WONDER WOMAN:
The Senator’s Crisis
by marat
Chapter 10
Under the magical power of Olga Kobyrynka and
the physical power of the security guards, Wonder
Woman was led to the sleeping quarters on the
second floor of the great house. Penelope was taken
along, in order that she may watch the
destruction of her lover, before she too would be killed. Olga
gave orders for Wonder Woman to be tied to the
bed, spread-eagle. Meanwhile, she passed among
the guards looking for the one she wanted as her
partner. He had not participated in the earlier
recreation involving the heroine. He was very
tall, over 6’ 5”, with broad shoulders and sandy
blonde hair. Olga also liked the tightness of
his uniform.
She led him to the bed. There, when he saw the
prostrate Amazon Princess, he stopped and stared.
The cut-away bustier and the inviting hole in
her crotch, the magnificence of her beauty and the
perfection of her body, even after all that had
been done to her, combined to stimulate him. Wonder
Woman pulled at her bonds, and, in doing so,
swung her hips out to the left and right, very
seductively, making the young man now wet his
lips in anticipation of what was to come. He took a
step toward the captive, but both Olga and the
Senator warned him to wait.
Everyone was cleared from the room except Olga,
the Senator, Penelope, and the young man.
Senator Carlton held Penelope’s arm firmly, as
they took up a place along the wall opposite the foot
of the bed. Wonder Woman raised her head to see
Penelope struggle against the Senator’s grip, only
to have him hold her even more tightly. The two
saw her exposed breasts and the cut in her tights,
her bound wrists and boots tightly holding her
in place on the bed. The uniformed man was to the
right of the bed, near the door. As Olga walked
around the bed toward an overstuffed chair against
the wall opposite, she told him, ‘Take off your
uniform, allow yourself to be stimulated. I want you to
make the most unrestrained love to this woman
that you have ever done in your life.’
As he started to strip, a smile turned his lip.
Olga took her seat in the chair, beneath the
floor lamp. ‘Senator, it will be up to you to let me know
when you will end her life, so that I may return
to my body.’
‘I will delay that order for as long as I can.
For what you have done, I want you to have the
appropriate reward.’
With that, Olga sat back in her chair and closed
her eyes. She seemed to go into a trance almost
immediately. Softly, she was mumbling, but no
one could make out the words. Her body, after a few
moments, seemed to shrivel.
Soon, she stopped mumbling. And immediately
Wonder Woman picked up the incantation.
The Princess from Paradise Island listened to
herself. ‘She’s in my mind,’ she thought. ‘She’s part of
my mind.’
‘That’s right, Princess,’ she heard her mind
say. ‘Now I control you from within.’
The young man finished taking off his clothes,
having stacked them on the floor at the foot of the bed.
He watched, wide-eyed, as Wonder Woman’s
beautiful face turned to him and said, ‘All right,
officer. You may begin now.’
‘NO! Not Again!! NO!! NNOOOOHH!!’ Wonder Woman’s
mind screamed.
The now-naked officer sat on the side of the
bed, his large strong hands slowly and smoothly
caressing Wonder Woman’s shorn satin uniform. He
placed his hand on her golden belt and ran it
softly around her waist. He rubbed his palm
upward across her stomach, gently feeling the satin
eagle, which made up her breastplate. He pushed
his hand between her breasts, sensing their
roundness, their heaviness, their strength that
allowed them to remain full in seeming defiance of
gravity. With his index finger, he felt her
nipple.
At the same time, his other hand moved along her
round and powerful thigh. It rolled around the
thigh, then rubbed downward between her leg and
the bed, behind the knee. All the while, his prick
enlarged, became rigid, straightened to its full
ten-inch length. All who saw it were amazed at its
sheer size. It must have a two-inch diameter at
the base, Senator Carlton observed. The young man
continued to caress Wonder Woman’s leg, and he
slowly moved from the sitting position to placing
his large body on top of her. His rock-hard
member found the cutaway portion of her tights and
slowly entered her. The juices flowing from her
made that process smooth.
