provided the author is first notified.
This story is part of an intended
series, each part of which tells a different account of a super heroine's
(Wonder Woman to be more specific) defeat. Each story will consist of 1 or
more chapters and each story will be self-contained. None of the various
stories will be interrelated or have anything to do with any other stories
in the series.
Credit & Acknowledgement: This story owes a LOT to my
friend Nicole who provided so much in the way of inspiration and story
ideas. Couldn't have done it without you Nic (and I mean that
literally).
The author of this story may be reached at the following
address:
Viol8torr@hotmail.com
The many defeats of Wonder Woman: The
Bar
Chapter 1
A chill wind blew through the alleyway as a voluptuous
figure silently made its way. The alleyway stunk of beer and urine and was
littered not only with a multitude of old beer cans but sleeping drunks as
well. The alley ended in a dead end and a door was set against one wall. It
was toward this door that the gorgeously feminine figure moved.
Wonder
Woman stopped at the door. It was old, its metal frame battered and rusted.
A single pane of grimy cracked glass provided a partial view inside. Faded
lettering on the glass read, "Lou's Backdoor Bar." It was at this bar
several nights ago that a close friend of Wonder Woman's had been taken to
after being brutally attacked in the street.
Having vowed to make her
friend's attacker pay for their crime, Wonder Woman had arrived through the
back alleys. She would have preferred of course to go through the bar's
front entrance but feared that someone would spot her approach and warn the
man she had come to find. And so it was on this cold and chilly night that
the world famous super heroine known as Wonder Woman had come to
Lou's.
Flinging the back door open, Wonder Woman stepped through and made
her way into the bar. She strode confidently down the narrow hall in the
back, past the restrooms and into the main barroom. The powerful Amazon
super heroine made her way to the center of the room where a group of men
were playing pool. She stood with her legs spread and hands on her hips. Her
magnificent breasts jutted out proudly on display beneath her golden bustier
and her long, sleek legs were both powerful and sexy. She was a magnificent
vision, perfection incarnate.
People quickly took notice of the legend
standing in their midst. Most of them had to do a quick double-take,
scarcely believing their eyes. What was the famous Wonder Woman doing in a
place like Lou's, they wondered. The men especially found their eyes fixed
on Wonder Woman, and they were the sort that were expected to be found in a
filthy low-rent place like this. Dirty, grimy, and filthy. Most of them
looked to be barely a step up from animals.
Scanning the bar, Wonder Woman
soon spotted the man she wanted. A tall lanky man dressed in denim. He had
long greasy hair pulled back in a ponytail and wore a red bandana around his
head. Tattoos were visible on both arms, the most eye-catching of which were
a group of small black stars on the back of his left hand.
Yes, this was
most certainly the man Wonder Woman was looking for. He matched the
description given by her friend perfectly, right down to his ridiculously
oversized belt buckle. This man alone seemed oblivious to the presence of
the amazing Amazon. It was only when his pool partners failed to take their
turns that he noticed something was wrong.
"Hey what the fuck is wrong with
you guys?" he asked.
"Uh, Patch," one of his friends muttered while
pointing at Wonder Woman.
Patch stopped and turned around. His eyes
widened in surprise when he saw Wonder Woman. "What the fuck?" He was as
surprised as anyone else in the bar.
Wonder Woman pointed directly at the
man. "You," she said in a calm, even voice.
Patch looked around, clearly
afraid and confused. "Me? What the fuck you talking about?"
"Amy Carver,"
was Wonder Woman's only reply.
"Who?" Patch had begun to back away, sensing
that he was in some kind of trouble. He was backed up all the way against
the pool table. His friends meanwhile had scattered to the darkest corners
of the bar.
Wonder Woman glared angrily at this dirty, wretched man. She
slowly advanced upon him, causing him to cower away even more. "Three days
ago, you attacked a woman. In the street. Then you dragged her back here.
And you...violated her. Her name was Amy Carver, and she is a very good
friend of mine."
Fear gave way to sudden realization. "Oh shit," Patch
whimpered. He was in big trouble and he knew it. He was so screwed. There
was no way he would be getting away from Wonder Woman.
"H-hey look, you got
the wrong guy."
Suddenly Wonder Woman reached out and grabbed him by the
shirt. She pulled Patch close and stared him directly in the eyes. "I know
it was you. And I am taking you to the police. If you do not come quietly, I
will HURT you."
"Ummm look," he began. He was desperate, and he was afraid.
