Wonder Woman vs the Shadow Warrior

What is it about Wonder Woman that fascinates us so? Is it her strength? Her independence? Her mission? Her bust size? Hmmm we may be on to something there.

When Wonder Woman first appeared in the comics, she was ahead of her time. Nobody had heard of Women=BCs Lib, and a woman=BCs place was definitely in the home. She defied all of that, and in so doing she became the feminine fantasy that we all know and lust after. A woman of indisputable beauty who can only know love if it is forced on her. Her weakness, the thing that robs her of her powers, is to be put in bondage. Tell me, was this lady created for male fantasies, or what?

In this story, I have mixed the typical bad-to-worse story line that these fantasies follow with the classic comic genre. I have to warn you, she does get away in the end. If she didn=BCt, we wouldn=BCt be able to tell more stories about her, would we?

Disclaimer: This story contains material of a sexual nature, and depicts graphic nudity, sex, and adult situations. If you are below the legal age to view such materials, please stop now. If you object to either sexual situations, or the depiction of cultural icons like Wonder Woman in such situations, stop reading now. If you choose to disregard this warning, you are about average.

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Wonder Woman vs the Shadow Warrior Chapter 1

Wonder Woman looked around the room, feeling like an intruder in a 1950s movie. She stood in a bank lobby, watching the customers and tellers going about their business. What was strange was that the entire scene was rendered in black and white.

She suppressed the urge to act when the three masked men entered.
She was an observer, this time. The men moved quickly, with the smooth coordination that comes from practice. The first one hurled a throwing star into the guard's shoulder. The guard slumped to the floor, paralyzed by the drugged weapon.

The other two men swarmed the teller's windows, leaping easily over the counter. They were dressed as ninja, and wielded short, curving swords. Ninjedo, they were called.

Wonder Woman pressed a button on the remote in her hand, and the scene froze. Walking over to the ninja in the public area, she tried to see some details of his face. She thought she could see a small bulge under his left ear, but it was hard to tell through the folded black cloth that wrapped across his lower face. She examined the sword in his hand, noting the engraved dragon on the blade. The pommel stone looked like it might be tiger-eye, but without color she couldn't be sure. Stepping away, she set the scene in motion again.

Suddenly, she saw herself enter the room, also in black and white.
The second Wonder Woman paused for a moment, surveying the room.
The ninja were already moving, headed for separate exits. The second amazon moved like a blur to intercept the leader, but he surprised her by springing sideways, using a chair and desk like stairs, and leaping completely over her head. He crashed through the glass just above the door, executed a perfect tumbler's roll, and was moving away.

Wonder Woman moved to the window to watch herself leap after the man in black, but she could see nothing. Both the ninja and the second Wonder Woman faded from view a few feet past the door. She didn't need to see, though. She had been here. She had thrown her magic lasso at the man, but he had struck it aside with a sweep of his sword blade. The lasso had caught on the bumper of a passing bus, and she had been yanked off her feet and dragged down the block.

Wonder Woman was stronger than the bus, but it had been a simple matter of physics: Energy equals mass times acceleration. The bus outweighed her by a thousand times, so she accelerated a thousand times more than the bus slowed.

By the time she had gotten her lasso loose from the bus, she was three blocks away, her costume was in tatters, and the ninja had escaped. She had wanted to pursue, but running through New York, naked, was not a good idea. Besides, she didn't know where they had gone. She had hidden in some bushes and attempted a few repairs. She managed to cover enough of herself that she could wind-ride home in safety, and get a spare costume. Even so, she had a few embarrassing scrapes, particularly around her nipples.
They were still tender, 4 hours later.

Her recollections were disturbed by a voice that seemed to come from everywhere. "Do you want to run through it again, Wonder Woman, or have you seen enough?" The voice was that of a woman, Dr. Bertram of the Virtual Creations company.

"Thanks, I've seen enough.", she replied. She was looking for the "Eject" button, as she had been instructed, but Dr. Bertram was faster. The room went featureless grey as the system was shut down from the outside, and then she found herself laying on a padded couch. Dr. Bertram was taking the helmet off of her head.

"Did you learn anything useful?", she asked, smiling. This was her baby, and her pleasure was understandable. She had created a virtual reality simulation of a bank robbery, using only the bank's security tapes.

"Yes, I did. First, the men never spoke, except for the one who said "Cyber says, down". And I think they had lookouts we didn't see. Normally, robbers would want to keep an eye on the doors.
These didn't, yet they knew I was coming. They were heading towards the doors before I got into the room.

"It's too bad they got away.", the doctor commented. "They could answer those questions for you, I'm sure."

Wonder Woman smiled at the dark haired woman. Her interest was more in the technology. She had forgotten that if the men had been caught, they wouldn't need the answers she sought. She was only interested in her machines.

Cynthia Bertram was an interesting anomaly: An attractive woman in her early thirties, a doctor of Neurology, who was also a top computer expert. If she had been older, or a man, she would have been celebrated. As it was, she was just unusual.

Cynthia locked up the lab, and walked with Wonder Woman towards the bus stop, her day at an end. Neither saw the three black clad men slipping from the shadows behind them as they left the building.

Wonder Woman had walked perhaps a hundred yards before she noticed the soft footfalls behind them. She stopped talking to the doctor, but kept walking. She knew that if she stopped, the footsteps would also stop. She could fix their locations better while they were moving.

The Amazing Amazon stepped up her pace just a bit, reaching the sidewalk and turning towards the nearest building. Ninja garb was excellent cover under the trees of the Cybernetics center grounds, but stood out sharply against the white pavement of the sidewalks.
She reached the far side of the building, turned the corner, and immediately sprang 25 feet straight up, taking the surprised doctor with her. Alighting on the roof of the low building, she peeked over the edge of the roof and waited.

Three shadowed figures were gliding down the walk, their footsteps so quiet she could barely hear them, even when she was listening for them. These guys were good. She was better.

The first ninja never knew what hit him. She landed directly behind him, striking him at the base of his neck as she landed.
She felt bone crunch, and knew she had broken his shoulder.
Tough.

The other two reacted with inhuman speed, moving to flank her, so she couldn't face them both. The first one feinted with his blade, then attacked, a split second behind his partner. Twin blades sliced at her, and she couldn't see them both.

Reactions that could outrace a bullet came into play, and both blades drew sparks as they glanced harmlessly off of her amazon bracelets. She twisted her left hand, grasping the blade by it's spine, and pulled. The man, not prepared for this, stumbled forward, directly into her red boot. The force of her kick, directly to his midriff, hurled him back against the side of the building. She heard his head hit red brick, and knew that he was out. She turned to face her remaining foe, ready to end this quickly.

The next stage of the battle never materialized. The sidewalk went all red and blue as the lights of the police cruiser lit up the area. Before the ninja could react, he found himself covered by the guns of two police officers.

