WONDER WOMAN

IN

UNFORGETABLE: Three Of A Kind

Part One

Washington D.C. 2012

Her small perfect breasts heaved slowly in front of him, making his hard cock throb with desire. She was so beautiful, much too beautiful to be an FBI agent. Strong, intelligent and resourceful. Qualities he admired greatly. She was not however, his usual choice he much prefered curvier subjects. Shallow perhaps, but that was his way. There were of course exceptions to the rule and this one was just that.

She stirred, the drug was beginning to wear off. Her resistence and ability to recover quickly from its effects was impressive. He had chosen well, a prize speciman indeed and if he was honest an indulgence; but then, a beautiful woman, was a beautiful woman. Even one with small tits.

The large ringlets in her hair fascinated him, as did her smooth olive skin, gorgeous green eyes, that lovely almond like face and slim body.

Her eyes slowly opened trying to focus. “Shhh agent sexy, just relax.” He whispered stroking her hair gently, then watched her try to sit up, the straps held her firm, she tried again and again. “ohh you are a marvel agent sexy, so fiesty too; I love that.” He placed a clear plastic face mask over her mouth and nose, then pressed the silver stud on top, there was an audible click, followed by a gentle hiss. “That's it agent sexy, just - breathe.” She tried to turn her head away, writhed a little in the straps .

He felt the throbs, she was a fiesty one, he loved that, really loved strong subjects. The struggle, the resistsence always made him so very hard. Placing a hand gently on her forehead, he held her in place. Pressed the mask back down, activating the stud with a click, followed by a gentle hiss.

“Just - Breathe, agent sexy, Just - Breathe.” Her eyes began to close, then roll as she continued to resist fighting to stay awake, then, finally her body went limp. The straps were unfastened then he began the slow pains taking process of undressing her.

This was a process he savoured - the unwarpping of each, exquisite beauty.

Each time was like the first. He sat her limp form up removed her blue jacket, to reveal a cream blouse and shoulder holster. The straps of the holster came off easily, then laying her back down he started to very slowly unfsten each button to reveal a pretty cream lace bra covering her small but oh so very firm tits. Small ones did very little to excite him as a rule, but she was blessd with two very succulent cherry like nipples, these more than compensated. He smiled inwardly, knowing that they would be extremely sensitive.

Next he unfastened the belt of her dark pants, then the zip, followed by the fasteners and slipped the pants down her very lovely legs. Oh yes agent sexy was a work of art. Folding her jacket and pants he placed them n the plastic storage bin next to her shoes that he had removed earlier. Then turning back he removed her blouse, leaving her in only her bra and panties.

Looking through her clothing he found the black walet containing her credentials, the photo within despite being very official none the less showed off her beauty: “Well how do you do Special agent, I'm so very pleased to make your acquaintence; so very pleased indeed.”

Gently turning her on her side the catch to her bra was released and the item gently removed, then the panties followed. Agent sexy was stunning and obviously looked after herself. Her body was toned, thighs firm. This was indeed a very healthy speciman. He undressed folded his clothes neatly and placed them on a chair then lay down beside her, waching her chest slowly rise and fall.

He would enjoy her tonight.

New York City: 2014

Detective Carrie wells stopped at her favourite coffee shop, it was her morning ritual before heading into work. Just as the coffee was handed her cell had buzzed.

“Where are you?” Came a female voice.

“4th and Lincoln.”

“Ok I'm almost there.”

A car had pulled up shortly after being driven by Detective Cherie Rollins-Murray without a word Carrie climbed in.

“What's the hurry?”

“Boss wants us to look over a crime scene.” Cherie replied not taking her yes off the road.”

“Why us?”

“For you in order to use that awesome memory, and for me - for me, because I may have have come across this before. It's all in the file in front of you.”

Carrie didn't ask for more information and grim look on Cherie's face told her that now was not the time to do so. Instead she scanned the file, despite its thickness it took her barely ten minutes to soak up the contents, the final report answered all of Carries questions.

Upon arrival at the house the two detectives cut the police do not enter seal put on latex gloves then entered.

“The victim is one Simone Devereaux daughter of Senator and Presidential nominee Reese Devereaux. Simone is 31 and a partner of the prestigous law firm Alan and Lester.She went missing sometime yesterday evening after arriving home from work.”

Carrie listened as Cherie gave her the salient facts then began to assimilate it along with the contents of the file. Suddenly she froze, listened, then drew her gun, Cherie followed suit and the two started to climb cautiously climb the stairs. Carrie stopped just outside a beddrom door nodded to Cherie then kicked it in. The two detectives entered quickly weapons ready.