"I didn't know she was a friend of yours. B-but hey, I didn't hurt her or
nothing. She and me...uh, we just had us some fun you know?"
Wonder Woman
nearly lost control of her temper when Patch described the incident as
"fun." Patch also realized the mistake he had made and it was all he could
do to avoid blubbering and wetting himself. Just then, a woman that had been
talking on the payphone in the back of the bar came rushing up to the pair.
She was garishly made up and wore the shortest skirt Wonder Woman had seen.
"Hey that's my john," the prostitute said angrily. "Go find one of your
own!"
Still maintaining her grip on Patch's shirt, Wonder Woman turned to
address the woman. "This man is a criminal and I'm taking him to the police.
As for you, I suggest finding another line of work. By the gods, have you no
self respect?"
But as Wonder Woman turned her attention back to Patch, she
didn't notice the woman picking up an empty beer bottle from a nearby table.
"Self respect this bitch!" she screamed as she brought the bottle crashing
down on Wonder Woman's head.
The blow was more of a surprise then anything
else, and did no damage. However it did prove enough of a distraction to
cause Wonder Woman to break her hold on Patch's shirt. Confident that Patch
had been sufficiently cowed enough not to attempt escape, the beautiful
Amazon heroine turned back to face her attacker.
"I suggest you not try
that again," she warned sternly.
With Wonder Woman's back turned to him,
Patch found himself contemplating escape. He glanced quickly at the front
door. Could he make it? Maybe. But how far would he get before this super
bitch caught up with him and dragged him off to the cops? And why was Wonder
tits picking on him anyway? What had he really done? All he did was rough up
some stupid slut that was asking for it anyway! A sudden anger swelled up
within Patch and before he could think about it rationally he was in
motion.
Patch leapt onto Wonder Woman from behind, snarling like a mad man.
No stupid bitch was going to drag him off to jail just for doing what he had
a right to do anyway! He slammed his fist repeatedly into the back of Wonder
Woman's head, screaming obscenities the whole time. Wonder Woman was clearly
surprised by Patch's attack but just as clearly unhurt as well.
As Patch
struggled to maintain his grip on Wonder Woman's magnificent body, his hands
slipped down to her waist. He clutched frantically at the golden belt around
Wonder Woman's waist in a desperate attempt to avoid being thrown clear. But
with Wonder Woman's vastly superior strength, Patch was easily knocked away.
He landed roughly on his ass, but still clutching Wonder Woman's golden
belt.
Patch fully expected to be beaten senseless but was surprised to see
Wonder Woman staggering back. Her legs wobbled uncertainly and she gripped
the edge of the pool table as the strength left her body. "What the fuck?"
Patch murmured.
He stared at the golden belt still clutched in his hands,
then it hit him. "Shit," he said with a smile as he got to his feet. "This
fucking belt! Your strength is in this belt isn't it?"
Wonder Woman had
been overcome with dizziness as soon as the belt was removed. But her head
was beginning to clear. The dizziness was gone, but so was her superhuman
strength. She stared silently in horror as Patch advanced, clutching her
belt in his hands.
"Give that back to me!" she demanded.
Patch smirked.
"Um...how bout no? You know what? Suddenly you don't look so tough to me!"
Wonder Woman lunged for the belt Patch was holding, arm outstretched in a
desperate attempt to reclaim her power. But Patch snatched the belt away and
sent her to the floor with a right cross to the jaw.
"Damn I guess I was
right about the belt then huh?" Patch loomed over the fallen heroine and
leered down at her. He looked around at the bar. Most of the patrons had
silently made their way out earlier but a few still remained. "Is this the
big bad super heroine every crook in town is afraid of?" he asked. "She
don't look like much to me."
Patch tossed the belt to Lou the owner and
bartender. "Keep this safe will ya? And while you're at it, why don't you
lock up. We don't wanna be disturbed while we're havin our fun."
Turning
his attention back to Wonder Woman, Patch reached down and hauled her
roughly up to her feet. "What do you say Wonder babe? Wanna hang out with us
and have some fun?"
Wonder Woman suddenly struck Patch in the face,
catching him by surprise. He staggered back and rubbed his jaw. "You gonna
pay for that bitch!" He picked up a cue stick and swung it at the Amazon
heroine. Wonder Woman managed to catch the stick with her hands but Patch
brought his foot up and kicked her in the stomach.
Again, Wonder Woman
found herself on the floor. Patch brought his knee smashing into Wonder
Woman's gasping face, sending her sprawling onto her back.
