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-Anonymous
"BRRRRRIIING!!!"
A hand reached out for the offending alarm, and came down resignedly on top of the snooze button. The hand's owner flopped over on his bed, trying to convince himself to get up for another day of his reluctant life.
Gah, I hate Monday mornings. Andrew Skye grumbled to himself. He wondered privately if civilian life was finally getting to him. Time was when waking up was not a problem.
But back then, when it was a matter of life and death, staying alive was in itself a strong incentive for waking up punctually.
He ran a hand through his blond hair, then managed to struggle his unwilling, reluctant body into a sitting position on his bed. He glanced once at the alarm for the time, though he already knew what the display would show.
8.00 AM.
He groaned again, and heaved himself off the bed, staggering to the bathroom to wash up.
His small apartment was well kept, spartan even, with a laptop on a simple desk, several books on a shelf, and a functional wardrobe. There was also a washbasin and a kitchette in a corner, which he would occasionally use to cook some simple fare.
Most of the time though, he ate out.
A refrigerator completed the picture, along with a cabinet that Andy hoped he would never have to open again. Too many painful memories were locked away in that little piece of furniture, the items within it symbols of everything that had gone wrong with his life.
Ten minutes later, a much refreshed Andy, dressed in a simple tracksuit, ate his breakfast, consisting of a mug of instant oatmeal and some plain bread. It had been the same routine for the past year now. He never saw any reason to change.
Nor had he any reason to. For the first time in his life, he was content, able to shut off his hatred for himself. Satisfied with what he had, and satisfied with his current direction, even if it was one as simple as being a chauffeur.
Well, not exactly, since he owned half the small limo company he worked in.
After breakfast, it was a quick jog down to the company garage, where he would work out the duty roster with Bob Simon, the co-owner of their company.
Andy was sweating slightly by the time he finished the 2 kilometer jog to the garage, nodding to the other drivers arriving through the door in dribs and drabs and exchanging morning pleasantries.
"Hey, morning Andy!" A cheerful black man greeted him as Andy walked past a limo. The man held a writing pad, and scribbled hastily on it.
"Morning, Bob. How's things?" Andy asked.
"Great! In fact, business is now so good we have to turn away some customers because we don't have enough cars. Winston and Associates were asking for limos today, and I had to turn them away."
Andy paused, thinking of a solution to this enviable problem. "Any way we can send them on to other companies and get a cut?"
"Good idea, but they would never agree, since the customer can get to them just as easily without us." Bob turned away to shout to a driver who had just arrived a greeting and instruction for the day with a few quick words.
"So what's the score for today?" Andy walked to the door of the changing room.
Bob glanced at his pad. "You up for a stint as a chauffeur for the UN?"
"Sure. Details?"
"Pick up the Chinese ambassador and a guest at his hotel at nine, then drive them to UN HQ. Details are all here," Bob passed a computer printout to Andy, "take a look."
Andy scanned the sheet of paper in an instant. "Simple enough. But who's the guest?"
He noticed Bob trying hard not to stifle a grin as he replied, "Nobody in particular."
"A Chinese ambassador. There could be trouble."
Bob scoffed. "With so many diplomats disappearing in the past few days, and a recent breakout of supervillains from the Slab, a lot of limo companies are trying to turn down these deals."
Andy raised an eyebrow. "But you're not worried?"
"Paid our insurance already. And number one policy for our drivers is to stay out of trouble. That should be enough. And don't worry, I won't let the company we've worked so hard to get off the ground go under because of a few measly bad guys."
"And since this job might be a bit riskier than most, you gave it to me? Trying to kill me off now. Eh?" Andy's smile took away the sting of his words.
"Nah, just that you have the best chance of surviving if anything bad happens. I will never forget the day you saved me and my family in that ghetto." Bob regretted the moment the words left his mouth, as Andy scowled.
Andy stared icily at Bob, "Don't ever mention that day again." He entered the changing room without another word.
Bob sighed, realizing that he should not have raised the matter at all. From what little he knew of Andy's past, it was not pretty.
Andy entered the changing room with a smoldering, silent rage, something with he had lived with his whole life. He knew that Bob meant well, but the scars of the past were still fresh on his soul. He did not need them reawakened in his life anymore. He was through with fighting.