Wonder Woman relaxed as the ninja lowered his blade. She was fast enough to block bullets, he wasn't. And, while he knew that she wouldn't kill him, he knew that the officers would.

"What's up, Wonder Woman?", asked the driver, a slightly chunky man with flaming red hair, and a freckled, boyish face.

"I can't be sure, but I think we have some bank robbers here. In any case, they followed me to this alley, with their swords drawn.
That's enough to hold them on until we can get a positive id."

"You're right", commented the second officer as he examined one of the ninjedo blades. "This thing sure looks longer than six inches, to me. I think we..". The beefy man stopped in mid sentence, staring past Wonder Woman.

The amazon spun in place, and found herself facing a woman. A woman who hadn't been there a moment before, and had arrived without a sound. She was dressed in black, like the ninja, but wore no mask. She didn't need one. She either had the most sophisticated suit of armor Wonder Woman had ever seen, or her skin was made of some glossy black metal, like smoked iron

"Well", came the deep purr, " I should have known my men couldn't defeat you. If you want something done right..."

Wonder Woman didn't wait for the sinister woman to finish her sentence. She sprang forward in a star-spangled blur, striking with the power of a locomotive at...nothing? The slender woman had leapt from her position with incredible ease, like a huge cat.

Catching her balance, Wonder Woman spun around, looking for the metallic maiden. She had cleared the sidewalk and the police car in a single prodigious bound, and had grabbed the driver.

"Relax, Amazon", she ordered, flexing her fingers around the throat of the officer. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Cyber. I would love to stay and chat, but I have a schedule to keep. My men and I are leaving, and you are going to do nothing, or the poor boy will die. So young too. Pity."

Wonder Woman stayed poised, but made no move to advance. She couldn't endanger the officer's life, but she couldn't let this titan take him away as a hostage, either. So she waited, watching for an opening.

"I said relax!", repeated the smoke-colored opponent. Observing no change in her adversary, she seemed to consider for a moment before speaking again. "It seems that you need something to occupy yourself with. You!", she ordered, indicating the other officer. "Get over there with her. Leave your gun where you are, walk over there, and face me."

Slowly the officer obeyed, laying his gun on the pavement, then moving towards the combat-ready heroine.

"Now, Wonder Woman. On your knees.", came the next order. As Wonder Woman hesitated, the iron maiden clenched her hand slightly, drawing a strangled cry from the driver. There was no more hesitation.

"Face the officer, open his trousers, and go to work."

"What do you mean, go to work", asked the amazon adventuress.
Surely she didn't mean...

"Satisfy him. Use your tongue, your lips, your hands, whatever it takes."

Wonder Woman had no choice. She had to submit, or the hostage would be killed. With her distaste evident in every move, she undid the officer's fly, and withdrew his manhood. It was short and thick, but began to firm up as she handled it. She looked up at the man's face, only to see him staring down at her with a look of disbelieving wonder. She worked the man with both hands, choosing not to place her mouth on it.

"I said, satisfy him. I want to hear it!", came the order.

Wonder Woman, resigned to the situation, placed her lips around the man's cock, and began to lick. She ran her tongue the length of his shaft, sucking gently as she went. She felt his hands tangle in her hair as he thrust forward to meet her ruby-red lips.
He was completely lost in the moment, aware only of the beautiful woman sucking him off on a public street.

Finally, after several minutes, she felt his body begin to stiffen, heard the raspy pant of his breathing, and knew he was about to cum. Pinching the base of his cock with fingers that could tear steel, she picked up her pace. It wasn't that she wanted to please this man, she just wanted to get this over with. Dancing her tongue from the hairy base of his shaft to the salty tip, she worked him to ecstasy, and beyond. Only her own grip on his shaft kept him from spraying cum into her mouth, or onto her face. She had to service him. She didn't have to enjoy it.

As she drew away, she stole a glance at the lecherous loon. Or, at least, at where she had been. She and her men were gone without a trace. So was the hostage. Rising to her feet, Wonder Woman glared at the dazed man in front of her. "Where did they go?", she demanded.

"Huh?", he replied. "Um, they went down towards the school a few minutes ago."

"And you didn't tell me? We didn't have to finish that, that, that...", she sputtered in rage. Then, seeing the look on his face, she screamed at him in redoubled anger, "You mean you let them take a hostage, your partner, and get away, just so you could get a blow job?"

The man looked sheepish, and began to mumble something, but the Amazing Amazon was already off in pursuit. He would have a story to tell, if anyone would believe that he had gotten to face-fuck Wonder Woman herself.

The raven-haired heroine ran like the wind. She could have flown faster, but might have missed a clue or a track in the dark. As it was she found the missing officer tied up in the bushes just outside the high school at the end of the block. His gunbelt was missing, but he seemed otherwise unharmed. She sent him back to his partner, with instructions to call for backup. She didn't trust the other man as far as she could throw.. Well, she didn't trust him.

Cyber might be silent, but her trail was easy to follow. Who else would have left such deep, size 5 footprints in the grass, or torn the locker-room door off it's hinges like this? Wonder Woman followed.

Pausing beneath a light just outside the locker room, she allowed her eyes to adjust, so she wouldn't be dazzled inside. Then, quiet as a breath, she entered.

Cyber stood facing her, twenty feet away, her loose ninja-style garb swaying slightly in the breeze.

"Looks like you took a wrong turn.", commented the amazon quietly.
"No easy way out."

"Foolish bitch", she spat derisively. "I lead you here so my men could escape. You are not a challenge, either to fight or to evade."

"Try me.", came the short reply.

The woman drew a strange looking gun from behind her back, aiming and firing all in one motion.

Faster than any eye could follow, the Amazon avenger shifted her stance, blocking the attack with her indestructible bracelets.
The discharge of the weapon struck the unbreakable metal and... splashed? The gun had fired a short stream of some liquid, thick oily stuff that splattered all over Wonder Woman.

Holding her breath, Wonder Woman danced to the side, out of the area, in case there was a gas involved. There wasn't. Cyber was standing, relaxed, a smile gracing her sculpted iron face, as if at some huge joke. Slowly, carefully, Wonder Woman took a breath.
The spray had a slightly musky aroma, but otherwise it had no effect on her.

"If that was supposed to do something, you need to try harder.", she said, advancing towards the grinning villainess.

Cyber backed away, still smiling as she replied, "Oh, it did do something. That is a strong pheromone perfume. You have heard of pheromones, haven't you? Olfactory sex-attractants. And you just got a strong dose."

Wonder Woman continued her advance, checking herself mentally for effects. "If you think that goop is going to make me horny or something, you're dead wrong. You can figure out your mistakes, in jail." With that, she launched herself at her opponent, ready for her to try her leap-evade move again.

Again, she missed. Cyber had simply lain down, allowing her own leap to carry her over the villainess' head. She struck the swinging doors that had been behind the ferrous felon, and tried to land on her feet. The oily goo caused her to lose her footing, and she found herself sitting on her ass, in center court, at a high-school basketball game. Not the entrance she would have preferred to make.