Wonder Woman’s mind was screaming. But her body
responded receptively. As he filled Wonder
Woman’s body and Olga Kobyrynka’s soul, the
Amazon’s legs pulled upward on the ropes which
bound them to the bed, so that her thighs stood
upward from the mattress at a 45 degree angle and
then her calves, covered in red leather,
followed a line parallel to the bed about a foot above it. The
young man’s body fit neatly between her legs as
he moved slowly and rhythmically back and forth,
pumping his organ deeper and deeper into the
woman’s willing body.
‘OOOOooooohhhh, yes!’ Wonder Woman heard herself
saying. With her mouth, she reached up and
bit his neck and upper chest lightly. Then her
head fell back and rolled on the bed, moans and sighs
issuing from her satisfied self. The young man’s
hands were busy, roaming over her inviting and
receptive body, inside her mouth, around her
ass, over her breasts, deep into her hair, covering all
areas remaining of her costume. Gradually, the
excitement between the two partners began to build,
and his rhythmic pace quickened. The grunts,
which had occasionally sounded, now became
simultaneous and harmonious, Wonder Woman’s
contralto mixing with his baritone. Between them,
the sounds attracted the attention of other
officers in the hall, and still others on the first floor.
‘OOOooooohhhh! OOOOooooohhhh!! OOOOOOOOOHHhh!!’
Wonder Woman breathed in rhythm
with his upward thrusts into her. She turned her
head and first bit his ear lobe lightly, then pushed
her tongue into his ear canal. Finally, she
pulled almost the entire ear into her mouth, all the while
continuing her steady stream of sighs.
As the powerful Amazonian orgasm seized her,
Wonder Woman gave vent to a loud, sensual cry of
pleasure. The Olga part of her had never felt
such a rush, as she shuddered, body and mind. The
Wonder Woman part of her continued to seek ways
to resist, but this was the most powerless she
had ever been, since she couldn’t even control
all of her own mind.
The second orgasm quickly followed the first.
Olga had never felt like this. The powerful Amazon
body, coupled with the powerful natural forces
acting on it, drove her into a light-headed frenzy. She
moaned loudly, she screamed with pleasure,
‘OooHhh, YESSS, YESSS, YYEEeeSSSSS! More!
MORE!!!’
As the young man completed his orgasm, he pushed
himself up by his arms, their lower bodies still
joined, and he looked down on the beautiful,
sweating, wild-eyed Princess beneath him. He was
breathing heavily through his mouth, gasping almost,
saliva fell from his lips to her chest when he
licked his dry mouth.
‘MORE! AGAIN!!’ Wonder Woman’s voice demanded.
Spent, he fell back on top of her and tried to
rise again, but he could not.
‘I… I… can’t,’ he said weakly.
Just as he did, a pair of hands seized him by
the shoulders and fairly flung him off the Amazon and
onto the floor. He lay there, trying to recover
as the next guard slid into place and pushed his own
large member into the Amazon. As he focused his
eyes, he saw four more security guards taking
their uniforms off. His head fell back to the
floor and he lay motionless.
Penelope watched with growing horror as the body
of her lover was taken again and again. The
wails and moans issuing from Wonder Woman’s
throat, at first, were familiar, then painful to listen
to. She watched as the body of her beautiful and
powerful lover was taken by guard after guard, and
all the while sounds of pleasure and calls for
more streamed forth. Her cum streaked down her legs,
settling over the bedspread and darkening it.
Where her torso moved, she smeared blood across that
same bedspread. But it was the sound of pleasure
that forced Penelope to break into tears. That, and
the chuckles from Senator Carlton.
‘This is much more fun than I imagined,’ he said
softly. Then, loud enough for Penelope to hear,
‘Does she sound like that when you two do it?’
He continued to taunt his prisoner, ‘Does she moan
that much for you?’ ‘Watch while we fuck a
superheroine to death?’ ‘Oh, baby, don’t you wish you
could give it to her right now?’
For Olga, the sensations were amazing. She
couldn’t separate the rush she was feeling from what
she’d imagined it would be. This body was
incredible. It can take anything that these men dish out.
As the eighth man entered her, she felt the same
ecstasy that she had experienced the first time. This
body had the capacity to maintain this high
level forever, it seemed. There was no loss of emotion,
no less sensation despite the multiple
penetrations. What kind of woman was this?