The other employees seemed to have sensed his foul mood, and refrained from talking to him, where they would normally banter around. Andy took a quick shower to keep himself fresh, and also wash off the sweat from his morning exercise.
After that, he changed into a typical chauffeur attire, consisting of a black suit over a white shirt, black pants, and a cap. He looked down to check that his leather shoes are properly shined, which he always spent at least twenty minutes polishing everyday after his shift.
The minutes he took to change also cooled his anger, and by the time he walked out of the changing room to the garage to get his limo, he felt sorry for having been so harsh with Bob.
He walked up to Bob, who was giving some last minute instructions to a newly employed driver about the intricacies of driving for a wedding.
Bob was saying, "Drive carefully. The last thing you want is to get some brides angry because you messed up their makeup. Now git."
The newbie nodded, then went off to his own car.
Andy strode firmly to Bob and started to apologize, "Look Bob, I'm sorry…"
Bob waved it off. "My fault for bringing it up. Anyway," Bob continued as if nothing had happened, "you wanna come over tonight for dinner? The kids want to see their Uncle Andy." Bob smiled. Andy was a tough guy, one of the toughest and most deadly men he was sure to exist, but strangely, he also had a soft spot for kids.
Andy thought about it for a while, and replied, "I'll think about it. Thanks for the offer. I'll see you later." He climbed into the driver's seat of his own limo.
"Bye, partner," Bob gave Andy a thumbs up as he drove off.
A whistling Andy weaved his car through the streets of New York. A quick look at the printout told him about his destination, and the amount of faith the Chinese embassy had in the New York Police Department.
He was scheduled to drive the Chinese ambassador and his guest to various locales for the entire day, up to the evening. The most striking thing to note was that there was no mention at all of protection for the ambassador and his guest, bodyguards and the like to tag along.
The ostensible reason for hiring a private firm for their transport needs was due to the fact that a supervillain attack on the UN headquarters recently wiped out the carpool of almost all the member nations, leaving them with little choice but to hire limo services.
The attack was foiled by Green Lantern, but from all accounts, it was a close fight, and many people were injured. And now he was being asked to drive a very visible target around the city.
Thinking furiously, Andy hoped that the Chinese would be smart enough to have agents around to protect their ambassador, but he had also dealt with them enough times to know that they did not regard anybody as indispensable.
He got the distinct feeling that they was bait. But who would be the tracker?
He understood almost immediately the moment he arrived at the hotel. The Chinese ambassador was a tall Asian man with strong features and a shock of white hair, wearing a gray suit. It was his guest who was the center of attraction.
She was a tall woman, almost as tall as Andy himself. Her entire body was perfectly formed, the torso tapering down flawlessly into a disciplined warrior's waist, then flaring out again into fertile, feminine hips. Round, taut breasts precisely the right size, hung firmly on her chest.
She was dressed in her usual brief attire reflecting the American flag colors,
with golden-plated bustier and star-spangled bottom, plus knee-high boots, tiara
and
bracelets. Everything about her screamed to the onlooking men of untouchable
beauty.
There was no doubt to Andy that it was the famous Wonder Woman, Champion of All Women, the Amazing Amazon, standing with the ambassador. And there was also no doubt that this was a both a way to sweeten the bait, and also to trap any supervillain foolish enough to abduct the ambassador. Almost as certain was the fact that there would be one or two Justice Leaguers waiting in the wings as backup. Andy's long dormant situational awareness senses started to come to life.
He forced himself to remain calm as his eyes inspected the Ambassador beside her, and then back to her again. The Princess raised an eyebrow, and Andy quickly recovered.
"Good morning Mr. Lin, Princess Diana," Andy said smoothly, improvising in the case of Wonder Woman. "My name is Andy Skye, with Skye and Simon Limo Services. I am your chauffeur for the day. Please do not hesitate if you need any help. I am at your service."
The man nodded, while Wonder Woman said, "Thank you."
Her voice was rich and melodious, and their eyes met for an instant as Andy looked at her. A hint of… something passed through her clear blue eyes as he felt her eyes inspect him..
"This way please," Andy opened the back doors of the limo for them, gesturing them in, and then smoothly getting into the limo.
Driving Wonder Woman for an entire day. Andy realized that Bob probably knew about it, the reason behind his barely suppressed humor a while ago.
