WONDER WOMAN: The Break-Up by marat

Chapter One

Eddie Hrivnak had never been so nervous. True, he was only a 24-year-old graduate

student, and he had never been in anything like real danger, but this was something

very different. It was more than the darkness in the hallway, more than the usual and

unusual sounds of the old laboratory building. It was even more than his imagination

which, at 3:00 AM, was more active than usual. Well, this rent-a-cop gig helped to pay

tuition and it usually allowed him some time to do some studying. But he knew there

was always a chance that he might run into some problems.

Still, you’d think a school like the University of Delaware could afford to have more

than one security officer on patrol in this building. With all that DuPont money.

Especially given how things were now. Two days ago, four students at Kent State in

Ohio had been shot during an anti-war demonstration. For the last 48 hours, college

campuses across the country had been closing down, there had been riots and

fire-bombings of buildings, and anything that was connected to war-related research on

any campus was threatened. So what does ol’ U of D do? They bring in one security

guard for each of their four weapons-related labs. The other three guys were probably

ready to piss their pants, too, right now. That he wasn’t alone in his anxiety was some

small comfort.

Just at that moment, he saw a figure run across the end of the hall, thirty yards in front

of him. Well, this is why they pay me the big bucks, Eddie thought, and he took off after

the intruder. Even before he got to the hallway intersection, he heard the front door of

the building slam shut. The intruder had already got out, but Eddie raced into the mall

anyway, where the only light came from the antiquated street lamps some yards away.

He jogged up to Delaware Avenue hoping to catch a glimpse of someone running

away, but no luck. It was then that the far wing of the building blew up.

*****

It turned out there was someone in the building. A chemical engineering graduate

student was working alone in the upstairs lab late that night, when he dozed off. He

never woke up. The fact that he was working on a top-secret project for the Navy

meant Military Intelligence would have to investigate Eddie Hrivnak’s report of an

intruder fleeing the building just moments before the explosion. Steve Trevor and his

assistant Diana Prince arrived at the University within hours of the explosion and began

their investigation.

They made their headquarters at a motel about a mile from campus. After making Eddie

repeat his story four times, going over it in excruciating detail, some individual points as

many as seven times, they retired to their suite for the evening.

‘Well, it seems clear that the Security Guard saw the bomber flee the building. We

don’t have much of a description-male, young, well built, long, dark hair. But we’ve

started with less,’ Steve began, seated in a brightly colored motel chair.

‘Steve, let me offer an alternative view,’ Diana countered. ‘Suppose the Security Guard

was supposed to see the runner. To get him out of the building. Nobody knew about the

other student upstairs. Not even the Guard. He said the lab was locked and dark. Maybe

the bomber-or bombers-wanted to get everyone out of the building. They wanted to

destroy the lab, not kill someone.’

‘Sounds like Little Mary Sunshine is alive and well. Buildings are being attacked all

over this country, with very little regard for the consequences. A dozen military

projects have been hurt, one or two irreparably. These people don’t care about what

happens to anyone who gets in their way.’

Diana hated it when Steve got this way. When he adopted his ‘America-Love It or

Leave It’ attitude, she really began to have second thoughts about whether she had

more than a physical attraction for the big, broad-shouldered, handsome, . . . . well,

there was that. Just thinking about that made her shudder involuntarily.

Steve continued to berate the ‘hippies and draft dodgers who were ruining this country

and dragging down everything America stood for’ for several minutes more. Diana

stopped paying attention to him after only a few seconds. She had other plans to work

out. Mainly, how did this underground group know about the Forbin Project? She and

Steve had been briefed about it just before they came here, and, apparently, only a few

very top brass and scientists knew much about it at all. DuPont had secured a

developmental contract to create a new form of chemical weapon, to be used in the

war, as a means to push the North Vietnamese in the negotiations. It was a

hallucinogenic, combined with a barbiturate effect. The NVA and the Viet Cong would

be incapacitated by exposure. Diana would have to make her own independent

investigation later.

*****

Wonder Woman entered the wrecked wing of the laboratory from the roof of the

campus theatre next door. No sense attracting too much attention, she thought. Steve is

asleep, and Diana’s form could be seen in her own bed, in her own room. If people

knew that Wonder Woman is here, they might suspect that there’s more to this

bombing than a random act of terrorism.

As her knee-high, red leather boots dropped to the floor, she bent her knees to absorb

the force of the landing. She undid her golden lasso from the exposed beam and

replaced it at the proper place attached to her golden belt. Her star-spangled form

moved lithely through the rubble of the second floor lab. The bomb had gone off outside

the door, demolishing the lab and killing Peter Golden, who was asleep at a desk about

fifteen feet from the entrance. The location of the bomb indicated that the bombers

could not get inside the locked door. Or maybe that they didn’t care what was inside. It

was a leap, however, to assume they knew about the Forbin Project. But with several

well-known projects also going on on this campus, the likelihood that this was a

random act that just happened to strike a high government priority was small. Eddie

(‘Cute guy, Eddie. I wonder. . . . Oh, put that out of your mind now, woman.’) said the

door had been locked. As she stepped over the broken pieces of wall, lab tables, and

charred bits of other lab equipment, Wonder Woman’s sharp eyes caught sight of

something that had not been noticed earlier.

There on the floor was a small spot of glowing, phosphorescent substance. Now, Diana

had not been told much about the project, they very definitely told her that the

substance would not glow in the dark. Was it part of the explosive? No, there was a

trail of the substance, leading through one of the holes in the wall, into the interior of

the shattered building. She followed it like a trail of breadcrumbs.

Curiouser and curiouser. It led upstairs, toward the unused storage areas in this vintage

1950s laboratory building. Was someone trying to suck her in? She had the strength of

Hercules; everyone knew that. As she moved away from the rubble of the destroyed lab

and into the stairwell, the only sounds were the clicking of her three-inch heels and the

soft rush of her satin costume. She slowed as she got to the fourth floor, where the green

drops began to disappear and the residue traces were farther apart, like whatever had

been leaking was running dry. Or, it may be the beginning of a trap. Wonder Woman

brushed her long hair from her shoulders and slowly approached the door leading from

the stairwell.

*****

It was pitch black there. No windows at all, and apparently not even a crack in the

walls or ceiling. Fortunately, besides being a glorious liquid shade of blue, Wonder

Woman’s eyes could adjust to even this condition, though she still had to move slowly.

Feeling her way along the wall, her senses heightened by the diminished role of sight,

she heard nothing, smelled nothing, felt nothing but the ancient wallpaper, in some

spots peeling from the walls behind her. In this environment, it was possible for even a

superheroine to be taken by surprise.

It was a well-coordinated attack, and it worked because it was so well coordinated.

When she reached a point beside a doorframe, Wonder Woman stopped for a moment,

and at that instant the room filled with light. Three great lamps turned on, directly into

her beautiful face. Her hands flew up to her eyes as they closed in reaction to the

brilliance and she turned her face away. At that very instant, a strong young man, his

eyes protected by some kind of goggles, swung a four-by-four directly into Wonder

Woman’s midsection, right at the top of her golden girdle, where the golden eagle of

her breastplate anchored his feet. Though she wasn’t injured by the blow, its

suddenness startled the Amazon Princess, and she was slammed back against the wall.

Then another pair of hands grabbed the magic lasso from her belt, and before the

Amazon Maid had time to respond, she was a prisoner of the lasso’s magic.

‘Be still, Wonder Woman. You will offer no resistance,’ a voice said. Wonder

Woman’s eyes were still adjusting to the light, and she tingled around her bare

shoulders and upper arms where the lasso secured her.

‘The magic lasso compels me to obey,’ she said automatically. Powerless, bound by her

own greatest weapon, she reddened at the thought of how easily she had been captured.

Any time this happened to her, she knew she was in great danger. It was impossible to

tell what kind of person held the lasso, and she had no idea what this man wanted of

her. At the same time, the excitement of her incredible power under the control of

another excited her and she felt the tinge of wetness beneath her star-spangled tights.

She stood in the light, her heels together, her legs locked, her body rigid at attention.

What would he do to her?

There was a shuffling on the far side of the doorway to her right, and several black-clad

young men and women rushed past her. Some of them went into the stairwell, some

waited just beyond the line of the light.

‘We’re going to take you with us. We anticipated that you would show up to

investigate any attack on the Forbin Project. Especially when we saw that Trevor jerk

and his flunky wading through the lab today. You’re becoming predictable, did you

know that, Wonder Woman? Wherever he goes, you’re not far behind. You can almost

smell the musk in the air. Tell me, what do you see in him?’

‘He’s beautiful. When we hold one another, my whole body just melts into his arms. I

feel the wetness between my legs and I dream of him being there.’

‘Whoa, whoa! This is getting disgusting. Besides, it’s not what we’re here for,’ said the

voice.

With that, a man wearing a black turtleneck and trousers emerged from the shadows.

He was older than the suspect group (mainly undergrads), nearing thirty, balding, with

glasses. ‘Don’t concern yourself with remembering my features, Wonder Woman.

Before you’re released in the morning, I’ll give you an order to forget everything which

happens tonight.’

When she heard this, Wonder Woman’s spirit dropped. Not only would her memory of

events be erased because of the power of the golden lasso, but they were planning to

keep her all night. What did they have in mind?

‘So,’ the man holding the lasso went on, ‘if you don’t mind, we’re going to have to

render you unconscious so we can take you somewhere else. Then we’ll begin our little

inquiry.’

‘What do you mean “inquiry”?’ Wonder Woman asked. But before she could get an

answer, she saw a heavy white cloth smelling heavily of chloroform approach her face.

She heard another order not to resist through the haze as the familiar sickly sweet smell

filled her nostrils and the back of her throat. Her liquid blue eyes rolled back in her head

and in seconds she was utterly oblivious to what befell her.

Wonder Woman was carried from the building and placed in the trunk of a Pontiac

Lemans, which was waiting at the curb. The other equipment was loaded into the back

of a Datsun pick-up, and the two nondescript vehicles pulled away. It was barely

midnight as they moved unnoticed down Delaware Avenue. Dawn for Wonder Woman

was a long way away.

*****

Wonder Woman struggled back to consciousness. Her eyes opened dazedly against the

light. She was in a large room with stone and brick walls, and several doors leading

elsewhere. All the doors were closed. She lay on her back on a table of some sort, and

she felt the strong grip of a pair of hands on each of her arms and legs. She struggled,

but it was futile. She could not throw of the strength of the young men who pinned her

muscular, but chained, extremities to the flat surface.

‘It will do you no good to struggle, Wonder Woman,’ said the voice that was becoming

more familiar. ‘It is well known that your great strength fails you when your bracelets

are chained by a man.’ Wonder Woman was spread-eagle and utterly helpless. The fear

that had struck her earlier returned, but she quickly resolved to face her opponents with

all the courage she could muster. In addition, she was, after all, as beautiful as Aphrodite

and as wise as Athena. She hoped those talents might save her on this night.

‘I have some questions for you. You will,’ he said, as he now placed the golden lasso

around Wonder Woman’s neck and pulled it tight, ‘answer me truthfully.’

‘The magic lasso compels me to obey,’ said the helpless captive of the lasso’s power for

the second time tonight. Her throat’s sensitivity, heightened by the presence of the

lasso, seemed to thrill under the slight pressure.

For the next two hours, the helpless Amazon Princess answered question after question,

about Paradise Island, about her mother, about the society of Amazons and their history

and culture, about her abilities and limitations. Wonder Woman could not fathom what

her interrogator was after. After the first fifteen minutes, the balding man dismissed the

men who were holding her to the table. When Wonder Woman sat up, she saw that a

woman was taking notes on what she was saying and that there was also a tape

recorder on the chair between them. Powerless in the lasso’s magic, she could not resist

his persistent questions.

Finally, he nodded to the secretary, who stood and left, and he reached down and

switched off the recorder. ‘Now, if you will be so kind, please lay down on the table

again,’ he said softly.

As the beautiful but helpless Princess of Paradise Island did so, she noticed the other

young men returning to the chamber. ‘I’m actually sorry for this, but I don’t have

much money. And my work must be completed.’ Wonder Woman did not understand

the significance of this statement.

Wonder Woman’s arms and legs were secured by four of the men, and the fifth spoke

quietly with the man who was obviously their boss. Without a word, the boss walked

around the table and removed the golden lasso from around her neck. He sighed, and

then left the room. Suddenly, it dawned on the Amazon that she was in genuine danger.

She was again spread-eagle on the table, three feet of chain running between her

bracelets. This chain hung down over the edge of the table. Her raven hair also reached

over the table’s edge. She felt the pressure on her extremities sharply increase, as the

young men prepared for the muscular Maiden’s resistance. She breathed in quickly and

began to thrash about, her efforts futile against the four powerful bodies holding her

down.

