I used to hate the concept of heroes. They are supposed to be paragons of virtue, examples for everybody to follow. They are valued, and then sometimes they start to minimize their risks, becoming cowards in the process. The result? More 'heroes' at the back than at the front.
I was never a hero. I did my job as a soldier, sometimes at the front, sometimes in the dark. Few of my successes were ever reported; even my failures were spectacular. For us in the dangerous business of spycraft and assassination, anonymity was the mark of the accomplished.
Then when I finally met her, I started to realize that there might indeed be real heroes, heroes worthy enough to exalt and praise. Despite their fame, their powers, they were willing to put it all on the line, time and time again.
Could I do that?
-Journal, Andy Skye
"Don't do anything funny, missy." The man warned as he led Wonder Woman to a waiting van. "We're watching your every step. One wrong move, and we'll kill your friends."
Diana glanced around, trying to find a way out of her predicament. Soon after she had left the coffee shop, the man had made a call to his boss, where the screams of Helena and Julia in the background, as well as the panicked voices of several other people she knew well, told her all she needed to know.
She hated to go along with this sort of situation, but she had no choice. The man had warned her even to keep her hands clear of her body, in case she had any emergency communicators to warn her colleagues in the JLA. They had evidently planned this out meticulously. It was a moot point anyway, because she did not have it at the moment. If only she could change into her costume…
"Get in the van!" The man said. "And remember to keep your hands clear!"
Diana went into the back of the van. Two thugs were waiting in it with leers on their faces. She squeezed into the cramped compartment.
"Tie her up, boys, like the way we planned it." The man said. The two thugs had steel chains in their hands, and they started to tie her with the metal. They also took every opportunity to grope her body, whistling at the feel of her soft, tanned skin, the firmness of her breasts, and the slimness of her waist. It did not take them long to agree that this was indeed a wonderful specimen of womanhood.
Diana tried to remain calm, but she was beginning to be worried. She had an inkling of what was to come, and there did not seem to be any easy way out. The steel chains were not strong enough to hold her, but it was the threat against Cassie's mother and the others that was holding her hostage.
Diana prayed for Donna and Cassie to finish their shopping. Cassie would know something was wrong when she discovered her mother missing.
"Gag her and blindfold her." The man said. Diana grunted indignantly as a cloth gag was shoved into her mouth, and a piece of black cloth wrapped over her eyes.
"Now, Wonder Bread, you just sit nice and pretty for the next few minutes. Drive, boys!"
Diana could feel the dirty hands of the criminals running all over her body as they traveled, the fingers pinching and prodding at places she had never allowed anyone else to touch. She despaired of getting herself and her loved ones out of this mess, but all she could do was to wait for an opportunity.
After an hour, the van stopped. The thugs did not remove her gag and blindfold, but she felt them carry her out of the van.
Wonder Woman felt the hot blast of the sun touch her skin as she was taken out into the outside, and it left just as quickly. She guessed she had been taken into a building.
She was carried up a flight of stairs, from the way her body was tilted, and then she heard a door open. Then she was deposited unceremoniously on the floor.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" A rough voice laughed out.
As her blindfold was yanked away, Diana was not surprised to see Tony Inzaghi standing before her with a broad smile on his face. His men stood around him and her, all of them armed, with guns pointed at her. There were three cameras in various corners of the room, and there was several screens on a table in one side, where she could make out the features of her friends sitting despondently in a cellar. A computer terminal sat beside the screens, where a young thug was operating it.
"You will not get away with this." Diana said with all the strength and conviction she could muster.
Tony laughed uproariously with all his men as they heard the incredulous and haughty words of the Amazing Amazon.
"We have gotten away with kidnapping your friends, and we will get away with having our way with you!" Tony reached out and grabbed her black hair in his fist, pulling her head up painfully as he jerked her hair down. "Do you know how much you have cost me over the last few weeks? You are going to ensure that I recoup my losses, and who knows, you might even enjoy it before you die." He spat on her face.
Diana gritted her teeth in anger. "You shall pay for this!"