The room echoed with silence as all eyes centered upon the beautiful interruption. The trance was broken by Cyber, who entered laughing like a madwoman.

"You fool. That pheromone isn't affecting you because it isn't supposed to. That is a female sex-attractant. It works on men."

Wonder Woman looked at the players closest to her, and saw the look of lust in their eyes. She saw that look spreading to others in the room, and knew she had a problem. "You think they can do anything to me?", she asked, climbing to her feet. "I'm stronger than everyone in this room put together."

"I know you can defeat them easily, Wonder Woman, but can you do it without hurting them?", she taunted. "They are, after all, bystanders in our little game."

That was a problem. The players advanced on her from all sides.
She dodged and side-stepped, trying to get a clear path towards Cyber, but all avenues of escape were blocked as soon as she cleared them. She was easily able to fend the boys off, though they clutched at her arms when she pushed. Then disaster struck. A dozen men and boys hit her from behind, as one, knocking her from her feet. Again, strength was not the issue, physics was. They took her down simply because they outweighed her.

Like a scene from a nightmare, she was swimming in a thick sea of bodies, unable to make any headway. Beneath the surface of that sea, hands groped at her generous breasts, fingers hooked in the waistband of her stretch-pants, and faces thrust themselves at hers, smothering her with kisses. She used her strength liberally, tossing people off her like toys, but it did no good.
As fast as she threw the men off, others swarmed in to take their place.

She struggled, fighting for air and self control. She had to be careful not to hurt these men. The insistent tug on her knees and ankles, trying to force her legs apart, was no threat. They might as well have been trying to pull up a rail on subway track.

Suddenly, things changed. Through the tumble of sex-crazed men, she felt something close on her wrists, and instantly the men were overpowering her. She pulled, only to find that her hands had been chained together, holding one of her would-be suitors locked in her embrace.

Screaming her protests, her struggles turned frantic. Kicking in earnest now, she tried in vain to dislodge the pile of amorous men. Her bustier grew loose and pulled away as invading hands undid the fastenings in back. Desperately she brought her knees up, curling into a defensive ball, trying to fend off the hands that probed her crotch, while struggling to unloop her cuffed wrists from around the man pawing at her exposed breasts.

The mob took advantage of her new position, which presented a too- tempting target, and hands quickly started tugging her star- spangled tights off of her broad, soft bottom. She began to scream and twist, struggling to avoid the touch of a hundred hands on her near-naked body.

The first penetration brought a gasp from her lips. The man had forced her legs straight, pulling her ankles into the air, then driven his cock into her from behind. The shock of the rape stunned her for a moment, and in that moment her panties were drawn the length of her shapely legs, and off.

She felt the pressure in her vagina ease as her legs were spread, but the cock that was beginning it's exploration of her most private area was still large enough to cause her pain. She twisted her head, trying to see who it was, but her view was blocked by a man who swung his leg across her chest, straddling her throat. Before the amazon could protest, he had grabbed her raven-black mane with both hands, and slammed his pelvis into her face. Her view was filled with his hairy crotch, even as her mouth was filled with his manhood.

She flailed away with her manacled wrists, beating on the man's back, but he ignored her, and she found herself slurping on his hot shaft, simply to breath. Working her head with both hands, the man forced her to deep-throat him, and she found herself licking his cock in spite of herself.

Again she felt her legs being pulled upwards, lifting her partly off the floor. Sudden pain told her why as she felt a cock pressing against her tightly puckered asshole. The man paused for only a moment, then drove his mount home in a single thrust.

Her body was now bucking and twisting under the force of three men, and dozens of pinching, grabbing hands. She felt another man sit on her, this time across her stomach, followed by the sensation of both her breasts being grabbed in strong, masculine hands. The painful grasp didn't release, as the other kneading gropes had, but pulled her mountainous mammaries together around something hard and slippery. She was being tittie-fucked, on top of everything else.

"This can't be happening to me.", thought the helpless heroine.
"It's all wrong." But it was happening. She was being violated in every opening of her body, and her tits as well, and realized that she couldn't stop it. Instead, she found herself concentrating on a new fight: She was struggling to resist the urges of her own body. She hated the rape with every fiber of her being, but hated even more the fact that her traitorous body was beginning to respond. Her pussy was flowing with her own juices, as well as those of her rapist. Her nipples were growing hard, and her tongue was working the shaft in her mouth of its own accord.

She felt an orgasm beginning low in her belly, a rumbling shock that threatened her resolve. She fought against it, pumping and flexing her vaginal muscles in an attempt to bring the man fucking her cunt to climax before she lost control.

Finally she felt the man between her thighs tense, his cock quivering as he discharged his load deep inside her. She felt a moment of relief as he rolled off of her, but the moment was short indeed. Another man dove right in and took his place. She thrashed in despair as she realized that, while the individual men might grow tired, they would just change off, and then rest before diving in again.

This thought was punctuated by a hard earthquake of an orgasm that ripped through her, leaving her gasping and dazed. Moments later, another one began to grow.

Wonder Woman choked when the man on her face came, pumping his hot cum into the back of her throat. She swallowed reflexively, to keep from gagging. Then, as he withdrew his limp member, she twisted her head to one side and clenched her teeth, denying her lips to anyone else. If only she could do the same with the rest of her body. A third man was slamming into her crotch, and a fourth man was busy raping her raw ass, and in spite of the pain she was at the edge of her fourth orgasm.

Her body was now coated in a layer of sweat and cum, mixing with the oily perfume, and she knew how hot-oil wrestlers felt.
Everything was slippery, including her, and it was such an incredible turn on that she finally lost control. Her body ruled her now, and her passions drove her towards all the things that her mind had rebelled against. Her hips pumped her lovers, one after another, with the frenzy of a woman who has been denied sex all her life. She drained them dry, always seeking another climax. She had lost count of how many times she came. All she knew was that she wanted more. In the back of her mind, a small voice cried in protest, but that voice was drowned out by the roaring in her ears as she was forced to orgasm after orgasm.

Cyber stood to one side and laughed madly. She watched as the great and powerful Wonder Woman was driven to climax after screaming climax, and knew that she was slowly losing her mind under the assault. She had been so cocky until her hands had been chained. Now she just had a lot of cock.

End chapter 1

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Wonder Woman vs the Shadow Warrior

Chapter 2

Wonder Woman hurt in every part of her body. That was the good news. It meant she was alive. She took stock of her situation as she struggled to recall what had happened.

She remembered fighting Cyber in the locker room, and getting gang-tackled in the gymnasium, and then... nothing. She must have hit her head, or been drugged, she reasoned. She didn't realize that her mind had been overwhelmed, and was suppressing the memory of her surrender. Giving in to lust so totally was too painful a thought, and her subconscious busily erected defenses and distractions around the memory.

