while Dr. Feather removed their lassos and secured their wrists to the arms.
“What’s this, then?” Wonder Woman asked. “You’re going to clean our teeth?”
Dr. Feather smiled. “I could never presume to damage such beauty.” So saying, he knelt in front of Wonder Woman and took off her boots, one by one. As he moved over and did the same to Wonder Girl, Wonder Woman suddenly realized how he’d come about his villainous moniker. She started to struggle against her bonds, but she was no match for her own lasso. Feather returned and secured her legs into leg clamps.
“Had to get these specially made,” he noted. “You could probably smash through anything normal, so these are energy based. The more you struggle, the stronger they’re going to get. I’d settle down for the ride, if I were you.”
Once Wonder Girl was secure, he left the room. Wonder Woman looked over at Dru. The fear had returned to her face, she noticed. “Is he going to do what I think he’s going to do?” she yelped.
“Probably. You’ve got to be strong. Don’t give him the satisfaction. Fight it as long as you can. I’ll support you in any way I can.”
“I hardly think you’ll be a factor at all, Wonder Woman,” Dr. Feather said. “As you’re going to be quite busy yourself.”
On each side of him was a tall, leggy blonde, dressed in a rather adult improvisation of a nurse’s outfit. Each carried a small leather bag. Wonder Woman tried not to think about what was in them.
“Wonder Woman, Wonder Girl,” he began, “meet Claudette and Inga, my assistants. They’ve traveled the world in search of devious ways to torture and break the will of people, yet surprisingly, neither one of them speaks a single foreign language outside their own. Do either of you speak Swedish?”
Ha! Wonder Woman had him! “Ja, sprach Suide!” she shouted triumphantly.
“Too bad, because they’re both from China. Hong Kong, actually, before the city was handed over. They don’t speak or understand a word of English. And I’m willing to bet your Chinese is rusty, if you know it at all, Wonder Woman.”
Diana remained silent. He had them, and he knew it.
“So, don’t bother trying to plead with them. They won’t understand you, and in fact, the more you moan and beg, they more they’ll enjoy it! So, I guess…yes, plead with them, by all means. Beg for them to let you go!” He laughed long and hard, and the two women at his side simply smiled and grinned.
He mumbled a phrase to them, and both “nurses” immediately left his side and pulled up stools at the feet of the captive amazons. “You’ll also notice,” he added, “two antennae, one on each side of your head. These will broadcast subliminal messages into your brains, designed to turn your minds into jelly. By the time we’re done with you, you’ll both be little more than helpless slaves.”
“You animal!” Wonder Girl shouted, then suddenly yowled with shock as her “nurse” began lightly tickling her foot. She tried to wriggle free, but her bonds held her firmly in place. Wonder Woman started to say something, but the woman at her feet began to go to work on her as well. She clenched her teeth, determined not to give Dr. Feather, or anyone watching this, the satisfaction of seeing her humiliated so.
Wonder Girl also put up a brave front, grunting and breathing hard, but not screaming or wailing as the tickling continued. These women, whoever they were, were sadists! They knew exactly where to touch her foot, and how much pressure to use, to make the torture unbearable. She let out a low moan, her breath coming in harsh spurts. Tears began to well up in her eyes, and she clenched her eyes shut to keep them from flowing.
Diana tried to look down at her torturer, and was horrified to see the wide grin on her mouth. This was probably some kind of honor, the opportunity to work your craft on a genuine superhero, in the criminal set. Sensations and tingles worked their way up her legs, and she felt her body getting excited, sexually, as the woman continued to work her nimble fingers along her arches, along the heel, even between the toes. She knew her sister must be feeling the same things, and desperately tried to send some kind of empathic wave to her. She wanted to tell her to keep resisting, but it was getting harder, much harder to think.
It must be those antennas. They were actually sapping her will to resist! She smiled weakly, and suddenly let loose a little chuckle. The woman at her feet looked up, and winked. She kissed Wonder Woman’s foot lightly and reached into her leather bag. She produced a small, pencil shaped device that had a small orb on the end. She clicked a small button on the device and the orb lit up. Energy seemed to crackle around it. She moved it toward Diana’s feet.