Tony released her hair. "Let's review the situation, shall we?" He gestured to the cameras. "Here your every action is being monitored by some of my men, who as a matter of fact are guarding your friends right now to ensure their safety."
He grinned sardonically. "If they see something they don't like, they are perfectly free to do whatever they want." The meaning was obviously clear to Diana. "On our side, we also have several screens to show us your friends. Just think of them as my insurance to ensure that nothing bad happens to them."
"Now, about how you're going to make me a lot of money…"
Tony laughed with glee as he spelt out his plan. The cameras didn't just feed into the group guarding the hostages. They also fed into a circuit that led to a server for international access for criminals everywhere. Wonder Woman was about to be humiliated live for the whole criminal world, and he was willing to take the chance of a hero discovering about the matter. He had already lost almost everything, so what else could he lose?
From the computer terminal, Tony could see that many organizations were already watching. Now, he would have to prove that it was indeed Wonder Woman on the camera, and not just any slut lookalike in her costume.
"You are going to perform for us, bitch. Stand up."
Wonder Woman stood up, her eyes incandescent with fury. Oh well, if nothing else, he would enjoy putting out that bitch's fire.
"I want you to change into your costume. You know, the red, blue and gold bathing suit? Don't try anything stupid. Remember my boys are watching."
She nodded. "I will need space to change," she said, looking at the men standing close to her.
"Give her some room, boys. Don't be too anxious. We got all the time we want." Tony barked. The men moved obediently.
Wonder Woman began to twirl in place, lifting her arms out to her sides. There was a bright flash, which forced Tony and his men to shield their eyes for a moment.
As they lowered their arms, they saw the Princess of Power in all her glory. The light in the room glinted off her golden tiara with a red star set in its middle. Her high-set, bulging breasts were cupped by the golden double-W on her red bustier, the curve of the W following the contours of her breasts ever so tightly, drawing the attention of all men towards it. Her satin star-spangled blue tights hugged her hips and narrowed down between her thighs, wrapping her shapely and firm buttocks. A golden girdle encircled her slender waist, where her golden lasso, a gift from the gods themselves, hung on her right hip, glowing with power. A pair of high red boots with a single white stripe covered her long, sinewy, tanned legs from the knees downwards, her rippling calves pulsing with power capable of hurling her flawless body into the sky. Finally, silver bracelets covered her forearms, her setting off the tone and shape of her arm muscles.
Tony swallowed back his saliva before he started drooling in front of his men. Some of them did not even bother to hide the fact that they were salivating at the sight of pure beauty in front of them.
If they could destroy that very vision of beauty, it would be even better. The anticipation set their pulses racing, their heartbeats increasing in intensity. Wonder Woman had super hearing too, and the look of fear on her face meant that she was aware of the change.
"All right, Wonder Cunt! The cameras are rolling and time's a wasting! I want you to stand in your power pose. The one where you jut your tits out, and put your hands on your hips."
That was simple enough, and Tony did not think she would balk at that. Indeed, Wonder Woman did not hesitate in adopting her famous heroic pose, her face a grim mask of intimidation.
Nobody was impressed with her silent bravado, though everybody was impressed again at how large and nicely proportioned her breasts are, as they were literally shoved in their faces.
"Lee, shoot at her with your pistol," Tony ordered. And to Diana, he said, "You are allowed to defend yourself. But don't deflect the bullets towards me or my men, or your friends will pay."
Diana nodded her agreement as Lee took out his gun. The short man aimed carefully, and squeezed off four rounds in rapid succession. Her hands moving in a blur, Diana blocked the bullets, her superhuman reflexes coming into play. Lee continued to fire, but she did not have any difficulty in blocking his shots. She smiled slightly as Lee lowered his weapon.
Tony stepped in front of the camera. That was just a preview. Let her enjoy that small victory. That would also be her very last.
"Good afternoon, my esteemed colleagues in the world of crime! We have a _wonderful_guest here with us today, as all of you have no doubt witnessed. No other superheroine in the world would be capable of those feats we had just seen! The most powerful, the most beautiful of them all! And we get to break her once and for all time!"
He gestured grandly with his arms, throwing them out to his sides as though trying to encompass the room. "Welcome, to the Wonder Whore Show!"