"Yes", she thought, "where I am is more important than how I got here". And she was... in trouble.

She was laying on her back on a rough stone floor. Chains held her arms and legs outstretched, fastened securely to a rectangular iron frame. Her costume had been removed, leaving her in only her boots, bracelets, and tiara.

Looking around, she spotted her missing clothing draped across a table. Concentrating, she tried to animate her lasso by sheer force of will. It refused to stir, perhaps because of her exhausted mental state, or perhaps because it was almost out of sight.

"Well", she muttered, "that would have been too easy. How do I manage to get into these situations?"

"Hmmm", replied a deep, throaty voice. "It probably has something to do with that exhibitionistic costume you wear, and your talent for intruding where you don't belong."

Wonder Woman gasped as she saw Cyber stand up and approach. She had been sitting somewhere past her feet, out of her view. She twisted in her bonds, seeking escape by any means.

"Calm down.", Cyber reassured her in a gloating voice. "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before. You put on quite a show last night. Probably be the talk of the entire school for the rest of the semester. "

Ignoring the black-clad woman's remarks, her dominant personality came to the fore. "What do you want with me?", she demanded angrily.

Cyber rested her chin on one hand, thoughtfully, before answering.
"You are in no position to make demands, but I will let that pass, for the moment. You are alive because you have information that I need. I tried asking Dr. Bertram but she was unwilling, and is resisting questioning. That leaves you."

Leaning closer, she smiled at her naked captive. "Tell me about his new Virtual Reality system", she demanded.

Wonder Woman thought for a moment. Under these circumstances she wouldn't have told Cyber the correct time, but what was so special about the VR system? If Cyber had the doctor, she also had the VR gear. Unless...

"So, you broke her machines when you stole them, and she won't fix them for you.", she said with a smile. "Well, I've used her system, but I couldn't begin to tell you how it works, even if I wanted to."

"You will change your tune!", Cyber snarled. She snapped her fingers with a metallic clang, and the frame that held the Amazing Amazon whisked upward, stopping when she was about four feet from the floor.

Wonder Woman twisted, feeling the sudden strain on her wrists as her weight was taken from her back, and transferred to the chains that held her. "You're crazy if you think I'll tell you anything!", she snapped sharply. "I've been tortured before, and never broken."

"Oh, I'm certain that's true", she purred softly. "But still, I do have to try." Reaching into the folds of her Gi, she drew out a long feather. "I am not a master of the tender torture.", she explained as she drew the tip the length of her prisoner's nude form. "But you know what they say. Practice, practice, practice..."

Wonder Woman shuddered at the touch of the feather. She felt it's tip wriggle its way along her thigh, and drew a sharp breath as it ran under her ribs and into her armpit. She knew, from past experience, that she was very ticklish, and that she could, indeed, be broken this way.

Cyber began tracing the feather in light circles beneath her arm, waiting for her to release that held breath. Her taut body twitched and jerked as she tried to contain the laughter that the gentle touch evoked. A smile grew on Cyber's metallic features, enjoying the moment.

Wonder Woman could normally have held that breath for many long minutes, but her bondage stripped her of her amazon endurance, as well as her strength. After less than a minute, she was forced to exhale.

Cyber timed her assault for that breath, redoubling the tickling efforts as her captive exhaled. The release of air turned to laughter. Working to the small of her back and her sides, Cyber dragged the length of the feather in long circles, forcing the helpless heroine to laugh even harder.

Cyber was merciless, tormenting the captive Wonder Woman to breathless hysteria. Cyber would stop only when she was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, then change positions and start again.

"Do you want to tell me about the VR system, or should I increase your torment?", she asked in a cruel voice.

Diana could only shake her head, unable to speak for the laughter that wracked her body. She might have told, but she truly didn't know how the system worked. That, combined with her residual willpower, allowed her to refuse.

"Hmm.", the iron-skinned maiden muttered. "Perhaps you need the next stage. You might be recovered enough for it to work."

With those words, Cyber changed her tactics. Using a second feather, she began a two-pronged attack on the hysterical heroine.
One feather continued it's mad dance across her ticklish torso.
The other began to work around her erogenous zones, circling her already hard nipples, sliding the length of her vaginal folds.

This was what Wonder Woman had feared. Her body was already hypersensitive, due to the sensual assault she had been enduring.
It wasn't going to take much to bring the focus from sensual to sexual. Her body was responding already. She felt herself begin to lubricate, and knew that it would show soon.

Cyber smiled in satisfaction as she saw the amazon's nether lips begin to glisten with her female fluids. Her pussy lips began to swell slightly, blossoming like an orchid, and soft moans were now mingling with her laughter. After a few minutes, her breasts had swollen beyond their already impressive proportions, and her hips were bouncing to the rhythm of his strokes.

Slowly, relentlessly, Cyber drove the captive heroine to passion, forcing her body to respond in spite of her determination not to. She had slowed the tickling, allowing her to take the deep, gasping breaths that her arousal had demanded.

"Great Hera, noooooo!" she wailed as her body began its final rush towards climax. Her desire was undeniable, and the erotic touch of the feather was... gone? Her tormentor had stopped, leaving her teetering on the edge of orgasm.

"Did you expect to be rewarded?", Cyber asked the prisoner in an evil purr. "No, no, no, you don't get that until you tell me what I want to know. I will enjoy making you beg." Carefully, she shifted his focus, tracing the folds across the lower edge of her buttocks, turning the torment into a combination tease-tickle.

Wonder Woman moaned aloud now as she lay, helpless, the flames of her desire being fanned, but with no relief in sight. She felt the feathers on her body, moving as if the woman had a map of her sensitive zones. One began to circle her breast in ever tightening loops. The other ran around the edges of her now- dripping cunt, sending shocks through her whenever the tip "accidentally" brushed her turgid clit'. She bit the inside of her lip, seeking distraction in pain, but it didn't help.

"Are you ready to talk yet, or should I advance the torment once again?"

"I... don't... know... any... thing.", she managed to force out.

"That would be truly disappointing." Cyber seemed to ponder for an agonizing moment. "I will consider this. In the meantime, I will leave you to my men."

At an unheard signal, three men in ninja garb materialized out of the shadows. Cyber addressed them. "Keep the lady entertained.
You may pleasure yourselves with her as much as you wish, but she is not to achieve relief."

Wonder Woman watched in horror as the men bowed silently, then advanced on her. Her emotions were mixed, her desire fighting with dread. She twisted her wrists in their restraints, hoping to spring a weak link

There were none. The first man knelt between her splayed legs and began to softly tongue her dripping slit. He worked her expertly, tickling her engorged clit with the tip of his tongue, then sucking on it gently, working the bound amazon towards climax.
Just as she was ready to cum, he stopped, and evil grin on his face. "Twelve of us have kept the doctor on edge for over 8 hours now. We have kept prisoners this way for days at a time, but you are the true prize."