"Yeah Patch!"
The prostitute that had struck Wonder Woman with the beer bottle cheered
enthusiastically. "Teach that bitch a lesson!"
Patch smiled. "Thanks Angie.
Hey I have an idea, you wanna run down to the 7-11 and get me a disposable
camera? Lou be a pal and let her out huh?"
Patch's smile broadened as he
turned his attention back to the fallen Amazon princess. She lay on her
back, groaning in pain. Patch kicked her legs apart and brought his boot
smashing down on her crotch. Wonder Woman cried out in pain and she tried to
get up. Patch helped her to her feet again only to send her crashing back
down with another punch to the face.
"Damn this is fun!" Patch cried out as
he reached down and grabbed a handful of hair. He yanked hard, causing
Wonder Woman to cry out again. Patch pulled Wonder Woman to her feet and
shoved her toward the pool table. Wonder Woman being unaccustomed to any
real pain was in no condition to resist.
Positioning her so she was face
down, bent over the pool table, Patch got behind Wonder Woman and ground his
crotch against her ass. "Yeah this is good," he said with a leer. He
motioned for his friends to join him before bending down to whisper in
Wonder Woman's ear.
"You know what? I did-what was the word you
used-violate your friend. And you know what? It was fun! And you know what
else Wonder Woman? Now I'm gonna violate the hell out of you too!"
With her
last ounce of strength Wonder Woman brought her elbow up to smash Patch's
face. He pulled back just in time and laughed. "Whoa! Still got some fight
left in ya?"
Patch lifted Wonder Woman's head up by the hair then slammed
her face down onto the top of the pool table.
Then he did it again.
And
again.
Then one more time until he finally felt her body go limp. Pulling
Wonder Woman's head up to look at him Patch leaned down again. "I'm gonna
fuck you up you stupid slut!" He then resumed dry humping the limp heroine
for a while before instructing his friends to grab her arms and hold her
up.
That was when Angie returned. She smiled at Lou then at Patch. She held
up a small plastic bag. "I got some cameras. A whole bunch of em just in
case we need more than one."
Patch grinned evilly. "Good thinking. And
you're just in time. Now the fun's really gonna start..."
(To be
continued) provided the author is first notified.
This story is part of an intended
series, each part of which tells a different account of a super heroine's
(Wonder Woman to be more specific) defeat. Each story will consist of 1 or
more chapters and each story will be self-contained. None of the various
stories will be interrelated or have anything to do with any other stories
in the series.
Credit & Acknowledgement: This story owes a LOT to my
friend Nicole who provided so much in the way of inspiration and story
ideas. Couldn't have done it without you Nic (and I mean that
literally).
The author of this story may be reached at the following
address:
Viol8torr@hotmail.com
The many defeats of Wonder Woman: The
Bar
Chapter 1
A chill wind blew through the alleyway as a voluptuous
figure silently made its way. The alleyway stunk of beer and urine and was
littered not only with a multitude of old beer cans but sleeping drunks as
well. The alley ended in a dead end and a door was set against one wall. It
was toward this door that the gorgeously feminine figure moved.
Wonder
Woman stopped at the door. It was old, its metal frame battered and rusted.
A single pane of grimy cracked glass provided a partial view inside. Faded
lettering on the glass read, "Lou's Backdoor Bar." It was at this bar
several nights ago that a close friend of Wonder Woman's had been taken to
after being brutally attacked in the street.
Having vowed to make her
friend's attacker pay for their crime, Wonder Woman had arrived through the
back alleys. She would have preferred of course to go through the bar's
front entrance but feared that someone would spot her approach and warn the
man she had come to find. And so it was on this cold and chilly night that
the world famous super heroine known as Wonder Woman had come to
Lou's.
Flinging the back door open, Wonder Woman stepped through and made
her way into the bar. She strode confidently down the narrow hall in the
back, past the restrooms and into the main barroom. The powerful Amazon
super heroine made her way to the center of the room where a group of men
were playing pool. She stood with her legs spread and hands on her hips. Her
magnificent breasts jutted out proudly on display beneath her golden bustier
and her long, sleek legs were both powerful and sexy. She was a magnificent
vision, perfection incarnate.
People quickly took notice of the legend
standing in their midst. Most of them had to do a quick double-take,
scarcely believing their eyes. What was the famous Wonder Woman doing in a
place like Lou's, they wondered. The men especially found their eyes fixed
on Wonder Woman, and they were the sort that were expected to be found in a
filthy low-rent place like this. Dirty, grimy, and filthy. Most of them
looked to be barely a step up from animals.