Diana howled with pleasure and began laughing uncontrollably. Every nerve end seemed to vibrate intensely with the introduction of this new devilish toy! Sweat was building up around her body and she felt the need to let out this energy in any way possible. Her captor moved the small toy up and down the base of her feet, then scooted the chair up near her waist, and brought the strange device to bear between her thighs. Slowly she moved it closer and closer to her tights, then began touching, one by one, the stars sewn into them. At first, she concentrated on the ones high up on her hips, and those still brought waves of intense titillation through her body, but Diana knew where the woman was headed with that thing, and she only hoped she would pass out before it happened.
Wonder Girl began laughing the second Diana had crumbled, but her assailant didn’t bother with the strange device she saw the other woman use on Wonder Woman. Instead, she lowered the head of Dru’s seat back so that her legs were higher up, and spread her legs apart using the seat and clamps to ensure she couldn’t move them back again.
Wonder Girl was truly worried. The tickling had stopped, thank Hera, but now she was spread-eagled for this sinister woman’s pleasure. The woman reached in her bag and produced a small, golf-ball sized silver orb. Walking around to Dru’s face, the woman held the ball to her mouth, and hummed lightly with her lips, then held it to Wonder Girl’s cheek. The ball was vibrating intensely and she felt it permeate her skin. It seemed to tingle right down to the her bones. She wasn’t sure what she planned to do with it at first, but when the woman took the orb and walked back to her previous position, she started to get an idea.
The woman lightly grabbed the blue fabric of Wonder Girl’s tights and slid the ball under the small patch of cloth that covered her pussy. Sliding the ball down until it nestled safely in her vaginal lips, the woman stood back and winked at Dru’s horrified face.
“Please,” Wonder Girl begged. “Don’t - “
The woman thrust her face close to Wonder Girl’s pussy and hummed, long and loud. Wave after wave of vibration pulsated through her body, through her groin up through her ribs, up to her bosom and finally made its way out through her mouth.
“AIIIIIEEEEEAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!” Wonder Girl screamed, sweat cascading down her body as her breath forced its way out after the scream. The woman at her feet seemed pleased, and hummed again, louder.
“NNNGGGGGRRRRHHHHAAAAAGGGHH!” she screamed again, her eyes rolling back into her head as the pulsating vibration coursed through her body, forcing everything, her nipples, her goosebumps, her hair, to stand erect and at attention.
“One more should do it, Claudette,” Dr. Feather called from a distance.
“No problem, hon,” Wonder Girl’s nurse responded. Smiling, she leaned in close to Dru’s tights, dangerously close to where the ball was. “Ain’t that a bitch? We could speak English the entire time! You girls sure are gullible for superheroes, HMMMMMM?”
This last hum was the loudest of the lot, and it sealed Wonder Girl’s fate. She was out before the final waves hit her body. The last thing she saw before the darkness claimed her was her sister’s limp form slumped in the other chair as Dr. Feather and the other woman laughed triumphantly.

You could learn a lot from a Dummy

Wonder Woman stirred uneasily from unconsciousness and opened her eyes slowly. She could feel something rubbing her legs, yet she was unable to make her legs move away from the touch. She was lying flat on a table somwhere...somewhere dark. She quickly looked to her left and saw Wonder Girl’s sleeping frame next to her. She seemed unharmed, and Wonder Woman sighed lightly.
“Awake so soon?” a voice cooed down near her legs, no doubt the voice possessed by the hands that were stroking her legs. She started to sit up, but the woman who’d been torturing her before quickly had her on her back again, and waved something smelly…like almonds…chloroform, under her nose.
“That’s it…breathe deeply,” the voice soothed. Wonder Woman, still groggy and unsure, helplessly complied, and was soon back in the arms of Morpheus.
It wasn’t long before Wonder Girl stirred, the effects of the earlier events of the evening beginning to wear off. She too, felt something caressing her legs, as if they were applying lotion to them. She tried to move but the other “nurse” was there as well, and with a smile soon had her back under as the hands continued to move around her legs, slowly working up her body.
Wonder Woman couldn’t tell how much time had passed before she awoke again, but she knew that now her immobility had spread to her torso. The hands were working their way around her waist, pushing and pressing and caressing, sometimes hard, sometimes gently. She gasped with surprise as she attempted to move again and found it even harder than before. This gave her away to the nurse, who caressed her hair as she replaced the chloroform rag to her mouth.