By the time she underwent her twelfth
penetration, Olga felt light-headed. What was happening?
The body was still strong… but my mind: MY MIND!
MY MIND!! is losing control! My mind is no
longer controlling the situation.
Wonder Woman’s body suddenly bucked more
fiercely, driving the guard deep into her.
AAAAAaaaaaaaHHHHhhhhhh!! She screamed. It was
part pleasure, but there was also a new
element, a frantic terror, as Olga realised that
the situation was passing from her control. Penelope
was shocked by the sound, torn from her trance.
She had never heard such a sound from Diana.
Something was wrong.
Wonder Woman’s mind heard the meltdown that
occurred in Olga’s mind and was powerless to
stop it. Olga’s mind was dying. It was already
gone, unable to match the powers of her new body.
As news guards mounted her, Wonder Woman felt
Olga’s mind die.
And with the death of Olga’s mind, the Amazon
Princess felt her own mind rush back into the
vacuum. As she regained control of her body, she
felt the pain surge across her back, the rawness
and deep sensations from her vagina after so
many penetrations, the soreness of her breasts from so
many hands fondling them. But she also felt her
own strength return to her.
In a single motion, Wonder Woman tore her arms
free and brought the edges of her hands down on
the security guard lying atop her. The blows
caught him on the shoulders and back, immediately
rendering him paralysed because of the shock to
the nerve clusters located there. He collapsed at the
same moment that the powerful Amazon shot
upright in the bed. She tossed him to the floor like a
soft bag of grain, and then tore away the bonds
securing her legs.
Those guards who had begun to recover from their
experience with Wonder Woman were
struggling to their feet as she slid from the
bed. Those who had only recently finished with her were
still too exhausted to consider such a strenuous
action. They continued to lie in place. There were
two who attacked her, screaming, but they were
shortly dispatched, lying in heaps against the wall.
Those who sought refuge in the hall, fled naked
through the door, but they too were quickly
subdued.
Wonder Woman was a whirlwind of fury, careless
of whether her blows killed or incapacitated her
targets. In short order, all of those who had
raped her, plus the half dozen still waiting in line were
either unconscious or dead, littering the room
and the hall.
The Princess looked at the shriveled body of
Olga Kobyrynka lying, unmoving, in the chair beside
the bed. She felt pity for the witch, her body
dead in one place and her mind, also dead, elsewhere.
She wondered whether there was to be a reunion
in the underworld.
When the Amazon dynamo began her assault on the
guards, Senator Carlton’s grip on his captive
tightened. He dragged her at first toward the
connecting door leading to the bathroom next door.
Penelope, for her part, was exulted by the sight
of the powerful Amazon restored. She struggled
against the Senator, but could not resist the
strength and angle at which he held her.
Once at the door, he roughly threw the girl
against the bed, turned and disappeared from the room.
Penelope, dazed, pushed herself up from the
floor. Before her unfocussed eyes, Wonder Woman
continued her rampage against the security men.
Only when she had finished did the eyes of the two
roommates meet. Wonder Woman strode to her
friend and helped her from the floor.
‘Are you all right?’ both asked simultaneously.
‘Yes,’ each answered. Then Penelope sagged a
moment.
Wonder Woman led her lover to the bed and helped
her to sit on the stained and bloodied
bedspread. Already darkening, the blood looked
almost black in the overhead lamp.
‘Stay here,’ Wonder Woman said softly to her
friend. ‘I’ll go after Carlton.’
‘Wait, wait,’ Penelope held the Amazon. ‘You
can’t. You… You’re…,’ she struggled, ‘you’ve been
beaten and raped. You’re weakened. And you have
nothing that will stand up in court.’
‘I have a document in my invisible plane which
will show him to be guilt of serious crimes against
the Constitution. Once these are revealed, his
power won’t protect from other charges. Now stay
here.’
Penelope forced a smile and eased a sigh. ‘Go
on. I’ll be all right.’
Wonder Woman rose, still touching the back of
her friend. She smiled briefly, then raced through the
door and into the hall.