The first young man stood to her right. He withdrew a hypodermic from his shirt pocket

and injected the Amazon with a drug whose effect would only soon become clear. She

continued to resist, but gradually weakness and disorientation overcame her and she

could not focus her mind on the struggle. She did not lose consciousness-that was the

insidious nature of the drug. She was to be awake and aware throughout her ordeal; she

would just be utterly incapable of resistance. As her resistance diminished, her captors

released her arms and legs. She could see them all smiling down on her. Wonder

Woman tried to sit up on the table, but the weight of the chains now seemed so

awkward that all she managed to do was to get halfway up and then pitch over the left

edge of the table, falling heavily to the floor.

The smiles remained on the faces of the five men surrounding her. Lying on her

stomach, she pulled her chained forearms under her shoulders and raised herself to her

knees and elbows. In this position, her hips and ass were higher than her upper body,

and one of the men walked over to her, placed his boot against the star-sprinkled blue

of her tights and pushed her, hard. She rolled over and over across the floor, the chain

rattling, her costume and boots rustling against the thin carpet. In her daze, the powerful

but helpless Amazon Princess could do nothing to help herself. She could not even use

what feeble strength she had in her bound condition to fight back. She lay on her back,

breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling. Sweat appeared on her forehead, as she

nervously watched her five antagonists approach her. One walked directly past her and

sat down on a stool, which stood in the corner. Two others stood next to him, one on

either side.

One of the remaining men grabbed her legs, tightly holding her leather boots and her

calves within. He turned her around on the flat of her back and dragged her about six

feet into the center of the room. There, the last man joined him. They kneeled on the

Amazon’s right and left sides and began to grope her body, her costume, and her boots.

‘Ooohh, no,’ breathed Wonder Woman. But her voice was weak and her speech slurred.

Her mind was awake and aware, but she could not get her body to respond. Then, she

said something she had never in her life said before: ‘Please. No. Don’t. Please.’ It

seemed to bring a light to the men’s eyes.

One pair of hands ran up and down her tanned, muscular, shapely legs, seeming to take

a particular relish in her round and powerful thighs. The hands alternated between

handling her roughly and gently. The gentleness she found somehow stimulating,

though she didn’t understand why. That too was the effect of the drug. The hands

passed over her knees and down to her leather boots. Fingers reached into the boots

and withdrew. The young man took the sweat he found there and rubbed it around his

mouth, in order to have the smell of the Amazon’s sweat wafting up into his nose. Then,

the same hands moved up the inside of her thigh and reached the crotch of her uniform,

finally penetrating her. Again, he wiped the Princess’ smell around his mouth. He did

this over and over.

The other pair of hands massaged her large and round breasts. As they did so, the

antagonist pushed downward on the upper part of her breastplate, gradually exposing

her now-firm and very sensitive breasts. Occasionally, he would bring his face down to

her and suck at the nipple, even biting it gently to elicit a groaning response from the

beautiful, utterly helpless woman on the floor before him. He licked her breasts, he

licked her throat, he licked her ear, he licked her face.

Wonder Woman couldn’t believe that she could do nothing. Even more, she could not

believe that the erotic sensations rumbling through her body. As the young men worked

her body she saw colours, bands of light, lumps of form and shadow, They increased as

she felt the sensations rising in her as she was stimulated by the four hands passing over

her compliant body. She breathed more heavily now; the sweat on her face and

between her legs flowed freely. Her heaving breasts were also soaked with rivulets of

perspiration,

flowing down into her bosom and off the side of her chest. The flowing streams of sweat

increased the activity of her tormentors. She heard their breathing become more ragged,

as was her own, and their gropes lost the occasional gentleness that had earlier marked

their work. ‘This can’t be happening to me,’ he mind told her. ‘Hera, help me!’

Then there was a new sensation. At the same time, both men opened their trousers and

pulled their cocks from within, still kneeling beside the helpless Princess. They now

began passing their members over and across the unresisting body of the Champion of

All Women. The man on her right, who’d been working her lower reaches, suddenly

straddled her thighs, grabbed the captive’s crotch, and sprayed his cum all over Wonder

Woman’s uniform. He came and groaned and came some more. The satin blue and

white star pattern of her tights, her golden belt, and the lower part of the eagle design

were covered with the runny white streams of his manhood.

Meanwhile, his partner on her left had scooted his body toward her shoulder, running

his cock over her neck, against her ravishing face, and into her splayed hair. Finally, he

too sprayed himself all over the prone Amazon. It shot into her cleavage, across her

bare upper chest, all over her face including her mouth, nose, and eyes, and into her

hair. And Wonder Woman could barely move.

‘I must fight back,’ the Amazon thought. ‘I must.’ As the two young men rose,

replacing their cocks in their pants, Wonder Woman made another effort to rise. She

felt the strands of cum run down her face and chest, and when she brushed her arm

against the front of her costume, the stickiness remained on the inside of her forearm.

By concentrating all her phenomenal mental power, this time Wonder Woman was

able to rise to her knees before her strength left her. She breathed deeply through both

mouth and nose and she felt the jism there run into her body. For a brief moment she felt

like retching. Now, the two men who had been standing in the corner approached her.

‘I must get to my feet. I can’t be this weak. I can’t simply lay here and allow them to

have their way.’ But she could only raise one leg and plant her foot on the floor.

Exhausted, her exposed breast fell against her naked thigh; her head fell forward, her

hair covering her face and part of her red leather boot. Her hands were on the floor, the

chain running between her wrists mocking her failed efforts even to stand up.

‘Wait.’ It was one of the men who had just finished with her. ‘We want a memento.’

They again crossed to the powerless woman, and standing on either side of her placed

an arm under each of her shoulders. They roughly dragged Wonder Woman to her feet.

‘Here,’ said one, as he handed a Polaroid camera to one of the waiting men. Wonder

Woman slumped between the men, her legs too weak to even support her. Her head fell

to her chest and lolled to one side, her hair covering both breasts. But the two men

smiled at the camera, and the one on the Princess’ left grabbed her hair and pulled her

head upright. Her mouth slid open, her eyes barely focused, but still the Amazon

recognised the humiliation that was being heaped upon her. After the photograph was

taken, the two dragged the woman to a darkened corner of the room. As they did so,

her boots scraped across the carpet. She tried to move her legs, to take even a single

step, but was unable. A wall switch was flipped; a light came on in the corner revealing

a full-length mirror in the wall. As the men supporting the once-mighty Wonder

Woman began to laugh at the spectacle, again they drew her head up and showed her a

sight she had never even dreamed possible.

Her hair was tangled and sweaty, mixed with cum that had been sprayed all over her;

her face, once beautiful, was haggard, her mouth hanging open, streams of jism crossing

it, her eyes half-closed; more cum was visible in the bare bulb overhead and her body

shone with sweat. Her naked breasts showed over the turned out top of her bustier, and

below them, the patriotic symbolism of the satin was marred by further white streams

running and dripping toward her legs. The men holding her upright laughed harder as

she tried to turn her head away. But they wouldn’t let her. ‘N-No,’ she said as loudly as

she could, her speech still slurred. ‘No…. You… can’t… you… can’t…. Please….’ They

only laughed harder. They raised her arms directly in front of the defeated woman.

‘Look at your chains, Amazon,’ one said. We can do anything we like. You’ve been

tossing men around like so many stuffed toys for years now. And now, bitch, it’s time

for payback. Beg all you want. We want you to beg. In that “God-Bless-America”

costume and with your high-and-mighty oh-so-righteous attitude, you need to learn

how to beg. Beg for your life. Beg for your honour. We want you to beg. But don’t expect to

get anything for all your begging.’ Then they simply tossed the humiliated form of the

most beautiful and powerful woman they had ever seen back to their comrades who

were waiting their turn with her. ‘Bitch!’ they said as she landed in the middle of the

room.

They took the camera and, admiring the developed photo, left the room.

Wonder Woman’s left leg hit the floor first. Then, as if she were an awkward runner in

a race to the finish line, she pitched forward to the floor. She landed full on her exposed

chest, and then rested on her stomach. Her arms were at her sides, the chain between

them running under her powerful but useless thighs. She moved her head, as she tried to

summon enough strength to rise. But because her weight lay on the chain, she couldn’t

move her arms more than a few inches. Then she felt two pairs of hands grab her and

pull her up.

The two men carried her to the table and placed her on it, on her back. ‘All right,

Wondercunt, let’s take a look,’ one of them said. The voice growled and was vicious.

Wonder Woman’s arms were raised over her head, and the weight of the chains

ensured that she could not move them. The man who had spoken grabbed her thighs.

For a moment, he enjoyed their muscularity, their roundness and their firmness. Then he

pulled the supine Amazon Princess toward him. Her red leather boots now hung down

toward the floor. He reached around to the small of the Amazon’s back and undid her

golden belt. Taking the belt in front, he yanked it from her middle.

Wonder Woman’s head rocked from side to side. Tears welled up in her eyes and

began to roll down her face. Her powerlessness, her helplessness, were total. Her

humiliation was total. Her mind was screaming at her to fight back, to kick one of the

men, to make any kind of show of resistance. To do something. But her body would not

respond.

‘No,’ she said weakly. ‘No,’ and this time it sounded like sobbing.

Without a word, the man standing between her legs turned to the job at hand.

Carefully, he pulled the edges of Wonder Woman’s blue and white-starred tights away

from her. As he did so, he leaned forward. In a harsh whisper he breathed at her, ‘Well,

Wondercunt, are you ready for a whole new experience?’ as the tights revealed her

cunt. ‘Or have you and Trevor made it? We’re taking bets that you did it with

Superman and that Trevor is still lying to the guys at the officers’ club.’

‘Stop,’ she whispered.

‘Not a chance!’

The tights, streaked with cum from the earlier masturbation, passed over the Amazon’s

perfect thighs, their roundness and muscularity amplified by their tan. They then crossed

her knees, and then the man stooped as he pulled them past her boots hanging over the

edge of the table. He placed them carefully on the floor behind him. There, just below

the perfectly flat stomach lay Wonder Woman’s cunt. He reached inside. ‘Hey, what do

you know? She’s wet. And they say women don’t want this.’ He began finger-fucking

her pussy, enjoying the sensations which he saw pass over her as she shuddered. She

arched her back and neck as he probed deeper and deeper, first with one finger, then

two. He squeezed her clitoris and the helpless Amazon softly groaned.

The other man turned his attention to what was left of her patriotic costume. As

Wonder Woman squirmed on the table, he reached around to her back and pulled off

her bustier and breastplate. He carefully placed this with her tights behind the man

between her legs. When the Princess of Paradise was stripped of her costume, both men

stopped to admire the physicality of this woman. Her head rolled from side to side.

Occasionally a whispered ‘no’ was heard. Then the man below returned to his

massaging and probing of Wonder Woman’s sex. With his thumb he flicked her

growing pink clitoris. The man working above began to gently stimulate her aureole.

Sweat was streaming down Wonder Woman’s body now. The spasms resulting from

the sexual assault had made her mouth dry, had caused her legs to jerk upward

uncontrollably, and left her head rolling on the table top. She could not think straight.

All she felt was the massive orgasm building in her. Her ears filled with the sound of

rushing wind, her eyes rolled in her head.

Then the man standing between her legs undid his pants and jammed his erect 10-inch

penis hard and deep into her. Wonder Woman screeched. That was all you could call it.

She wasn’t strong enough to scream. The rapist now pulled his huge, hard cock

outward and rammed it home again. He grabbed her thighs and, squeezing and rubbing

them, worked over the Amazon’s cunt.

At that moment, the fourth man undid his pants. He grabbed the Princess’ ebony hair

just behind the point of her tiara and turned her face toward him. His cock was erect

and, lifting her head from the table, he jammed her open mouth down onto his member.

Wonder Woman did not know how long the double rape lasted. The erotic surges, the

multiple orgasms, the disgust at her powerlessness, the taste of the man’s penis in her

mouth, the brutality of the man driving his cock into her vagina, the dryness of her

mouth as she was forced to suck one man while servicing another: All these sensations

combined to make her body respond utterly instinctively. She wrapped her lower legs,

still with the leather boots in place, around the middle of the man below her. This only

drove his ecstasy higher as he interpreted it as a sign of her submission to his power.

She turned and tried to grab the ass of the man at her head. The man watching her

laughed heartily at her debasement. And, all the while, the Amazon’s mind, not having

lost any of its sharpness, wished for death.

When the two men had deposited their sperm, they withdrew and the Amazon Princess

coughed as she tried to eject the cum from her mouth and throat.

The man grabbed her hair again and screamed in her face, ‘You bitch! You swallow

that!’ Then he slapped her, hard.

The other man, pulling his pants up, shouted a warning. Looking at the spot of the blow,

he reported, ‘There’s nothing there.’

Jism rolled out of her mouth and onto her cheek and chin. As the men returned their

cocks to their rightful place, they smiled down on their victim. Then, just as the pair

before them had done, they pulled the helpless woman to her feet and dragged her to

the mirror.