“Sleep, darling,” she whispered into her ear. “Soon this will all be through.”
“Wh-wha…wi…” was all she could get out before the darkness overtook her again.
Wonder Girl, however, was awake, but played possum this time. She couldn’t move below her waist either, and the hands were lightly pressing on her ribcage. She couldn’t let them knock her out again, she knew. She had to stay conscious, to find out what was going on, and who might be behind this. The Ghost Brothers, Mr. Mesmer, Dr. Feather...who else could be behind this trap?
The nurse appeared above her. “Now darling, don’t you know that a sleeping person breathes differently from a person who’s awake?” So saying, she put the chloroform to her nose again.
Wonder Girl tried to struggle, but her movement was limited from the waist up and impossible below. She let out a small whimper of despair before slipping back into slumber.
The next time she awoke, Wonder Woman was awake next to her. Both women were standing upright. A familiar figure sat before them, and Wonder Woman cursed inwardly.
“Dr. Mannekin,” she spat. “Is there no end to the number of villains we’re to meet tonight?”
Mannekin smiled. “Apparently not, for I’m not the last.” The nurses stood behind him, and Dr. Feather also sat comfortably off to the side. Mr. Mesmer was reclining against the doorframe loosely, looking many years older than when Wonder Woman first put him away. She had no doubt the Ghost brothers were somewhere in the room as well. A final, as yet unheralded figure also stood to the side, near Mesmer. Smuggler Pete, obviously also out of prison, though probably not through legal channels.
She tried to move toward Mannkein, but it was completely impossible. She could only move her head left and right to confirm that Wonder Girl stood next to her, and the girl’s horrified look confirmed that she suffered the same dilemma. Mannekin had lived up to his namesake. They had no more freedom of movement than window-store dummies.
“What do you plan to do with us?” she demanded, unwilling to give them the satisfaction of knowing victory.
“The question is actually…what am I going to do TO you, Wonder Woman,” he grinned, rising from his chair and approaching her. He put his arms around her and gave her a light hug. Diana was puzzled at first, then realized this was only a ploy to undo her amazonian breastplate. He slid it off gently and set it on the table behind her. Her belt came next, followed by her tiara. Finally he slid off her boots one leg at a time, and she was helpless to do anything as he lifted her leg to remove them.
“Dr. Feather, I believe you have the honor,” Mannekin gestured toward Wonder Girl. Wonder Woman, despite being stripped of all but her tights, found the courage and spirit to holler “No!”
“Do what you will with me, Mannekin, but leave her out of it,” she growled, realizing there was little point in saying it at all.
Feather only laughed. “What? Leave her out of it? Did she harbor that attitude with me, way back when? I don’t think so!” He ran his hands along Wonder Girl’s back and patted her butt lightly. “I intend to savor this, Wonder Woman, and I hope your young charge hates every minute of it.”
He tugged lightly at the fabric of her tank top and slowly slid it up, stopping just shy of her nipples, so that the bottom part of her bosom peaked out beneath it.
“So beautiful,” he admired. “How many of your schoolmates dreamed of doing what I’m doing now? Do you think many young boys went home at night and did what young boys must do when they can’t have the object of their desires? Do you think they thought of you as they did?”
“P-please…” Wonder Girl begged, a small tear welling up in one of her eyes.
“Oh that’s it, girl,” Feather smiled. “Beg. I enjoy the sound. Perhaps I could be merciful, if you beg.”
“I-I’ll do anything,” she promised.
Feather smiled. “Will you let me tickle you?”
She nodded sadly.
“Every weekend, will you agree to meet me and do what I command?”
“Y-yes.”
“Steal money?”
She nodded, not as quickly as before, but finally agreeably.
“Wear whatever I tell you to?”
“Yes.”
“Suck my cock?”
She hesitated. Wonder Woman could take no more. “Shut your filthy mouth, you pervert! She’ll do no such things! No matter what you do to us, all of you! I swear I’ll make you all regret it! You’ll all pay within an inch of your lives for the hell you’ve put her through tonight!”
Mannekin laughed lightly. “My dear Wonder Woman, what on earth makes you think we’re letting you go when we’re done?”
Wonder Woman weighed the words carefully. She knew she still stood on dangerous ground, even with all that had happened tonight.