The second man lowered his face to Wonder Woman's left breast, latching his lips onto her stone-hard nipple. His first long, sucking nibble drew a groan from the aroused amazon. He worked her for many long seconds, then stopped.

Wonder Woman felt a sharp pain as the third man slapped her suspended ass lightly with the tip of his long fabric belt. He began to work in unison with the first man, spanking her exposed bottom in time with the other man's tongue work.

"Soon", he said in a slight Japanese accent, "you will not be able to tell pain from pleasure. We mix them in your mind. Then you like spankings, and chains."

"Hera, help me.", groaned the helpless heroine as her captors played with her body and mind. She knew that what they were doing would work on most women. She had seen the results before. She just hoped that, somehow, she could avoid being conditioned that way.

It was a strange struggle that went on for hours, her body twisting in pursuit of release, and the men taking turns denying it to her. They took turns spanking her bottom, pinching and softly whipping her breasts, all the while licking her to the maddening verge of orgasmic rel> Woman moaned aloud now as she lay, helpless, the flames of her desire being fanned, but with no relief in sight. She felt the feathers on her body, moving as if the woman had a map of her sensitive zones. One began to circle her breast in ever tightening loops. The other ran around the edges of her now- dripping cunt, sending shocks through her whenever the tip "accidentally" brushed her turgid clit'. She bit the inside of her lip, seeking distraction in pain, but it didn't help.

"Are you ready to talk yet, or should I advance the torment once again?"

"I... don't... know... any... thing.", she managed to force out.

"That would be truly disappointing." Cyber seemed to ponder for an agonizing moment. "I will consider this. In the meantime, I will leave you to my men."

At an unheard signal, three men in ninja garb materialized out of the shadows. Cyber addressed them. "Keep the lady entertained.
You may pleasure yourselves with her as much as you wish, but she is not to achieve relief."

Wonder Woman watched in horror as the men bowed silently, then advanced on her. Her emotions were mixed, her desire fighting with dread. She twisted her wrists in their restraints, hoping to spring a weak link

There were none. The first man knelt between her splayed legs and began to softly tongue her dripping slit. He worked her expertly, tickling her engorged clit with the tip of his tongue, then sucking on it gently, working the bound amazon towards climax.
Just as she was ready to cum, he stopped, and evil grin on his face. "Twelve of us have kept the doctor on edge for over 8 hours now. We have kept prisoners this way for days at a time, but you are the true prize."

The second man lowered his face to Wonder Woman's left breast, latching his lips onto her stone-hard nipple. His first long, sucking nibble drew a groan from the aroused amazon. He worked her for many long seconds, then stopped.

Wonder Woman felt a sharp pain as the third man slapped her suspended ass lightly with the tip of his long fabric belt. He began to work in unison with the first man, spanking her exposed bottom in time with the other man's tongue work.

"Soon", he said in a slight Japanese accent, "you will not be able to tell pain from pleasure. We mix them in your mind. Then you like spankings, and chains."

"Hera, help me.", groaned the helpless eap after the man in black, but she could see nothing. Both the ninja and the second Wonder Woman faded from view a few feet past the door. She didn't need to see, though. She had been here. She had thrown her magic lasso at the man, but he had struck it aside with a sweep of his sword blade. The lasso had caught on the bumper of a passing bus, and she had been yanked off her feet and dragged down the block.

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Wonder Woman vs the Shadow Warrior

Chapter 3

"This place seems to go on forever.", muttered Wonder Woman as she took yet another turn in the maze of corridors. Her normally excellent sense of direction had deserted her long ago, so she was marking her path by chipping hash marks in the stone walls with the point of her tiara.

A whisper of air warned the princess of Paradise Island a split- second before the blade descended towards the back of her head.
The ninja might as well have sent a telegram. With a move that would make a bullet seem slow, the Amazon Avenger spun in place, striking the weapon aside with such force that the blade shattered.

The building would have shaken with the impact as three ninja slammed into walls, if the walls hadn't been solid stone. Even so, the noise of the battle echoed through the corridors.

Wonder Woman checked the three men, to see that they were alive, then bound them with their own belts. Unmasking them did little good. She had never seen them. They could have been anyone.

But their presence was disturbing. She had passed no doors for at least half an hour, yet these men had known where she was and caught up with her. How? And they weren't the first group. She had faced, and defeated, five such groups since leaving the torture chamber. All had attacked from behind, yet there seemed to be no way for them to be there. The answer was obvious: She had passed many doors, she just hadn't known it. They were hidden.

Backtracking, she paid closer attention to the floor. Two turns later she found what she was looking for: Scrape marks in the laid stone floor showed where a concealed panel had opened and closed.

"Athena, forgive my lack of patience.", she prayed, kicking the door with enough force to halt a rinosaurus in it's tracks. It flew from it's mount, hinges and latch shattering at the same time. She entered the lit room that the opening revealed.

"Well, you certainly don't believe in the element of surprise, do you." came the dry comment.

Wonder Woman turned towards the voice, and found herself facing Cyber. Dr. Bertram sat against the wall behind her. She was naked, and her hands were chained to a collar around her throat, limiting her movement. What was more disturbing was the lost, vacant look on her face.

"There, but for the grace of a hairpin, sits you.", gloated Cyber, an evil smile upon her lips. "My only regret is that her mind broke before she told me what I needed to know."

Wonder Woman shuddered, knowing that Cyber was right. Cynthia Bertram's mind was gone. And if she hadn't managed to escape her tormentors, she might well have gone the same way herself.
Perhaps, with care, Cynthia could be made whole, but that would take time.

"You'll pay for that, and all your other crimes, Cyber. I'm taking you in." pronounced the raven-haired heroine, her eyes stormy with barely controlled rage.

"Save your breath, Amazon.", said Cyber calmly. Her right hand strayed behind her for a moment, then emerged holding a gun.
Leveling it at the head of the dazed Dr. Bertram, she smiled.
"You are going back to the interrogation room, or the pretty lady gets shot."

It wasn't the fear of the torment she would endure that drove Wonder Woman forward. She simply couldn't stand by and let Cyber continue to endanger innocent lives. Moving in a blaze of red and gold, she interposed herself between Cyber and her target, stretching out her left arm just in time to block the discharge of the weapon.

But something was wrong. Diana almost cried out at the crushing pain that lanced up her arm. And she did something she had never done before. She flinched.

The beam from the weapon strayed from the bracelet, striking the amazon on her exposed arm. To her surprise, the pain began to fade at once, though she felt lightheaded. She felt her costume grow loose, and the floor seemed to move beneath her feet. As the room spun, and everything seemed to rush away from her, she realized that she was shrinking. The beam had started on her bracelet first, nearly crushing her arm before she had been affected.