‘Look at yourself!’ one of them said. ‘Look at yourself, you cunt! This is the rightful

place for women. You’re not so high-and-mighty now, are you?’

Wonder Woman tried not to see herself, but they held her head firmly, and for all her

wishing her eyes would not close out the sight before them.

She was naked, except for her tiara, her bracelets and the chain running between them,

and her red boots. Her body was covered with soil and debris from the carpet. Her

boots were scuffed, her thighs, the curly raven hair of her bush and the lips of her sex

were sopping wet, her breasts were swollen and red, and cum was running out of her

mouth, down her chin and onto her chest. Dried cum was everywhere. Her hair was

soaked with sweat and her tiara looked like an ironic joke.

They called to the man who had watched it all from the stool in the corner, ‘Go tell Bob

we want his camera.’ The man left the room and quickly returned. Once again, Wonder

Woman was the object of a humiliating photograph. Just as the two had done earlier,

they stood on either side of her, one holding her head up for the camera. They smiled

broadly as the photo was taken. Then, just as they had set aside her star-spangled tights

and her red-and-gold breastplate, they tossed her aside as well.

Wonder Woman was beaten. She could not move. She knew there was one more man

waiting his turn and she knew she couldn’t resist anything he may have in mind. ‘I

want to die,’ she thought. ‘But I fear I won’t. Hera, hear my prayer. Help me.’

But the remaining man left the room with the other two. He did not approach the prone

Amazon. Wonder Woman’s body relaxed, eventually. She lay on her back, looking at

the bare ceiling. ‘Now, they’re going to make me forget all of this,’ she thought. ‘There

must be some way, some mind-control way that I can retain this memory. I must not

forget. I must not forget what they did. I must not forget who they are. I must

remember.’ But she knew that she would not.

The boss returned to the room a few minutes later. Wonder Woman still lay naked in

the middle of the floor. ‘Did you bruise her?’ he asked the four men who had worked

over the heroine. All of them shook their heads. He looked over her body, rolling her

over to inspect her back. ‘OK. Go get her cleaned up.’

*****

A short while later Wonder Woman was tied to a chair by her magic lasso. She could

feel her body coming back under her control, but her power was still checked by the

chains between her bracelets. She held her head upright and the anger and fury she felt

for these people was evident in her face.

‘All right, Princess,’ the boss said, ‘we’re going to send you back out on your own

now. As I told you earlier, I’m going to make you forget almost everything that

happened tonight. I will tell you what to remember and what to forget. You can bet

your ass you won’t remember the method by which I had to pay my associates.’

Suddenly everything became clear. Her mind screamed at her, ‘Of course. That’s

what’s going on. The questions. The mention of money earlier. The age of her

interrogator. He’s a graduate student doing a dissertation on the Amazons and me. He

captured me to get the answers to his questions, questions he knew I wouldn’t answer.

And, since he can’t afford to pay the muscle he needed for the capture, he had to let

them rape me.’ Her blue eyes turned dark and she shifted her weight in the chair, her

now-clean uniform rustling under her.

‘One other thing I want you to know, although you won’t remember this either. I’m not

through with you yet. I have some experiments that need to be undertaken.’ The

captive Princess now had a new set of questions racing through her head.

‘All right, let’s get on with it,’ he concluded.

He ordered her to forget almost everything that had happened since she entered the

fourth floor of the laboratory building. The only thing she was specifically ordered to

remember was that there had been other people with her on the fourth floor. Then, she

was given a shot of a sedative. Quickly she fell unconscious. The chains were removed

from her bracelets and replaced by a set of handcuffs.

She was driven back to campus, again in the trunk of the Le Mans. Once there, as the

sky was brightening in the east, she was carried up to the fourth floor, her hands were

freed, and she was deposited on the dusty floor of the storage area. Before she regained

consciousness, she was abandoned by her tormentors. The last thing they did was to

place a miniature radio-tracking device inside her golden belt. This would allow them

to be prepared to take her again when they were ready.

End of Chapter One

WONDER WOMAN: The Break-Up: by marat

Chapter 2

The sky was red that morning. As the sun came up, its blood-red light shone into the

blasted-out lab building on the main mall of the University of Delaware campus. Large

sections of the outside wall had been blown away, so that the cool spring morning air

gradually made its way through the building. In an hour or so, it would again be

crawling with police and investigators, looking for clues in another seemingly random

attack following the invasion of Cambodia and the Kent State massacre.

Up on the fourth floor of the building, the form of Wonder Woman stirred. She pushed

herself up and though she felt exhausted and dazed, her restored physical strength

allowed her to rise to her feet quickly. It was dark, but not totally. The heavy coverings

that had created the intense interior darkness the night before had been removed from

the windows. Not much light penetrated the small windows, however, because of the

stacked crates, which occupied the wall opposite her. ‘I must get back to the motel

before Steve gets up. He’s an early riser. The pillows and spare blankets that are stuffed

into my bed won’t fool him at all,’ she thought.

She raced down the stairs and out to College Avenue. With the swiftness of Mercury

she covered the mile back to the motel. Reaching their headquarters, she twirled back

into the aspect of Diana Prince. The boss, watching the screen that had eaten up almost

all of his research funds, saw the signal disappear. ‘See you soon, Miss Prince,’ he said,

smiling.

*****

As she showered and went through her morning routine, Diana wondered at the aches

that she felt. She wondered about the stiffness in her crotch. But most of all, the thing

that troubled her most, was what had happened on the fourth floor of the lab? She

remembered following the trail of the glowing green substance. She remembered that

there had been others moving about on the fourth floor when she got there, more than

one or two. And…? then she went blank. She had returned to consciousness sprawled

over some cardboard boxes. Had she been knocked out? If so, how? And what had

been powerful enough to keep her unconscious for six hours? She was as strong as

Hercules. If would have taken a very potent gas or explosive to put her down for that

long. And, if she had been gassed, why was there no residue smell in the closed fourth

floor to offer a clue? She would go there today, and probably again tonight to find the

answers to these questions.

As she emerged from the shower, her hair wrapped in a towel turban, she heard Steve

knocking at the adjoining door. ‘Diana, it’s time for breakfast. Are you ready?’

‘Give me five minutes, Steve. I just finished showering.’ Diana Prince sometimes

resented Steve Trevor’s feeling for Wonder Woman. Steve seemed to treat Diana as an

inferior, a lackey. There was never any concern beyond what might be regarded as

absolutely required of her. No consideration of her wishes or her expectations. Only

what was expected of the efficient, hardworking assistant. Certainly there was no

affection for the ‘plain Jane’ Diana.

She dressed and met Steve in the parking lot. They drove to the Howard Johnson’s and

over breakfast made their plans for the day. Steve had been called during the night, and

he would have to leave for the Proving Grounds at Aberdeen, Maryland, about 30

minutes south. He would set up a headquarters there to co-ordinate all of the

investigations in the region. There had been about six major incidents at Delaware, the

University of Maryland, and three other smaller schools. Diana would continue the

investigation of the Delaware incident, which particularly concerned the Pentagon

because of the connexion to the Forbin Project. If she needed another agent assigned for

additional help, she should let him know tomorrow. Steve would stay through the

morning and leave about noon.

*****

Steve worked at the lab that morning. Diana made her way onto the mall to see if there

were anything that could be learned on campus. The administration had decided to close

the campus at the end of classes that day, sending all students home, so Diana had only

a short time to find out anything that she could about radical organisations on campus.

But, as she expected, no one knew anything. Nobody had heard of them.

*****

After lunch, Steve left, driving to Interstate 95 for the trip to Aberdeen. Diana entered

the laboratory building and, as she expected, the glowing green substance was not

visible in daylight. She had to find a way to draw the attention of the investigators to it

without arousing their suspicion. She went into the stairwell, and in the privacy of that

closed space, twirled herself into the star-spangled form of Wonder Woman. The boss’s

receiver again picked up her signal.

Easily leaping the twenty feet to the fixtures lighting the area between the second and

third floors, she plunged the area into total blackness. Yes, the green glow was there.

Now Diana Prince would send someone here to find it.

When the local policeman reported to the investigators the presence of the strange

material in the stairwell, Diana Prince accompanied them. Samples were taken for

analysis, and guesses were made as to its nature. Diana would find out later what

determination was made.

*****

There were only a few students left on campus now. Many were watching the

investigators go about their work from the wide, tree-shrouded mall. Maybe they were

hoping to be there when a major break came in the case. Maybe they were hoping

another bomb would explode. Anyway, Diana decided to make one more pass through

the mall before returning to the motel. Near Delaware Avenue, she saw a group of

hulking strong young men, five of them. They seemed to be dividing their time between

watching the events in the destroyed wing of the lab, and sharing some dark secret

which made them laugh uproariously every once in a while. Diana approached them

and asked them if they knew anything about anyone or any group on campus that

would want to make a symbolic attack on the government or make a statement against

the war.

One of the young men looked Diana over and said, ‘You know what I think? I think it

was done, not to make a statement; but to cover up something else.’ As soon as the

words were out of his mouth, his friends gasped and looked at him in shock. Two of

them bundled up his arms and led him away.

One of the remaining students quickly told Diana, ‘That guy’s amazing. All year he

never has anything resembling a thought. Now he develops a full-blown theory.’

As the last two students walked down Delaware Avenue after their friends, Diana

looked after them. Something familiar about them stuck in her mind, but she couldn’t

put her finger on it. But the kid’s idea was one she hadn’t considered. The government

was so determined to see a conspiracy in all these events; maybe this one had nothing

to do with anything. But what would it be covering up?

*****

Diana returned to her motel room and began to logically assess everything she and

Wonder Woman had learned. It wasn’t much. She would have to go out again tonight

and try fill in some gaps—gaps, hell, they were yawning chasms—that remained in this

puzzle.

*****

It got dark early. The heavy clouds that began moving in late in the afternoon were

very threatening and it was as dark as night well before sundown.

Wonder Woman returned to the lab, again from the theatre roof. If there were

something else behind the attack, where to begin looking? Well, maybe the fourth floor

held the secret she was looking for. In any case, it was a place to start.

As she entered the hallway to make her way to the stairwell, she heard something in

one of the classrooms. It sounded like a couple fighting. She tried the door. It was

locked, but her Amazon strength quickly overcame that obstacle. Entering the

classroom, she saw one of the students she had talked with earlier that afternoon, and

he had pushed a female student up against the blackboard. His voice was low, but

Wonder Woman could tell that he was threatening her. In the florescent lighting, the

fear on the girl’s face was evident.

‘What are you doing to her?’ the Amazon demanded.

‘This is between the two of us,’ said the powerful-looking male. ‘Why don’t you just

go about your own business and let us settle this?’

‘It looks to me like your idea of settling a dispute involves some pretty rough methods. I

think you had better let the girl away from the wall and both of you should leave

separately. She may have grounds to charge you with assault.’

‘Please, Wonder Woman,’ the girl was near tears. ‘Don’t get involved. Don’t make him

mad.’

‘I think I’m already involved. And I think that you-‘ she pointed to the young man-‘had

better leave now.’

‘Fuck you, bitch!’ he spat at her.

Wonder Woman’s speed was amazing when displayed. In less than ten seconds, she

moved from the door to the wall, had secured the male student in her arms, carried him

to the corner of the classroom and secured him by using the metal chalk gutter from the

blackboard.

‘You really need to develop some sensitivity about treating and speaking to women,’

she warned him as he struggled.

The teenaged girl had sunk to the floor. Her shoulders were shaking and heaving, as she

lost control in the face of what had happened. ‘Oh, Wonder Woman, take me out of

here,’ she pleaded.

They went into the hall, Wonder Woman’s arm helping to support the upset student.

She fell against the wall and seemed ready to collapse. ‘Can I get you something?’ the

Amazon Princess asked.

‘Just help me get to that water fountain. I think if I get something to drink, I’ll be all

right,’ the tall blonde told her.

They made their way to the fountain. The girl took a short drink, and then reached into

her pants pocket. ‘I have a pill that will help me, I think,’ she said.

Wonder Woman put her hand on the younger woman’s arm. ‘You don’t need drugs,’

she told the student.

‘But this is soooooooo gooooooooooood,’ the blonde said. ‘You’ll have to try some,

too.’

What happened next shocked the Amazon. With one hand the girl pushed the

handkerchief she had soaked in the fountain to cover her own nose and mouth, while

with the other she pulled a small vial, about the size of a flashbulb, from her pocket. She

smashed the vial against Wonder Woman’s bare upper chest, above the eagle of her

breastplate, and, having done so, she dropped to the floor.

‘What--?’ The Amazon Princess felt dizzy as the gas swirled up to her mouth and nose.