He looked at his men for a moment before turning back to the camera. "And now, as a warm-up, we shall see Wonder Woman defeated at the hands of normal thugs!"
Diana was surprised when a gang of thugs moved in to attack her, arranged beforehand on Tony's instructions. They wielded heavy iron bars, made of the toughest iron available. Tony knew she must have wanted to defend herself from the way she raised her fists, so he said, "Retaliate, and your friends will die!" He took a walkie-talkie and spoke into it, "Cell three, prepare!"
He saw the horror on her face as she watched the screen. Several guards entered the cell of one of her friends from the Wonder Woman Foundation with their guns ready to shoot. They shoved the aid worker to the ground, and then pressed a gun to her head. Her colleague Shauna sobbed with fear, screaming for Diana to save her.
"Wanna fight now? They know where you are, what you are doing. Are you going to disappoint them?" He taunted. Wonder Woman looked away in defeat. "Carry on." Tony looked on with glee as the men started on their task.
A brawny thug was the first to strike, his bar snapping at her head. The bar slammed against her temple, while another thug used his weapon to ram against her stomach. Wonder Woman gasped as all the air was driven out of her lungs. She was highly impervious to punching and crushing damage, Tony knew, yet he also wanted some indication of where her limits were.
The Princess of Themyscira tried to maintain her composure, but it was a futile effort as the men went at her steadily with their weapons. Her body was engulfed by the horde of thugs, pounding furiously away. They knocked her from side to side, working over the Champion of Justice, unable to retaliate. The room was filled with the sound of iron striking flesh, the thudding sounds the only thing that could be heard in the room.
Soon, small bruises could be seen on her flawless body, while a trickle of blood spilt from her lips. She laid on the floor, her magnificent chest heaving for air, her eyes closed in pain. Her hands clutched her midsection, where more than one enthusiastic thug had driven a pile-driver with an iron bar into it. Diana groaned softly.
"Stop!" Tony shouted out as soon as he saw the bruises. He did not want the merchandise to be damaged. "Good job, men!" He turned to the camera man. "Did you catch all that?" The man nodded as he moved in for a closer shot of the Amazing Amazon, lying supine on the floor.
Tony stepped in front of the camera, with the gasping Diana at his feet. "We invite all of you criminal overlords to participate in her destruction. Simply go to our specialized website and enter your bid and the mode of humiliation. We shall take three winning bids. No permanent disfigurement or execution, almost anything else is okay. Only one caveat, the popping of her cherry shall be only be done by me, just before we waste her. So quickly enter your bids now!"
Wonder Woman shook her head, trying to clear it of the blows that had assailed her when the thugs had attacked.
"Stand up," Tony said coldly. "Stand up, bitch!"
Diana tried to control her pain, and stood up unsteadily on her feet. She had no idea what was to happen next, but she knew it was not going to be to her liking.
"Ah!" Tony exclaimed as he was passed a sheet of paper. "Looks like we have a winner! Pretty fast, but then again, I certainly won't turn down fifteen million dollars for a simple request from the Boston crime syndicate."
He looked at her. "Your task is to give blowjobs until my men decide that you are good enough. I hope you have some experience at this, because for every blowjob beyond three you give, I will shoot one of your friends dead. Also, you have to lick up every drop of cum that spills on the floor, and on their cocks too. So it's in your own best interest to do it well!"
Diana was horrified. The crime overlord had utterly no regard for the sanctity of life, and he was exploiting her to the fullest.
She had never willingly given a blowjob before, and the only blowjob she had ever done was that incident two months ago when Brickburn had savaged her. She did not have a choice then. And she did not have a choice now.
The Princess nodded her understanding. If that was what it took to ensure the lives of her friends, she knew she would have no choice but to obey. At least they had not asked her to take off her clothes yet, though that was not an issue with her. After all, the Greeks had different notions about nudity than modern civilization. But it would only be a precursor to something worse.