She felt the top of her boots sliding up her legs, and in moments they had reached her thighs. Then, as her legs grew too short to reach the bottom of the boots, she felt her weight shift until she was straddling her not-so tight pants as they bunched up between her legs.

Before she could disentangle herself, she saw a huge hand sweep down, seizing her in a grip of iron.

"Well, little girl.", mused the metal-skinned maiden. "If you thought it was hard to find a bra before..."

Wonder Woman struggled. Even though she was only a sixth of her previous size, she should still be stronger than a dozen full sized men. Bracing herself, she pried at the iron fist that held her, trying to lever the fingers apart.

She got nowhere. In fact, Cyber's grip was tightening, bringing a gasp of pain as she slowly squeezed the breath out of her diminutive foe.

"Don't bother to struggle, Wonder Woman. ", gloated Cyber in triumph. "You couldn't defeat me at full size." She placed her petite prisoner face down on the table, pinning her upper body in place. She smiled at the sight of the tiny bottom and legs protruding from beneath her hand.

Wonder Woman gasped at the pressure of the crushing hold, which caused her breasts to balloon out towards the sides of her chest.
She attempted to push herself away from the table, but the grip was too firm. What was Cyber up to? She got her answer moments later as she felt a sharp blow to her exposed backside. Cyber was spanking her! She was only using two fingers, but it was enough to completely cover her defenseless bottom. She twisted, trying to avoid the humiliating punishment, but Cyber's grip was immovable.

"Let's see how far my men got in your conditioning, shall we?", giggled Cyber as she administered her punishment to the helpless heroine. She wasn't trying to injure, just to excite. "My, but you have the nicest little backside. An ass that just begs for a few whacks, don't you agree?"

Wonder Woman didn't agree, but didn't bother to say it. Her situation was bad enough, but the feeling of helplessness and the spanking were having their affect on her. She kicked and twisted, trying to distract herself from the growing arousal inside her.
She sighed in relief when the stinging slaps stopped, then gasped as she felt a huge finger force her thighs apart, rubbing against her spread crotch.

"Oooo, I have to give my men a bonus.", Cyber purred, examining the moisture on her fingertip. "In just those few short hours, they taught you that sex and violence go together." Teasingly, she turned the minute figure over and rubbed her finger against the tiny tits. She smiled as she saw the nipples harden and point. Yes, Wonder Woman was indeed coming along nicely.

Wonder Woman cried tears of embarrassment and pain. The tease- torturing had worked some of it's dread magic, embedding a dark pleasure in her mind. She hated the fact that she drew pleasure from such torment, but she couldn't deny that it was true.
Fighting the urge to curl up and surrender, she reminded herself that she had been drugged, and that the lessons of the dark initiation would fade.

The world moved by with dizzying speed for the amazon as she was lifted from the table and carried quickly to a small cage. At least it would have been small, if she weren't smaller. It was an antique iron bird cage, with black iron bars and an ornate lock.
She was deposited inside briskly, and heard the door lock before she could scramble to her feet.

"By Hera, you'll pay for this.", muttered the Princess of Paradise Island, forcing herself to anger. Seizing the metal bars in her firm grip, she pulled. And pulled. And pulled. The bar's wouldn't budge. She was simply too small to bend them. She shouldn't have been that weak, but she was.

Laughing at her confused pet, Cyber drew a small camera from a fold in her garment, and began snapping pictures. "I'll always treasure these.", she gloated. "Wonder Woman, when she was a little girl."

Wonder Woman stopped straining at the bars, and strove to cover herself with her hands. Being humiliated was bad enough, but this made it even worse. Then, as she watched in horror, Cyber again drew her strange ray-gun and fired at the weeping Dr. Bertram. In moments, the now-miniature doctor was placed in the cage with her.
She took the opportunity to rush the door, but the motion sent the cage swinging wildly, upsetting her balance in mid stride.

"How long to you think you can keep us this way, Cyber", she yelled.

"Keep you like that? I don't plan to keep you at all. I am going to sell your perfect little body to a private collector I know.
He'll pay plenty for a real, living doll."

Glaring at the locked door for a moment, Wonder Woman went over to the teary-eyed doctor. "Are you all right, Cynthia?", she asked, trying to comfort her companion. "We've got to get out of here."

Cynthia Bertram looked at the amazon with blank eyes, then rattled the chains that bound her wrists. She tried to reach her lower body, but her bonds wouldn't allow it. In frustration, she asked her fellow prisoner, "Rub it. Please?"

Wonder Woman looked at her companion, momentarily confused. She had been about to break her bonds, but paused at the strange request.

The naked doctor slid her hips forward, suddenly, throwing her legs wide apart. "Rub it, please. Please? I need it so much."

Diana understood now. She had been ready to go mad after a few hours of tickle-torment. Cynthia had endured three times as much, and had been allowed no relief, her bonds preventing her from meeting her needs. Taking the chains in her hands, she easily tore the fetters apart.

Dr. Cynthia Bertram plunged her hands deep between her thighs at once, feeding the maddening hunger that lived there. In moments the cage was filled with the sounds of passion as she drove herself towards a moaning, wailing climax. And another. And another.

Wonder Woman watched in envy as the doctor satisfied herself over and over again, her thrashing bouncing the cage on it's hook. She wanted to join the beautiful doctor, to lose herself in lust and satisfaction. But her pride prevented her. She might do that later, at home, in private. But not here, not now. She wouldn't give Cyber the satisfaction.

Cyber? Where was Cyber? Wonder Woman dragged her attention away from her passionate companion, and looked around for her foe.

"...I don't know if I can get you the set, but I'll try. In the meantime, do you want Wonder Woman, or not?", asked Cyber, speaking into the phone. Diana listened intently as the metal- skinned maid closed the deal. "All right Toyman, one doll-sized heroine for your collection. You can pick her up in the morning.... Why? Because I want to play with her for a while first. Ok, you've got a deal."

Cyber smiled as she put down the phone. Wonder Woman was hers for a while more. What would Toyman do with her, she wondered? It would be interesting to watch. She turned to look at her tiny prize, then stared in surprise. The cage was swinging violently, the sides going almost level with the floor on each swing. As she watched, it swung up and off the end of the hook, falling to the ground with a violent crash.

Wonder Woman felt the cage slip it's hook, and barely managed to catch hold of her compact companion as it fell to the floor. She could take such a fall, she knew, but the doctor was only human, and would certainly perish on impact. She managed to soften the fall enough to save the doctor from injury.

Cyber rushed over to the fallen cage, only to find it open and empty, the door sprung by the fall. She looked around the workroom, trying to spot any sign of movement. Listening intently, she strained to hear the sound of tiny feet on the stone floor. Nothing.

"Where will you run to, little one?", she called out. "Will evildoers tremble in fear at the sight of you now?".

