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The
Future Escapades of Wonder Woman
I
Diana
first became aware of her nemesis while she sat typing up her most recent
action reports for Steve Trevor. After so many years hiding behind the façade
of Diana Prince, it was refreshing that Steve knew her alter ego. Recent events
caused Steve to return from retirement to replace Sarge Steel as director of
meta-human affairs. Steel was a good hearted honest man who made one mistake
and was replaced by Doctor Psycho in
one of his ethereal disguises. Psycho made the lives of all superheroes
especially Wonder Woman living hell. Now, Psycho was in jail, Steel was
assigned to Gotham as liason to the GCPD and things were back to normal in the
newly renamed department of meta activities where Diana Prince worked. Despite the urging of Steve and Etta, Diana
continued to dress in her frumpy outfits hiding her natural assets; today’s
oversized pants suit was a perfect example.
Queen
Hippolyta and her surviving subjects barely controlled Transformation Island
while Achilles and his band of Olympians controlled Themyscira with Zeus’s
support. During the temporary lull in
hostilities, Diana decided to touch base in the office and clean out her in
basket. Trevor could only list her status as ‘on assignment’ for certain
lengths of time before the auditors started asking questions.
As
Diana finished printing the third action report, she began to feel warmer than
normal. Being an amazon, she was virtually impervious to temperature
adjustments so she paid little mind to the warming sensation until the subtle
pressure on her breasts increased to the point that she moaned audibly. Diana felt her breasts being massaged and
firm gentle tugging on the tips of her bosom even though no one else was near
her office. Her confusion was magnified by the pleasant feelings that her
breasts transmitted throughout her body. She struggled to stand and try to
escape the attention her body was receiving when she felt new pressure between
her legs and at the opening of her shapely rear. Diana was further gone then
she thought, thoroughly enjoying the ministrations and she struggled to reach
for the zipper at the rear of her outsized blouse when her PC flashed a quick
burst of light and the word file was replaced by the image of a dark haired,
thickly built man.
“Sit
down Miss Prince” the man instructed in an accented tone. “We have several
things to discuss, such as your current situation and you don’t want to be
distracted or lose consciousness during our conversation.”
Barely
able to comprehend the voice emitting from her PC, Diana allowed her knees to
buckle and she settled back into her chair. Her legs splayed open and her
underwear pushed its way into her moistening slit. This increased the pleasant
sensations and she moaned in response.
“You
seem to be enjoying yourself” the voice from her PC observed in a mirth filled
tone. “My research led me to believe your race prided itself in its ability to
abstain from such pleasant pursuits.”
Diana
was unable to respond. The conservative pants suit she’d worn for its loose
appearance now magnified every curve on her body. Sweat spots and other
moisture appeared on a large percentage of her body and she could barely stop
moaning or focus her thoughts. She started to slide out of her seat, stopped
only by the sudden appearance of a collar around her neck which kept her in the
chair.
“Whether
or not you remember this, I feel disposed to tell you that your outfit was
developed in the Rigelian system by a race of people who consider sexual
intercourse to be beneath them. They
reproduce using test tubes and the like and developed the style of outfit
you’re wearing to relieve their sexual tension. You should be proud that you’re still breathing. The client who
provided this suit told me no human could survive five minutes wearing it. You
are in your fifteenth minute. Outstanding!”
Diana
glared at the screen as the voice continued taunting her. Her pantsuit was so
tight that she was unable to move her limbs and the collar kept her trapped,
facing her unexpected opponent.
“I am
known as Grimbor the Chainsman.” The voice continued and a filter on the screen
dissolved revealing the man behind this trap. Grimbor was a stocky man, not
fat, but thickly muscled with a human appearance. Grimbor was dressed in matte
leather, his shirt opened to the waistband of his deep brown uni-suit. His face was nondescript and betrayed no
hint of his age besides slightly graying hair at his temples.
“My
family has specialized in the art of confinement for several generations. My
father and brother wasted a lot of time battling the Legion of Superheroes.