Inspecting the bathroom next door, she found no
exit other than the hallway entry through which
she came. Since the Senator had not gone past
the bedroom, she headed down the hallway toward
the far stairwell. As she made her way
downstairs, she stopped and listened for sounds on each level.
There was no evidence that he fled the house
through the main entrance. All the cars that had been
parked in front of the house were still there.
She pursued a descent further into the bowels beneath
the house.
On the second level below ground, she heard a
small sound. She walked cautiously along the
hallway, sneaking a peek into each of the rooms.
At the far end of the hall, there was a small room
being used for not much more than storage. As
she entered, she saw that it was home to a large
number of crates, and that there were winches
standing about to move the crates to upper levels of
shelving. At the far end of the room was a
garage door. And a familiar shadow.
‘It’s over, Senator,’ she called. ‘It’s time for
you to come out and surrender.’
‘Oh, no, Wonder Woman,’ he responded. The
bitterness with which he had spoken her name earlier
was gone now. ‘It’s only begun.’ He stepped out
into the light. He was still wearing his
silver-and-black uniform. ‘Do you think this is
over simply because you say so? Do you know who
you’re up against?’
‘You and some unstable people in positions of
great power. But when the COINTELPRO plan is
revealed to the public, your time will be over.’
‘I know you have a copy of the plan. But you
don’t know how much of that plan has already been
implemented. It will take a long time for anyone
to do anything. And the President will grant me a
pardon. You may think you know a great deal, but
we have the power right now. Nothing will come
of what you have learned.’
‘Why don’t we let the American people decide
what will happen?’ Wonder Woman began walking
forward, releasing her golden lasso from her
belt. She held it with both hands and was preparing to
loop it over the Senator’s head, when…
The edge of the crate came crashing down on the
top of Wonder Woman’s head with full force of
the drop from the ceiling of the garage area.
She pitched forward, landing on her stomach, finally
rolling slowly onto her side before she lost
consciousness. The lasso fell from her hands as soon as
she was struck. She lay on the polished cement
floor and did not move.
As the Senator walked around the Unconscious
Amazon Princess, he spoke to her. ‘You see,
Wonder Woman, there is always one more
unforeseen complication. You may have only delayed
our plans for this country, but you haven’t
changed anything. How did you think that you, a mere
woman, could stop this movement? We Have
men-MEN-in positions of power, men who know
what they are doing. We will make this country
great again. We will remove the stain of division,
we will win the war in Vietnam, we will restore
America’s prestige everywhere. And we’ll do it by
demonstrating America’s unity and unquestioning
support for the President and his policies.’ With
that he brutally kicked the unconscious heroine
squarely in her naked back, fresh blood again oozing
from the stripes on her back.
He looked down at the woman before him. Fresh
blood came from her back and from a new wound
on the back of her head and puddled on the
floor. Her hair was matted with sweat and tousled,
almost completely obscuring her tiara. The
breastplate that she wore had the covering of her breasts
cut away, exposing her ample mammaries. They
were red from the intense fondling. Her thigh was
smeared with blood from the bullet wound. The
satin of her uniform was covered with debris and
scuffs. Her leather boots were also scuffed as
they lay, one piled on top of the other on the unmoving
Amazon.
‘Yes, Wonder Woman, despite what you thought you
were doing, you are going to lose. I win.’
A single shot rang out and echoed through the
storage area. It sounded like thunder, though it was
only a .22 caliber pistol. It had formerly
belonged to the large guard who had raped Wonder Woman
first. Now it was in the hand of Diana Prince’s
roommate.
The Senator looked at the small hole in his
chest and when he saw the blood spurt out with the final
beats of his heart, he looked up and smiled. To
Penelope, it looked like a death’s head grin, and he
held it as he fell forward onto his face.
Penelope ran forward to the unconscious Wonder
Woman. A pool of blood was already taking
shape by her head, as the liquid ran down the
back of her head, glistening in her raven hair. As the
young woman looked down on the beautiful Amazon
Maid, panic seized her. She quickly picked up
the unmoving body in her strong arms, and
carried her upstairs to the living area near the indoor
garden. She laid the Princess on a sofa, and then
looked around for something to serve as a compress.