Scanning the bar, Wonder Woman
soon spotted the man she wanted. A tall lanky man dressed in denim. He had
long greasy hair pulled back in a ponytail and wore a red bandana around his
head. Tattoos were visible on both arms, the most eye-catching of which were
a group of small black stars on the back of his left hand.
Yes, this was
most certainly the man Wonder Woman was looking for. He matched the
description given by her friend perfectly, right down to his ridiculously
oversized belt buckle. This man alone seemed oblivious to the presence of
the amazing Amazon. It was only when his pool partners failed to take their
turns that he noticed something was wrong.
"Hey what the fuck is wrong with
you guys?" he asked.
"Uh, Patch," one of his friends muttered while
pointing at Wonder Woman.
Patch stopped and turned around. His eyes
widened in surprise when he saw Wonder Woman. "What the fuck?" He was as
surprised as anyone else in the bar.
Wonder Woman pointed directly at the
man. "You," she said in a calm, even voice.
Patch looked around, clearly
afraid and confused. "Me? What the fuck you talking about?"
"Amy Carver,"
was Wonder Woman's only reply.
"Who?" Patch had begun to back away, sensing
that he was in some kind of trouble. He was backed up all the way against
the pool table. His friends meanwhile had scattered to the darkest corners
of the bar.
Wonder Woman glared angrily at this dirty, wretched man. She
slowly advanced upon him, causing him to cower away even more. "Three days
ago, you attacked a woman. In the street. Then you dragged her back here.
And you...violated her. Her name was Amy Carver, and she is a very good
friend of mine."
Fear gave way to sudden realization. "Oh shit," Patch
whimpered. He was in big trouble and he knew it. He was so screwed. There
was no way he would be getting away from Wonder Woman.
"H-hey look, you got
the wrong guy."
Suddenly Wonder Woman reached out and grabbed him by the
shirt. She pulled Patch close and stared him directly in the eyes. "I know
it was you. And I am taking you to the police. If you do not come quietly, I
will HURT you."
"Ummm look," he began. He was desperate, and he was afraid.
"I didn't know she was a friend of yours. B-but hey, I didn't hurt her or
nothing. She and me...uh, we just had us some fun you know?"
Wonder Woman
nearly lost control of her temper when Patch described the incident as
"fun." Patch also realized the mistake he had made and it was all he could
do to avoid blubbering and wetting himself. Just then, a woman that had been
talking on the payphone in the back of the bar came rushing up to the pair.
She was garishly made up and wore the shortest skirt Wonder Woman had seen.
"Hey that's my john," the prostitute said angrily. "Go find one of your
own!"
Still maintaining her grip on Patch's shirt, Wonder Woman turned to
address the woman. "This man is a criminal and I'm taking him to the police.
As for you, I suggest finding another line of work. By the gods, have you no
self respect?"
But as Wonder Woman turned her attention back to Patch, she
didn't notice the woman picking up an empty beer bottle from a nearby table.
"Self respect this bitch!" she screamed as she brought the bottle crashing
down on Wonder Woman's head.
The blow was more of a surprise then anything
else, and did no damage. However it did prove enough of a distraction to
cause Wonder Woman to break her hold on Patch's shirt. Confident that Patch
had been sufficiently cowed enough not to attempt escape, the beautiful
Amazon heroine turned back to face her attacker.
"I suggest you not try
that again," she warned sternly.
With Wonder Woman's back turned to him,
Patch found himself contemplating escape. He glanced quickly at the front
door. Could he make it? Maybe. But how far would he get before this super
bitch caught up with him and dragged him off to the cops? And why was Wonder
tits picking on him anyway? What had he really done? All he did was rough up
some stupid slut that was asking for it anyway! A sudden anger swelled up
within Patch and before he could think about it rationally he was in
motion.
Patch leapt onto Wonder Woman from behind, snarling like a mad man.
No stupid bitch was going to drag him off to jail just for doing what he had
a right to do anyway! He slammed his fist repeatedly into the back of Wonder
Woman's head, screaming obscenities the whole time. Wonder Woman was clearly
surprised by Patch's attack but just as clearly unhurt as well.
As Patch
struggled to maintain his grip on Wonder Woman's magnificent body, his hands
slipped down to her waist. He clutched frantically at the golden belt around
Wonder Woman's waist in a desperate attempt to avoid being thrown clear. But
with Wonder Woman's vastly superior strength, Patch was easily knocked away.