They both live in a prison called Takron Galtos. I don’t care to share that fate. I’ve specialized in satisfying
the legal needs of rich clients and I no longer need to seek out people to
please. Lately I’ve been bored and to fix that, I started looking through the
earth’s archaic internet and came across several images of you. You are
extremely beautiful and if the records are accurate you don’t have any major
impact on the affairs of earth for the next two months.”
Diana
was furiously trying to resist the messages her body was sending to her mind,
but she knew it was only moments before she completely lost control. Despite
her determination not to embarrass herself in front of this evil man, she could
see no escape.
“I
calculate that you will reach orgasm in the next twenty seconds. When you
awake, read the email I’m transmitting to you. I look forward to our first
encounter.” Grimbor smiled and than his image vanished, replaced by the
standard Department of Meta-Activities homepage.
Diana
felt herself explode in a cascading series of orgasmic spasms which lasted
several minutes. She passed out just as her pants suit began to resume its
normally frumpy appearance. While she
recovered, the material in her outfit absorbed the stains sparing her the need
to explain anything to her coworkers.
She
recovered slowly, hoping at first she’d had a bad dream. Diana nearly convinced
herself that she’d imagined the attack when she noticed the little icon on her
screen. She clicked on the blinking
image and read the message twice.
TO:
agentp@dma.gov
From:
G@3100.unv
Subject:
Challenge of Honor
Agent
Prince,
It is
my pleasure to issue to you what your people call a Challenge of Honor. I propose to battle you one on one. You may
use any weapons you want. The purpose is submission and the first of us to
admit defeat will be the loser. When I win, my prize will be your willing
company for the next two months until history once again records your
participation in significant events.
Should you prevail, I will abandon this century and any other in which
you live and I will deactivate any traps such as the one your endured this
afternoon. Fail to accept my challenge and I will take you by force and keep
you for the remainder of your existence without regard to the consequences this
has for the established time line. Because of today’s ordeal, I do not expect
you until Friday. Our battle will occur in the abandoned castle located 20km
north of the border of Scotland and
England. Your invisible plane has the coordinates. Be there at sunrise.
Grimbor,
Master Chainsman
Diana
called Steve Trevor and quickly met him in his office.
“Of
course I’ll approve your leave Diana” Trevor said after she explained her
situation. “I can attach you to an international cooperative undercover
operation which will cover three weeks and then you’ll need to recuperate for
the next five. You’re sure you only need eight weeks?”
“I hope
I’ll only need the weekend Steve” she replied blithely. “I’m not that bad of a
fighter.”
The old
friends both chuckled and Diana returned to her apartment to prepare for the upcoming
encounter.
II
Wonder
Woman felt rested and fully recovered from Grimbor’s first attack. She was en
route to the coordinates Grimbor somehow placed in her planes guidance system.
The flight lasted two hours and concluded with a soft landing in a pastoral lea
150 yards above an old time brick and mortar structure that looked in desperate
need of repairs. Prior to landing,
Wonder Woman circled the area three times carefully checking for any traps or signs
of danger.
She
walked in from the landing site slowly taking in the entire scene and making
notes of possible escape routes or strategic places should she need them later.
She circled the castle’s moat looking for the easiest entry point. When she
reached the land side of the drawbridge, the wooden plank lowered itself,
kicking up dust as it settled.
‘Bruce
said that sometimes the direct path is the best’ she thought as she crossed the
rickety surface and entered the inner courtyard. Empty punishment stands, wooden with holes for a head and two
wrists stood unused on the left side of the open area. The right side included
a dunking seat leaning against a long dried out well and some unoccupied seated
punishment stands with holes for each limb. Wonder Woman went to the door to
the keep and gently touched it. The door swung open and she entered, pausing to
allow her eyesight to adjust. The interior was reasonably lit and she could
detect no surprises.
Grimbor
appeared before her emerging from the darkness where he had observed her entry.
“I’m
pleased that you’re on time.” He said in a slightly sardonic tone.
“You
left me little choice” She responded. “No amazon can refuse an Honor
Challenge.”
“And
you accept the rules of my challenge?”