Wonder Woman froze as soon as she had reached cover. When Cyber spoke, she moved again, leaving her naked companion in her hiding place. She knew that Cyber couldn't hear well over her own voice, so she took the opportunity to cover some distance. Still, she felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness. She was fleeing, running, and hiding, more from habit than from hope. What would she do if she got away? Bring the Police certainly. Superman or one of her friends from the Justice League if she could. But after that, could she live like this? Could she spend the rest of her immortal existence the size of a child's toy?

Praying to Hera for strength, she stopped running away, and started to climb, a plan forming in her mind.

Cyber wanted to smash furniture, to drive her quarry from cover, but restrained the impulse. She might kill one of them by accident. Dropping into a crouch, she began to explore the room at floor level, reaching under tables, moving chairs, and looking in small shadows.

Wonder Woman watched her titanic opponent for a few seconds, waiting for her moment. She saw Cyber look around, but knew that she hadn't been spotted yet. Then she saw something strange.
Cyber pulled a device from her belt. A device that looked a lot like a remote control from a TV. She fiddled with it for a moment, then put it away and resumed her search.

Wonder Woman heard the sound of weeping, coming from the niche where she had left Dr. Bertram. She saw that Cyber had heard it to, and braced herself. She would only get one shot at this.

The Amazing Amazon leapt into motion as Cyber passed her hiding place. She had managed to climb the heavy table leg, and secure herself a spot high up in the frame of the work table. Timing her move carefully, she sprang onto the titanic form of her opponent as she crawled underneath the amazon's hiding place. She hung in the air for what seemed an eternity, then landed, right on target, on... The ray gun, where it was slung in the small of Cyber's back.

Grabbing the artillery-sized weapon with both arms, Wonder Woman pulled the trigger. The effect was immediate. The inside of the holster glowed for a moment, then Cyber glowed and began to shrink. Only the gun remained full sized.

Cyber felt the ray take effect and experienced the dizzying sensation of having the floor stretch beneath her. She tried to swat her pint-sized opponent, but only managed to disrupt her balance, which was none too steady to begin with. Before she could gather herself, she found herself pinned beneath a naked, and furious, Amazon. She felt a sharp blow to her head, followed by darkness.

Diana eased herself off of her fallen foe, resisting the urge to continue pummelling the metal madwoman. Exhausted, she moved to the ray gun, and began examining its settings.

End Chapter 3

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Wonder Woman vs the Shadow Warrior

Chapter 4

Wonder Woman pulled her costume back into place for what seemed like the 30th time that day, and picked up the iron cage. Within it stood Cyber, 11 inches of rage. Dr. Bertram was fumbling with the black ninja Gi, searching for buttons that weren't there. She was still in shock.

Gently Diana pulled the black fabric over her companion's breasts, securing it in place with the black belt. She would have preferred to find the Doctor's own clothes, but had no idea where to look. Her own clothes had needed some repair as well.

"Well, Cyber, it's off to jail with you. There's a real cell waiting there for you."

"Don't count me out yet, whore.", snarled the tiny terror.

---

Wonder Woman avoided the front steps of the police station when they arrived. There were news crews and polititions there that were best avoided. It wasn't that she was camera shy, but Dr. Bertram was still in shock, and the publicity involved in her kidnap and rape would just make things worse.

"Good evening, Sergeant.", she said to the officer at the booking desk. She didn't recognize the man, but gave it no thought.
There were lot's of officers she didn't know. The booking room was crowded, but she was allowed to go to the front of the line.

"Good Evening, Wonder Woman. What have you got for me tonight?", the middle aged man replied affably.

"The criminal mastermind behind the Ninja robberies.", Diana replied smoothly. Taking the tiny villainess from her cage, Wonder Woman placed her on the floor, and drew the ray gun from her belt.
In seconds, Cyber was back at full size, still mad as a hornet.
But for some strange reason, she smiled, her hard metallic skin curling into a mask of evil glee.

"So,", chortled the desk officer. "The mighty Cyber gets to be a guest here? Couldn't happen to a nicer villainess. Empty your pockets."

Cyber's right hand swung upward in a blur of motion, hurling something against the ceiling. Something that broke, spraying the room with bits of glass, and a spray of sticky fluid.

Wonder Woman seized the villainess by the wrist, prepared for a struggle. Instead, Cyber began to laugh.

"Seems like old times, Amazon.", she giggled. "Recognize that special scent? The one that says 'take me'?"

Raising a hand to her blue-black tresses, Wonder Woman collected a few drops of the sticky fluid that had showered the room. The aroma was heavy, musky. Familiar. "Great Hera, no!", she cried in sudden recognition. It was the pheromone spray Cyber had used on her earlier, when she had been ... had been... what?

Wonder Woman stood, paralyzed with shock as the floodgates of her memory opened, and the scenes of her gang-rape replayed in her mind.

"Hey, WW, how about a kiss?", asked the desk officer.

Diana looked at him and saw the growing look of lust on his face.
The entire room was getting restless. Shaking off her shock, she began to back away from the amorous officer. She started in surprise as she backed into someone. Turning, she saw a young man in blue with his arms wrapped around a shapely girl who's hands were manacled behind her back. The hooker was responding to the officer's attentions.

Looking around in horror, the Amazon princess realized that she had interrupted the booking of a vice-sweep. The room was overflowing with women in chains, prostitutes waiting to be booked. Several had men pawing at them already, pulling at their clothes. Some were already nakedly engaged in satisfying the needs of the booking officers.

A shriek drew her attention back to Dr. Bertram. She had been pinned to a wall, her Gi pulled open, and a man had his face pressed into her exposed breasts. Her body was responding, but the look of horror on her face said that she didn't want to be there.

A police woman was struggling as two men pulled her to the bars of a holding cell, cuffing her hands to the bars over her head.

Suddenly arms wrapped around the raven haired heroine from behind, clutching at her breasts and pulling her backwards.

The shock drove Wonder Woman into action, and she tore herself out of the man's grasp, leaving scraps of red and gold fabric in his hands. More hands grabbed at her, spinning her around. She felt her belt loosen and pull away, and fingers tugged at her blue satin tights. She saw someone hold out some handcuffs.

Wonder Woman gathered herself for a leap and, with a tearing of fabric, sprang away from the men who were molesting her. Her leap carried her, and the remains of her costume, clear across the room, landing her by the door to the office area. In panic, she dove through it, seeking escape.

Three men stopped what they were doing to stare at the near-naked heroine that stood in the hallway. Wonder Woman blushed, trying to pull the remains of her clothing back into place. She saw one detective take off his suit coat and offer it to her. Then as the pheromone affected him, he began to loosen his pants as well.
Other hands clutched at the shreds of her clothes, and there was a sound of cloth ripping.

Wonder Woman ran, not looking or caring where she went. Two turns later she found herself before a set of double doors. With no though except escape, she plunged through, and found herself...

