WONDER WOMAN:
The Senator’s Crisis
by marat
Chapter 9
‘You’ve been a very naughty girl,’ the Senator
was saying, as Wonder Woman’s mind slowly
grasped what was happening. ‘You’ve caused us a
great deal of trouble and concern tonight. That’s
something I cannot allow you to do again, Wonder
Woman.’
He was standing only two feet away from her,
tightly holding her lasso, his closed hand only inches
from the Amazon’s soft and lovely throat. Soon,
she was standing fully erect, the effects of the magic
fires all but gone from within her.
‘You don’t remember what happened to you the
last time you were here,’ he continued, ‘but I’m
sure you saw the effects of our efforts. That
will be mere child’s play by the time this night is over. I
have done with you, you treasonous bitch.
Tonight I will make you pay for your crimes, and, in the
end, you will forfeit your life.’ He stared up
into the Amazon’s face, gradually tightening his grip on
the magic lasso, pulling her face toward his. A
sneer of hate slowly grew as he looked at her, then he
spit into her beautiful countenance.
‘Olga, you will stay with me until this is
done.’
‘As you wish.’
Wonder Woman realised that the Senator had
divested himself of his usual grey suit and blue tie,
that he was wearing a uniform similar to that of
his guard. Black, with silver adornment indicating
officer status, with black leather boots, highly
polished, and a black leather belt with a holster, the
uniform reminded the Amazon Princess of the
uniforms of the SS seen so frequently during World
War II.
‘And now. Wonder Woman.’ He spoke her name very
slowly and with obvious distaste. ‘Since this
will be the last night on earth for the traitor
to American liberties, this fellow traveler, this
Communist sympathiser, since you are nothing
more than a vicious viper in the weeds, I want you to
follow me like the snake that you are. Crawl on
your belly behind me.’ His voice grew louder with
hate as he said this.
Wonder Woman dropped to the floor and, as the
Senator walked from the room she crawled along
behind him, the leather of her boots and the
satin of her costume the only sounds. Once she began
this humiliating display, the laughter of the
guards quickly overwhelmed these small sounds. Some of
the guards found wriggling of her body across
the floor erotically charged and they watched her, at
first laughing, then quietly, like beasts of
prey. A guard jumped heavily on her back, shouting, ‘Take
me for a ride, bitch! I want to ride the
heroine!’ The cheering of the guards mounted again and
followed her through the foyer toward the
staircase.
The Senator turned, his eyes alight. ‘Who wants
a ride?’ he yelled.
‘Me! Me! Me!’ the guards yelled back almost as a
chorus.
‘All right. But only one or two at a time,’ he
told them, and another guard bounced down on
Wonder Woman’s crawling form. He was carrying a
swagger stick common to those who seemed
to be officers in the Senator’s security force,
and he began to beat the heroine’s hip and thigh with it,
to urge her to go faster.
As she crawled across the floor, back and forth,
with old and new riders on her back, with swagger
sticks and riding crops continuously beating her
hips and legs, the laughter of the guards and the
Senator ringing in her ear, the helpless avenger
felt the bitterness of humiliation.
‘I want to ride bareback!’ one of the guards
demanded.
‘Yeah! Yeah! Me too!’ many voices followed.
‘Stop! Wonder Woman!’ the Senator ordered his
captive.
She did so. The two men riding her stood up and
stepped away from her. ‘Stand up and take off that
uniform,’ Senator Carlton now commanded.
‘I am compelled to obey,’ the helpless Princess
said as she rose to her feet.
‘Wait, wait, wait!’ The Senator sounded angry
now. ‘There’s got to be some way to make you
enjoy your situation as much as we want you to.
And you can’t do that as long as everything is
compelled and you have no will of your own.’
Senator Carlton looked around. ‘We could use chains
to link your bracelets. That worked the other
night. But…’
He caught sight of Olga. ‘Olga, can you put some
kind of spell on her so that I can remove the lasso
and giver back her will, yet still keep her
under our control?’
‘It can be done, but I cannot have anyone here.
This is the highest magic. I will do as you ask, but
only if you clear everyone out of the room. And
for--?’ She rubbed her thumb and index finger
together, indicating that there would be an
extra charge for this task.
