WONDER WOMAN: Laid By The Dead by JR
Based upon the story by John Byrne featured in WW#109 thru #112. Told now without any damn censoring.
DISCLAIMER: The following story is an adult-themed parody of the DC Comics's Wonder Woman comic book. Wonder Woman and all related characters are property of DC Comics, a Time Warner company, and no copyright infringement is intended. The author received no payment for this story and no money is to be earned by its distribution. I have no dough to get sued off anyway.
WARNING: The following story contains adult themes and explicit descriptions of extreme sexual events. NO MINOR SHOULD READ THIS. Hell, most so-called adults shouldn't either. If you are below your country's age of legal majority, kindly bugger off. Go find some Pokemon instead. No animals or household objects were hurt or damaged during the writing of this story, except for a monkey that may have been spanked.
Superman entered the Earth's atmosphere at speeds unreachable by any Earth-built shuttle, instantly discarding the oxygen reserve apparatus he had used in his mission to the Solar System's outer planets. His cape soon was burned to ash by the friction of re-entry, and even his Kryptonian physique registered the discomfort of the heat. Still, Superman hardly noticed it, his attention focused on seeking out Gateway City in the United States below him, his vision straining to find he person he sought.
In a borrowed alien spaceship, several other members of the Justice League followed him, but the Man of Steel had no intention of waiting for them.
Diana needed him.
Superman's reaction when Oracle's message had finally reached them had been typically unselfish. That he may have to face again the creature who had almost killed him had given him no pause. His only worry was that Wonder Woman had to face the monster alone.
Much as he loved his wife Lois, Superman had never quite gotten over his conflicted feelings for the lovely Amazon Princess, and the idea that she could be hurt by that terrible creature horrified him. No matter what happened to him, he would never let Diana be harmed, he had instantly decided.
Cutting through the layers of the atmosphere, re-entry fire surrounding him like a meteor, he found the city in the landscape below, and his eyes narrowed with concern as his powerful sight noticed the terrible destruction in the city's central area. That seemed Doomsday's work, indeed.
Finally, to his utmost surprise, Superman found Wonder Woman. He almost lost control of his flight as his faced turned red with more than just re-entry friction. Overcoming his embarrassment, Superman focused again his telescopic vision, confirming that the spectacularly nude figure was indeed her. Only a man of Clark Kent's firm principles could control the always present temptation to use his vision powers for voyeuristic purposes, yet even he could not help but stare dumbstruck for an instant at the Amazon Princess's glorious figure, before self-consciously looking away.
It was logical that in battle with a foe of Doomsday's caliber, Wonder Woman may have her clothes torn and tattered. His own clothes often were too, even with the protective aura of his invulnerability. But it was still shocking to see Diana once again completely nude in a battlefield. Not that she seemed to mind it much, most of the time, to his chagrin. He had more than once tried to suggest to her that she use a more modest costume, or at least one less easily damaged. Yet he had never found the courage to complete the discussion, as she always made him feel foolish and petty in his concerns with just one single dazzling smile.
Embarrassed, Superman swept the surroundings with X-ray and telescopic vision, seeking Doomsday, to soon realize that he was not in the vicinities. Surrounding areas also showed no evidence of the monster's passage. Where had the monster gone?
Suddenly, Oracle's voice was in his mind, courtesy of the Martian Manhunter's mindlink.
"You can stand down, Superman. The menace is now over. The Doomsday attacking Gateway City was apparently an artificial copy, and Wonder Woman managed to destroy it." Superman could not avoid feeling the faint telepathic hint of a smile as Oracle continued. "Batman said he knew all along that Diana could do it. Women are much more dangerous than what you all believe, he said."
"Thanks," said Superman out loud, surprised. What his sight showed him indicated that the fight in Gateway City had not been any less destructive than his own battle in Metropolis with the real Doomsday. He had a lot of respect for Diana's power, but this was still astounding. Just how strong Diana really was?
"Prepare for rendezvous with the rest of the league to coordinate relief actions in the city," added Oracle. "We will need to help with the wreckage and aid rescue teams."