Well, well, well, Andy thought wryly as they drove off. I hope nothing bad happens. I will probably have to kill Bob for the car repairs.
Diana, Princess of Themyscira, sat back on her seat, discussing population issues with Lin Han Zhi, ambassador of the People's Republic of China.
True, the PRC was a totalitarian state, with zero political freedom for its people, and she was barred from interfering with the internal policies of any nation.
That didn't mean she could not try others means, though.
"Mr. Lin, you must realize that the rest of the world considers the forced abortion in your country as an utterly inhumane act."
"Yes," the man sighed, "Yet do they also realize that we have no other option? Our food supplies are already stretched to their limits, and I don't think people like to see children starving either."
"The other nations of the world can always supply food to feed your people…"
"But can they provide jobs? Education? A purpose in life? I do not think so. Even the projected energy expenditures are already terrifying to behold."
Diana shook her head, her long flowing tresses sliding on her shoulders. "With the B13 technology from Metropolis, surely we can find a solution."
"Perhaps. But what are the chances that President Luthor will release the technology to us? Maybe if you can convince him first, then we shall see about modifying our policies to more humane levels."
"I will certainly try my best." Diana smiled inwardly, for it was a victory of sorts.
Since her arrival in Man's World, no, the Modern World, she had been struggling to bring peace to the world. However, it did not take long for her to realize that her task was essentially a futile one, with suspicion and paranoia rampart throughout the world. Her task was not helped by the fact that many people saw her as a sign of American imperialism.
She looked up at the rear view mirror, and caught another glance of the chauffeur. His eyes, as blue as her own, stared back at her for an instant before shifting away. She noted that his eyes looked like that of a warrior, piercing and intent as they roved around. It was very possible he already knew trouble might be on the way.
Once the former Goddess of Truth, she was sure that the chauffeur was hiding something. There was just a tinge of the lie in his words when he had introduced himself, but she couldn't figure it out, and besides, he seemed sincere enough, and the company he worked for, or owned in this case, was utterly reliable.
As upon the plan they had agreed on, Green Lantern and Jade would follow the limo at a discreet distance, ready to back her up once the abductors had been spotted.
The supervillains who had abducted the UN representatives and the various ambassadors, and attacked the UN HQ, were apparently a well organized group. Nobody had yet to figure out their plan, or who the mastermind might be, not even Oracle or Batman.
Diana hoped to minimize the damage that would result from any conflict within the city, but she also knew it was unlikely. She glanced around at the city outside, the tall buildings symbols of prosperity and wealth. All other concerns were suddenly driven out of her mind by a red hot blast.
Brickburn laughed long and loud as he bathed the part of the limo where Wonder Woman was sitting in with liquid fire from his hands. The limo swerved to avoid his aim, but he easily kept it on the target.
According to all reports, Wonder Woman was only highly impervious to harm. Bullets and other sharp objects could hurt her just as easily as any ordinary human.
The limo went out of control and tumbled over the kerb, smashing into a store. Brickburn smiled. The ambassador was not the target of this particular operation. They could care less whether the others lived or died. The metahumans were the real targets of the day.
Without warning, two green blasts erupted from the streets, even as the throngs of pedestrians ran away screaming in fear. Brickburn tumbled off the vantage point he was on with a grunt, only just avoiding the energy beams.
Two Green Lanterns, a male in a mask and a green skinned female, charged towards him, but Brickburn had other ideas. Sure, he was confident he could take them down in hand to hand combat, since he had superhuman strength and bullet proof skin in addition to his fire blasts, but the boss had drummed in the fact that he, of all people, wasn't the sharpest villain on the block, and going into a melee wasn't always the best idea.
Not when there were better options available.
Brickburn took out a small device from his belt, and aimed it in the direction of the two superheroes. He pressed the trigger without hesitation, not giving them time to scatter.
It was something the boss called a 'neural imbalancer', something that could scramble the mind of a person by messing up his neurons. It had a wide beam spread, but worked best only at shorter ranges. Pity there was only one of these around.
And the Green Lanterns were, in some ways, even more difficult to take down than Wonder Slut. Brickburn looked forward to having some time alone with the one called Jade. But the prize had yet to really appear.
Green Lantern and Jade collapsed almost immediately as the device went off, clutching their heads in pain, while a figure burst from the limo towards him.