Almost immediately, a large thug stepped in front of her. "The boss got me to be your first. I ain't gonna do anything, so you will have to do it all. Pull out my cock, and be gentle, or else…"
Wonder Woman looked at him with anger in her eyes as her hands came up and unzipped his pants. She reached into the groin area, and slowly pulled out the man's penis. The man hummed in pleasure as her soft, silky skin made contact with his dick.
"Now suck it and get me off!" He demanded.
She stared at the cock in horrid fascination. It was a large specimen, she knew, ten inches of manhood once fully extended. She began to feel some fear at putting the flabby appendage into her mouth. The Amazon Princess hesitated slightly.
The man clubbed her hard across the face with a metal bar. "Hurry up, bitch!" The blow was not really painful, but Diana felt it nonetheless.
She started to swallow the penis into her mouth, her full red lips tentatively enclosing around the piece of man-meat. Due to her inexperience in such matters, she did not suck tightly. Indeed, she did not know what to do at all!
The man snarled impatiently, and decided to take matters into his own hands. He grabbed her hair roughly, and slammed his cock all the way into her mouth.
"Here's how you should do it, bitch!" He yelled as he started to move his hips back and forth, while holding her head in place. "Here's a free lesson on how to give a blowjob, slut!" The anguish on Wonder Woman's face was plainly caught on camera as her mouth slid along the man's penis.
It was an incredible sight, as the most desired woman in the entire world, dressed in her famous costume, known for her virtue and strength, was reduced to giving a common criminal a blowjob.
"Suck on it." Tony suggested. "That will improve your performance. You wouldn't want to take too many lessons for this crash course, eh?" His tone was casual, but it further emphasized how serious her situation was, if the criminals were so sure and relaxed of their power over her.
A tormented Diana took heed of his words, and she compliantly began to suck harder. The man fucking her in the mouth had a grin of extreme pleasure on his face as she got to grips with the demeaning task.
They went on for another minute, before the man pulled completely out of Wonder Woman's mouth and fired his cum on her face, surprising the Amazon Princess. She had half expected him to force her to swallow his vile seed all down.
The first ejaculation of sticky fluid hit her on her nose, some of it dripping down the tip. The second spurt splattered against her lower jaw, and went on down into her deep cleavage. The third and final large spew went straight onto her golden tiara, the station of her rank as Princess of Themyscira and Ambassador to Man's World.
Diana felt an intense shame at having her tiara despoiled by such despicable acts. She was supposed to be an example of strength and hope to the rest of humanity, role model for countless women around the world, yet here she was, unable to help herself, the symbols of her rank and station mere tools for the criminals to abuse and humiliate her.
"Lick up the rest, cunt!" Tony shouted, as he noticed several drops of cum on the floor. Wonder Woman glared at him, then leaned down to the floor. She carefully moved her tongue down and licked up a drop. She cringed in shame, especially when she noticed the camera getting every angle of her action.
"Next!" Tony shouted gleefully just as she finished licking up the last few drops on the floor. Another heavy set thug stepped up. Wonder Woman recoiled in horror as she realized she would not be having a single respite from her humiliation.
After five minutes, he remarked after the fact that she was getting better, but still not good enough to pass muster. Tony told a terrified Diana that if she did not pass muster the next time, one of her friends would die.
So it was an anxious Amazon Princess who sucked and caressed for all she was worth on the third man to have a blowjob. The camera caught every nuance of her skill, as she applied everything she had learnt from the previous two 'lessons'.
Diana's eyes brimmed with tears as she heard Tony and his men laugh softly at her, making sure to point out that she was becoming an accomplished cock sucker, and a real whore. The blow to her reputation, and indeed her mission, would be tremendous. For a bare moment, the superheroine almost gave into her fear and despair, before the last vestiges of her Amazon will and courage spurred her on to find a way out of this mess.
Except that there were none to be found.
Tony had the camera in front of him. "Next up, I already have a winning bid for thirty million from some gal who refuses to give us her name, and it's very creative! Instead of humiliating her physically, we're going to break her down mentally!"
He turned to her. "Give me your lasso." Diana slowly unhooked her weapon, a gift from the gods themselves, and handed it to Tony.
Hr looped it around her. "I heard this piece of rope forces people to tell the truth, ain't it?"