In a nearby half-bath, she found physician’s
gauze, which she secured in place with some medical
tape. The pad of gauze darkened with the blood
flowing from the wound, but no blood flowed from
beneath the dressing. Penelope studied her
lover, lying unconscious. The blood was still a threat to
flow freely from her head; her back was
crisscrossed with bloody stripes and welts; blood was
smeared across her thigh from the bullet hole so
plainly visible. Her star-spangled uniform was
covered in blood and debris, her hair was matted
against her head, and her exposed breasts were still
red and swollen from their mishandling. Yet, as
Penelope watched her, she realised that this woman
was by far the most beautiful female on the
planet. She returned to the bathroom for a damp towel
and began the process of trying to revive her.
It took fifteen minutes of concentrated effort,
of rubbing her face with the damp cloth, of rinsing the
towel over and over again, to bring Wonder
Woman’s eyes open. She looked tired. For a moment,
Penelope thought that her roommate didn’t
recognise her, as she stared blankly, past her into space.
The beatings, the rapes, the exertions, the blow
to the head had all served to weaken the powerful
Amazon.
Finally, she smiled. ‘What happened? What hit
me?’ She still looked dazed but her eyes were
focused now.
‘The Senator released a wooden crate that was
hanging from the ceiling. You were lucky it didn’t
come squarely down on you, but it did make a
pretty nasty gash with its edge.’
‘Where is the Senator now?’
‘He’s dead. He’s lying in that receiving area
you tracked him to.’
‘Dead?’
‘I shot him. He was ready to do something to
you. I didn’t want to,’ she paused. ‘I didn’t want to…
to… kill him. But I didn’t see anything else I
could do. He had already kicked you once in the back. I
was afraid he would do something more.’
Wonder Woman was silent for a moment. ‘I never
wanted you to be involved in anything I was
doing. There are some things about what I do not
even a roommate, or a best friend, or a lover can
ever know about. Now you know.’
‘What do I know?’
‘That people die in the violent world I’m part
of. Being a superheroine only makes it easier to hide
these uncomfortable truths. I can make people
forget things. You saw that in Delaware. But there are
some messes that are more difficult to clean
up.’
‘This has happened before.’
‘Of course this has happened before. It’s been
happening ever since I arrived here. I don’t know how
many people I’ve had to kill in the course of my
efforts to help defeat the Nazis and the Japanese,
criminals, spies, and all the rest.’
‘But nobody ever hears about them.’
‘We have to keep it that way.’
‘”We?”’ Penelope wasn’t sure she wanted to know
this answer.
‘The Justice League. You’d be amazed at how many
times we get involved in this sort of mess.
Superman is probably the best at it. With all
the powers he’s got, it’s a snap to clean up any loose
ends. My lasso makes it possible to do the same,
but my problem is that I try to leave as few bodies
lying around at the end of the story as
possible. Batman probably leaves the biggest messes
consistently. We always have to go in and tie up
all his loose ends.’
Penelope looked shocked. She didn’t know what to
say. Finally, she feebly forced out, ‘But none of
this is ever reported.’
‘Of course not. How long do you think people
would let beings with superpowers roam around
without some measure of control if they knew
that they regularly killed significant numbers of their
fellows, criminals or not?’
Penelope simply stared at this revelation. She
had never dreamed that superheroes would recklessly
throw away the lives of people. But then again,
why shouldn’t they? The people they fought against
were villains, super- and otherwise, and
represented a grave threat to both themselves and the
society they were protecting. But the idea that
Wonder Woman, Superman, and all the others
covered up the results of their actions was more
than she was ready to absorb.
‘Have you killed very many?’ she asked, weakly.
‘No. Like I said, my Amazon philosophy preaches
the protection of all life. The deaths, which have
resulted from my efforts, were mostly because of
the determination and resistance of my foes. I didn’t
kill because I wanted to kill them; I killed
them because there was no other way to stop them or to
bring them to justice. The ones that have always
been the hardest to take have been those who were
accidentally killed or injured in the struggle.
Those bodies have always been accounted for and they
have always been treated, at least by me, with
the dignity they deserve. I can’t say that all
superheroes have been so considerate.’