“NYPD don’t move!” Carrie shouted leveling weapon at the figure in front of her. The two detectives stopped dead, standing in front of them was Wonder Woman!

“So that's it. I'm here investigating Simone's abduction.” Wonder Woman stated, finisning her explanation.

“And you suspect it's him don't you?”

Wonder Woman locked eyes with Cherie. “I know it's him - and so do you.”

Cherie shivered, as much as she had hoped it wasn't every indication she had seen so far led to the inesscapable conclusion. “Yes. It's him, it's been almost two years, but it's him.”

Carrie looked at Wonder Woman then to Cherie. “Look I'm up to speed from the file but is there something you're both not telling me?”

“The file's not complete Carrie. You would have seen from the finaI report that I was the senior Investigating Agent on the task force tracking this sicko down. What it doesn’t say is that - He's the reason I left the Bureau.” With that Cherie began...

“He was unofficially dubbed the Impregnator, he'd been responsible for the abduction of a number of wealthy women. At first we couldn't work out why he had chosen them, so the bureau brough it a consultant one Doctor Edward Boothe. Little did we know we had our suspect hiding in plain sight.”

“You mean Boothe?”

“Yes. He just led us on goose chase after another and we could never work out how the suspect was always a few steps ahead of us.”

“But why the Impregnator label?”

“What has never been made public and is not in the file is the women targeted were also - super heroines. Somehow Boothe had discovered their secret identities then captured them in order to subject them to his sick plan.”

“To make them pregnant?”

“Yes Carrie.” Replied Wonder Woman. “Boothe wants to create a legacy of super children a combination of his and superheroine DNA. He was partially successful with two superheroines.”

“So what happened? What led you to leave the bureau?”

Cherie glanced at Wonder Woman. “I failed to catch Boothe, failed to recognise he was the impregnator until it was too late.”

“What happened?”

Cherie remained silent for a moment deciding how to respond. “I became one of Boothe's captives.”

“You what!” Carrie exclaimed. “You mean he...”

“No. Not being a superheoine I wasn't worthy of his DNA. I didn't meet his sick criteria for that.”

“Then what?”

Cherie took a deep breath, this was the last thing she wanted to discuss, even with one of her friends. “He kept me as his...” Cherie stopped. “His sexual play thing for two days.”

***

Across the road from Simone Devereaux’s apartment Boothe sat in his van watching and listening to the three women's conversation, pleased that his micro cameras had remained undetected by both the NYPD and FBI. At first he had been angered to arrive only to discover that house was not empty, he had wanted to recover his equipment. But now he sat quietly his mind racing at the seredipodous ooportunity that now presented itself.

This was beyond his wildest dreams!

Not only was Wonder Woman on the scene but... former special agent - now detective sexy and... To cap it all...

Detective memory girl was present also. He had read much about her exploits, of her incredible ability to remember everything she experienced. A quasi super heroine if ever there was one.

Could he? Should he? Boothe debated then smiled. Lifting the remote control from the passenger seat he checked the readings. He smiled at waht he saw, there was more than sufficient available to achieve his goal. He turned the dial to maximum then pressed the buttons. On his laptop each room in the house lit up to confirm the gas was being released. Then he pressed another button that silently sealed the doors.

Then he watched with fascination as the three unsuspecting women continued talking unaware that they were being silently drugged.

***

“Is it me or is it getting warm in here?”

“I don't think so Cherie...” Carrie stopped abruptly, she suddenly felt warm the room began to blur.

Wonder Woman suddenly felt woozy, she swayed a little, her vision blurred. The realisation hit her. “Gas!” She leapt at a nearby chair lifted it with the intention of throwing it at the window as soon as she did so her legs became like rubber, unwilling to support her weight she dropped the chair then fell to the ground next to the two now unconscious detectives.

***

Boothe moved quickly, unsealing the house and quickly dispersed the gas. He entered and ensured the three women were fully unconscious giving each a pressure hypo shot in the neck to be sure. He removed his micro equipment, and gas aray from the air vents then transferred the three limp forms to the back of his van before driving away.

Later he sat quietly looking at his three captives on his CCT, their arrival had his full attention, he no longer cared about Simone Devereaux she was nothing compared to what he now had before him; just the rich spoilt brat of the next President. But, he decided still be processed. He had after all gone to a lot of trouble to obtain her.

In the past he had focused on Superheroines, they were after all the only women worthy of his gift, his DNA, his genius. Ms Americana and Got Girl had proven to be exceptional specimans. He would have continued had it not been for Special Agent Sexy.

Laying low these past two years he had not been completely inactive, silently searching for new targets. And now he had that with Wonder Woman. As for Detective Memory girl? Ok she wasn’t a superheroine per se; but she was an extraordinary woman all the same and therefore without doubt a prime speciman.