Wonder Woman nodded. "Yes and no. What the lasso of truth does is to channel my powers of truth into forcing people to tell the truth." She had an inking of what they were about to do, and she felt that this at least, was one battle she can win. She would not break this time.
"So does it still work on you if you were tied up in it?"
"Yes."
"Ain't it grand? But how to prove it?" Tony pondered.
Lee said, "Hey, I know, get her to tell us her bank account number, and we'll transfer everything in it to Kobra's donation site. I mean, what better way to prove that she's on the level, than to use all her money to fund a terrorist fucktard? Think of it as a small sum of appreciation for them giving us some of their nice toys in the past."
"Good idea, Lee." Tony smiled. He asked the bound Princess, "So, Wonder Bread, what's your bank account number? Which bank do you use? What's the access number online?"
Try as she might to refuse telling him, the power of the lasso, of her own truth power, was too strong. She told him everything he needed to know. Wonder Woman sobbed inwardly as she realized that her money and funds, which were earmarked for many important charities, was about to be put to despicable uses. But she refused to show it openly, settling for an angry stare at Tony. But from the evil leer on Tony's face, he knew exactly what she was going through.
Minutes later, one of his men confirmed the transaction. "It's all correct boss!"
Tony smiled. "Good. Now's let's get on with the show. The mystery gal will give me a set of questions, through this nice little headset here," he tapped the headset on his head, "and you are to answer them as truthfully as you can, which of course, will be greatly aided by that spiffy little rope. For every admission of a negative thought or action, we shall remove a piece of your clothing."
Diana began to feel afraid again at his last statement. They were going to strip her, literally, of all her dignity and purpose at the same time.
He pressed a hand against the headset so as to listen more clearly. "So here's the first one. Did you, when you first came to our world, stay with the Kapetalis family?"
"Yes." Diana had a dreadful idea of where this interrogation was heading. But the more important question was, who was the mystery woman if she seemed to know so much about her? Circe was still undergoing rehabilitation at Paradise Island.
Tony said, "So, you made the friendship of a young girl Vanessa, didn't you?"
"Yes." Diana felt a chill run through her.
"She was like a younger sister to you. What happened to her?"
Diana's voice was tinged with sorrow. "She became the Silver Swan."
"And she ended up hurting and killing a lot of people, right?" Tony was obviously relaying everything word for word. "So why didn't you stop her, why didn't you seek her out? Instead you wasted your time on dates and other inconsequential matters. Why, she didn't matter to you anymore?"
"No, that's not true! Nessie still matters a great deal to me!" The Champion of the Amazons had not expected to be put on the defensive this quickly.
"Then why haven't you found her? How can you live with the guilt of her transformation? I believe her mother, who is being held hostage even now, slapped you for not protecting her."
"I cannot be everywhere at once." Wonder Woman whispered, her voice small. "I try my best."
"Oh, in other words, you needed the time for yourself, and not your beloved Nessie, eh? In other words, you are being selfish."
"Yes." Diana admitted. She asked herself these questions everyday, yet to be queried by common criminals and humiliated was another matter. The mind asking those questions was very sharp, picking up on points that she had not thought to ask herself. As a result, she was losing the fight for her dignity.
"That's simple enough, isn't it? No need to answer this question." Tony drawled as he placed both hands on her red bustier with the golden double W. He took the opportunity to knead her large, firm breasts, squeezing hard with his fingers. Diana ignored the sensation, but the thought of this vile man defiling her virgin, untainted body was almost too much to bear.
Tony's fingers slipped over the top of her bustier, and he pulled down savagely, drawing out a gasp from the Amazon Princess as she felt the cold air rush over her exposed upper body. Her breasts bounced a bit from the sudden action.
As her torn costume was peeled away by Tony, the assembled thugs all sighed in admiration at her flawless upper body, naked and uncovered.
Her round, full breasts, the envy of women and men all over the world, the finely muscled physique of her torso, the tapering slimness of her waist, all these sights served to inflame the men around her. Her nipples stood out plainly, an unconscious indication of her fear at being used by these criminals.