On the front steps of the station. At the news conference.
=84Great Hera=BE, she screamed, looking around wildly. =84I=BCm naked!=BE

Flash bulbs popped, and all the TV cameras swung to focus on her.

For a moment she strove to cover her ripe body with her hands, but they simply weren=BCt up to the task. With a shriek of rage and shame, the Amazing Amazon ran off into the night. Several of the news crews turned to follow, but she soon outran them.

It was several blocks later when she began to think again. She had to get home, someplace to wash the rape-inducing perfume off.
To get some clothes. To hide. To curl up and die.

She turned into an alley, preferring the shadows for the moment.
Groping her way down the way while her eyes adjusted to the gloom, she tried once again to adjust the tatters of her clothes, and to think. She still felt the effects of the drugs driving her towards dispair, and fought against them.

"Wrong turn, Wonder Woman", came the voice from the mouth of the alley. "This alley dead ends.", continued Cyber. "The only way out is past me, and I really don't think that that's possible."

Wonder Woman looked up and realized that Cyber was right. The alley had no exit at the far end. Setting aside doubt, she turned to face the iron-skinned ninja one last time.

Without a word, Cyber reached back over her shoulder, drawing forth a long curving blade of bright steel. This was not the easily concealable short sword of the ninja. This was a Katana, a full meter of razor-edged maihem. Shifting to a combat crouch, she stood ready for battle.

The two women faced off for a few moments, each sizing the other up. Then, without so much as a muscle's twitch of a warning, Cyber launched a blazing series of blows on the unarmed amazon.

With equally blinding speed, Wonder Woman parried the blows, letting her magical bracelets absorb the punishment. The dark of the alley was lit by a series of bright flashes as the blade struck again and again, sending sparks everywhere. Holding her ground against the onslaught, Dianna waited for the flurry to end.
To her growing surprise, it didn't. Blows continued to rain down from a dozen angles, rapid as machine gun fire, each one capable of killing her.

The two stood, toe to toe this way for long minutes, the unceasing offense of the blade against the impenetrable defense of the bracelets. Who would falter first? Who would be the first to give ground?

The answer came suddenly, finally. The sword came in for a crashing blow, straight down at the Amazon's head, and both hands came up to block. The blade shattered under the impact, weakened from the incredible battle. The pieces of bright metal fell to the earth, leaving both women's ears ringing with the sudden silence.

Cyber took a single deep breath. "Well, that was a waste of time.
Care to try chess?"

Wonder Woman's reply was eloquent: A single blow to the midsection, delivered with the force of a piledriver.

"That was a waste of time, to." Cyber never moved. The impact hadn't even shaken her hair out of place.

Wonder Woman stood amazed at the impossible sight. Even Aries had been moved by blows like that. Who was this woman?

Cyber drew out her shrink ray, taking casual aim at the Amazon.
"It's a pity that I have to sell you, but a girl has to pay her bills. And those perfect tits are worth a bundle."

"This can't be happening", moaned the amazon princess, feeling the effects of drug-induced depression once more. Then she thought:
Perfect tits? She stared down at her naked form, her flawless skin. Something clicked in her mind. Moving with the speed of a hurricane, confidence renewed, her right hand flashed out towards her opponent, and snatched an item from her belt: Not the gun, but the remote control she had seen there earlier.

Holding the strange remote control like a weapon, Wonder Woman smiled for the first time since the entire nightmare began.
"That's it, isn't it Cyber?", she asked calmly. "It really can't be happening. Its impossible. And it ends now!" So saying, the Amazing Amazon pressed the "Stop" button, and the entire world froze.

Examining the remote, she found that it folded out in an impossible manner, revealing a broader set of controls.

"First, let's see who's really behind this", she said, entering some commands into the unit.

Cyber began to melt away, her iron skin melding into normal flesh.
Beneath the facade stood... Dr. Cynthia Bertram. Wonder Woman unfroze her.

"I'm still inside your Virtual Reality system, aren't I?", asked the amazon, suddenly at peace with herself. "I should have spotted it sooner."

Dr. Bertram made a grab for the control set, but Diana easily kept it out of her reach. "How did you spot it? My illusion was perfect!", snapped the angered scientist.

"Perfect? Hardly.", came the dry reply. "You missed a lot of details. I missed them to, at first. You kept things running at a fast pace, to keep me from noticing, but I should have spotted them anyway."

"Alright, what did I miss?

"Well, I lost my Amazon strength in the gym when you cuffed my hands. That only happens when my wrists are chained by a man. I never got hungry, or thirsty, or tired. I got scraped up at the bank robbery earlier, but don't have any scrapes now. The desk officer knew your name, even though the police have never seen or heard of Cyber. There is no way you could have had that sword without me noticing it. And, of course, even Superman would have been moved by that last punch. It isn't a matter of strength or invulnerability. It's just physics. The power of the blow has to go somewhere."

"So now what, Wonder Woman. You beat me, but what next? There isn't any law against what I've done. You can't arrest me for playing computer games, you know."

Wonder Woman pondered this for a moment, studying the controls a bit more. "Tell me, why did you do this at all? I'll guess that you were involved with the real ninja, but I can't figure out why you dragged me in."

"Why not tell you, since you can't do anything about it.", Cynthia answered, obviously pleased by her own cleverness. "You were after the Ninja, and I knew that you'd catch them eventually.
That would lead you back to me. We used the VR system to rehearse the robberies over and over, until they could perform flawlessly.
There is about a 16 to 1 time difference in cyberspace: You've been in here for two days, but only a few hours have passed in the real world. By tricking you into the the system, I could break you, make you so afraid of the ninja that you'd drop off the trail. If that didn't work, I could drive you insane. We nearly did, you know."

"Yes, you came close. But no cigar." Wonder Woman adjusted some controls. Her costume reappeared, and Cyber's Gi vanished. "I think I'll let you stew in your own juices for a while."

The scene changed, and the world sprang into motion. Diana checked to make sure she had gotten things right, then pressed the "Eject" button and vanished from cyberspace, taking the remote with her.

The world went grey. Raising her hands to her head, Wonder Woman lifted the helmet from her head, pulled the small plastic cone from her nose and mouth, and sat up. A quick check of the gas cylinder answered her final questions. They had been feeding her a depressant drug, to weaken her will.

She was in the computer lab, next to the tables that held Dr. Bertram and three men in black. They were still in the computer induced trance. Wonder Woman moved to the computer console and studied the monitor.

On the screen, Cynthia Bertram lay in chains. Three men stood around her naked form, feathers and small whips in their hands.
Wonder Woman spoke into the microphone next to the console. "I'm taking your ninja to jail now. These should keep you entertained until I get back. "

The evil doctor wailed her reply as the men set to work on her helpless body.

A few moments with the magic lasso relieved the Ninja of any memories of the time in cyberspace. Then she took them off to jail, as promised. She would return for Cyber/Cynthia, of course.
In a few hours.

End Chapter 4 End of Story

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