Feather, meanwhile, began caressing Wonder Girl’s impressive breasts through the fabric of her now loose tank top. Finally, he pulled it up over her head and smiled into her shocked face.
“Y-you promised you wouldn’t!” she quivered.
“I made no such promise, girl. I simply said I could be merciful. I’ve decided not to be.” He removed her belt and tiara, and finally took off her boots as well, leaving her standing next to her sister wearing only her tights.
“Okay,” Wonder Woman finally conceded. “You have us. At least do the traditional villain thing and tell us what the plan is.”
Mannekin continued his enigmatic grin. “That the conceit of it, girl. None of us know the final plan, only our roles in it. The Ghost Brothers were to make sure you were incapacitated. Mesmer was to destroy your mental reflexes, Feather was to break your will, which I must say hasn’t yet been done.” He looked to Feather.
“By the time they’re delivered,” Feather nodded. “They’ll be willing and mindless slaves.”
“Delivered?” Wonder Girl asked with a puzzled look.
“S’where I come in,” Smuggler Pete nodded. “Mannekin’s had one a few of his boys work a special kind of massage on you, rendering every muscle in your body tighter than a wound spring. That’s why you can’t move right now, n’less we move ya.”
He held up a small can with a brush sticking out of it. “Next step, we use Dr. Mannekin’s special compound here, works like enamel paint. Time we get done, you’re both going to look and behave like real mannekins. Mannekin figured we’d all enjoy getting a stroke in.”
Wonder Woman looked around and was horrified to see they all had cans and brushes.
“Then,” Pete contined, “I come in. I figure smuggling two superheroines out of the country ain’t going to be easy. Two mannekins, however, is a piece o’ cake.”
“You monster!” she hissed. “You can’t expect to just get rid of us. We’ll be missed!”
“Au contraire,” Mannekin shot in, clapping his hands twice. Both Diana and Druscilla’s jaws dropped when two women, their exact duplicates in nearly every way, appeared before them, completely naked.
“I’d like you to meet Diana Prince and her sister Druscilla,” Mannekin laughed lightly, joined by the rest of the crew. “It took some time to find them, and a little bit of money to restructure them so they looked exactly like you, but it was well worth it, don’t you think?”
Both women promptly approached Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl and pulled down their tights, quickly sliding them onto their own torsos. They then moved behind the helpless heroines and within a minute stood before them dressed entirely in their costumes, finally removing the slave bracelets from them, and in so doing stripping away the last vestiges of Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl from them.
“They…” Wonder Woman stammered, unable to respond for a moment. “They don’t have our strength or our abilities. They’ll never pull it off!”
“They won’t have to,” Mesmer interjected. “They’re on the payroll. Every now and then, they show up to foil a crime, and we let them take us away. The city is happy, we still pull off more capers than we ever did before, and they get a percentage.”
“What about our alter egos? What about Diana and Druscilla?” Wonder Woman demanded.
“I’m Diana,” Wonder Woman’s doppleganger responded. “I work for the government under the command of Steve Trevor. This is my sister Druscilla. She’s visiting from Paradise Island.”
“Hi,” the teen sidekick smiled, bubbly and happy as Druscilla used to be, before this night had taken away all they had. Diana looked over, and lost all hope. Druscilla was silently crying, unable to lift her arms to wipe the tears away.
“Of course, I’m going to quit working for Steve and get a new job somewhere, so I don’t screw anything up with your old boss,” the faux-Wonder Woman continued. “I’ll slowly phase out your friends and acquaintances, and build new ones. No problem. In about six months, nobody’s even going to remember a thing. Mesmer’s going to help see to that.”
“You see,” Mannekin began applying a brush to Diana’s naked shoulder. “It’s all been worked out. Your time as Wonder Woman has come to an end. By the time we’re through, you’ll barely remember your life as Diana Prince, and your only thoughts that matter will be those of servitude to your new master.”
“Who? Who’s behind this?” Wonder Woman demanded as the others closed in, and she began to feel brush strokes move all over her body.
There was no response. Only the repeated brush strokes that moved along her legs and up her torso, finally coming across her face until no part of her could move at all.

Packing for the Island Holiday of a Lifetime

“Okay,” Mesmer put the final contact lens over Wonder Girl’s eye. “They’re done. Now we’ve just got to figure out how to deliver them.”