Suddenly she saw all manner of forms of monsters and shapes of obscene colours racing

toward her. As she breathed in Forbin’s gas, the hallucinations gripped her mind and

her body with a reality not to be denied. She slowed and staggered to the wall, placing

her hand there to steady herself. Then she dropped to her knees, putting her hands on

the floor to try to slow the swaying of her body. As the gas dissipated, the student rose

and watched the Amazon reel, trying to regain a grip on reality.

The blonde smiled. She stooped before the helpless Princess and brushed her face with

the backs of her hands, looking deep into the deep blue eyes of the confused and

weakened Amazon. ‘Come with me, Wonder Woman. I’ll help you,’ the tall girl

offered.

‘Yes. Please, help me. I… I’m… I can’t see,’ Wonder Woman faltered. She reached up

and took the hand of her friend, rising from the floor slowly. The student led her to the

classroom where they had first met.

There stood the same five men who had watched and abused the Amazon Princess last

night, but the boss wasn’t there. The student whom Wonder Woman had wrapped in

the metal gutter was free. The strong young men took the paralysed Amazon and

carried her unresisting body down to the waiting cars. The blonde girl removed the

evidence of the activities in the classroom, then followed the others.

*****

Wonder Woman was returned to the house where she has spent the previous night, and

as the group removed her from the car, still bewildered by the hallucinations provided

by the gas, it was evident that it was the blonde girl who was angriest with the

confused prisoner. As Wonder Woman walked into the building, the girl, whose name

was Deborah, seemed in a fury. She spit at the Amazon who could do nothing to defend

herself. She slapped and punched at her, and tried to tear the patriotic insignia from her

costume. As Wonder Woman returned to the large basement room, Deborah was

attempting to kick her star-spangled ass.

Even as they again placed Wonder Woman on the table and secured the chains

between her bracelets, Deborah continued to try to attack her. She was screaming

insults about how Wonder Woman should be doing more for women, with all her

strength and power, instead of working for a man’s government, making war and killing

people all over the world.

The boss did not try to stop Deborah, though he was obviously upset about his subject

was being treated. It took about an hour for the effects of the gas to wear off, at which

point he took the magic lasso from Wonder Woman’s belt and used it to tie the

Amazon to a chair, holding one end to maintain control.

‘Welcome back, Wonder Woman,’ he greeted her cheerfully.

‘Welcome back?’ the captive asked, bewildered. ‘I’ve never seen you before, not have

I been here before. Who are you? Where am I? What do you want from me?’

‘So many questions. But, like last time, it is you who must answer my questions?’

‘Last time?’ What was this strange man talking about?

‘Well, we really don’t have time for pleasant conversation. We must continue our

work. I think you’ll find tonight much more pleasant than our last encounter.’ Every

time he made a reference to an earlier meeting, Wonder Woman’s face reflected her

incredulity and incomprehension.

The men cleared the room, a young woman, not Deborah, entered carrying a notepad,

and she took a seat near the boss. One of the young men returned briefly, carrying a

reel-to-reel tape recorder, which he placed near Wonder Woman. The boss turned on

the recorder and began asking questions. He asked about the ways in which Amazons

reproduced, the courting rituals, the role of sex, the relationships that developed

between the women on Paradise Island.

The questions and answers went on for almost two hours. Wonder Woman could not

understand the purpose of this. And why was she being recorded, both in notes and on

tape? The man seemed to know a lot about her and about Paradise Island. (A sudden

fear struck her mind: Did he know her secret identity? Did he know the location of

Paradise Island?)

But when he seemed satisfied, he nodded to the secretary, who walked quickly from

the room, shaking her long light brown hair from her bun.

‘Now,’ he said. ‘We have to conduct a social experiment. Observation is very much a

part of any kind of knowledge. So I’ll be observing what happens next, although I shall

try to be… unobtrusive.’ He released the Amazon from her chair, but kept her bound

with the magic lasso. ‘Walk over to that table with me,’ he ordered. Though Wonder

Woman wished to resist, the tingle conveyed by the lasso around her lower arms and

waist, where the lasso was tightly secured, told her she could not.

‘The magic lasso compels me to obey.’

‘Must you say that every time I give you an order?’ the boss asked, obviously flustered.

Wonder Woman looked at him uncomprehendingly.

‘Take off your costume,’ he ordered. Wonder Woman was powerless to resist this

command. She had been given it on many other occasions, by criminals intent on sexual

conquest, and even to simply humiliate her. It was an order Wonder Woman was

always afraid to hear, but this time, since her captor seemed so knowledgeable about

her, it was particularly distressing. He also was not like other criminals who had her strip,

who had done so with sex and abasement in mind. This man seemed not interested in

that kind of humiliation. The tingle from the lasso made her obey.

‘Ah-ah-ah,’ the boss cautioned, as she attempted to slide the magic lasso to the floor.

‘Keep the lasso on. Put your hands on it and raise it to your neck.’ The helpless Princess

of the Amazons did so. Then she began to shed her uniform.

She pulled off the golden girdle first, releasing the belt from behind and letting it drop to

the floor. The girdle had been her mother’s most precious gift to her daughter, made

from Hippolyta’s own girdle, which was a symbol of the queen’s own office. As she

coolly dropped it to the floor, Hippolyta’s daughter felt a rush of emptiness in the pit of

her stomach. The bustier and breastplate came off next, again released from behind. The

clinking links of the chain sounded the Princess’ own nervousness about obeying this

command. She stood before her captor wearing her tiara, chained bracelets, her blue

and white-starred tights, and her red boots.

The boss admired her full perfect breasts, which had now been exposed. He appreciated

the muscularity of her chest and the way her body curved to her narrow waist. The

star-spangled hip-hugging tights remained in place, but the helpless captive could not

resist the order.

The Champion of All Women pulled her tights off, revealing her round perfect hips, her

neatly trimmed pitch-black bush, her finely symmetrical and muscular cheeks, and her

vagina, now beginning to dampen in the face of her ordeal.

‘Lay down on the table,’ the boss ordered. Wonder Woman moved to the table and

stretched herself on its surface. ‘Spread-eagle,’ came the order from her captor. Without

a word, the Amazon spread her legs apart and raised her chained arms over her head.

Just then, the four strong young men entered the room. Wonder Woman’s eyes first

flew wide open, and then she forced them shut, for fear of what was to follow. She

could not resist, because the magic lasso compelled her by its power. But the young

men only took out leather straps and, passing them through holes in the table’s surface,

secured the powerless woman. The straps were wrapped around her legs at the thighs

and around her arms above and below the elbows. As the young men left, one moved

instead to the head of the table and raised that end to something just short of

perpendicular to the floor. Wonder Woman noticed that there were blocks beneath her

feet on which she rested her weight.

The boss now waited. After a few moments, his impatience began to show. ‘Where is

she?’ he asked the young man. The other just shrugged his shoulders.

Then one of the doors opened, and the young woman who had been serving earlier as

secretary entered, wearing a short, classical-type shift. She was graceful as she walked,

her legs showing experience as an athlete. Her hair was long, released from the bun she

had worn earlier, falling to her waist. Without a word, the boss handed her the magic

lasso and left the room.

The woman began to dance before the captive Amazon Princess. She moved with grace

and confidence, moving through the unfamiliar steps and rituals of ancient Greek

Terpsichore. Wonder Woman recognised it immediately as a close approximation of a

mating dance from Paradise Island. She had not seen this in years, and to see it done

well sent shivers up the naked Amazon’s spine.

The woman danced closer, finally brushing the naked thigh of Wonder Woman with

her dress. As the dancer spun and swayed, the Princess began to move sympathetically

with her. The dancer came closer again, pressing her strong young body against the

bound Wonder Woman. She began to undo the leather straps securing the captive. The

Amazon’s thighs were released first, as the dancer sinuously moved her body and

gently moved her hands across the round tan legs of the heroine. When both legs had

been freed, the dancer stopped between them and pressed her shapely hips upward

against Wonder Woman’s superb crotch.

The dancer ground her hips sensuously into Wonder Woman as she released her right

arm from the leather bonds. ‘Free your other arm,’ the dancer told the Princess. Wonder

Woman did so, though the awkwardness of the chains made it something less that

graceful. Continuing her dance, she took Wonder Woman’s hand. ‘Step down and

dance with me,’ she ordered. Wonder Woman tingled about the neck from the power of

the lasso, but this was one order she did not wish to resist.

Together with another woman with athlete’s body and the grace of a trained dancer,

the Princess from Paradise Island entered into the ritual dance. The two women moved,

complementing one another, the chained Amazon doffing her tiara and boots at

appropriate points in the ritual. They swirled around the room, the dancers closing

together and pulling apart in a dance of courtship, love, and mutual affection. Never

farther than the few feet of the golden lasso, they finally fell into one another’s arms on

the floor.

Without an order, Wonder Woman began removing the white shift from her partner.

The woman did not resist, but maintained her hold on the lasso. The two naked women

sank together, holding one another tightly. The Princess was the first to move. She

eased her partner backward onto the carpet, slid down her front placing her head

between the dancer’s strong legs. Her tongue reached out and parted her, enjoying

dampness that was already there, the result of both exertion and excitement. Reaching

further and turning her head slightly, the Amazon Princess found the sheath of her

partner’s vagina and, using her tongue, pulled it between her lips. She pulled her head

back, carrying the skin with it, and released. For three or four minutes, she proceeded

no deeper into the other sex than this, as her partner groaned and began sweating in the

face of the Amazon’s ministrations.

Then the Amazon pressed her tongue deeper into her lover’s sex. With the familiarity of

experience welling up in her memory, Wonder Woman navigated the geography of her

lover’s inside expertly. The dancer’s groaning and breathing soothed the lovely

Amazon Maid, as she enjoyed the experience of her role in this sex act and how it

contributed to the pleasure of her partner.

Meanwhile, the free hand of Wonder Woman’s sex partner moved delicately over her

back. ‘Swing around,’ she ordered the Amazon. ‘Show me your clit.’ Wonder Woman

came out from between her partner’s legs and moved to place her knees on both sides

of the dancer’s head. She settled her vagina into the prone woman’s mouth and

resumed her own oral explorations of the clit of her lover. With sure hands, Diana held

the breasts of the dancer below her, gently rubbing dark brown rings and nipples. At

the same time, the dancer, with her free right hand, did the same to the pink aureoles of

the superheroine.

When both reached orgasm, it was with a gush, and their ready mouths absorbed the

love they generated in each other. Then, spent, they just lay on the floor, Wonder

Woman atop her beautiful partner.

Wonder Woman’s respite was too short. Not more than a few minutes had passed

when she felt the noose of the golden lasso tighten around her neck. Her head was

pulled sharply upward. ‘Stand up,’ came the order from another female voice.

The captive Princess felt the familiar electricity of the compelling power of the lasso

urge her to her feet, as she stepped over the supine figure of her naked lover. Wonder

Woman looked down on this figure and a tear formed in the corner of her eye, as she

briefly recalled the sense of love she was giving up. As she moved away, the dancer

stood up, gathered up her shift and the star-spangled costume of the Amazon, and

gently left the room.

She was now in the control of the tall blonde, Deborah. Deborah was dressed in black

leather. A patent leather cap set off her blonde hair, a short black leather jacket with

metal studs barely covered her breasts, her cleavage well defined through the open top

of the jacket. Black leather panties covered her hips, and black leather thighboots

completed the ensemble.

‘On your knees, superheroine,’ she ordered. Powerless to resist, the Princess of the

Amazons slowly sank to her knees, reddening at the thought of being called

‘superheroine.’ The chain between her wrists gave the lie to that title. ‘Now,’ the

blonde continued, ‘on all fours.’ Wonder Woman did as she was ordered.

‘Heel!’ was the next command, and the Princess obediently followed the girl across the

room, then turned around with her and followed her back. In the center of the room

again, Deborah reached down, tousled Wonder Woman’s long black hair, and said,

‘Good girl.’

She then kicked the Amazon’s right arm out from under her. Wonder Woman fell

heavily on her face. ‘Knees and elbows, superheroine!’ she was told. There was that

word again.

‘You enjoyed your sex with that dyke. Let’s see if you like my version as well,’

Deborah scolded. And with that, in front of Wonder Woman’s face, she produced a

dildo. ‘Are you ready for this, ‘superheroine? We’ll see how your ass can take this

sixteen inches.’

Wonder Woman lowered her head and placed it on her forearms, which were lying

crosswise on the floor. She always feared the loss of her magic lasso. Now she would

pay the price of losing control over her own greatest weapon.

The leather-garbed antagonist kneeled behind the Amazon’s elevated ass. She grabbed

Wonder Woman’s hips with her cutout leather gloves. Then, with her right hand, she

pushed the dildo hard into the Amazon. Wonder Woman screamed at the sharp pain,

but she could not resist her tormentor. Deborah reached up and sharply smacked her

captive on the back of her head. ‘Quiet, superheroine. You’re supposed to be powerful,

the Champion of All Women. If you’re my Champion, I want you to be able to take a

good bugging.’ She maneuvered the dildo up and down, back and forth, in and out,

inside the Amazon. When Wonder Woman would groan or scream the black-attired

predator would punish her.