Wonder Woman's fleet form struck him with tremendous force, a thunderous blow that sent his head ringing.
One thing's for sure, Brickburn thought as he tried to blast Wonder Bitch away with burst of flame, she can hit like hell.
The sound of the fight woke Andy up, who had been knocked unconscious when the limo crashed into the building.
His senses had screamed at him to start evasive maneuvers before the supervillains had even started attacking. He had done so, but apparently not quickly enough.
He had blacked out when his head smashed into the front windscreen. Even now, he could feel blood trickling down his forehead.
He was badly hurt. He could feel the bone shards grinding against each other in his left leg and right arm. They had been broken by the wild tumbling of the limo after it had gone out of control.
The pain was excruciating. Andy reached within himself for a memory.
Get into line!" The blow smashed into his stomach. Number 39 flew backwards and rolled for several meters before coming to a stop.
Number 39 did not groan in pain, for that would have been an admission of weakness, and to show weakness was fatal. The boy got up, and got into line.
The instructor spoke again to the gathered ranks of young children before him. "This is a pain tolerance test. Each of you will be hooked up to an electric chair. We will slowly increase the current and voltage, and all of you must resist making a single sound. Not one yell, whimper, or otherwise from your lips, or else…" His voice trailed off as he grinned maliciously at the rows of unblinking, blank faces.
Then the test had started. One by one the children took their turn. Those who failed the test were immediately rewarded with a bullet to the head.
Then it was Number 39's turn.
Number 39 walked up to the chair, his mind blank of thoughts. There was no ceremony, no words of comfort as he was strapped in. They were all expendable.
It had started slowly, a dull hum that Number 39 could feel rolling through his body. Slowly the hum increased, and suddenly it was becoming more difficult to shut out the growing agony.
Number 39 started blinking his eyes at an incredible speed, and his fists clenched and unclenched rapidly as he sought to ameliorate the pain without crying out. Tendons bulged through his young body, and the veins on his head was almost bursting. A whine almost escaped his lips, but he bit down on his tongue, preventing himself from making the sound, using pain to fight the pain.
He held on, and then suddenly, the pain, the terrible, mind breaking pain, was gone.
"Number 39, passed." An instructor droned out.
Andy released the seat belt clasped, and then opened the glove compartment. A gleaming Sig Sauer pistol laid inside, a precaution for drivers under attack.
When they had started up the company, he had agreed with Bob that the lives of their drivers were most important, and the pistol was to ensure that any driver caught in a bad situation would have a fighting chance, literally, of getting out alive. Every driver was a qualified shooter.
But Andy was much more than just a simple shooter. He went for the door, and tried to open it, only to discover that it was blocked by rubble. Disregarding the pain in his broken limbs, Andy started to try for the other doors, shuffling in the cramped spaces in the wrecked limo.
Diana gasped as the black clad meta managed to kick her away. She had braced for the blow, however, and came easily to a stop a few meters away, landing firmly on her feet.
She knew her opponent, known as Brickburn, was quite dangerous, from the Justice League archives they have on superpowered villains. His strength and endurance levels were quite close to her own, and he had the ability to discharge flames from his hands. He was also, from the skirmish they just had, a trained combatant.
But she also held the upper hand. She was definitely faster and stronger than him, and she had better skills, even if Brickburn had pulled several good moves of his own, all countered by her amazon skills.
She also needed to end the fight quickly. The chauffeur and the ambassador were injured, from all indications, and she needed to get them to a medical facility as soon as possible.
Then Brickburn suddenly stretched out a hand to the right, and Diana saw his target, a almost prostrate woman lying on the ground woozily coming to her senses.
Wonder Woman was in motion before he triggered the blast, all the while cursing the supervillain for daring to attack an innocent. She intercepted the firebolt with her bracelets, standing her ground as Brickburn went all out with his ranged power, unleashing a storm of firebolts at her. She deflected every single one of his shots, and prepared to charge him once he was tired. Energy attacks were extremely draining.
Then there was a terrible pain in her back. Diana screamed.
Slyper smiled as his laser rifle blew a nice round hole into the back of the amazon bitch. The hologram projection had worked perfectly. The plan had worked perfectly.
And as he stared down at the beautiful Amazon princess on the ground clutching her midsection in anguish, Slyper allowed himself a grin of smug satisfaction.