“Yes. I
beat you senseless, you surrender and I never see you again” Wonder Woman
replied exuding as much confidence as she could muster.
“In the
slight chance that I defeat you, you will agree to remain my companion until
your presence is needed to satisfy the historical records of my time.” Grimbor
replied.
“Your
terms seem severe.” Wonder Woman observed,” What if I tire of your company?”
“O.K.”
Grimbor parried that thought with his own, “If you can manage to leave, I guess
I can accept that.”
“Then I
agree to the terms of your Honor Challenge” Wonder Woman said dryly. “Let’s not
waste time.”
The
opponents circled each other visibly probing for any obvious weakness. Sensing
her opponent’s slight misstep, Diana leaped directly at him in a determined
effort to end the conflict quickly. To
her surprise, Grimbor neither ducked nor made any effort to avoid her tackle.
Her confusion vanished when she collided directly with the brick wall behind
Grimbor after she sailed through his holographic image. As she lay in a pile of
misdirected limbs, Grimbor approached her and grabbed a handful of her lustrous
mane of hair and tugged her head up off her shoulders. Clearing her thick locks
from her neck, Grimbor placed a self-securing collar on her skin and smiled at
the loud report of the device snapping closed. The sound restored whatever
energy the amazon retained and she quickly shrugged her attacker off her prone
body sending him tumbling across the floor of the room. She seized the moments respite to regain her
feet and finish shaking the cob webs from her mind.
Pointing
to the thick circular metal collar around her neck, she screamed at Grimbor. “I
thought this was a fair fight between us Grimbor.”
“It
is,” replied the chainsman. “I am a master chainsman as I said when I
introduced myself. Chains, bonds and restraints are a natural part of me. Judging from how nice your latest piece of
jewelry appears, you also are a natural in restraints.”
Grimbor
chuckled as Wonder Woman instinctively reached for the cold metal collar that
confined her neck and she tugged at the restraint with all her fury. As her wrists neared the metal, her
Amazonian bracelets became magnetically attracted to the collar. Suddenly she
was battling to keep her wrists free from this new peril. Her swift movement
towards her neck betrayed her as the momentum drove her bracelets directly to
her new collar and they clanged loudly in place. As her wrists became confined, her Amazonian strength drained
from her body and the sudden reduction in her strength caused her knees to
buckle. She fell to the dirt floor in front of her enemy fully aware she’d lost
the contest and quickly becoming afraid of the consequences of that.
III
Grimbor
rolled the sobbing amazon onto her back and lifted her left leg to his
shoulder. He slid her red boot off in a single motion and placed a shackle
tightly above her ankle. Dropping her left foot her replicated the process on
her right ankle. The shackles were not connected but the futuristic technology
prevented her from lifting her legs off the ground by herself. Placing his hands on her shapely hips,
Grimbor flipped the increasingly helpless amazon onto her face. His practiced hands worked their way over
her magic girdle seeking the hidden clasp that held her power source in place.
When he found his target, he manipulated the catch for several minutes until
the girdle burst open, relieving his captive of any remaining strength and all
of her hope of escape. Grimbor set her
girdle on top of her boots and turned
his attention to her boustier. The clasp mechanism was similar to that of her
girdle and proved little challenge to her futuristic enemy. Grimbor slid his fingers inside the
waistband of Wonder Woman’s blue tights and he smoothly slid her out of her the
last piece of her uniform. He replaced
her bracelets with shackles that already featured attached metal loops on the
exterior. Once again, Grimbor rolled
the beaten woman onto her back, this time in order to collect her boustier so
he could store it with the remainder of her uniform in a leather bag. He paused to appreciate the naked charms of
his conquest.
“Time
to get you dressed to travel” He said as he extracted a small calculator sized
device from his tunic. “Your Amazonian heritage suggests heavy shackles
connected by thick chains, but that would give you no hope of escape and I want
you to believe you still can escape. It’ll add to my pleasure as I enjoy you
whenever the spirit moves me.” Grimbor mused aloud as he rummaged through a box
full of his favorite devices.