And then there was detective/ former agent sexy. Man she was something. Still very beautiful. He smiled at the thought what the hell! He had never had so many specimans at one time.

***

Boothe made his way to the holding rooms, Simone was sleeping peacefully in the first. Her large tits slowly rose and fell as the palstic oxygen mask pumped full of sleeping gas. Sleep well Miss Devereaux we shall be getting acquanted very soon.

In the next room lay the sleeping form of Wonder Woman. On the table lay her belt and lasso. Boothe smiled, his two years off the grid had paid dividends. During his research he had unearthed the secret Project: Frauline file of the German SS. Contained within were the secrets of the Wonder Woman’s vulnerabilities. Secrets he would now use to his advantage.

There was a gentle hiss and Boothe injected Wonder Woman in the neck with the pressure hypo. There wasa brief pause as the drug entered her system, then she stirred. Boothe sat down and waited. Wonder Woman’s eyes flickered, then her fingers twiched, her legs followed, then her head moved. Slowly, her body began to awaken, nerve impules from the brain began to get through no long stuporfied by the concoction of drugs.

Slowly Wonder Woman regained her senses, her eyes focused making out the leering figure of Boothe.

“Welcome back Wonder Woman. Recover quickly please we have much to discuss.” Boothe then chuckled. “Actually, it is I who will do the talking and you the listening.”

Wonder Woman tried to move, but she was just too weak. In addition her arms were bound tightly behind her back, her ankles also. And, to cap it all, a large ball gag filled her mouth making her jaw ache. She felt the drool run down the side of her mouth that the large ball was creating.

“Feel free to struggle.” Boothe laughed. “But you’ll be going nowhere without this.” He smiled holding up her power belt.

Wonder Woman lay quietly, there was nothing else he could do.

“No doubt you’re wondering what happened to your friends. They’re safe, look.” Boothe picked up a remote control and switched on a screen. There Wonder Woman could see the unconscious forms of Carrie, Cherie and - Simone Devereaux laying bound old mattresses each witha plastic oxygen mask over their faces.

“They are quite safe Wonder Woman, and will remain so as long as you co-operate.”

Wonder Woman lay still, she knew what his idea of co-operation meant. But the lives of the others were in her hands.

“Do you agree to co-operate?”

Wonder Woman nodded, she had no choice but to concede, for now at least. But the fast chance she got she would take this sick bastard down.

“Very good.” Boothe declared. “Now lets get you up shall we.” Wonder Woamn felt his hands upon her forcing her up onto her knees. “There, that’s much better.” Boothe cooed stroking her hair. “I’ve looked forward to meeting you for so very long now Wonder Woman. Of all those Super Heroines out there you are without doubt my favourite. Though I confess Ms. Americana was an amazing subject. Do you know I kept her for almost a month?”

Wonder Woman made no sound, didn’t even acknowledge his sick boasting. His hands touched her as he spoke stroking her bare arms, then her outer thighs. He began sniffing her hair. She shook in protest. The regretted it as he yanked her hair hard. No protesting now Wonder tits, remember the lives of your friends and the Devereaux girl are in your hands.

Wonder Woman froze.

That’s better. Much much better. Boothe cooed now fondling her tits through her bustier. Cupping them then squeezing.

“No. This won’t do at all.” He declared. the reached behind her and loosened the zip on her costume, then pulling it away and placing on the floor in front of her. Wonder Woman felt the col air of the room caress her now naked tits. “That’s much better, Wonder Tits be free.” He chuckled at his joke. Then started to fondle them, cup them then gently brush her large brown hipples with his thumbs. As hard as she tried she could not prevent her body reacting to the stimulation.

“Oh yes!” He whispered. “Crazy isn’t it? The ultimate contradiction, despite being my captive you can’t help but be turned on can you.”

Wonder Woman tried not react to him, but he was right. She was being turned on, her body was betraying her. “You’re so beautiful Wonder Woman, the Queen of super heroines and now - all mine.”

Wonder Woman felt her breasts flush, her nipples harden. She closed her eyes and preyed to Hera to take away the sensations her body was experiencing. She felt him kneel behind her push his crotch against her finger tips, they brushed the large throbbing bulge in his pants.

“That’s all for you Wonder tits.” He whispered. next she heard the unmistakeable sound of a zip being unfastened then his huge throbbing cock was rubbing against her bound hands.

“Touch it.” He whispered. “Touch it.” Wonder Woman closed her eyes then gently ran her fingers along his iron bar shaft. “More,” he instructed. “Stroke it.” Wonder Woman obeyed.

She could do nothing else.

“Very good Wonder tits, we’re just getting started.

To Be Cont...