‘If the spell works as you promise, I’ll be
happy to pay,’ Carlton said. ‘Everyone! Clear out!’
The uniformed men walked to the stairwell,
casting their eyes downward, some of them mumbling.
Soon Olga and the Senator were the only ones
left in the foyer.
‘You understand, she is to be unable to resist,
but still have her will. That’s what I’m paying for,’ he
said scoldingly.
‘I understand precisely what you want from this
woman,’ Olga replied. ‘You will be very happy
with what I provide.’ He handed her the lasso
and walked toward the stairs. He disappeared
upstairs, moving toward his living area.
Wonder Woman shuddered as felt the power of the
new hands controlling the lasso.
*****
‘Follow me,’ Olga ordered, as she led Wonder
Woman into the dark area behind the indoor garden.
The Princess followed, the usual dampening of
her sex gone wild as she felt the witch’s power roar
through her. As she walked, she felt her juices
begin to pour from inside her, and her will crumbled
in the face of the power controlling her.
‘Stand here,’ ordered Olga, indicating one of
the pillars. Wonder Woman stood with her back to the
shiny marble surface. Olga took the lasso and
walked around the Amazon prisoner, securing her to
the column. The golden rope spiraled around her
body, beginning at her throat, wrapping around her
bare shoulders and upper chest, descending to
her waist where it secured her bare arms to her body,
then dropped again to her naked thighs, where
Olga tied off the lasso. Before she dropped the end of
the rope, Olga ordered her captive, ‘You will
not attempt to escape while I cast this spell.’ Wonder
Woman felt the same wrenching shudder rush
through her, as the power of the lasso controlled her.
Wonder Woman stared at the witch, feeling her
tights dampening under her, as Olga raised her left
hand and began her incantation. Olga held her hand
in front of the Amazon’s face, and Wonder
Woman watched as an orange light shone as if
from the palm. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. As
she stared at the light, helpless, the Amazon
prisoner no longer heard the mumbled spell. Meanwhile,
the witch reached her right hand into her
pocket, and removed something. She then reached down
to one of the plants and tore off some of the
hard bark, crumbling it as she raised that hand.
The Amazon felt the compelling power of the
lasso begin to fall away, but she was nevertheless
unable to move. Olga tossed the mixture of bark
and potion into the orange light, and the resulting
flash temporarily brilliantly lit the dark
corner of the foyer.
‘You are completely under my control, Wonder
Woman,’ Olga stated slowly. The helpless prisoner
could see the witch smiling, gleeful at the
control and power, which she now exercised. ‘Remove
the lasso from your body.’
Wonder Woman raised her arms, gathering the
golden rope with them. When her arms reached her
neck, she loosened the lasso and lifted it up
past her head. Still holding the rope, she stepped out of
the loops securing her legs to the pillar. Once
she was free, she gathered up the lasso, looped it, and
secured it to her hip. Wonder Woman was free!
But she was bound to Olga, whose will kept her in
place. ‘What have you done to me? I can’t move;
I can’t take a step. I want to escape, but I can’t
move.’
‘You have independence, but you have no freedom.
You have your will back, and you have your
strength. You can respond to any order given you
as you wish. But what will you do when given an
order? Only what I let you do!’ the woman
laughed. ‘I can make you rob a bank, I can make you do
anything, and you will. You won’t want to, you
will resist me with all your mind and heart, but you
will do it. You see? I have great power.’ Her
laugh was more the classic witch cackle now. ‘Come
with me.’
Wonder Woman followed behind her as if she were
watching herself from a place outside herself.
She was acting exactly as Olga wished her to.
After three or four steps, the black-clad witch
suddenly stopped. ‘You will follow me in a
manner which befits your status.’
With that, the powerless Amazon, unable to
resist, dropped to her hands and knees. Then, as the
witch walked back toward the front of the house,
the Princess of the Amazons scuttled along behind
her. Again, the witch stopped and turned toward
the prisoner of her will who followed her. Lifting
the hem of her dress, she ordered, ‘Kiss my
foot. Lick it and kiss the instep.’ She held out her left
foot, bare except for the worn sandal strapped
to it. The Champion of All Women lowered her head
and began to lick the foot, then finally laid
her head sidewise on the floor and kissed her instep.