After many minutes, the girl yanked back on Wonder Woman’s lasso. ‘Sit!’ she

ordered. Wonder Woman rose from her prone position to her knees. Then, she lowered

her torso onto the dildo, pushing it further into her anus. ‘Move around on it, Wonder

Woman,’ Deborah commanded, pronouncing the syllables of her name with a sneer.

The Amazon began writhing her hips left and right, the dildo causing continuous pain in

her.

‘On your knees.’ Wonder Woman was grateful for the end of the pain. But the blonde

walked around behind her, placed the sole of her patent leather boot against the

Amazon’s naked back and pushed her, hard, to the floor. She then ripped the dildo from

within her. She walked to her captive’s shoulders, placed a gloved hand under her chin,

and said, ‘Up.’ When Wonder Woman was again on her knees, the dom ordered, ‘Lick

it,’ handing her the sex toy recently retrieved from her ass.

Wonder Woman’s stomach revolted at the thought, but the tingling of the golden rope

at her throat told her she would have to obey. Her tongue emerged and she passed it up

and down the phallic instrument. ‘Swallow,’ she was told. And she obeyed.

Then, the blonde removed her leather panties and took a seat on the floor in front of the

helpless Amazon. ‘Now. Love me, she told her captive, spreading her legs to reveal her

pussy. With that, she yanked the lasso, burying the Amazon’s face in her. Wonder

Woman’s tongue snaked through her partner’s insides, and the occasional yanks on her

leash forced her to dig deeper into Deborah’s sex.

When the orgasm finally came, Wonder Woman rebelled, at least in her mind. She

could not stop the dominatrix from ordering her to accept it, but much of the rush would

end up on the Amazon’s shoulders and neck.

‘YOU BITCH!’ Deborah screamed. She kicked Wonder Woman in the stomach. Then

when the Amazon fell to her back, she kicked her in the side. Wonder Woman rolled

over completely, lying again on her back, her legs spread. The leather girl used the

pointed toe of her boot to spread the legs further and then delivered one well-aimed

kick right into the Amazon’s vagina.

Wonder Woman’s eyes rolled up in her head as the pain seared through her. She didn’t

know what happened next, but there was a rush of shouting, as the men ran into the

room and grabbed the dom and carried her out.

When Wonder Woman’s senses returned, the golden lasso was once again in the hands

of the boss. ‘I must apologise for Deborah,’ he said. ‘I believe she was disappointed.’

Wonder Woman was ordered to dress herself. The tenderness of her vagina made that a

slower process than usual. The dancer assisted her, particularly with her tights and

golden belt.

The boss now revealed his plans for the rest of the evening. ‘We’re going to be sending

you out on your own again shortly. Before you go, your memory of what has happened

will again be erased.’

‘What do you mean, when you keep saying “again”?’ Wonder Woman asked. ‘We’ve

never met. I don’t know either of the women I’ve seen tonight.’

‘Eventually, all of that will be made clear. In the meantime, continue to live your life as

you will.’

The bound Princess could not fathom that final remark. Nevertheless, the power of the

golden lasso was used to make the Princess of the Amazons forget the events of her

second night as a captive. She was ordered to forget everything after she took Deborah

into the hall for a drink of water. Then she was injected with the same sedative that

was used on her the first night. While unconscious, the chain was removed, to be

replaced by the temporary expedient of manacles, she was transported to the classroom

where she had first encountered Deborah, and abandoned.

End of Chapter Two

WONDER WOMAN: The Break-Up by marat

Chapter 3

When Wonder Woman recovered consciousness, she was lying on her stomach, her right

arm under her head. She had no idea where she was. The classroom lighting was too bright, the tile floor under her was too cold, and the painted cinderblock wall she lay against was too unnerving. As she pulled her head up, supporting her upper body with her arms stretched beneath her shoulders, it suddenly felt like a dozen dwarfs with hammers were pounding against the inside of her skull.

‘This must be what it is like to have a hangover,’ she thought. ‘What happened to me? I

can’t remember anything.’ As she sat upright on the floor, her head fell forward toward her

knees, her raven locks covering her chest and the upper part of her costume. ‘Something

must have happened. I don’t lose two consecutive nights, just utterly have them drop out

of my life, like this. There’s something going on here.’

As she stood, she felt a sharp pain in her ass and crotch. ‘Wh--… what is this?’ she thought

again. She held a nearby desk to steady herself. Her mind raced through the possibilities by

which she might call up the lost memory.

With that she walked to the window, and looked onto the wet streets and gentle drizzle

falling on the police scene. This would not help the investigation. Still, she needed to show

up in an hour or so to continue her official role in the case. With that, she raced to her motel.

The boss’s receiver showed her movement. When she spun herself back into Diana Prince

in the motel room, he lost her signal.

*****

There were almost no students on campus now. Almost all the undergraduates had gone

home, and many of the graduate students as well. A few of the locals hung around the

laboratory, but as the day wore on, the weather and the lack of apparent activity sent them

away. Around noon, Diana phoned her report to Steve, now at Aberdeen.

‘There’s really very little to go on until we get the lab report back on that glowing

substance, Steve. Also, Wonder Woman took a look around the scene and she is starting to

believe that there’s more here than meets the eye. We’re looking into the idea that the

bomb may have been used to cover up some other activity.’

‘Wonder Woman’s there?’ Steve asked. Diana fumed, why is that your first question? What

about the dead student? What about the possible cover-up? Do you have any interest about

why I’m actually here? ‘What might they be covering up?’ Steve continued.

‘We’re not sure, but we don’t think it has anything to do with protesting government

policies or the War. Nor are we very clear as to who they are,’ Diana reported. ‘This is a

pretty conservative campus, and any hard-core radicals would stick out. No one on campus

is talking about who the perpetrator might be.’

‘Well, get after the administration and faculty then. They probably know something. They

certainly would be able to report any names of students they know might threaten their

government and defense research grants. By the way, I’ll be back up there the day after

tomorrow,’ Steve said coolly.

‘Why? Don’t you think I can handle it?’ Diana was only barely containing the fury she felt.

‘No, no, not at all. I just, well, I want to spend some time with Wonder Woman. That’s all. It looks like I’m going to be working on these attacks for some time to come. I don’t know

when I’ll have time to call my own,’ Steve replied.

‘All right, Steve. But don’t forget why they named you honcho for this area. Your love life

sometimes has to be put on hold,’ Diana reminded him.

‘Thanks, Mom,’ Steve concluded, and hung up.

The more Diana thought about this exchange, the angrier and more frustrated she became.

Steve was driving here, away from where he was able to be an effective coordinator of the

several investigations, just to ‘spend some time with Wonder Woman.’ Sometimes, Diana

wished away her alter ego. Steve rushes off to set up a regional headquarters, leaving Diana

in charge on the site, but he rushes back for Wonder Woman when doing so places the

entire project in jeopardy. How can he feel that way about Wonder Woman, and yet show

no concern or consideration for Diana? What did he mean, ‘spend some time with her?’

Was his interest in Wonder Woman only physical? Steve had certainly never indicated that

he had a sexual interest in Wonder Woman, and she had certainly not heard of any such

interest from anywhere else. Diana shook such thoughts from her head.

After lunch, she made the rounds of the administrators and what faculty she could find.

There were a few left-wing groups on campus: Students for a Democratic Society, another

group called Links; there were groups and individuals who focused on the War; but none

of these seemed appropriate for this kind of attack. She was at a dead end. She wasn’t even

sure that another nocturnal investigation would turn up anything, given the zero she had

from the two most recent visits. What she needed to do was to get back to the motel and

see what the pieces of the puzzle looked like. Maybe there was something in that lab report,

due at the end of the day.

When she arrived at her motel door, all seemed normal. She let herself into the room, and,

as she closed the door, she was grabbed from behind. Whoever it was, there were more

than one of them, and they were very strong. Diana tried using the self-defense measures

she had been taught, but her elbows and forearms just met hard muscle. A few bruises,

perhaps, but no effect. A pillowcase was pulled over her head, her arms were tied behind

her, and she was hustled out of the room to a waiting car. Diana was pushed, prone, onto

the floor of the back seat. Two of her abductors followed her into the car, and they sat with

their feet on the military intelligence agent as the car pulled away from the motel.

*****

The ride did not take long at all. But then, in a town like Newark, it wasn’t very far to

anywhere. Once the car stopped moving, Diana was roughly pulled from the back seat and

taken into a house, down some stairs, and into a room. There, the pillowcase was removed

and her hands were untied. Her abductors were three strong young men. They looked like

some of the students she had questioned yesterday, but she wasn’t entirely sure.

‘Stay here,’ one of them said. ‘We’ll be back shortly.’

As soon as they left, Diana examined her prison. The walls were of stone and brick, with

several doors. The floor had a thin carpet. Wandering around the room, she found a

full-length mirror in one corner. Trying the doors, all of them were locked. Except for a few

chairs and a table, there was no furniture in the room.

‘They’re certainly in for a surprise when they get back,’ Diana thought to herself. And with

that thought, she twirled herself into her superheroine persona. But as soon as she had

done so, soft explosions signaled the introduction of gas into the room. Four small vials

released their insidious contents directly in front of her, no more than three feet away. The

yellow-green cloud billowed up into her face, choking her. Suddenly, monsters and colours,

bright lights, snakes and insects attacked her. At the same time that her mind saw these

hallucinations, her body relaxed totally. She could barely hold up her arms in a defensive

posture, as Forbin’s gas took away her ability to fight.

Then two young men, looking like more monsters but actually wearing gas masks, tackled

her, driving her to the carpeted floor. One of them immediately grabbed her golden lasso

and tied it around her naked shoulders.

*****

Once the gas was cleared from the room, it took the Amazon only about an hour to regain

her senses. As she looked at the men who had captured her, she also saw the three-foot

chain linking her bracelets, robbing her of her Amazon strength. She was seated in a chair,

and before her was a balding, bespectacled man, somewhat older than the others. Scattered

around the room were five very muscular young men and two female students, one blonde,

the other with her hair in a bun. The latter was sitting with a notepad near the man who

held her lasso.

‘It’s time you got the full story, Wonder Woman,’ he began. ‘You don’t remember it, but this is the third time we have bound you in this way.’

What is he talking about? the bound Princess from Paradise Island asked herself. I’ve

never seen these people before, not like this. But what really pained her and hurt her pride

was the idea that she might have been captured and bound three times by this group.

‘You are well aware of the powers of your magic lasso, Princess,’ he continued. ‘How is it,

can you imagine, that you have lost two consecutive nights of your life without a trace? Can

you imagine that being done without the aid of its magic?’

Wonder Woman sat quietly, as she realised that his claim must be true. How else could he

know about the two lost nights if he were not responsible for them? Her capture seemed to

indicate that these people knew her secret identity. The two lost nights would explain that,

as well.

‘I believe that the first night you did figure out that my project was my dissertation, and

that I needed your knowledge of the Amazons as part of my research. I suspect that you

would have been less than willing to provide the information that I uncovered last night,

about ritual and sexual practices, were it not for the magic lasso. And, I am equally sure,’ he said as he rose, ‘that you would rather not make the information I seek tonight public

knowledge. In addition, we have another experiment later. But, for now, you will,’ he

placed the lasso over her head and around her upper arms and pulled it taut, ‘answer

truthfully.’

‘The magic lasso---,’ the captive began.

‘---compels you to obey, I know, I know. Jeez,’ he said, complainingly.

Once again, the tape recorder was brought in, the dancer from last night took notes on

Wonder Woman’s answers, and for over two hours this time, she responded to questions

about physical training on Paradise Island, the kinds of physical demands placed upon

Amazon warriors, and the tests she had to pass to enter Man’s world. Interspersed among

these questions were anecdotal bits about things Wonder Woman couldn’t remember, but

which her interrogator assured her she had revealed in earlier sessions. She was questioned

intensively about her philosophy, her standard of ethics, her decisions about when to use

violence and how much.

At the end of the marathon session, the man rose from the chair. ‘Now, stand up,’ he

ordered. The powerless Princess did so. ‘This gave us a bit of an advantage over you,

Wonder Woman. A small radio transmitter was attached to the inside of your golden belt

the first night. We needed to replace the power cell last night, but it did give us the

information to be able to observe you. With that information, and your secret identity, we

were able to observe your change from government agent to superheroine.’ With that he

reached into her belt and pulled out a small object no larger than a shirt button. ‘Hello,

what’s this?’ So saying, he reached in a second time, and pulled out a folded piece of paper.

Opening it, he read, ‘“I’ll help you.”’ Looking up and staring directly at the young lady who

took dictation, he finished, ‘Signed, “Penelope.”’ As soon as the name was spoken, the

dancer tried to dash toward the superheroine, but she was seized immediately by two of

the young men.