“S’where I come in, mate,” Smuggler Pete grinned, patting a large case he was leaning against. “You ladies, unless you’re into this sort of thing, might want to take a powder.”
The faux Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl took their cue, and left. “Just remember,” the new Diana said. “When next we meet, it’ll be as enemies.”
There was an uncomfortable moment, then she winked at them. “Just kidding!”
The room broke into guffaws of laughter. The new Wonder Girl pointed a finger. “Gotcha!” she said, as they made their way through the door.
“Cute pair,” Dr. Feather smiled.
“Yup,” Pete agreed. “S’gonna be a fun time with them around.”
The “nurses” chose to remain. Feather figured they might…they were into this sort of thing. He watched as Pete pulled out two long, roughly man-sized boards. He began fastening long cylinders to pegs. Feather adjusted his glasses, and realized they weren’t just cylinders. They were dildos!
“What on earth?” he exclaimed.
“Figured you’d have questions,” Pete smiled. “How do you smuggle two women, obviously against their will, through an airport? We’ve got ‘em trussed up like two mannequins, but someone’s got to move them through the airport, and there’s a chance, even with a private plane, that we could get stopped or inspected.
He took the end of one of the planks and slowly forced the tiny dildo on it into Wonder Woman’s mouth. It was enough to fill her mouth, but not long…more like a pacifier than anything else. Pete angled the top section of the board slightly on a narrow joint drilled into it so that it rose to meet her face. The next join didn’t occur until just below the torso, which he quickly angled under Diana’s pussy. A larger dildo awaited there, which he slid into her waiting vagina. Mannekin’s lacquer made it a very tight fit, but Wonder Woman’s interior was very much her own, and soon the dildo was loose enough to slide in.
“Man, that can’t be comfortable,” Mannekin smiled.
“It isn’t,” Pete smiled back. “Neither is this.”
A second joint, with a second, equally large dildo bent right for her ass, was quickly inserted. If Diana could have screamed, there’s no doubt she would have. Her mind was racing. There had to be some way out of this, but what? And how? She couldn’t move, no matter how hard she tried, and in fact some part of her mind, a part slowly growing stronger, told her that she really didn’t want to. She secretly hoped Wonder Girl couldn’t look down and see her now, shamed in this way, but knew that the same fate most likely awaited her sister.
One of the nurses was licking her lips. Mannekin smiled grimly as Pete continued to work. He brought the board up along her backside, where it bent into a “V” that went back down to her forehead, then bent one last time to allow a quick fasten with the beginning of the board. Pete put a small pillow where Diana’s forehead met the plank and taped it down so it wouldn’t move away.
“Can’t have you damaging yourself, pretty one,” he cooed to her.
He bent her legs carefully back until her ankles came to rest against the top of the main V joint. He then brought her arms back behind her ankles and tied them securely.
“That’s attractive,” Feather deadpanned.
“Yeah, it ain’t the prettiest pose, but the final step’s a doozie.” So saying he grabbed the top of the V and lifted Wonder Woman up onto a table as if she were nothing more than luggage. He set her down on a long piece of cloth, which he brought up around her and zipped closed. Stepping back, he smiled at the result…a piece of luggage no different than anyone else might carry. Scattered applause peppered through the room.
“And that’s going to get you past customs?” Mannekin puzzled.
“Sure hope so,” Pete shot back. “If they do want to search it, they’re going to find a couple of mannequins with some sex toys inserted into them. Not what they see everyday, but if I play it up right, they’ll be uncomfortable enough to let me get on my plane without too much bother. I’m going to pass myself off as a sex-toy salesman. Not as low-profile as I’d hoped for, but it should get me past the gate.”
They agreed that if they got this far, this shouldn’t be too much of a stumbling block. “Only one thing remains, then,” Mesmer grabbed a set of headphones and motioned for Pete to unzip the bag. He set them securely on Diana’s head and fastened a headband around them to make sure they weren’t going to fall off.
“What this?” Pete asked.
“The final stage. Wonder Woman will finally know the person behind this, but she’ll also be powerless to stop him. I’ve got to hand it to Brittingham. He pulled off the coup of a lifetime. Capital City is ours. Wonder Woman is his, and so is her pesky little partner,” he motioned to a second set of headphones that would have a different message for Wonder Girl, and a different set of instructions as to how her life would be lived from now on.