‘Good. We must go show my employer.’
*****
Wonder Woman was on her hands and knees, chasing
behind the black-cloaked Olga Kobyrynka.
Her long black hair curled to the floor,
covering her face and shoulders. Beneath its shield, tears
formed in her deep blue eyes, as she wept over
her inability to do anything about her condition. She
was the most powerful woman in the world, the
most beautiful, Princess of the Amazons, Champion
of All Women. Yet, she could not stand up, nor
defend her honour. The flawless skin of her back lay
bare in the bright light of the library, the red
satin of her bustier shone softly, while the golden belt
around her waist shimmered.
She listened as Senator Carlton and the witch
Olga discussed her.
‘Are you sure she is under your control?’ the
Senator was saying.
‘Look at her. Do you think she would have come
in this room in this fashion of her own free will?’
‘Of course not. But the deal was that she was to
have her will back.’
‘Look here then,’ Olga fairly yelled at him. She
reached down and seized the Amazon’s chin
roughly in her hand, pulling her face upward.
Tears from Wonder Woman’s eyes rolled down her
cheeks. To make them even more visible, Olga
pulled back the long black hair of the Princess with
her free hand. Wonder Woman fought to drop her
face toward the floor, to hide her humiliation, but
the enchantress held her firmly. ‘Are not these
tears evidence of my power over her? She cannot be
anywhere excepting where she is. And that is
because I want her here. She weeps because she has
her will. Under her lasso, you saw, she is
without expression, without evident feeling. Let me prove
to you how independent she is.’ She turned to
the powerless prisoner. ‘Stand up.’
Wonder Woman rose to her feet. At least now,
standing on her own feet, she no longer subservient
in her posture. She held her head high and her
shoulders back. The Senator noticed this but said
nothing as her magnificent presence dominated
the room.
Olga continued, ‘Chose one of your men to shoot
her.’
Senator Carlton looked at the old woman,
startled. ‘I want to play with her before I kill her. I don’t
want her shot this early in the game.’
‘You will have your fun. And so will I. You will
see her defend herself in a very familiar way.’
One of the guards was selected and ordered to draw
his pistol. ‘Shoot her down,’ the Senator
ordered, hesitantly.
Aiming carefully, the marksman fired off three
rounds directly at the Amazon.
Faster than the eye could see, Wonder Woman’s
reflexes brought her Amazonium bracelets into the
flight of the bullets, deflecting them. A smile
turned up the corner of the heroine’s mouth as she stood
in the library, untouched by the bullets.
‘Let me do this,’ the Senator ordered, now
sounding angry. He took the pistol from the officer and
turned the gun on Wonder Woman. Taking a moment
to aim carefully, he squeezed off another
round. Wonder Woman deflected this one with
equal ease.
‘Olga,’ he snarled, turning on the witch. ‘I
want to wound her, to put her in pain. I can’t do that if
she can still use her powers to defend herself.’
‘Do you want to wound her?’ the witch repeated,
smiling. ‘Go ahead.’
Again, the Senator aimed the pistol at Wonder
Woman, this time sighting in on her long, tan thigh.
Again, he squeezed the trigger.
Wonder Woman willed her arms to block this new
shot, but she continued to stand there, hands
curled into fists sitting on top of her hips.
The bullet smashed into her bare leg and she screamed in
pain as blood splashed her thigh. She had
followed the bullet in its entire flight from the barrel to her
body. She had wanted to deflect it, to protect
herself. But she had been unable to defend herself.
Now there was pain, very terrible pain, and a
smear of blood.
Olga was smiling widely now. ‘You see my power.
She can only do what I want her to do, what I
let her do.’
Blood streamed from the wound but her Amazon
strength was such that she was able to continue
standing. The pain was great, but the shock of
her failure to act on the bullet was even greater.
‘What are you doing to me? How did you do that?’
‘That was the spell I cast on you. I told you
you were independent, but not free. This is the proof!’
‘Wonderful!’ said Senator Carlton. ‘Take her
downstairs.’
*****
Wonder Woman was baffled. She had been prodded
by rifle butts down the stairs of the great house.