"No!" Diana cried out as Tony threw away the scraps of her bustier, scattering the scraps of special alloy armor across the floor. She wrapped her arms around her chest, trying bashfully to hide her body from the lustful gazes of the evil men. "Stop this! Please!" She begged piteously. All traces of her former pride had fled away, leaving behind a terrified girl. Yes, she was still possessed of tremendous powers, but they were utterly useless to her right now.
"Oh no, Wonder Slut, and that's just the beginning. Next one. What's your mission in our world?"
"To bring about peace and equality to womanhood."
"Yeah, so has that been accomplished to any degree? Speak objectively, taking into account the world situation before and after you arrived."
She was forced to tell the truth, as unpalatable as it seemed. "No."
"So in the light of that fact, are you a failure?"
Diana tried to force out a no, but the power of the lasso was too strong. The way they had phrased the questions had left her with no chance of victory.
"Yes." She spoke softly.
Tony grinned, and he stepped in close, his nose almost touching the frightened Amazon at her neck. She was quite a bit taller than he was, but he had the upper hand. He laid his right hand on her buttocks, while his left gripped her pussy.
"Ahhhh!" She screamed as his fingers suddenly formed a claw and stabbed into her clitoris, past her blue tights, causing her eyes to water with pain. His right hand
tore away the portion of her tights covering her rounded asscheeks.
Moments later, her blue star spangled briefs were completely ripped away, leaving the thugs to stare at the small patch of fine black hair between her legs, the tanned, smooth thighs, and her shapely butt. Again, the features of her lower body were as perfect as her upper ones. She crossed her legs, trying to hide her pussy from the lecherous gazes.
"Next question. You are supposed to strive for equality, to fight for the poor, the disenfranchised," Tony struggled a bit with the word, "yet why are you staying at a mansion? Shouldn't the money be going to charities and the sort, to help more people?"
"Yes! I stayed at the mansion because I wanted to enjoy myself, live in luxury. I am a Princess!" She sobbed out the answer. She was totally humiliated now, her mission and purpose, given to her by the gods, questioned and examined in detail. She just want them to get it over with as quickly as possible. "As an ambassador, I need staff and a place where people can meet me!"
"I dunno, but it seems to me an office and a modest flat could do the same. Isn't that right?"
Diana shook her head, but she answered, "Yes."
"So, is that a selfish act?"
"Yes!"
"Good. You're getting cooperative. I like that." Tony then crouched down, and tapped her right boot. "Raise your leg, please."
Diana did as he said, and soon her boot was off.
"For a time, wasn't there another Wonder Woman? I think it was your mother, wasn't it?"
The pain and grief Diana felt on her mother's death instantly rushed back into her, squeezing her soul in its painful grip. She choked back her tears. They were going all out to discredit her.
"Yes, my mother served as in my place for a time."
"I heard there were hard words between you and your mother just before she died, right? Why was that?"
"I… was angry. I was angry that she had given up her role as a Queen and forsaken her duties to the Amazons. I was jealous because she was diluting my role, my duties in Man's World. I was jealous that there was another Wonder Woman."
"And for that, your left boot and one of your bracelets come off. Why don't you take them off yourself? Right boys?" He asked his thugs. Their cheer came as no surprise.
Tony suddenly stopped laughing as he remembered a piece of rumor. "But wait a minute. Wonder Slut, will you go mad if the bracelets come off?"
"No."
Tony sighed in relief. "Then carry on." Her other boot, and one bracelet were soon heaped in a pile along with her shredded costume.
"Looks like we don't have far to go, eh?" Tony eyed her critically. All she had now was one bracelet and her tiara, the symbol of her station as Royal Princess of the Amazons.
"Yes," She agreed, defeat plain in her voice.
"Alright, so here's the penultimate one. There was an article recently, when you were being interviewed by a reporter by the name of Lois Lane. You were cradling dying babies and talking about spirituality in Africa, right?"
"Yes."
"And then after that you went back to your luxury?"
"Yes, but didn't we cover this already?" Diana cried plaintively.
"The point we're making is different this time. So you cradled dying babies and sang them songs. Did you ever think about actually getting a way to bring them food, so they won't die in the first place?"
"Yes."