He
placed a pair of gold bands midway on her upper arms and a similar set midway
between her elbow s and her wrists. Flipping a switch on the calculator forced
the bands on each arm to join effectively
rendering her arms useless.
Next, he pulled a large leather sleeve and laid it open on the ground
before maneuvering the passive women to a position where the top of this sleeve
sat at the base of her shapely rear.
Pulling the sides together, he laced the sleeve tightly closed,
immobilizing her legs. Then after taking a few moments to replace some toys in
their container, he slung the amazon over his shoulder, activated his personal
time travel device and the pair disappeared from the castle.
Because
she wasn’t a practiced time traveler, the journey proved exhausting and Wonder
Woman remained unconscious for several hours after her captor brought her to
his private moon in the year 3035. When Diana regained her senses she attempted
to stand up but found herself incapable of the act. Her neck was secured by a
bright blue collar that covered the entire length starting just under her chin
and extending slightly past her shoulders. Thick collar supports on each side
forced her to stare straight ahead, limiting her view to the oval doorway ten
yards in front of her. Her arms remained confined by the yellow bands that
Grimbor applied back in her own time. Her hands were no longer visible,
contained in small royal blue leather balls that were situated just outside the
range of her peripheral vision. Her elbows were held up by thin chains that were
connected to the horizontal bar three feet over her head. This horizontal bar
was ten feet long and was supported by two extremely sturdy metal pillars that
were firmly anchored in the floor. She
could see the reflection of the thick gold belt that encircled her waist
starting just below her firm bosom and extending just above the point where her
legs extended from her torso. Thick bars connected each side of her new belt to
the nearest support pillar effectively limiting her movement and holding her in
a standing position. The front of the belt left her womanhood fully exposed and
accessible. The shackles on her wrists and ankles remained and whatever force
the ankle shackles had that immobilized her remain ed in force. She didn’t
struggle, preferring to retain her strength for any possible escape
opportunity.
The air
in the room chilled slightly as the door parted open in five parts allowing
Grimbor to enter her cell. He carried a belt over his shoulder that was
modified from its original purpose of holding multiple daggers. In place of the
weapons, were an assortment of stuffers, vibrators and dildos and Wonder
Woman’s stomach became upset at the potential for her near future well being.
“Finally
among the living” smiled Grimbor as he set the belt down at her feet. “The
historical records claim that amazons were fierce warriors, proud, strong,
virtually unbeatable in combat, and yet here
you are wearing a costume of my own design and awaiting my pleasure.” He
smacked his lips as he circle the frame that held Wonder Woman motionless.
Despite
her best effort at self control Diana began straining at her bindings, twisting
and straining to no avail. Her bonds remained sturdy and unmoving. She refused
to speak, preferring not to give in that much to her captor.
Grimbor
bent over and selected a thick stuffer from the belt. He held it to her lips
and ordered, “Open wide.” Diana clenched her jaw, refusing to take the
obscenely shaped object in her mouth. Grimbor waited for several moments before
speaking.
“O.K.,
I tried to be helpful. Let’s do this your way.”
He
reached between her legs, seeking her lips in the base of her hairy pubic bush
and after finding his target, spreading the slightly moistening entry with his
fingers. He positioned the large stuffer at her puckering opening and traced
the rim with the tip of the stuffer, circling her multiple times until he noticed a trace of her excitement building.
Repositioning the stuffer, he began pushing it into her progressing partway and
then withdrawing before reentering her and pushing slightly further into her
unwelcoming womanhood. He withdrew the stuffer several times, each time
reinserting the phallus slightly further inside Wonder Woman’s increasingly
slick tunnel.
She
lost control and began moaning in response to her invader and her moans grew
louder with each invasion. Grimbor noted that her resistance lessened with each
plunge and he finally decided to push the stuffer in to the hilt.
Wonder
Woman screamed as the invader fully entered her orifice. Grimbor moved to
attach the straps that protruded from the base of the stuffer around her hips
securing the stuffer in place inside hi captive. Even with her magic girdle,
Diana doubted that she could eject the phallus. She moaned loudly berating herself
for her lack of control with each echoing sound. She felt herself getting sloppy as her love juices increased in
response to the latest addition to her captivity.