‘It’s all right. We’ll be finished tonight. Once we’ve finished the last of our experiments, she can leave with the rest of you. We’ll just use the magic lasso on her memory, as well as that of the Princess there,’ he said, indicating Wonder Woman. ‘Truth to tell, Penelope, I am very disappointed.’

The two men who held her released Penelope, and she slowly walked over to the boss.

‘Kane,’ she said. ‘I have a favour to ask.’ Then she closed to the one she called Kane, and

began whispering urgently to him. Kane smiled as he heard what she said, as if she had

reached a certain sensibility that he found touching.

‘Of course you can. In the joust which we will see tonight, why shouldn’t one of the

champions carry the handkerchief of her lady into battle?’

Penelope walked to Wonder Woman and, gingerly reaching into her handbag, she pulled

out a blue and yellow handkerchief. Using her right hand, she intertwined it among the

links of the chain at Wonder Woman’s bracelet on her left wrist. Having completed the

intricate work with her fingertips, she squeezed the cloth, and walked back to Kane, her

eyes never leaving the brightly coloured fabric. ‘Thank you,’ she told him.

Wonder Woman, focusing on Kane, asked directly, ‘You said something about a “joust.”

Just what have you got in mind?’

‘What I need information on, very briefly, is your strength under bondage,’ he told her. ‘So, you will be pitted against Brad there.’ He indicated the most heavily muscled of the young men, the single exception to the gang rape of two nights ago. ‘You will meet in one-on-one combat.’ The magic lasso was removed from her upper body. ‘You will be under no

constraints and will win or lose this contest on your own. In fact, I want you to make the

utmost effort to win. Brad, I’m sure, would want it no other way. He’s used to tough

competition. He’s a lineman on the football team.’

With that, Brad stepped forward and, smiling, he stripped to the waist. The smooth muscles of his chest were well defined, and his arms had the look of many hours lifting weights.

‘Now, Wonder Woman, you will engage him in a wrestling match, a series of falls, and the

winner will be determined when one cannot continue. After each fall, the loser of the fall

will have ten seconds to recover and the match will continue.’

‘What was the significance of the note Penelope left me?’ Wonder Woman asked. ‘Obviously, it’s something that you wiped from my memory.’

Kane filled her in on the courting ritual and dance from the previous night. As he did so,

Wonder Woman’s eyes sought out the athletic girl, now seated in one of the chairs

scattered around the room.

The match began. Brad was taller than the Amazon, standing a good 6’5” in the sneakers he was wearing. He bent at the waist and faced the chained Amazon squarely, his arms spread wide. Wonder Woman, the chain between her bracelets hanging down in front of her, adopted a defensive stance, facing Brad with her left arm and leg forward. It wasn’t long before the contest took on the aspect of a sporting event rather than an experiment, with the other men cheering their hero on.

Though Wonder Woman’s strength was gone, she was still faster than the football player.

For the first few minutes of the contest, she was able to stay out of his reach or dodge aside

when he came at her. Finally, however, he made a lunging grab for the beautiful warrior

princess and, though he missed again, his closed fist struck her on the left temple, just

behind the eye. Dazed, she spun away from him and tried to get her bearings. But before

she could, Brad grabbed her around the waist from behind, lifting her high off the floor, all the while squeezing tightly, driving the air out of her insides. Wonder Woman kicked her legs about wildly, trying to free herself, but it was useless in the strong man’s grip. Then, suddenly, he jerked his arms sharply toward his body, and Wonder Woman’s deep blue eyes went wide, her mouth flew open as she gasped soundlessly for air. Her legs stopped kicking and she fell forward, doubled over his muscular forearms. Her dark hair almost reached the floor.

Brad just let the defeated Amazon drop to the floor. She rose to her knees, breathing deeply through her mouth, trying to focus her eyes and recognise the rushing sound in her ears.

Faintly she heard Kane counting, ‘…5 …6 …7 ….’ It would have taken minutes for her

regain her composure and control to continue the match against the young man. But the

Amazon was not given that much time. After a count of ten, he was on her again, this time

seizing her hair and dragging her to her feet. Wonder Woman could barely see her attacker

when he wrapped his arms around her again.

This time his forearms pressed against the back of her diaphragm, and again she fought for

breath. All she saw were explosions of light as the room began to grow dark around her.

Her arms stretched out across his shoulders, the chain hanging down behind her attacker. If she could breathe, if she had a breath of air in her body, the powerless Wonder Woman

would have screamed in pain. But all that came from her dry red lips was a hiss of air from

her throat. Her head fell back and her body grew limp.

It was an act of desperation that saved her. Drawing on the last bit of strength within her,

feeling Brad’s head against her chest, she drew her arms toward her and brought her

Amazon bracelets together on both sides of his head simultaneously. Brad cried out in pain, as the Amazon drew first blood. She fell straight down as his grip on her was released and the lineman stumbled backwards grabbing his head.

The cheering in the room was suddenly silenced, almost as if a switch had been pulled.

While Brad regained his senses, Wonder Woman was able to find her breath. The roaring in her ears lessened and she slowly rose to her feet, albeit unsteadily. Brad, she noticed, was

still on his hands and knees, trying to shake out the cobwebs.

By the time the next round started, both of those engaged were sweating heavily. The

smooth muscles of Brad’s torso gleamed in the light as if he had greased for a bodybuilding

competition. The blood streaming from his left temple covered one side of his face, as he

occasionally shook his head to try to keep it out of his eyes and mouth. He was breathing

heavily now. In this condition, Wonder Woman believed, she might be able to beat him

with speed.

But she was also hurt. Though not bleeding, she felt a constant pain in her lungs, as she

breathed deeply to fill them with each breath. Her body likewise shone with perspiration.

And, after the difficult beginning she had, the chains on her wrists weighed much more

heavily on her. That blue-and-yellow handkerchief, wound into the links of the chain, was a

distraction.

The two figures circled one another more slowly now. Brad remained the aggressor,

occasionally darting out like a wrestler to try to grab an arm or leg of his opponent. Wonder Woman was just fast enough to stay out of his reach. From the corner, one of the other male students continued to urge Brad on, and, as Brad failed to seize the Princess, he became more and more fanatical.

Brad made another lunge for the Amazon, who remained just out of his reach, and as he

rushed past her, the beautiful captive from Paradise Island, like a matador, struck him

across the back with her chains with all the strength she could muster. The blow drove the

football player to his knees. When he turned on her again, there were fury and fierceness in his eyes and face. His supporter along the wall became almost rabid.

Blinded by his rage, Brad raced at Wonder Woman, who stepped aside and brought her

boot against the back of his thigh. Brad stumbled and rolled toward his supporter. Brad

looked up into the face of his new ally and together they now came out after the Amazon,

Brad rising to his feet clumsily, the other athletic young man taking off his shirt, revealing a

body that was only a miniature of Brad’s.

Kane immediately raced between the combatants, shouting that if it became a contest of

two-against-one, the results would be invalid.

‘Well, you can take your experiment, and your results, and shove them up your ass, Kane,’

the new gladiator told him. ‘I came into this to give some payback to this Wondercunt. I’ve

seen her throw men around. I’ve seen her embarrass us. I want her to hurt. Like two nights

ago. I want her to feel completely powerless in my hands. Like two nights ago. I want her to

strip her of her costume and of her oh-so-high-and-mighty self-righteousness. I want

everybody to see her hurt and crying and shamed. I want her to get payback. I want her to

remember what she looked like then. Stripped, beaten, humiliated, fucked. And I’ve got the photo to remind her.’ With that he grabbed Kane and shoved him aside. Kane fell against the wall, and then sank to the floor.

The two young men separated, moving in opposite directions against the Amazon Princess.

She watched first one, then the other. But she couldn’t consistently guard against an attack

from behind. Brad, moving quickly for a big man, caught her concentrating on her other

opponent and threw himself against the back of the Amazon’s legs. She fell over

backwards, landing on the floor. Before she could recover, the other man locked her elbows with his forearms, the chain linking her bracelets hanging down in front of Wonder

Woman’s legs. Then he drove his knee into the back of her knee, forcing the woman to the

floor.

Breathing heavily, he whispered harshly into her ear, ‘All right, Wondercunt, you’re about

to show us what that mouth of yours can do.’

Wonder Woman flailed her body right and left, trying to throw the man off, but with her

bracelets chained, she couldn’t do it. Brad pulled his pants down and, massaging his rising

cock, moved toward the helpless heroine. He approached her from the side, rubbing his

erect penis against the side of the Amazon’s face. As he moved it toward her mouth he

grabbed her hair and, forcing her head upward so she could not bite down, he entered her.

With her head forced all the way back, Wonder Woman could only feel the cock pressing in and out of her mouth, sometimes touching the back of her throat. Her arms were pinned back and her bracelets were chained. Nothing, it seemed, would be impossible for her attackers now.

‘Hey, Bob,’ the man holding her arms called across the room. ‘Get out your camera. We

want a regular portrait taken.’

One of the men, uninvolved until now, briefly left the room, and returned carrying his

Polaroid. Brad continued massaging his cock with the inside of Wonder Woman’s mouth,

holding his erection. Bob joined the two men, when a female voice was heard.

‘Can I get a piece of this, too?’ Deborah asked. She was dressed in her black leather. She

entered the room through the same door through which Bob had just passed. ‘I like what

you’ve done with her. But when you boys are through, leave her to me.’

Bob maneuvered himself to get the group in the viewfinder. ‘Make sure that uniform of

hers is plainly visible,’ Deborah instructed. ‘The National Enquirer would pay a lot for this

one. And when everyone sees the great Wonder Woman doing her thing, she’ll be finished. How about it, doll?’ she asked. ‘How’s that for ending your career: The Great Wonder Woman. On the front page of a scandal sheet giving head. The powerful Amazon Princess. Blowing a football player. Yeah. That’ll look good for the Champion of All Women. And she’ll take down all of the patriots with her. She’ll be nothing. Nothing but a slut, and the country’ll be nothing but a brothel.’ She smiled.

Wonder Woman flushed as she listened to Deborah. The anger was focused on the blonde.

But her humiliation at her helplessness was stronger. She struggled to throw Brad’s penis

out of her mouth, but his grip on her hair was too tight. She struggled to free herself from

the double chicken wing, but the man was too strong for her in her chains. She tried to rise

from her knees, but his weight was placed across the back of her calves. There was nothing

that she could do except burn with humiliation as the photo was taken.

Just then, Penelope bowled into the group and sent them scattering like ninepins. Wonder

Woman first felt pain, as her arms were pulled sharply back, then freedom, as she was

released from the grip of the young man behind her. The two of them rolled across the floor their separate ways under the impact of Penelope’s athletic body. Brad and Deborah, also knocked off their feet, could be heard swearing, Brad because of the pain in his cock,

Deborah because she had lost her hat.

Wonder Woman made it to her feet first. The men, trying to determine what had happened, were slower. Bob, the photographer, was first. He was reluctantly joined by another well-muscled young man, the one who had thus far been watching from the sidelines. The latter’s eyes kept darting back and forth between the Amazon Princess and the photographer, as if looking for a sign or a cue about what to do.

Suddenly Bob rushed the Amazon at full bore, yelling a screeching ‘AAAHHHhhggghhh!’

as he raced toward her. Wonder Woman never took her eyes off him and, like a practiced

matador, she stepped aside at the last moment and, with the same movement, she swung

her chains down sharply upon him as he rushed past. Without fully intending to, she struck him sharply on the back of the head. The blood ran freely instantly. He stumbled, but kept moving forward until he struck the stone-and-brick wall at full speed. There was a

sickening thud and he dropped hard to the floor. His body kicked once, and he was dead.

The other young man’s eyes opened wide and his sharp intake of breath was evident for all

to hear. As Wonder Woman now turned to face him, he turned and ran from the room,

slamming the door behind him.

‘Get that Amazon bitch!’ Wonder Woman heard Deborah shout. When she turned toward

the voice, she saw Brad, the blonde Deborah, her tormentor from behind, and one more

strong young man moving about the room, to surround and take her. The three men were

spread out in a semicircle in front of her. Wonder Woman gripped her chains, recognising

that they may be the cause of her present weakness, they were also a potent weapon, and

would give her attackers something else to think about. The first young man who attacked

her received the blow from these links directly into his chest.

As Brad prepared to take on the Amazon Maid, a shout filled the room. ‘Hold it, Wonder

Woman!’ Deborah yelled. ‘If you want your dyke girlfriend to stay safe, you’ll bring this to

an end. NOW!’ When the dark-haired avenger looked to the leather-clad lesbian, she saw

that Penelope was captured and being held.

‘Whaddya say, Wondercunt?’ sneered that same male student as he rushed to grab the

pained dancer. ‘Gonna let something happen to your girlfriend?’ With that he pulled

Penelope’s right arm up painfully behind her back.