"But did you do it? Did you," he accused stridently, "think about giving up your oh so comfortable lifestyle and actually give the money to save the lives of these poor babies?"
"No…" Diana began to sob quietly. Her tears flowed down her cheeks, lending her a defeated look.
"So in other words, you just preach like all those televangelists, but don't lead by example?"
"Yes." She tried to look away, but Tony motioned a thug forward and the lackey forced her head to face the camera and Tony.
"Your other bracelet now, Wonder Slut." Tony paused. "And maybe you ain't so wonderful after all. You're just a whore with big tits." He commented.
Diana handed her bracelet to Tony, who promptly tossed it to the heap. Her soul was being battered down by the questioning. The confidence and strength she normally exuded had disappeared. She was now only a naked woman, her spirit shattered and broken under the rigorous examination.
"And now the very last few questions." Tony stopped as he listened closely to the instructions streaming into his ear. "What is the Amazon way? The ideals you espouse?"
"We strive to bring peace and understanding to Man's World. We feel that everybody can achieve their full potential if given the chance to do so."
"Peace and understanding, eh? So where's the peace and understanding of your oh so high and mighty ideals when your precious Amazons had that nasty little civil war?"
"There was none…" Wonder Woman whispered.
"So your proud amazon culture, which announces itself to be better than the violent ways of Man's World, is in fact no better, right?"
"Yes."
"So by what fucking right do you have to barge into our world and get us to follow your freaking ways? You're no better than we are! Even worse, you're just a bunch of fucking whores!"
"Yes, we have no right! Is that what you want to hear? We are not your betters!" Diana shrieked in agony. To be humiliated personally was one thing, but to have her beloved sisters insulted and demeaned was another.
"And you isolated yourselves from the world for so long. Why? No need to answer, the lady knows all the answers, and you do too. Because your society ain't strong enough. Because you're all weak! Because you're all a bunch of cowards who can't deal with change! You stuck yourselves on an island like an ostrich with its head in the sand, all the while hoping that nobody will find you, and when they did, they had to save your bacon from Doom's Doorway!"
Diana could only hold her head in her hands as she cried piteously at having her world, the world in which she had grown up in, the world which had taught her the values and ideals that she cherished, stripped away by harsh unforgiving logic. The insinuations were all true, and that meant she was an outdated and useless anachronism trying to change the world with a whole host of contradictions.
Tony smiled maliciously. "And royalty's outdated, bitch. Democracy and capitalism are the in-thing now. So off with that tiara, and your earrings!"
Tears streaked down her face even as she took off her tiara, and her earrings. Tony snatched them from her hand, and Diana went back to sobbing, her hair falling forward to obscure her breasts, one hand trying to hold back her tears, the other shielding her exposed cunt.
The thugs roared with approval at the sight of the world's most powerful superheroine, reduced to the naked and terrified girl now standing in front of them.
"And now for the coup de grace. A bid of fifty million, to pop Wonder Bitch's cherry! Not that we won't do it though," Tony chuckled, "but what's special is what we'll do once her cherry is popped. The guy who won the bid wants a stick, a very big stick," a thug brandished a baseball bat, "stuck into her asshole."
They laughed as Diana was overcome with fright. Her blue eyes were large with fear, as she pleaded, "No, please don't do this! I've done everything else you asked me to! Spare me, please!"
Tony kicked her aside as she actually went down on her knees in front of him. He unzipped his trousers, and took out his engorged member. He gripped one end of the lasso, which was still looped around her.
"Time for you to know what a real man is like." He said as he started to lower himself into her. "Resist, and your friends will die."
Athena! Great Hera! Help me! Diana's mind screamed for her patron goddesses to deliver her as she felt the penis begin to slide into her.
Suddenly, the door to the room creaked open, and two objects rolled in on the floor. Everybody turned to look at the items.
All the people in the room had barely a second to register the two grenades in their minds before they exploded.
Actually, only one of them exploded, and it wasn't even an anti-personnel grenade.
It was a flashbang.
Andy Skye stormed into action with his two pistols the moment the flashbang went off, picking out targets through the visor of his gas mask, which protected him from the tear gas now issuing from the other grenade.