He reached down and grabbed a handful of Wonder Woman's hair. He pulled her up, and his right arm stabbed several needles filled with a special concoction into her left arm.
The drugs in the concoction were supposed to keep her barely conscious, but also denying her the use of her limbs, and also increasing her pain. A three in one torture drug, Slyper thought evilly.
The two Green Lanterns were lying on the street, and Brickburn was injecting them with another drug that would keep them unconscious for up to 24 hours, more than enough to take them away and present them as trophies to their boss.
Leaning down, he spoke into her pain wracked face. "Hello, gorgeous. Looks like you aren't as smart as everybody thought you'll be. You're just a over-muscled, overrated bimbo. The reason why you're not dead now is because our boss wants to make sure you're properly prepared and humiliated beforehand. And there won't be anyone else to save you this time. All the other superheroes are busy, and even your backup are down. What a nice bonus, don't you say?"
He saw her mouth open as she tried to speak past her terrible wounds, and the drugs now raging through her flawless body. "Uhhh. No… Uh!"
Brickburn walked over, running a hand over his jaw as he tried to sooth the ache caused by one of Wonder Woman's blows. "Damn bitch can sure hit hard." He aimed a vicious kick at her. "Take that, slut!"
Wonder Woman groaned as the kick hit her square in her belly. Her superhuman metabolism was already working to heal the injury in her back, but it would take time, and to make matters worse, it was also tied up fighting the drugs in her body.
The kick also sent her firm breasts bouncing, almost flying out of her costume. The two supervillains looked in astonishment at the two mounds juggling on the Champion of All Women.
"Wow, look at that!" Brickburn muttered in awe. "God must be very happy with us to give us such a treat."
"Amen." Slyper echoed as he came to a decision.
He reached down and pulled the red bustier down Wonder Woman's chest with a firm tug. "Help me pin her against that wall, willya?" He nodded his head towards the wall of a nearby rubble, caused by the brawl between Wonder Woman and Brickburn.
Slyper relished the feel of the costume as it moved against his fingers, and the thought of seeing the super slut naked was even more enjoyable. With this act, he and Brickburn were going to be famous!
He noticed the glowing lasso by her side, and took it off the hook on her slender waist.
"What do we have here, hmmm? This should fetch us good money on the black market!" His laughter pierced through the air, and Wonder Woman shivered visibly.
Brickburn picked Wonder Woman up by her breasts, and proceeded to hold her against the wall. She moaned softly through luscious red lips, aware of her danger but unable to do anything about it. Her eyelids fluttered as she struggled weakly against her captors.
"Soften her up, first, buddy, then we take her," Slyper said with a sneer.
Brickburn drew back one meaty fist, and punched with all his might against her midsection, still bleeding from Slyper's sneak attack.
"Urrggghhh!" The lovely superheroine cried out as her body was driven into the concrete. Brickburn, aroused by her distress, started pounding away without mercy.
"Urgh! Ah! No! Oomph! Stop!" The helpless Woman of Wonder screamed in distress, her powerful body utterly unable to defend her from Brickburn's brutal onslaught. "Hera… Help me!
Slyper stared in fascination as he watched Brickburn work over Wonder Woman's voluptuous body. The blows rain down on her taut, lean abdomen, her splendid thighs, her sleek hips, her generous breasts, her exquisite face. There was no mercy, no compassion, only sheer malice as Brickburn unleashed his relentless strength against her. Even her tiara, the symbol of her position, was bashed away by the cruel fists of her assailant.
Looking around, Slyper saw a security camera from a destroyed store, hanging in a perfect position to witness the destruction of Wonder Woman.
He wondered if there were anyone on the other side of the camera feed. He resolved to get the tape once they were done.
Then a loud ripping sound drew Slyper's attention back to Wonder Slut, as her star spangled bottom was torn away, revealing a narrow cunt that Slyper was sure had never been entered before. Her chest heaved as she tried to stir herself, the mesmerizing motion of her twin perfect orbs nearly caused Slyper to cum in his pants.
Well, that record would be broken today.
Brickburn pulled down his pants, and to Slyper's great satisfaction, Wonder Woman was beginning to cry.
Diana whimpered as she felt herself slowly being destroyed. She could barely speak now, much less ward off the punishing blows on her body. It was an effort just to stay conscious.