As the bag zipped shut, Diana heard the voice over and over again. Brittingham. Brittingham. Brittingham. You exist to serve Brittingham. There is no Diana. There is no Wonder Woman. There is only Brittingham’s slave…you. You exist only to serve him. He is your master. He has beaten you. You are nothing. Your thoughts are nothing. Your thoughts are only what thoughts Brittingham puts forth for you. You must obey him.
The voice never seemed to tire, or end, and as the minutes became hours, days? Who knew? She was only aware of one thing. She must serve this man, and do his bidding. He must be obeyed. Brittingham!

The Army of Man

Druscilla put her hand to her head. She felt like she’d been asleep for ages! She pulled back the sheets and was surprised to find that she was naked beneath them. She never slept in the nude that she could recall. She looked around and found that her clothes had been laid out for her. Blue panties and a crimson camisole top. What was significant about these colors? She couldn’t recall. It seemed natural to want to put them on, though. She saw a short plaid skirt and a white button down top on a hanger on her closet. But was it her closet? She’d never been in this room before that she could recall. She definitely remembered school, and this was her uniform. Was she late for class?
She slipped into the skirt and paused. It was cut awfully high, much higher than she remembered her old uniform being, but this must be hers. Maybe they’d changed the uniforms and not told her. The shirt buttoned up easily enough. She quickly put on her shoes and socks and headed out the doorway. Wherever this place was, she wasn’t sure if it was hers to call home.
Dr. Feather was sitting on a small couch, and seemed delighted to see her. “Ah, Druscilla! Finally you join us. It’s good to see you.”
“It’s good to see you, Dr. Feather,” she smiled. And it was good. He was a little old, but there was something about him that she found irresistable. Many of her classmates did.
“Yeah,” a female voice echoed from a chair on the other side of the small room. “We’ve been waiting for a couple hours. He almost sent me in to check!”
Alison! Alison Craymore! Her old friend from the school. She was dressed in the same uniform as Druscilla, but her long blond hair and tan gave it a different appearance. She’d been the first one to tell Dru about how great Dr. Feather was, and the many great things she’d experienced working with him.
“Hey, Ali,” Dru smiled, and her friend smiled back. “It’s been awhile.”
“Too long,” Alison got up and walked over to her, giving her a slow hug. “But we’re back together now.”
“Ummm…yeah,” Dru pulled away, slowly. “We are.”
“It’s good that we’re together, isn’t it, Druscilla?” Dr. Feather piped in.
“Yes…of…of course,” she agreed.
“We can continue my experiments, with you and Alison as my willing subjects, right?”

“Absolutely,” Alison smiled at the Doctor and then at Druscilla.
“Sure,” Dru finally smiled. This was everything she’d wanted - the approval and mentoring of Dr. Feather and a chance to work with her friend Alison on a daily basis. It seemed like a great opportunity.
“Excellent,” he patted both girls on the bottom. “Let’s begin with a test on the spanking machine.”
Alison led Dru over to a bizarre looking contraption that didn’t take long to figure out. Two small platforms on the ground lay in front of two small poles that rose to just above the girls’ mid-thigh. Small leather belts were attached to these. Alison helped Dru onto her platform, and took one of the lengths of leather belt and tied it securely around Dru’s thigh, then did the same with the other one.
“Don’t worry,” she said with a wink, “It’s just so you don’t run away or fall off the platform.”
Dru looked around as Alison deftly secured herself into the other platform to stand by her side. A large mirror stood before them, so they could watch themselves as this experiment continued. Dru noticed two poles, one on each side of them, with a small paddle attached to it.
“Test one,” Dr. Feather spoke into a small microphone. Dru watched in the mirror in front of them as the paddle slowly rotated away from her and suddenly smacked her hard with a swift, sharp stroke. She winced slightly from the shock of pain.
“Test two,” Feather repeated.
“Don’t worry,” Alison nudged her, “You get used to it.” She let out a little sigh as her paddle smacked her in the ass through her skirt.
Feather took a few quick notes, then said into the microphone, “Okay, ladies, skirts down.”
Dru watched as Alison slowly undid her skirt and let it fall down, until it caught on the leather belt to rest gently around her legs. She was only a little surprised when she found herself doing the same.