Each time she had wanted to strike out at her
tormentors, she had been unable to do so. Soon the
black-uniformed guards realised that their
charge could not fight back, and they began to enjoy their
provocations.
One of the officers escorting her down the
stairs began to strike her with his staff. Soon, two others
drove her in front of them, beating her about
the shoulders, back, and thighs, all naked under their
blows. Her skin began to turn red where she was
hit repeatedly, and the bullet wound in her leg bled
afresh under the attacks. At the top of one of
the flights of stairs, another man tripped her. She rolled
down the steps, her satin uniform and leather
boots rustling and her body thumping down the twenty
stairs. When her body came to rest on the
landing, guards, laughing, probing their rifles and staffs
into her, surrounded her. Unable to defend
herself against them, she quickly stood up, only to have
one man bring the butt of his rifle down on her
head, hard. She staggered into a group of men, who
pushed her roughly away, back at still another
group. They likewise smashed their rifles and gun
butts into her body. Eventually the beating, the
pain in her leg, and the continued shoving drove the
Princess to her knees.
‘So, you can be taken. Wonder Woman.’ It was the
Senator who stood over her. He took an M-16
from one of the guards. He pushed the barrel
directly into the wound in her thigh.
She screamed in pain, and blood flowed anew from
the wound. He only pushed harder. ‘Plead for
your life. Wonder Woman.’ He always said her
name with a sneer and vitriol in his voice. And it
was always clearly separated from the rest of
the sentence, as if he were handling it with the tips of
his fingers. ‘Let’s see your strength now.
Wonder Woman.’ He kicked the wound, forcing the
Amazon to roll onto the floor. Then he returned
to pressing the barrel of the weapon against the
open wound. ‘Wonder Woman. Champion of All
Women. Wonder Woman. Lying on her back, in
pain. Unable to keep me from doing whatever I
will. Wonder Woman. Tell me. How does it feel? To
be absolutely helpless? To know that you’re
going to die? To know that you’re going to be
humiliated and that your legacy will be one of
failure? Champion of All Women!??! Ha!! Wonder
Woman!!’ He began to laugh, as he pushed the
muzzle of the rifle harder and harder against her. As
he did so, she skittered along the floor, trying
to relieve the pain. ‘Wonder Woman,’ he repeated.
‘Wonder Woman.’ As he drove her before him, he
just kept laughing and repeating her name,
louder, angrier, with increasing contempt and
spite, pushing and kicking at her.
She eventually crashed through the fire doors
into the hallway beyond, the Senator still driving her
before him. Olga followed behind, watching
through narrow eyes. The security guards milled about,
trying to watch as the superheroine was beaten
and pushed about.
‘Stand her up!’ the Senator ordered. Two of the
guards reached down and roughly pulled the
Amazon Princess to her feet. She stood
unsteadily after her treatment and the pain in her thigh
disoriented her. The two guards continued to pin
her arms behind her. ‘Let her go. She can’t do
anything to hurt us.’ They released the
prisoner.
‘In there.’ The Senator indicated a pair of double
doors in the interior wall. Wonder Woman walked
through the doors and saw a large bare room,
brightly lit by fluorescent lights. It was bare-except for
a large metal X-frame in one corner.
‘Over there,’ Senator Carlton ordered her. She
walked to the X-frame, her three-inch heels echoing
off the polished cement floor. ‘Tie her.’
Two of the guards grabbed her arms. Each one
pulled a wrist into a leather strap hanging from the
upper corner of the frame. Once she was secured
in the binding, they stepped behind the frame and
pulled a strap, which raised her arms to the top
of the crosspieces. In a moment, she was standing,
helpless, before the frame, her arms secured
over her head, her back toward her tormentors. Her
arms spread outward from her shoulders, reaching
upward to the restraints. Below, her ankles were
likewise placed in restraints, the guards
wrapping the black leather around her red boots, spreading
her legs outward from her body, so that Wonder
Woman stood powerlessly conformed to the metal
X-frame.
Senator Carlton moved to a cabinet built into
the wall near her. The heroine heard the door open,
then muffled conversation between the Senator
and one of his officers. There was some rattling-it
sounded like several sticks-and the cabinet door
closed. Then, Wonder Woman listened tensely as
the feet crossed the floor toward her.