The Princess looked into the eyes of the girl she only knew had left her a note promising to

help, and had tried to release her from the grip of her tormentors. Penelope was strong, but the Amazon saw the fear in her eyes. ‘Don’t give up, Wonder Woman,’ she said, though the pain was evident in her voice. ‘You’re too important to lose everything over someone like me.’

Indecisive, Wonder Woman watched as the young man who held Penelope reached

around with his free arm, placed it under her chin and began to pull upward. Penelope

tried not to scream in pain, but the sounds that did issue forth convinced the Amazon that, for her friend’s safety, she must now surrender. She released her chains from her hands and dropped her arms to her sides. ‘You win,’ she said. ‘Just don’t hurt her.’

Brad walked across the room and approached the defeated Princess of Paradise Island

from behind. Drawing back his powerful right arm, he drove his fist into the heroine’s

naked back, right at the level of the kidney. Wonder Woman screamed and dropped to her

knees. Dazed by the treacherous blow, she reached down to steady herself, placing her

hand on the floor. The young man who had been holding Penelope tossed the dancer to the floor in front of Deborah and walked quickly to where the Amazon Princess swayed on her knees. Taking her beautiful face full in his right hand, he pushed her hard to her back.

Wonder Woman was seized by two of the men now, one holding her by each arm as they

dragged her roughly to her feet. Brad stood directly in front of the helpless Amazon

Princess. He drew back his right arm again and slapped her sharply across the face. Her

raven hair, sweaty and covered by bits of debris from the struggle on the floor, splayed out

in all directions.

‘Hogtie her,’ Brad said. With that, the two men holding Wonder Woman took her to her

knees, then wrapped the chain from her wrists around her red leather boots, at her ankles.

Then they wound the links in and around and between her wrists and ankles, so that,

when they were finished, Wonder Woman lay on her stomach. Her arms went painfully

back from her shoulders behind her, her wrists meeting her ankles. Her legs were bent fully

at the knees.

‘One more thing.’ It was the young man who had leaped to Brad’s aid during the ‘joust.’

He approached the helpless superheroine and kicked her in the side, brutally. As Wonder

Woman fought to recover her senses, she felt his hands on her. First he removed her golden belt, undoing it at her back and letting it fall open on the floor. He pushed her out of the way and took it up. Then he undid the bustier and breastplate and pulled that from the Amazon’s body.

‘Souvenirs,’ he called back to her as he walked away, carrying the trophies.

‘What about her?’ Brad asked, indicating Penelope.

‘Kane said she should leave with the rest of us, but I don’t think that’s going to happen,’

Deborah replied.

‘Well. We boys may as well enjoy her,’ the young man said. ‘You’ve already done so,

haven’t you, Deborah?’

‘She’s not really my style,’ the leather-clad blonde noted. ‘But Wonder Woman sure seemed to enjoy her way of doing things. Maybe it would do the bitch good to watch while you boys show her friend a whole new way of doing things.’

When she said this, Deborah shoved Penelope, whom she had been holding, to Brad. Brad

held her arms in his powerful hands. At the same moment, Wonder Woman began to

thrash about in her bondage, straining at her chains. ‘No!! NO!!! Do what you want to me,

but leave her alone! LET HER GO!!!’

Brad pressed Penelope to the floor, directly in front of the bound Wonder Woman, and

held her there. Deborah walked up to the Amazon and knelt down next to her left

shoulder. Softly running her hands over her bare back, shoulders, and neck, she cooed

softly in her ear, ‘Ooooohhh, how noble of you, Wonder Woman. But then you are the

embodiment of nobility and virtue. Just relax. You’ll get your turn soon enough.’

Then the rape of Penelope began. Brad had his way first, tearing off her clothes and

scattering them around the room. Seeing Penelope now naked, Wonder Woman struggled

all the harder to rescue the athletic and muscular young girl. She admired Penelope’s

resolve in the face of the much more powerful Brad, as her muscular legs kicked and tried

to throw off the much stronger man. Brad held her down by the wrists, though his hands

covered a good portion of her forearms. Her head flew wildly right and left and she

screamed, ‘NO!! NO!! NNNnnnnooooh!!!’ Brad moved slowly and rhythmically, up and

down, on her pelvis, driving his cock home again and again into her unwilling vagina.

Once, in the throes of his own reverie, Brad drifted too close to her face, and Penelope bit

his cheek, drawing a free flow of blood. ‘You no-good cunt!’ he shrieked. He released her

left hand and she immediately began to flail at him with it, but it did no good, for very

quickly he brought his right hand hard against her face, with a crack that filled the room.

Wonder Woman continued to strain against her bonds. She screamed at Penelope’s

attacker to end his assault, she buried her face in the thin carpeting on the floor and fought back tears. But nothing she could do could change what was happening to this woman whom the powerless Amazon only faintly knew, but realised that for a moment she had loved.

Brad was not finished with Penelope. He rolled her over and began to fuck her in the ass,

while Deborah got on with her own designs. She looked at the helpless captive. Wonder

Woman’s black hair cascaded down her back, over her arms, and over her shoulders. Her

bare, muscular arms stretched from her shoulders and ran in a straight line to her ankles,

covered by her red boots. Connecting her wrists and the red leather was the chain,

wrapped tightly around wrists and ankles. Her bare torso glistened with sweat and was

covered with dirt, her blue and white-starred tights the only trace of her uniform left to her.

‘We have plans for you, dear superheroine,’ Deborah whispered in her ear. ‘You don’t

remember your treatment the last couple of nights; but believe me, you don’t want to

remember. We have home movies. And I want to make them public. And when that

happens, the glorious star-spangled superheroine is dead. And, before we finish with you,

you’ll get a chance to relive some of those moments.’ As she whispered this promise to the

bound struggling Amazon, Deborah lightly ran her fingers and fingernails up and down

Wonder Woman’s back. Goosebumps formed involuntarily. ‘OOOooooohhh, so you like

that, do you? Well, there’s a lot more where that came from. But before you get that, we’ll

see to it that you regret ever taking up the title of superheroine. We will humiliate you. We

will degrade you. We will shatter you and your high-and-mighty image. By the time we

finish with you—and with her, don’t think she’ll escape with only the treatment you’ve seen

so far—the Champion of All Women will be no more. Oh, we won’t kill you. But everyone

will have seen you as a slut. The mighty Princess of Paradise Island, the legendary Amazon

Wonder Woman will be splattered over an entire issue of the cheapest scandal rag and skin

magazine that’s willing to pay for it. They will love to publish the pictures we have. And we

have tried to get your oh-so-patriotic costume into as many of those pictures as we could, so

that there will be no doubt. You will never again want to wear the costume, which will have

shamed you. Tonight, your career is coming to an end. We know your secret identity. We

have photos of your beaten, barely able to hold your own head up. We have you being

degraded, sucking cock, covered with cum, lying in filth. That uniform, which you’ve

always said symbolises America will be dragged through the muck. And once I inject you

with this drug that worked so well the other night, you won’t be able to do anything about

it.’

Wonder Woman heard Penelope scream as Brad entered her again. She felt one of the

young men directly behind her, pressing the skin of her thigh, preparing the injection.

‘NNOOO!!’ she screamed. ‘NNNOOOOOOOOOHHH!!!’ And she strained with all the

poor strength she had.

And the chain broke.

Wonder Woman’s powerful legs, now restored to their full strength, drove into the young

athlete holding the hypodermic needle, driving him across the room. When he finally hit the wall, the needle and drug entered his abdomen. His eyes flew wide open as he realised that he had been injected with an Amazon-potent dose of the very dangerous drug. Then he started convulsing. White flecks of foam flew from his mouth as he jumped about

uncontrollably, beating his head against the wall, his legs against the floor. Gradually his

movements slowed, then he stopped altogether.

The chain had broken at Wonder Woman’s left wrist, at the point where Penelope’s

blue-and-yellow handkerchief had intertwined the links. That handkerchief now lay on the

floor. As Wonder Woman rose, despite the dirt and debris on her body, the sweat-glistened

legs and torso seemed the fullest perfection of the female anatomy. She stepped out of the

chain that no longer bound her, grabbed the fetter, which still hung from her right bracelet, and pulled it off.

Wonder Woman now stood, fully armed and ready to come to the aid of her friend, whom

she heard whimpering to her left. She stood erect, her tiara nestled in her raven-black hair,

which hung down her back and over her bare shoulders, upper arms, and both of her

naked breasts, only partially obscuring them. She was naked to her hips, where her satin

tights, blue with the white star pattern, remained. Her arms were bare except for her

Amazon bracelets. Her body, tanned, perfect in its proportions, gleamed with the sweat of

her ordeal. Her round, magnificent thighs showed muscles well defined above her

knee-high boots. She stood with her feet spread about shoulder width apart, her knuckles

resting on her hips on the top of her tights. She was an Amazon warrior ready for combat.

End of Chapter Three

WONDER WOMAN: The Break-Up by marat

Chapter 4

Penelope screamed. Brad was unaware of what had happened and was making the

bugging more painful by entering and withdrawing from his victim multiple times, and

by maneuvering her body to make any resistance more difficult. Wonder Woman

rushed to her friend’s aid, spun Brad around and pushed him into the wall. Released,

Penelope collapsed onto the floor, barely conscious.

Brad and the other young man stood together, one without a shirt, Brad now totally

naked. Wonder Woman, stripped to her star-spangled tights, faced them squarely. Her

face showed clearly that she was about to give no quarter to these men who had

tormented her and her ally.

Brad was the first to attack her. Rushing at her at full speed, he leapt at the Amazon, his

hands reaching at her face. Wonder Woman ducked beneath his outstretched arms and

brought up a double-armed blow into Brad’s solar plexus. The air rushed from him and

he fell to the floor, gasping. Partially revived, he struggled to his feet a few seconds

later. The two powerful young men made a rush at the bare-breasted Amazon, and she

met their charge with the flats of both hands, driving them full into the foreheads of the

attackers. Brad went down like he had been pole-axed, blood pouring from his broken

nose, his face showing evidence of a cracked skull.

But the smaller athlete recovered and prepared to take on the Princess again. ‘Will you

kill me, too, Wondercunt?’ he asked. ‘I’ve seen you throw men around like stuffed

animals. But now that you’ve tasted blood, will you be able to stop? One thing’s for

sure. I’m not going to stop coming until you have killed me. So, let’s rumble.’ He

approached her with his fists raised, like a prizefighter.

Wonder Woman realised that she had already killed two men, and quite possibly a

third, unless Brad received some aid soon. Confronted now by this malicious opponent,

she recognised that hatred for what kind of men they were, for what they had tried to

do to her and what they had done to her friend, was the most powerful emotion she felt.

This gave her pause, and it gave the man to opening he was looking for.

Standing a few feet in front of the Amazon, he rushed forward, football-style, catching

Wonder Woman at her hips and upper thighs. Bowled over by the force of his rush, she

lay on her back, and the young man struggled to straddle her body. He leaned forward

and held her arms, breathing heavily, sweat rolling over her smooth chest. ‘So,’ he

began. ‘Even with all your strength, you’re still just a woman.’ Drawing both knees up,

Wonder Woman pitched him over her head. He landed on his back, next to Deborah

who was standing by, watching. Deborah handed him a hypodermic, and whispered to

him, urging him once more into battle.

Wonder Woman and her opponent circled one another, the Amazon showing a

confidence in her strength. She came forward at the powerfully built young man,

extending her left arm in an effort to gain control ever him. He ducked under her reach,

stepped to his right, and jammed the needle into Wonder Woman’s extended bare arm.

The Amazon’s eyes flew wide open, and before she felt the weakness attack her body,

she swung her right arm around, catching the now-smiling athlete full on the side of the

head. She felt the bone give way under the blow, and he collapsed to the floor, bleeding

from his mouth and ear. Then Wonder Woman collapsed, no longer able to support

herself.

Deborah approached the kneeling Wonder Woman cautiously. Wonder Woman felt for

the floor with both hands, he body swaying under the influence of the drug. Her mind

was aware of what was going on around her, but her body refused to respond to its

commands. As soon as Deborah realised that Wonder Woman was helpless before her,

she smiled. ‘Again the superheroine is not what she used to be. Ooohh, tooo baaadd.’

With that she placed her black leather boot against the Amazon’s chest and pushed her

onto her back. Wonder Woman hit the floor hard, left leg bent under her, her right leg

elevated at the knee. Breathing heavily under the influence of the drug that had taken

away her ability to control her own body, she watched as Deborah approached her and

stood over the prone Amazon Princess. The leather-clad blonde next straddled her

helpless enemy, then sat down on her stomach. ‘Can’t move?’ she observed. ‘You

know, it’s amazing what kinds of drugs you can find on college campuses nowadays,

even conservative, small-town ones. Actually, this is a variant of Forbin’s gas, which

you’ve already seen in action, Wonder Woman. The graduate student who was killed

in the explosion at the lab prepared it. He did it for me, hoping to get into my pants.