Grimbor
placed his hands on her heaving breasts and he began massaging her generous mounds.
Moving clockwise on her right breast and counter clockwise on her left side he
pushed her breasts into her ribcage before latching onto her nipples and
pulling her flesh as far from her body as he could maintaining a gentle touch
as he did so. Her nipples became hard as diamonds as his fingers played her
flesh like a musical instrument. She
began to quiver and pulse as he continued his attention to the finer points of
her anatomy. Finally she was defeated by the combination of her rubber lover,
her skilled captor and long decades of abstinence and she came hard. She went
off like a string of fireworks for several minutes before she settled into a
dopey hazy half conscious state.
Grimbor
released her bosom and stepped back from her allowing her to slump as far as
her bonds allowed.
“I
think I’ll leave you to get acquainted with your new friend.” He announced as
he collected the belt from the floor. “You need to get a little bigger down
there before you’re suitable for me. Tomorrow we’ll try on the next size up.”
Grimbor
hung the belt on a nail located out of her line of sight. He paused staring at
her confined figure with her firm breasts, hardened nipples and plump rear and
he was pleased with the picture he had created. Then he left her and she knew it would only get worse he
returned.
IV
Based
upon what Grimbor told her during their encounter in her own time, Wonder Woman
knew she wouldn’t be a captive forever. Apparently some futuristic rule
required Grimbor to return her to some point nearer her own time where she
played such a significant role in the course of her adventures that 31st
century historians remembered her deeds.
This was little comfort to her in her current state as she struggled to
keep up with Grimbor as they marched down a very lengthy hall. Grimbor was
dressed in his standard uniform, a body hugging dark brown skin tight leather
jerkin that covered him from his neck to his knees. He smelled clean offering
no evidence of their one sided wrestling from the previous evening and she
thought to herself that it was unusual for him to clean up so thoroughly if he
intended to make use of her again. Her time with Grimbor taught her that he was
indeed the master chainsman he’d claimed to be and if he didn’t intend to use
her, he probably was going to confine her in another of his many bondage
devices. She desperately wished she could see his face in order to read his
mood, but she no longer remembered the last time her head hadn’t been covered
by one of Grimbor’s many bondage helmets.
Before
he’d encased her head, she noted that the leather bore the royal blue color of
her uniform pants complete with white stars. She uttered no complaint as she
stumbled along after Grimbor since he’d made a habit of keeping her mouth
occupied by a rather sizable penis gag.
He tugged on the leash which connected to the chain that dangled between
her breasts. The chain was anchored by two extremely firm nipple clamps with
sharp teeth that bit into her soft flesh at the widest part of her vulnerable
titflesh. Despite her ordeal, her
breasts remained as firm as ever proudly jutting out from her chest and even
suffering from the tender mercies of Grimbor’s current device, they remained
perfectly formed. Her lower region was not so lucky. Since she regained consciousness
in her first cell, she’d been plugged up by a series of devices which steadily
increased in size and widened her until Grimbor was satisified. From that point
forward, the only relief she got from manufactured stuffers was when Grimbor
took the time to probe her womanhood. Her current dildo was the widest he ever
forced into her and her insides chafed slightly as she hurried after the
chainsman. The device was another of this centuries technological advances as
it created its own moisture to minimize the discomfort of its presence. The stuffer was anchored in place by her
skimpy panties, the base of which included a gasket that held the outside of
the dildo in place. The panties were a variation of her gold and red boustiers
colors and fit tightly against her waist courtesy of the futuristic material
that formed the waistband.
At her
shoulders and thighs were four bright red bands which Grimbor installed shortly
after taking possession of her. The
bands responded to one of his hand held devices and served to remove her
ability to control her limbs whenever it pleased Grimbor.