‘You probably have a pretty good idea about what
will happen to you now,’ the Senator said
quietly. ‘We use this area as our pillory.
Begin!’ he called to his officer.
The cat-o’-nine-tails cut into Wonder Woman’s
bare back with such suddenness that she almost
screamed. The metal studs on the leather straps
tore at her skin, the leather itself reddening her back.
Again and again the blows fell upon her flawless
skin, tearing, raising welts, reddening her body. The
red satin of her bustier was ripped. Each time a
blow was struck, she jerked her body in a spasm of
pain. Tears formed in her eyes and ran down her
face; her teeth were gritted in anger and pain. But
the magic and the restraints held her in place
for the next blow, always not far behind. Finally, after a
dozen lashes, the Senator ordered his man to
stop.
‘I understand you moaned and screamed quite a
bit when you were raped. You’re very quiet now,
and I will not allow you to die until you have
pleaded for life itself. I guess that means you’ll be here
for quite awhile.’
‘I will never beg for my life. If you expect an
Amazon to be reduced to that level, you don’t know
anything about us,’ Wonder Woman said, sweating
and breathing heavily after her whipping.
‘It wasn’t the screaming that fascinated me so
much when the guards told me about it. It was what
you screamed when you were on the bitchbender.’
He walked closer.
‘Who is Penelope?’ he asked.
Wonder Woman was completely shocked by the
question. It was the one secret she was determined
to protect, perhaps even more than her secret
identity. ‘I have no idea who or what you’re talking
about.’
‘Oh, come now. Please. How stupid do you think I
am? I knew we could never get you to plead for
your own life. However, I was also sure that
there was someone who important to you. And,’ here
his voice again took on the fearsome anger and
hate that Wonder Woman was becoming
accustomed to, ‘I am not at all surprised that
you are, in addition to all your other perverted notions,
a lesbo.’ He reached to her waist and plucked
the golden lasso from her.
Wrapping the lasso around her neck, he asked, ‘
Where can we find this Penelope?’
Wonder Woman desperately tried to refuse to
answer the question put to her. Her torment was
evident on her face. But the power of her own
lasso was too great, and with a quivering voice, sobs
breaking up her answer, she gave the Georgetown
address where her lover could be found.
‘Lucas! Take two men with you and bring this
Penelope person here. And make sure she doesn’t
know where she’s being taken.’ The Senator
smiled, and then removed the lasso from his prisoner.
Wonder Woman, her own will rushing to grip her,
broke down completely. She had always known
that the greatest danger that she represented
was to anyone who was dear to her. Criminals tried to
use her feeling for Steve Trevor many times as a
means to get to her, and it had frequently put Steve
in serious jeopardy. But Penelope was not like
Steve. He was a part of military intelligence. He was
trained to resist enemy measures.
Now, her visibility and symbolism was putting
another human being in serious danger. It was the
dearest and most important human being in her
life who was threatened.
‘No!’
Her body began to quake and quiver under her
weeping.
‘NO!’
She pulled at her bonds, but Olga’s spell would
not allow the strength to defeat them.
‘NOOOOOOOOHH!!’
She shook her head wildly. She pulled at her
restraints. She pounded on the metal frame that held
her.
‘LEAVE HER ALONE! I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT!
BUT-PLEASE-JUST LEAVE HER
ALONE!! LEAVE HER ALONE!!’
‘It’s too late for that now. Wonder Woman.’ It
was the Senator again, speaking coolly to her as she
stopped her struggles. The Princess hung from
her restraints, favouring her wounded leg. When he
spoke her name, it still had the familiar venom
attached. ‘The two of you will be found in a very
compromising situation in a very seedy locale,
which I happen to know well.’ Tears again poured
from the deep blue eyes of the helpless Amazon
Princess, as she imagined the end the Senator had in
mind.
‘We have an hour and a half to prepare for the
arrival of our guest of honour. We must get ready.’
The black-uniformed officer’s strong right arm
again rose and fell on the Amazon’s already-scarred
back. Now, when Wonder Woman wept, it was not
because of the pain inflicted on her by the lash.