She knew the worst was yet to come. She was a virgin, and had never given her body to a man before. She had always dreamed of finding somebody worthy of her, and for her to be worthy of, and then giving herself and her chastity to him as a symbol of her love.
Tears started to run down her cheeks as she realized that it would never be so now. She would be taken by these super powered thugs, and then killed. The shame of her defeat would ensure that there would be no place in the Elysium Fields for her, no place of glory on Olympus in the afterlife.
Being naked was fine with her, after all, the Amazons of Themyscira never placed much emphasis on the nudity taboo. But being taken against her will was something out of her deepest nightmares.
She had not expected this to happen. The defeat was so sudden, so abrupt. In her mind, she was desperately calling out for somebody, anybody, to save her. She did not feel at all like a powerful superheroine at this very instant, but more like a frightened little girl in a very dangerous world.
All she could do now was to give up her magnificent body to the villains, hoping that it might buy her enough time to recover. A slim chance, since they seem to be professionals, but the only one she had. She was too battered to fight back, too weak to even stand.
Since her arrival in Man's World, she had always recognized the dangers of her chosen role, but never had she been placed into such a position. Most criminals who lusted after her body were often too weak to defeat her, or even to pose a threat, but conversely those she could not handle were utterly uninterested. She was bound to face somebody with the combination of both lust and power to back it up, but she had never really envisioned this fate for herself.
For the first time in her life, Wonder Woman had lost all hope. She sobbed brokenly as Brickburn lifted her twitching body off the slab, where a cratered indentation had been hammered in by his blows through her body. He flung her onto the ground, and she could do no more than to scratch uselessly on the hot asphalt for support.
"Athena, lend me strength." She prayed silently, but in her heart she knew that the virgin goddess would probably have no idea of what she was going through right now. Aphrodite, most certainly, but not the others.
"All right now, I think we've beaten enough of her arrogance out of her. Time for the real fun to begin!" Slyper laughed as he fondled her breasts and fingered her cunt, weaving tiny circles as he tried to further illustrate her shame and helplessness of the moment.
Diana tried to hold back her tears and the arousing sensation, but she failed miserably as she was pulled to a sitting position. She realized with a shock that Brickburn had his pants down and his massive member was staring her in the face.
Slyper laughed, a harsh sound that pierced to her soul. "Come on girlie, you must have heard of this sort of thing. I want you to give him a mouth fuck. Do your best, or else, we might make your end even more painful."
"No, please, I'll do anything else. Don't make me do this!" She wailed. Her pride was completely broken, and she was resorting to begging piteously for her life and virginity.
Slyper pulled her towards him. "I think I've seen enough now. Even the great Wonder Woman is begging for her life now." He roared in amusement. "Wonder Woman! The Amazing Amazon! Champion of Justice! Princess of Paradise Island! Princess of Power!" He shouted each and every one of her many titles out. The titles stabbed like knives into her chest, reminders of her proud Amazon heritage, her role, her purpose, all abandoned now, and Diana felt herself slipping away.
Brickburn wrapped one massive paw round her head, and shoved it towards his crotch. The Amazon Champion could not even take a quick breath before her mouth was filled by the throbbing cock of the supervillain. The Princess almost gagged as she took in the entire piece of flesh down to almost her throat.
Deep within her spirit, Wonder Woman was dying, bit by bit.
Brickburn roared in delight as he pushed Wonder Woman's head down to his throbbing cock, forcing her to suck his cock. Her head was buried in his pubic hair, and Slyper smiled viciously.
"Man, to be fucking Wonder Slut in her mouth…" Brickburn pushed her face deeper into his crotch. Then he begun a rhythmic in and out motion with her head, pumping her mouth with his penis. To Brickburn, her mouth felt like soft silk over his penis, an incredibly comfortable yet arousing sensation that intensified as he pushed it in and out of her mouth.
Slyper looked around again for possible trouble. "Hey, you can take her mouth and her tits. I'm taking her cunt."
"No problem. Everybody gets a share, eh?"
Slyper laughed.
It did not take long for Brickburn to discharge his cum all over the Princess of Paradise Island, and he laughed loudly and in pleasure. He slapped her face a few times with his firm penis, wiping his cum off on her ashen cheeks.