The
hallway echoed with the loud sounds her bare feet made as she clopped along
after the contrastingly soft sounds that Grimbor’s ancient style footwear made
as they completed their journey through the cold passageway. Her body retained
it’s innate capacity to withstand extreme temperatures but the breeze she
encountered during their walk affected her more than usual. Being separated
from her belt was steadily robbing her of her powers and abilities. She could
only hope that this trial would end quickly.
The
pair stopped walking thirty yards before the end of the hallway in front of
another telescoping portal. Grimbor revealed the keypad and entered his access
codes allowing the portal to spread apart. He jerked the chain more sharply
than he’d previously done and pulled her into the chamber behind him. Because of the bands at her shoulders, her
arms were completely unresponsive and she entered the chamber unable to stop
herself as she stumbled after her master.
The
room like most of the chambers in Grimbor’s estate contained only the objects
necessary to Grimbor’s purpose for the room and whatever occupant he chose to
fill a specific place. Wonder Woman used the limited vision that her helmet
allowed to inventory the contents of her newest cell. She saw a harmless
looking modestly padded chair set upon parallel metal runners, an extremely
thick dildo mounted on sawed off two by four, the two foot high table upon which
the sex toy sat, and a box leaning against the far wall of the room.
“Sit”
ordered Grimbor as he pulled her toward the chair. Since she didn’t move fast
enough for his purpose, he placed his hands on her shoulders, spun her and
pushed her into the waiting chair. Wonder Woman braced herself for the
inevitable sexual based attack that must be forthcoming, but the only thing
that happened was Grimbor dropping the leash and exiting the room. Diana held
herself perfectly still. During her captivity she’d tripped many laser based
sensors and she was still sore as a result. Her internal clock was so screwed
up that she no longer had any idea how much time passed before a slot in the
ceiling opened and a small screen descended to a level directly in front of her
restricted view.
The
screen filled with the image of Grimbor’s face and it took the full extent of
her self control not to scream at the smiling man in front of her.
“I
thought that we might try something different today” Grimbor announced to his
captive audience. “This room is a death trap. Make no mistake, despite my duty
to return you intact to your own time at the proper instant, this death trap is
real. When I conclude my explanation, the air in this room will be evacuated.
If you’re still here, you will die. Over the time we’ve spent together, your
powers have diminished to such a level that you no longer can exist outside an
atmosphere.” Grimbor paused and smiled at the seated amazon. His view of her
firm bosom showed that she was breathing heavily, either to take in as much air
as possible or because she was experiencing increased fear. Neither really
mattered, he just enjoyed the view for a few moments.
“I am
not evil in the truest sense of the concept so I did leave you an out.
Somewhere in this room is the key to your escape and survival. Find it and you
have the means to escape if you can determine how to use the key
correctly. I’ll even give you one more
thing to help you. Try out your arms, stiff as they may be, you can use them.
Good luck.”
Grimbor’s
face vanished and the screen now displayed a bar graph. The label indicated the
oxygen level in the room and Diana could hear a slight woosh as the air began
to escape. She calculated from the decreasing level of the bar that she had
twenty minutes to secure her freedom. First she tried to pull the bands off her
arms and legs but she quickly realized this wasn’t possible. She did remove the
clamps from her sore tits, tossing the chain into the corner before resuming
her examination of the cell. She still had seventeen minutes or so and she
could feel no hidden panels on the door or walls. In the next three minutes she
determined that the floor was solid with no uneven places or possible
egress. With around ten minutes
remaining her eyes caught the thick dildo seated by the wall silently beckoning
to her.
‘He
spent several days, I think, adjusting me for his own well endowed member,’ she
thought. ‘Could he mean for me to impale myself on that thing?’
She
felt the passage of time and realized she needed to make a decision. She was
certain that the sex toy was the key. Grimbor certainly had video surveillance
available so he could enjoy whatever she did to save herself. She tried to lift
the device from its perch but the dildo was secured to the table and she lacked
the capacity to lift it. She prepared to squat onto the tip of the monster when
it occurred to her that Grimbor tended to prefer her on her knees. With that
thought came the realization of just what Grimbor wanted. She knelt in front of
the giant member carefully spreading her knees to allow a full view of her
virtues. This reflected a painful lesson that Grimbor taught her during the
initial stages of her captivity to never block his view of her most private
region. She leaned forward and lightly bussed the tip of the dildo with her
lips before recoiling. The awareness of her limited time propelled her to
return to the dildo and begin to encircle it with her lips. She tried to inhale
as much as she could before her gag reflex forced her off the end of the toy.