The tears, which rolled down her cheeks and the
cries, which sprang from her throat, were not the
results of any injuries she suffered at the
hands of her torturer, which she would have endured even
in her enthralled state. She wept at her
helplessness, at her inability to prevent injury to the one
person in the world she wished no harm.
After a second dozen blows, Carlton ordered the
officer to stop again. The beautiful Amazon Maid’s
flesh peered through the torn back of her
bustier. The skin of her back was red from the blows and
trickles of blood now rolled down her bare back,
staining the already-red satin.
‘Turn her around.’
Two men released her legs from the straps at the
base of the X. Two others loosened the restraints at
the top so that she could draw her arms toward
her. As she did so, security men turned her toward
the Senator. Her arms were still secured, and
her hands remained above her head.
‘We need to have you looking your best for the
arrival of your lover, Wonder Slut.’
Security men grabbed and held her. While Wonder
Woman watched, unmoving, the Senator took a
pair of scissors from another of the guards.
Confidently, he walked toward her.
*****
When Penelope arrived, the three guards escorted
her. There was one on either side of her, each
holding an arm. She had a heavy bag completely
covering her head, and she was guided through the
house to the lower-level room where Wonder Woman
was being held. As they entered the room,
the Amazon Princess was again facing the
X-frame, her back undergoing a lashing to the amusement
of the men present. Small rivulets of blood flowed
from her torn back, darkening the red of her
costume, some even flowing as far as the golden
belt that sat atop her hips. Even from the rear,
Penelope could see the heavy smear of blood on
her thigh from the gunshot wound.
‘Diana,’ was Penelope’s first word when she
could see again. She took a few steps toward the
hanging form of the Champion of All Women. But
before she could reach her lover, Penelope was
again seized by the men guarding her.
‘So, now we have a name to hang on you. Wonder
Woman,’ the Senator said. The beaten and
nearly unconscious Amazon didn’t move. Penelope
turned her head sharply in his direction.
‘What have you done to her?’ demanded the
roommate, clad only in a pajama top and panties.
‘What should have been done to her a long time
ago,’ he replied. ‘We have taken the sin of pride
from her. She now knows her place. We have
reminded her that this is a man’s world,’ the Senator
was growing visibly angry now, ‘and that when
anyone fucks with my country and my beliefs, then
they will have to pay.’
Wonder Woman slumped down on the frame, he head
hanging low between her upraised arms, the
weight of her body fully supported by her bound
wrists. Her knees were bent, her ankles secured to
the lower extremes of the frame. Only a few
strands of her dark, sweaty hair lay over her beaten
back. The red welts and cut skin covering her
back looked like a bloody road map of a vicious
landscape.
‘Welcome, Miss Penelope. We’ll detain you only
briefly, only long enough to get the full effect.’
Penelope tried to free herself, but the men held
her tightly. ‘Patience, Miss,’ the Senator continued.
‘Take the Amazon down!’
As Wonder Woman was released from her bonds, he
turned to Olga, still standing by. ‘Now that we
have the lover here, why don’t you get the last
of -Diana’s, was it? -essence?’
‘I cannot leave the presence of the one who is
bewitched without giving up the spell,’ Olga
explained.
‘Oh. Well, we can’t allow that to happen.’ He
turned, ‘Two of you men. Go up to the main floor.
Bring down the iron kettle that Olga left in the
small study. And don’t drop anything or spill
anything!’ he ordered.
When Wonder Woman was cut down and dragged
toward her, Penelope saw the handiwork of the
wait for her arrival. The eagle’s wings, which enclosed
her breasts, had been cut out of her
breastplate, exposing the heroine. Likewise, a
large swath of her crotch had been cut away from her
star-spangled tights. Dried cum was evident on
her long, tan, round thighs, and when Wonder
Woman was drawn closer, Penelope saw the same on
her face and around her mouth.
The two men dragging the defeated woman dropped
her three yards from Penelope. As she hit the
floor, she moaned. She was still conscious, but
only barely. Penelope watched for a moment while
she was still held, and saw the Amazon’s hand
move, just a little at first. The Princess’ arm then
reached outward, her palm finding the floor.
Penelope couldn’t believe it, as Wonder Woman tried
to push herself into a standing position.