There was a long pause. Penelope looked at the
blood-soaked hair of her lover, the cut-away bustier
and the manhandled breasts, the blood-smeared
thigh, and she visualised her scarred back. She
looked at the house and its beautiful and
expensive furnishings and realised the difference between
the wealth and power and cultivation which
Senator Carlton had put forward to the world and the
poverty of his character and the evil,
small-minded ideas he embodied. But did this mean he would
have to die?
Wonder Woman seemed to know what was going
through her fiend’s mind. ‘The death of evil is
never so clear cut as the fighting of evil. We
all agree that it must be resisted with all our strength.
But when we are responsible for the death of an
individual, even one who stood for ideas which are
repugnant to everything we have been brought up
to believe, there is always a residue of our
civilisation to remind us that the death was of
a human being. You never put it away. It drops from
your consciousness and hides, but it never
disappears. Sometimes it returns during the quiet of the
night and wracks your memory with horrible
images.’ She took her lasso in her hand. ‘But I can
make you forget this one.’
Penelope thought about it for a long time. While
Wonder Woman began clearing the bodies of the
guards and carrying those who survived onto the
front lawn, Penelope walked through the great
house, considering what it was that she was
being asked to do.
When she finally made her decision, she sought
out the Amazon Princess, who was carrying one of
the dead to the sub-basement level. ‘Diana, I
can’t forget this. Our love and our relationship are
based on truth, on what you would call your
Amazonian principles. If you allowed me-and I allowed
me-to forget what happened here and what I have
learned here, I KNOW-I am absolutely
certain-whatever may happen between us will be
affected. This is because the relationship will be
based upon a lie. There will be something
between us that you will know and I don’t. I love you,
Diana. I love what you stand for. I love what
you have come to mean to me. And I love you because
you have never lied to me or deceived me about
what you think or what you have done. That love
will be tainted if we agreed to hide this from
ourselves.’
‘Do you understand why we hide it from others?’
‘That’s simply the way it must be. It won’t be
the first thing that you and I have hidden from
society.’
The Heroine smiled, a sad smile. ‘Mark Twain
said that the Dreams of our Youth are beautiful-and
perishable.’ She paused. ‘I love you, too.’
*****
The dead security guards were buried deep within
the walls of the lowest sub-basement, Wonder
Woman using her Amazon strength to tear down and
rebuild the walls and to dig a mass grave
several yards from the outside walls of the
house. The surviving guards were placed under the
influence of the magic lasso and forced to
forget everything about all of their experiences in the
Senator’s employ, in some cases requiring them
to forget three or more years of their life.
‘Sometimes there are prices to pay for being
involved in evil such as this,’ Wonder Woman told
Penelope.
The Senator was the most serious problem. On the
one hand, he could simply disappear, which
would lead to questions and theories. Or his
body could be found in the house by his arriving staff,
who knew about the guards and, perhaps, about
some of the Senator’s plans. The bullet in his chest
complicated his death by forbidding anything
except a murder, either accidental or intentional.
Wonder Woman decided to drop the Senator’s
reclothed body (the uniform would also raise difficult
questions) in a wooded path along the Potomac.
The magic lasso would also reprogram the
household staff.
The funeral for Senator Carlton of Arizona was
one of the grandest events of the summer and fall of
1970. The police investigated intensively but
never found a suspect. The house was eventually sold
to a conservative columnist for the Washington
Star. He never found the bodies behind the walls.
The sub-basements were turned into the finest
wine cellar and private art gallery in Virginia.
Wonder Woman took the COINTELPRO file to some
friends at the Washington Post, and over the
next few years they effectively used the
document to resist President Nixon’s effort to stifle dissent.
Eventually, their ability to know what he was
planning to implement helped them to drive him from
office in disgrace.
*****
Wonder Woman remained with Penelope. The two
women became closer and more loving and
more respectful of one another. The scars on
Diana’s back disappeared. Her uniform was replaced.
(Indeed, Penelope, after what she had been told,
was not surprised to learn that Wonder Woman’s
costume needed replacement at frequent intervals
because of her treatment at the hands of her
enemies.) Penelope continued to learn about the
ways of the world from her devoted lover and
herself became more dedicated to the efforts of
womankind to change the world for the better.
THE END
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