"Your turn, buddy!" Brickburn yelled cheerfully as he threw the groggy, gagging amazon towards his partner. Her boobs jiggled as she moved, exciting Slyper even more. White cum was all over her mouth and breasts, and the look on her face was one of utter surrender.
"To be fucking the world's most powerful virgin… This is my lucky day!" Slyper exclaimed as he pulled out his manhood.
Just as he was about to plunge his tool in and send Wonder Woman into eternal despair, a voice rang out.
"Fuck you, assholes!"
Andy had managed to get out of the limo, and he had even managed to drag the battered form of the Chinese ambassador from the car to a safe distance away. Mr. Lin was still alive, but he had been severely burned.
Andy staggered to his feet, pushing past the pain in his left leg to stand up. He managed to walk for two steps before collapsing again. He continued to limp forward, using his left knee instead to support his weight, dragging his shattered lower left leg behind him. His left hand clutched the pistol, just in case.
To Andy, something was wrong if there wasn't any help at this point. He estimated at least 5 minutes had passed since the start of the attack, and that should have been enough time for the superheroes to finish off their attackers and seek assistance for the wounded.
He was shocked when he half crawled out of the store they had crashed in to see a brute of a man holding up the naked, battered form of Wonder Woman, while a thin man in green armor stood close by with his pants down. He noticed the man had a weapon attached to his right arm.
It did not take him long to understand what they were doing, and a hot rage took over him. That anybody would inflict such damage and loss of life. Rage that they had dared to attack him! His left arm came up with the pistol, and he placed the thin man in his sights as he shouted out, "Fuck you, assholes!"
The thin man in armor turned instantly, and his arm with the weapon came up.
But Andy had already sighted in on him, and he was already picking out possible weak points on the armor. He did not want to waste bullets and time punching through the probably bulletproof armor of a supervillain. One shot, one kill, that was what he had been taught years ago. Andy, for once, was grateful that he had been trained to be equally proficient with both hands in the use of weapons.
It also did not take him long to realize that the throat of the man was not protected.
Andy fired.
Brickburn watched in amazement as the man, who was so injured that he could hardly stand, fired at Slyper.
Brickburn laughed, as he believed that it was a futile attack.
His laugh lasted as long as Slyper's throat.
A fountain of blood erupted from Slyper's neck, as the bullet tore through the unarmored flesh, ripping through the windpipe and the spinal cord. A splatter of blood flew against Brickburn, staining his black costume with red splotches.
Brickburn turned in anger at the man, who was now aiming the gun at him.
"You little man… How dare you!" Brickburn yelled as he threw his hands forward, ready to unleash a blast that would fry this interfering fool to crispy bits.
A bullet smashed into his forehead, whipping his head back for an instant, but Brickburn's bulletproof skin had come through once again.
He was about to cut loose when the man fired again.
Andy was not really surprised when the bullet bounced off the metahuman's forehead. Anybody wearing such a thin and flimsy costume either had some form of forcefield to protect them or very hard skin. Still, it was worth a try.
The man was getting ready to throw another blast though, and Andy knew chances were good he would be killed in this exchange. More than that, Wonder Woman's fate rested in his hands. If he failed to take down the meta, the bad guy would be free to do whatever he wanted with her.
He had no choice. Just like every other event which had plagued his life. He actually did not mind if he died, because death was a welcome release for him. But he also wanted to ensure that his death had some meaning.
He switched targets, and pressed the trigger.
Diana stared in shock as the man who was getting ready to plunge his shaft into her a while ago fell to the ground, shot in the throat.
She looked up to see Brickburn's hands glowing as he prepared to fling an inferno. She heard a gunshot, and Brickburn's head snapped back for an instant. He recovered with a nasty smile on his face, but there was another gunshot, and the next thing she knew, blood spurted from Brickburn's left eye.
His hands discharged at the same time, ripping off in the direction of the limo.
Andy saw the fireblast coming. He smiled as it tore towards him.
Finally, I shall have peace.
An exhausted Wonder Woman, clad in a white hospital gown after her pummeling at the hands of the supervillains, staggered down the hospital hallway, seeking the ward of Andrew Skye.
She had slowly regained the use of her body as her constitution burned off the drugs. Among the first things she did was to gather up her uniform and clothe herself as best as she could.