She immediately resumed engulfing the thing in her mouth. She began bobbing up
and down on the dildo taking as much of its length into her throat and working
it for all she was worth.
Wonder
Woman felt the time was close for all the oxygen to be gone so she began
furiously deep throating her newest
plaything. The imminent danger sped her actions and she built up a speedy
rhythm working the member for all she was worth.
Unexpectedly,
the monstrous veins on the dildo began to pulse and contract slightly. Being
inexperienced (at this point in her adventures) she was completely surprised
when the tip of the member parted imperceptibly and white fluids erupted all
over her face. Part of the fluids got
into the narrow eye slits of her hood and caused a burning sensation. Wonder
Woman fell backwards on her buttocks completely embarrassed by the explosive
sex toy and bothered by her attempt to escape. She did notice that the air leak
no longer was happening. The bands at her arms and legs unsnapped and fell off
her body.
She
rolled the material of her hood upwards off her head finally freeing her hair
and face. She spat out the gag and tried to clear her throat or at least
eliminate the taste of rubber from her mouth.
Wonder Woman wobbled as she stood up then she examined the room again
but with a clear view for the first time in a long time. The only thing in the room that hadn’t been
involved so far was the box leaning against the back wall. Despite the fear
that her recent experiences filled her with, she approached the box. Opening
it, she found her uniform complete with everything but her magic girdle.
“It’s
better than anything I’ve worn in a long time” she said aloud to nobody in
particular, just happy to hear her own unmuzzled voice.
She
stepped into her hot pants and quickly fastened her boustier in place. She sat
in the chair long enough to slide her boots on and after primping her hair, she
restored her tiara to its usual place. She checked the box again for her magic
girdle but found nothing.
‘The
only thing I need to do now is get out of here and find my way to Grimbor’s
time machine and get home. Maybe my JLA friends can help me with this guy ’ she
thought.
At this
point, the portal spread open and Grimbor reentered the cell carrying her magic
girdle. He eyed her for several moments, drinking in her image as if she was
about to go somewhere. He casually flipped the girdle to her and she caught it
almost greedily.
“You
know that once I get this on, I’m going to kick your ass?” she growled as she
hurried to secure her girdle at her hips.
“I
suppose you mean to beat me just like you did in your own time” he retorted as
the loud snap of her magical power source settled in place.
She
moved much faster than he remembered and grabbed him by the neck lifting him
off the floor.
“Any
smart remarks before I beat you senseless ‘master’?” She snarled as she cocked
her arm back in preparation.
“Just
one thought,” Grimbor replied. “When you put your girdle on you closed the
circuit on a one use time displacer. In five seconds, you’ll be back at the
castle. See you next time.”
As
Wonder Woman faded, Grimbor noted the look of surprise on her face. He landed
on his feet and used his hand communicator to summon his staff to clean this
room. Then he made his way back to his library, eager to calculate the next
time he could safely bring Wonder Woman back for some more entertainment.
V-Epilogue
Diana
awoke in the outer courtyard of the castle and quickly realized she was back in
her proper place in the time stream.
She vaulted over the wall and sped back to her invisible plane. While
she ran, her tiara buzzed, indicating the Justice League emergency signal. She
touched her insignia and said:
“Go
Ahead.”
“The
Secret Society is acting up again Wonder Woman” transmitted Barry Allen, the
recently restored Flash. “We need you in London. How soon can you get there?”
“See
you in fifteen minutes,” she responded as she climbed into her plane and began
to prepare to take flight.
The end
of this chapter. Whether or not there is a second chapter depends largely upon
my writing muse, any public demand, and the benevolence of fine folk like Mr. X
who post these things.