He landed roughly on his ass, but still clutching Wonder Woman's golden
belt.
Patch fully expected to be beaten senseless but was surprised to see
Wonder Woman staggering back. Her legs wobbled uncertainly and she gripped
the edge of the pool table as the strength left her body. "What the fuck?"
Patch murmured.
He stared at the golden belt still clutched in his hands,
then it hit him. "Shit," he said with a smile as he got to his feet. "This
fucking belt! Your strength is in this belt isn't it?"
Wonder Woman had
been overcome with dizziness as soon as the belt was removed. But her head
was beginning to clear. The dizziness was gone, but so was her superhuman
strength. She stared silently in horror as Patch advanced, clutching her
belt in his hands.
"Give that back to me!" she demanded.
Patch smirked.
"Um...how bout no? You know what? Suddenly you don't look so tough to me!"
Wonder Woman lunged for the belt Patch was holding, arm outstretched in a
desperate attempt to reclaim her power. But Patch snatched the belt away and
sent her to the floor with a right cross to the jaw.
"Damn I guess I was
right about the belt then huh?" Patch loomed over the fallen heroine and
leered down at her. He looked around at the bar. Most of the patrons had
silently made their way out earlier but a few still remained. "Is this the
big bad super heroine every crook in town is afraid of?" he asked. "She
don't look like much to me."
Patch tossed the belt to Lou the owner and
bartender. "Keep this safe will ya? And while you're at it, why don't you
lock up. We don't wanna be disturbed while we're havin our fun."
Turning
his attention back to Wonder Woman, Patch reached down and hauled her
roughly up to her feet. "What do you say Wonder babe? Wanna hang out with us
and have some fun?"
Wonder Woman suddenly struck Patch in the face,
catching him by surprise. He staggered back and rubbed his jaw. "You gonna
pay for that bitch!" He picked up a cue stick and swung it at the Amazon
heroine. Wonder Woman managed to catch the stick with her hands but Patch
brought his foot up and kicked her in the stomach.
Again, Wonder Woman
found herself on the floor. Patch brought his knee smashing into Wonder
Woman's gasping face, sending her sprawling onto her back.
"Yeah Patch!"
The prostitute that had struck Wonder Woman with the beer bottle cheered
enthusiastically. "Teach that bitch a lesson!"
Patch smiled. "Thanks Angie.
Hey I have an idea, you wanna run down to the 7-11 and get me a disposable
camera? Lou be a pal and let her out huh?"
Patch's smile broadened as he
turned his attention back to the fallen Amazon princess. She lay on her
back, groaning in pain. Patch kicked her legs apart and brought his boot
smashing down on her crotch. Wonder Woman cried out in pain and she tried to
get up. Patch helped her to her feet again only to send her crashing back
down with another punch to the face.
"Damn this is fun!" Patch cried out as
he reached down and grabbed a handful of hair. He yanked hard, causing
Wonder Woman to cry out again. Patch pulled Wonder Woman to her feet and
shoved her toward the pool table. Wonder Woman being unaccustomed to any
real pain was in no condition to resist.
Positioning her so she was face
down, bent over the pool table, Patch got behind Wonder Woman and ground his
crotch against her ass. "Yeah this is good," he said with a leer. He
motioned for his friends to join him before bending down to whisper in
Wonder Woman's ear.
"You know what? I did-what was the word you
used-violate your friend. And you know what? It was fun! And you know what
else Wonder Woman? Now I'm gonna violate the hell out of you too!"
With her
last ounce of strength Wonder Woman brought her elbow up to smash Patch's
face. He pulled back just in time and laughed. "Whoa! Still got some fight
left in ya?"
Patch lifted Wonder Woman's head up by the hair then slammed
her face down onto the top of the pool table.
Then he did it again.
And
again.
Then one more time until he finally felt her body go limp. Pulling
Wonder Woman's head up to look at him Patch leaned down again. "I'm gonna
fuck you up you stupid slut!" He then resumed dry humping the limp heroine
for a while before instructing his friends to grab her arms and hold her
up.
That was when Angie returned. She smiled at Lou then at Patch. She held
up a small plastic bag. "I got some cameras. A whole bunch of em just in
case we need more than one."
Patch grinned evilly. "Good thinking. And
you're just in time. Now the fun's really gonna start..."
(To be
continued)