We need to give Diana a chance to get decent, too, Superman added to himself, still embarrassed. They certainly didn't need to have Wally and Kyle drooling like the last time.
"Alright, I will meet the others in Gateway City within -uh- fifteen minutes," he said, his X-ray vision scanning the damaged areas of the city, looking for trapped victims, consciously avoiding the spot where Diana stood, while still marveling at the level of power implied in the battle scene.
It seems to have been quite a match, he thought, awed.
Cassie walked up dazed to where Wonder Woman stood. The young girl felt like her whole body had become one giant bruise, and her jaw seemed to have decided to stop working without prior notice. The magnificent shape of Wonder Woman facing her seemed however almost radiant in her beauty, despite the bloodied lips, scratched skin, and abundant bruises covering her dirty, sweaty nude body. Jeez. She is so awesome, Cassie thought.
Watching the young girl limping towards her, Princess Diana smiled, proud of the teenager's courage. Cassie had done a very stupid thing, coming to the battle, yet it had been as brave a display, as it had been foolish. I may still make an Amazon out of her, Diana thought.
The Amazon's body still trembled with the strange mixture of weariness and excitement resulting from her sexual confrontation with the false Doomsday. Her legs felt rubbery and unreliable, her arms seemed like dead weight, and her sex burned with indescribable soreness. She had almost fainted instantly as she had removed the power-enhancing Bracelet of Atlas from her wrist, the utter exhaustion and all-pervasive pain catching up with her in one single breath. However, despite her being able to stand solely through sheer willpower, she felt almost exhilarated by her victory. She had been tested win more than one level, and she felt like she had passed to her satisfaction.
"Is it...?" Cassie asked, speaking with some difficulty.
"Yes, it is," nodded Diana, sighing with both relief and exhaustion.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"If you feel you can, fly to the house and bring me some clothes. We do not want to offend anyone, do we?" Diana said, smiling.
"I knew that guy!" said Cassie as police detective Mike Schorr briefed them on the details of how the virtual clone generator had enabled the creation of Wonder Woman's metahuman opponents. "Kris Lazarus was in my computer classes at high school. He even tried to ask me out, once. God, I knew he was creepy!"
"But he was then just a computer simulation, too? Just like the bodies he animated?" asked Diana, frowning.
"Yes. It was just a recording of his personality saved by the system, going along with his desire to play against you as if in some stupid fighting game," confirmed Mike, still feeling that he was smiling like an idiot, as he had done ever since finding out that Diana was unharmed.
"But how do we know another version will not turn up again?" asked Cassie.
"The system was completely destroyed this time, it seems", said Mike. "Once the virtual clone ran out of juice, the last on-board copy of the poor kid's thoughts was gone. Of course he was really dead already. In a way, Diana was fighting a computer all the time."
"Really?" asked Diana, deep in thought. What determines what is really alive or not? she pondered, recalling her encounters with the virtual clones, and how each had affected her. She shook her head. Tired as she still was, she needed to join the other Leaguers for aid actions around the city.
"Just a kid," she sighed.
Sending the requested data to Batman with one final keystroke, Barbara Gordon relaxed in her wheelchair, rotating her head slowly to alleviate some of the tension on her neck. It had been quite a busy day, but the job Batman had needed was now completed, and the JLA was already finishing the mayor clean-up works in Gateway City. Oracle could finally take a break.
She had already contacted Diana privately and told her as clearly as she could, without directly addressing the issue, that what had happened in the match with the false Doomsday had not been observed by any news or government agencies, ensuring the privacy of her actions. Diana had obviously gotten the point, but althought she had been thankful, she seemed nowhere as relieved as Barbara would have been in her place.
We should have a girl to girl talk one of these days, Barbara thought. She considered herself a liberal person, but Diana probably could surprise even her. Perhaps not all those internet images are fakes, she thought, raising her eyebrows at the idea. I wonder if she would want to see the recording.
Oracle shrugged. Perhaps she shouldn't have saved the video feed. But she could always delete it.
Later, though, she thought, opening the video file. Watching it once again does not make me a voyeur, does it?
THE END
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