It took him only 2 seconds to disable five thugs with quick shots just off their temples. The passage of a bullet round so close to the brain often induced unconsciousness for the unprepared.
The gradually thickening smoke also prevented the thugs still on their feet from discerning what exactly was going on, while Andy's finely honed combat senses had already pinpointed all his opponents when he entered the room. Besides, they were all too busy choking on the tear gas.
Andy slugged three thugs in their heads, and shot two more, again just knocking them out instead of killing them.
That left only a staggering Tony Inzaghi and his right hand man Lee to shout for help, which would not be forthcoming, and only allowed Andy to ascertain their locations.
Lee went down with a pistol butt to his cranium. Andy's eyes narrowed under his mask as he realized Tony was standing over a choking Wonder Woman, who was naked under him. Their positions left no doubt in Andy's mind as to what was about to happen.
It was almost too easy for him to shoot Tony in the head right there, but he managed to control himself at the last moment and grazed the man on his right temple. Tony collapsed like all the rest unto the floor.
Andy swiped up the tear gas grenade with a gloved hand, and left the room.
He was out of the house in half a minute, leaving behind only the unconscious forms of the thugs, and a groggy Amazon recovering from the sensory overload caused by the flashbang.
Diana shook her head, trying to sort out her thoughts after the sudden explosion of light and sound. The first thing that greeted her teary eyes was the thugs scattered all over the room like tenpins.
The second thing was the excited voices of Helena and Julia coming from the walkie talkie that Tony had hooked onto his belt. Diana was able to make out the words "free and safe".
Shaking off her discomfort, her amazon constitution aiding her greatly, Wonder Woman loosed her lasso from her body, and picked up the walkie talkie.
She pressed the send button. "Helena, Julia, is that you?"
"Diana! Thank god you're alright!"
"Where are you now? Are you in any danger?"
"No, we're all safe." Diana sagged with relief.
"Let's call the police," Wonder Woman said as she reached for a handphone.
Two hours later, Diana sat with Helena, Julia, Donna, and Cassie in her apartment, all of them sipping carefully at their drinks.
Tony Inzaghi and his goons found themselves tied up and under guard by Diana, who had managed to find some spare rope. Likewise, those holding her friends hostage were also tied up, and the whole lot was gratefully taken in by the police.
Julia was saying, "One moment I was sitting in my cell, the next this guy in black opens the cell door and throws a gun at me. He told me to get the others out, and then just… disappears."
Diana sighed. They had been trying to piece together what they knew of the man in black who had freed her friends, and presumably the one who had saved her from a fate worse than death.
He had somehow managed to knock out the guards with her friends, and then proceeded to program in a repeating loop into the feed which showed the prisoners in their cells, so that Tony and the other criminals would not suspect what was going on.
He then freed Julia, and went on to take out Tony and the rest of his men. And even more astonishingly, he had done it without killing anybody.
The man had disappeared into the forest which surrounded Tony's mansion, and it was unlikely he would be found, and a moot point anyway. The police were already charging Tony and his gang with a multitude of charges, and it was virtually certain that justice would be done this time.
But who saved me? Diana asked herself. The man was an excellent shot, so good that he was able to place his shots just so to render unconscious instead of killing outright.
Excellent shot? Diana sat up. Could it be Skye?
The phone rang, and Diana picked it up as she was the closest.
"Hello, Diana here."
"Uh, this is Andy Skye."
"Yes?"
"I was thinking… I mean, I accept your offer of dinner. Wednesday at seven?"
Diana smiled. "That's fine. How about you fetch me at my place?"
"Uhm, okay. See you then." He hung up. Diana looked up from the phone into four interested faces.
"Who was that?" Cassie asked curiously, a small grin on her face.
Later that night, Diana thought about Andy Skye. He was a good shot, to be sure, but good enough to do what the man in black did?
In any case, she wanted to know Andy better, and perhaps she could try to bait him into revealing his past. She was more than a bit certain that he had saved her again, but she also wanted to know why he insisted on keeping such a low profile.
I will find out who you are, stranger, she promised herself.