“Arms up,” he ordered. Both women unconsciously obeyed, resting their arms behind their heads and locking their fingers. Dru found that she couldn’t break the grip even if she wanted to.
“For this first round, we’ll go with just thirty with the paddles, okay?” Dr. Feather spoke into the microphone.
“Whatever you say, Doc,” Alison smiled into the mirror.
Dru heard the machines whirr to life and watched as the paddle moved back, a little more quickly this time, and struck her again, a little harder than before. She winced again, and felt a little tear. The paddle didn’t stop, though, continuing back for a second hit. Then a third. A fourth. A fifth.
She looked over at Alison, who was more than enjoying this. Every now and then her friend let out a little coo of satisfaction, and smiled as the paddles continued to hit harder, still harder, and she knew that it was going to be this way for her as well. Soon she would come to love the paddle.
Maybe as much as she loved Alison and Dr. Feather, she thought. She steeled herself for the next hit, and when it came she was glad that it didn’t feel painful at all…it felt like love.

Diana watched the events from the small television on board Edward Brittingham’s yacht. Truly he was a mastermind. She poured his wine and brought a glass over to him, pouring a second for herself as he’d ordered.
He was reclining on small line of couches on the front of the massive craft. Diana sat next to him after he’d taken a sip. He was a good master, never demanding anything unreasonable of her, but expecting his orders to be obeyed. It was no less than she deserved, considering all the trouble she’d caused him in her other life.
“You’ve done well, Master Brittingham,” she ran her hand down his muscular leg. “My sister is well provided for in the hands of Dr. Feather.”
“A fitting amusement, I think,” Brittingham smiled. “He’ll toy with her, but she, like you, belongs to me, and I will make the final decision on what’s to be done with her, and you. Or to you both, I should say.”
“It’s not my position, Master,” Diana bowed low. “But I am curious about your future plans.”
Brittingham seemed displeased by the question. “No,” he unzipped his pants, “it’s not your position. Your position is on this,” he said, holding out his member.
Diana nodded, realizing she’d angered the master, and knelt before him, taking the penis into her mouth and sucking slowly, as she knew he preferred it. He petted her head lightly.
“I’ll tell you, though, since you’re down there,” he smiled. “I plan to have you take me to your home. To Paradise Island.”
“Mmmmm?” she said, knowing the penalty for removing her mouth from his penis once she’d begun.
“Yes. You’ll take me there. My studies have revealed a secret about the place. A secret I’m sure you’re aware of. That if any man sets foot on the island, your vaunted Amazon powers are lost. So tell me, Diana, are all women on Paradise Island as pretty as you and your sister?”
“Mmmmm,” she hummed in agreement. Brittingham had to admit he liked the feeling of her humming.
“I have, offshore, a squad of men who will come in and take the island once you’ve landed me there. They will secure the island and we shall set up a haven for criminals. A massive pleasure island that will be theirs to visit, for a nominal fee to me, of course. With the help of Mesmer and Feather, we shall turn all your sisters and friends into willing servants for them, skilled in every manner of service, if you know what I mean.”
Diana knew. It was a brilliant plan, one worthy of so great a master as the Researcher. She would help ensure that it worked. After all, once her sisters on the island discovered how great it would be to serve a master like hers, they would surely accept it with open arms. She continued fellating her master as a new story came in over the television.
“In other news today, Wonder Woman and her partner, Wonder Girl, nearly foiled a bank robbery attempt by noted criminal Smuggler Pete.” Brittingham watched as his two imposters appeared on the screen.
“We really tried,” Wonder Girl said. “He had some kind of particle beam-thing we weren’t prepared for, and he got the drop on us.”
“What my sister’s trying to say,” the faux-Wonder Woman interrupted, “is that we dropped the ball, but we still plan to win the game. Smuggler Pete’s days are numbered.”

Brittingham laughed openly. He could only imagine what kind of scheme Pete had arranged with the ladies to achieve the heist, but it must have been fun to set up. Everything had come to fruition. Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl were out of the way, nobody was the wiser, and soon he would have an island of beautiful women bound to his service, providing a constant cash flow. Not bad, he thought, for a second rate criminal that nobody ever took seriously. And they’d pay handsomely to visit his island.
After all, they were criminals, but they weren’t fools.

The End