The rescue workers and policemen were only willing to approach the site after she had told them that it was safe to do so. After that, she had urged her battered body to carry Mr. Lin, who had bravely played his part and Andy Skye, the chauffeur who had saved her to the hospital.
At the hospital, she had collapsed from the strain of the day, and she had woken up in a hospital bed. A nurse had told her what she needed to know, and now she was trying to keep herself together long enough to find Andy Skye. She wanted, at the very least, to say thank you to the man who had saved her, even if he was in a coma.
Ward 46, Room C, she was told. As she entered the ward, she was struck by the sound of children crying.
Diana looked through the door of the room where Andy Skye was. There was a middle aged black man, a black woman she took to be the man's wife, and three young black children all sobbing beside the bed.
Andy Skye laid on the bed, dozens of tubes protruding from his body. It almost broke her heart to realize that he had essentially sacrificed himself for her. Logically, she knew that almost any decent person would have done the same, but somehow, it was this man who had done so, and in spectacular fashion.
Andy Skye had shot three bulls-eyes at 45 meters, which was considered to be an incredible feat. There was even some rumor that he was a former shooting champion, but Diana was told by the police that there was no such thing.
She steeled herself for the ordeal of talking to his friends and family, and opened the door.
The black man spun around at her entry, and he immediately recognized her. "Wonder Woman!" He said.
She offered a hand to him, "Call me Diana."
"Bob Simon." He shook her hand firmly. "And this is my family. My wife Edna," The black woman smiled tentatively, "They're to see Andy here."
Diana nodded a greeting to the black woman and gave the children a warm smile, which seemed to have stopped their crying for the moment.
"What did the doctor say?" She asked as she beckoned one of the children, a three year old boy who was still crying, towards her.
"He says it's a miracle Andy's not dead yet. They did their best, but it's all up to Andy now." He noticed the boy being somewhat reluctant to be near Diana. "Hey, Ronnie, she's a friend of Andy's, it's alright."
Diana hugged the distraught boy, "Shhh, it's okay now." She whispered softly into Ronnie's ear.
"Miss, is Uncle Andy going to die?" Ronnie asked, his eyes full of tears.
"I don't know, I really don't know." She said.
"Do not worry. It is not time yet for him to die," A harsh voice came in through the door. One of the largest men she had ever seen stood at the door, his 2.5 meters height dwarfing almost everything else in the room.
Bob spoke in a timid voice, "But Jake, he's been hurt bad, real bad."
The big man Bob called Jake managed to squeeze through the door into the small room. He took one, almost disparaging glance at Diana. "He has taken worse. He will be up again in no time."
Jake's tone softened. "Now take the kids and go home. They're tired, and they have school tomorrow. I will stay and watch."
"But…"
"No buts. You got work too, and I do not think Andy will be too happy if he finds out the company collapsed because you spent too much time worrying!"
Bob grimaced. "But what about your own coffee shop?"
This startled Diana. She did not expect this huge man, of all people, to be a mere coffee shop owner. She figured him to be some sort of soldier or policeman.
"I can simply use it as a vacation. No problem. Good night, Bob."
"Thank you for coming, Wonder Woman." Bob took up a suddenly sleepy Ronnie from Diana's arms and left with his family. "Say goodbye to Uncle Jake and Wonder Woman, kids." There was a chorus of voices from the children as they said their goodbyes.
Now Diana found herself with the massive man. She decided to introduce herself. "Hello, I'm…"
"Diana of Themyscira, otherwise known as Wonder Woman. I am Jake Kabrinski." He folded arms as thick as her thighs across his chest. "Mind telling me what happened? All I know is that Andy got beaten up pretty badly."
Slowly, Diana told him her tale. By the time she ended, she yawned, her amazon constitution failing her at last.
Jake nodded. "So he did save the day. You were lucky, Princess, that it was Andy driving that day and nobody else. As it is, you are tired, and you should rest."
"Yes," Diana did not think she could carry on much longer, "but maybe there is something I can do first." She walked over to Andy, and softly kissed him on his head.
"A lady's gift to the man who saved her." She murmured, "Good night, Mr. Kabrinski." She left the room.
Jake Kabrinski watched the shapely amazon leave the room, and allowed himself a smile. He turned to the comatose Andy. "Well, looks like fate had got hold of you again. You can run from your past, but you will not escape your destiny."
If what he had read was true, things were about to get interesting…