Boy, was he in for a surprise! He had been working for Doctor Forbin, and one night he

started talking about this super-secret project to a bunch of us over at the local pub.

Never get a graduate student too drunk. They’re all status-conscious. Who’s working

on the highest level? Who’s got the line on the most prestigious job? Who’s closest to

completing the diss? It all carries points. So, we had him take us to his lab late one night

and he showed us samples being used for research. When we saw it, Kane immediately

realised that it was enough for his purposes. He only saw the gas and he knew that he

could use it to disable you. I saw the drug, and I knew it would be much more useful for

fun and games.

‘It’s time, Princess, for you to learn how this story started.’ Deborah said as she shifted

her slight weight on the Amazon. Kane didn’t want anyone to die in the explosion,

which he was sure could bring you here because of the Forbin Project. He might have

been right about that. But I didn’t want Peter wandering around with information about

who might be behind it. He might use it to get a government job. In any case, I didn’t

think you would show up if no one were killed. So, I killed two birds with one stone, so

to speak. I guess we’ll never know which of us was more right.

‘But now, it’s time for you to pay.’ Deborah straddled the helpless Amazon Princess,

moving to her knees in her patent leather thighboots. ‘Why couldn’t you have loved

me like you loved—that?’ She indicated the body of Penelope, lying still about fifteen feet

away. Deborah pushed herself off of Wonder Woman, took her tangled legs and

straightened them, then spread them. After that, she reached her head down between

the Amazon’s thighs and began to lick the sweat and dirt from the powerless Amazon

Princess. Working around her perfect thighs, Deborah rubbed the side of her head

against Wonder Woman’s crotch, covered by the star-spangled tights. She licked the

inside of the tanned, muscular legs, dropping down to the knees, then running her

tongue the full length of the inside of the Amazon’s leg, from the top of her boot to her

crotch.

‘As an Amazon, you should know the value of power,’ Deborah continued. ‘That’s

why I couldn’t understand what you saw in that.’ Again she gestured toward the

unmoving dancer’s body. ‘You should appreciate my strength.’

Sh--, sh--, shee h-has… the… capa… city… f-for real… lo-ove,’ Wonder Woman

struggled to say, her speech slurred, her breathing heavy.

‘What does love have to do with real power?’ Deborah shot back. ‘Right now I have

absolute power over you, just as you should have absolute power over all those male

assholes who run this country. You should use your power to do some good—to end this

war, to set things right and make things better for everyone in this country, not just the

rich white boys sitting in their corporate suites.’ Standing now, she concluded, ‘Let me

show you how to use power.’ Wonder Woman could only rock her body from side to

side, and shake her head, as the leather girl sank once again to the Princess’ exposed

midriff. Deborah licked Wonder Woman’s abdomen, where a small pool of sweat had

gathered around her navel. Deborah continued her licking, now occasionally adding

little bites, and moved to the top of the tights crossing her captive’s hips. Lifting the top

of the tights, she reached her tongue beneath them, feeling for the first time the

Amazon’s jet-black bush. Moving from top to bottom of the tights, Deborah’s tongue

attacked Wonder Woman’s cunt from above and below, each effort preceded by her

drawing the tights away from Wonder Woman’s powerless body.

As this was happening to her, Wonder Woman fought to regain control over her

muscles. Straining with all her might, all she could do was lift her head and bend her

legs. The sweat created by the strain only further excited her partner. Breathing heavily,

the Amazon lay on her back all but unable to move. She felt her tights being drawn

down her perfect thighs to her red leather boots. ‘No… no… d-don’t…. Pl-pl-please…

don’t,’ she whispered, her helplessness apparent.

Deborah revealed Wonder Woman’s cunt by pulling down her hip-hugging

star-spangled tights. The moment Wonder Woman’s sex was revealed, Deborah pushed

her face and tongue upward into the powerless Amazon lying before her. Then,

withdrawing, she pulled herself away, drawing the tights down past the Amazon’s

magnificent thighs, then over her boots. The three-inch heels rubbed against the floor as

the Amazon continued her failing efforts to resist Deborah’s actions. Once the tights had

been removed, Deborah spread the Amazon’s legs further and then entered her with her

tongue. She licked around the sides of Wonder Woman’s vagina, reaching in to draw

out the sheath. She held this in her mouth and pulled away from the groaning Amazon.

She gave small bites to stimulate her partner, and Wonder Woman, the sensations

racing through her body, began to hiss as her breathing raced.

Then Deborah turned her attention to the round firm breasts of her unwilling partner.

Running her long fingernails around the nipples, Wonder Woman involuntarily arched

her back and neck as new sensations spread through her. Deborah playfully nipped at

the hard nipples, drawing Wonder Woman unwillingly into her pleasure. Reaching

down, with one finger, then two, Deborah penetrated the insides of the Amazon’s sex,

playing with the labia, then penetrating deeply, looking for the Princess’ most sensitive

areas.

‘Does it feel good, Princess? Do you like having me inside you?’ Deborah whispered, as

Wonder Woman saw the blonde face approaching her own. ‘This is power, Wonder

Woman,’ Deborah said as she licked the Amazon’s cleavage, and again pressed her lips

and teeth against her nipples. Her hand penetrated even more deeply into the Amazon.

She licked her neck. Finally, she reached Wonder Woman’s beautiful face. Placing her

lips next to Wonder Woman’s, Deborah reached into her mouth with her tongue,

fought past the weak resistance of the teeth, and pushed herself far back into the

Amazon’s throat.

Having completed the circuit of Wonder Woman’s body, the leather-clad girl now rose

and pulled off her black leather panties. Running the finger which had penetrated

Wonder Woman’s vagina over her own lips and into her mouth, she gently passed her

other hand first over her own breasts, then down to her own vagina. A visible shudder

ran through her body and she stooped, bringing her cunt rushing with her orgasm

against the mouth and chin of the helpless Amazon. Wonder Woman, powerless,

groaned.

‘You still don’t want me! You star-spangled bitch!!’ Deborah shouted in her face.

‘Well, you better get used to me, because you’re going to be seeing me—and only me—for

a long time to come!’ She stood up and walked to the wall, and bent to pick up a brown

paper bag.

‘Maybe this will catch your attention.’ From the bag, the leather girl pulled the 16-inch

dildo from the other night. Holding the phallus firmly in her grip, she determinedly

walked back to the supine Amazon. ‘We’ll see how this feels. This is power, too,

Amazon.’ Wonder Woman could only turn her head away and squeeze her eyes shut.

‘Oh, come now, superheroine. Surely you’re looking forward to the kind of sex games

we’re going to be playing.’

Spreading the helpless Amazon’s labia with the ivory sex-toy, Deborah twisted and

pushed and withdrew, moving it up and down, back and forth, in and out, inside the

powerless Princess of the Amazons. Her victim sweated in the face of Deborah’s

exertions, and every once in a while, the tormentor would stop and lick the sweat of her

helpless captive.

After many minutes, Deborah stopped and stood up. Looking down on the Amazon

Princess, a twisted smile came across her face. Wonder Woman’s hair played across

part of her face, stuck to it by sweat, her tiara shining in the light from the ceiling. The

captive was naked, except for her bracelets at her wrists and her red leather boots. Both

arms and legs were spread out from her body.

Deborah heard the creak in the floor behind her, but only turned slowly, so that when

Penelope hit her with the chair, it caught her flush in the face and chest.

Moving with some signs of unsteadiness, the athletic Penelope made her way to one of

the doors, then returned moments later with a length of rope. She proceeded to tie the

girl in black leather. She also produced a wad of cloth, stuffed it in her mouth, and

gagged Deborah. Only then did she approach the motionless Amazon Princess on the

floor nearby.

Gently, Penelope ran her fingers down the sides of Wonder Woman’s perspiring face.

Then she lightly blew around the edges of that wondrously beautiful face, drying the

sweat, cooling the flawless skin. Finally, she pushed back the Princess’ matted black

hair. ‘There’s an antidote,’ she said. ‘Wait a moment and I’ll get it.’

‘Wh… where… w-would… I go?’ The naked Wonder Woman struggled to get the

joke out, and even Penelope laughed.

After Penelope pressed the hypodermic containing the antidote into Wonder Woman’s

thigh, and feeling began to return to the Princess of the Amazons, the two women held

each other tightly, relieved at the end of their ordeal. Then they kissed. It was the purest

form of love Wonder Woman had experienced since leaving Paradise Island.

But the reverie was interrupted when one of the doors opened. The two women

scrambled to their feet. ‘Excuse me,’ said Kane. ‘I think we have something to work

out. I have an offer to make.’ Entering the room, he brought with him the young man

who had fled earlier, bound in Wonder Woman’s magic lasso.

The two naked women looked at the smallish, bespectacled graduate student. ‘What

kind of offer?’ Wonder Woman asked, finding her bustier and placing it over herself.

‘You get your lasso and him. I get to leave.’

‘You ought to know I can’t do that. You were responsible for the bombing of the lab,

even though you didn’t intend that anyone be hurt. And you know too much of the

wrong kind of information about me. I think you may have to find another topic for your

dissertation.’

‘There are quite a few bodies to be buried here, Wonder Woman. What about your

reputation? Couldn’t all of us do some forgetting, thanks to your golden lasso?’

‘Deborah will have to go to prison for killing the graduate student.’

‘Without question,’ Kane agreed.

‘And you have to do some time for planning the whole operation.’ Kane looked

surprised.

‘Why?!!? It was in the interest of research. No one was supposed to get hurt. They

were the ones who caused everything to go wrong.’

‘Someone was killed in the lab. Penelope was raped and almost killed. As you yourself

noted, there are some dead bodies here, too. And, I think, if some of your partners had

had their way, I would have been killed, as well.’

Kane was silent in the face of this indictment. Wonder Woman went on, ‘What

happened to your judgment is the same thing that happened to the thinking of scientists

in concentration camps during World War II. They were given human guinea pigs to

experiment on and they very quickly forgot that they were dealing with humans.’

*****

Kane and Deborah were made to forget almost all of what happened, thanks to the

magic lasso. The police were called and they arrested the students. The police were

very concerned about the four dead bodies in the room, but the presence of the

hypodermics and evidence of drugs, plus the testimony of Penelope about the sexual

assault that Wonder Woman intruded upon, and the confessions about the bombings, all

served to assuage their concerns. The frightened young man who had earlier run from

the room was made to forget almost everything as well. Much of his frightened

testimony supported Penelope’s story.

Penelope led Wonder Woman to the room behind the full-length mirror, where the

movie camera had been set up to record the experiments, and where all the films were

stored. The films were removed before the police arrived. An inspection of the personal

belongings of the dead young men revealed the photos taken the first night. The

Amazon was horrified to see herself.

*****

Her horror was increased many times when she saw the movie footage. The humiliation

of the first night, the payment rendered to the athletes for their role in capturing Wonder

Woman, brought tears to the Amazon’s eyes, tears that were kissed away by her friend

and ally. As they watched themselves making love on the second night, Penelope and

the superheroine from Paradise embraced and were moved to tears by the power of the

love which gripped them.

The most serious discussion they had was over whether Penelope should be made to

forget some of the events of the first night. Penelope believed that she should. But the

lovely Amazon Maid convinced her that it could not cause a rift between them, and

could only serve to strengthen the force of love between them.

*****

Steve arrived in Newark the next day. Diana told him that Wonder Woman and she

had solved the case, and that Wonder Woman had left, answering other calls. ‘Did you

tell her I was coming?’ Steve asked, almost incredulous, the disappointment clear in his

voice.

‘Yes. That’s why she left this for you,’ Diana answered. She handed him an envelope.

‘Dear Steve,

‘I cannot begin to tell you how much our feelings for one another have

meant to me since my arrival in Man’s World. Without your constant

presence and support, I could not have become the Wonder Woman I am

today. However, I now understand some things about myself that have

been unclear until now. And, because of this new understanding, I must

tell you that I cannot see you again.

‘I have found someone who understands me better than anyone ever has.

‘Thank you for all you have done and I wish you well in the future.

‘My most sincere good wishes,

Wonder Woman’

Steve’s jaw dropped. ‘Wonder Woman… gave you… this?’ he asked.

‘Bad news, Steve?’

Steve just turned and walked to his car, parked at the curb about twenty yards away.

During the long walk and watching him drive away, Diana could see the anger and hurt

in his body and face, and for a moment she felt pity for him.

*****

Wonder Woman and Penelope lay naked in the bed in the motel room. On the bare

wall in front of them, the movie of their first lovemaking played itself out. The Princess

gently kissed the acid burns on the tips of Penelope’s fingers on her right hand, the

fingers which had wound the acid-soaked handkerchief around the links of the chain.

The End

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