‘Let the dyke go,’ the Senator said harshly.
Penelope rushed to her fallen lover. ‘The Amazon is not
only controlled by us, but also, as you heard,
by magic. The magic keeps her will in check. She can
wish to resist all she wants, but she can’t do a
thing about what we do to her.’ Penelope cradled
Wonder Woman’s head in her arms, and held her
against her chest, as the dancer slipped gracefully
to the floor next to her friend. ‘We have
successfully taken the resistance out of her, I think.’
Now it was Penelope’s turn to sob. ‘Why are you
doing this? How could you do this to-to her, of all
people?’
‘Because she is what she is: a threat to the
white, constitutional government of laws, which built this
country. She is a Communist sympathiser who
supports the weakening of our laws and our defenses
against enemies within and without. She must be
removed.’
‘Help me to stand up.’ Penelope heard the faint
whisper coming from Wonder Woman. Together,
the two women struggled to their feet. Penelope
put her arm around the back of her friend, helping
to support her weight. As she did so, she felt
the blood on her back, still damp, still running from
some deep or fresh wounds, smear her forearm.
Her roommate supported most of Wonder Woman’s
weight. But the superheroine still responded to
the Senator. ‘I am still going… to stop you,’
she said weakly. ‘You are threatening the… entire
democratic structure…’ (here she paused and
seemed to catch her breath) ‘of this country with’ (she
paused again) ‘with your COINTELPRO. I can’t
allow that program to go into effect.’
‘You’re already too late. It’s already gone into
effect. Subversive groups have already been
infiltrated, possible enemies are already under
investigation…’
‘Like Senator Kennedy?’ Wonder Woman
interrupted. Penelope could feel the Amazon’s strength
returning to her.
‘Yes, like Senator Kennedy. The White House is
in the process of creating a secret police force to
control leaks and to investigate
more-sensitive-matters.’
As Penelope listened, she couldn’t believe what
she was hearing. This sounded too much like some
foreign country, a Third World dictatorship, or
a slice out of Nazi Germany.
‘In addition, Wonder Woman,’ the Senator
continued, his voice an equal mixture of arrogance and
contempt, ‘from the looks of things right now,
I’d say you’re in no condition to stop much of
anything. You don’t even have your breasts
covered. You look like a cheap Vegas chorine.’
Wonder Woman shuddered as she pulled herself up
to her full height. In her three-inch heels, she
stood over six feet tall. And although she felt
the pain from her treatment rushing through her, her
voice was steady as she said, ‘Nevertheless, I
must stop you.’
‘And I must kill you,’ responded the Senator,
pulling a pistol.
‘No. Wait.’ It was Olga. ‘You’ve had your fun,
but I get to have my time with her, too.’
‘What? What are you talking about? What kind of
time do you want?’ asked Senator Carlton.
‘With my power, I have given her to you. You
have beaten and tortured her. Your men have raped
her in every possible way.’ A wave of pain
flashed across Wonder Woman’s face. ‘But you could
not have done this without my power. I want my
turn.’
‘What… -your turn?’ The Senator sounded
confused. Penelope and the Amazon Princess drew
closer together.
‘I am an old woman, Senator.’ Olga pressed close
to Carlton as she now spoke to him privately. “ I
have not experienced the ecstasy of love… well,
for many years. I know I am soon to die and I want
that experience again. Before it is too late.’
‘I’d say it’s already too late. But, wait; you
want to have sex with Wonder Woman? Is that what
you’re driving at?’
‘No.’ She looked the Senator straight in the
eye. ‘I want to have sex AS Wonder Woman.’
‘WHAT!!’
‘Would any of your men bed me as I am? Surely
not! But I can take over her body, feel what she
feels, and experience what she experiences. I
want to reach those heights once again.’
The Senator just stared at her. ‘Would it take a
very complicated spell, or potion, or… whatever?’
‘I prepared her when I placed her under my spell
earlier. My control of her was simply the
preliminary step of assuming her body.
Temporarily.’
A light shone in the Senator’s eye. ‘This could
be more than interesting. What would happen to
her-consciousness-while you were there?’
‘She would still be there. I thought you would
like that touch. While I would be enjoying the
activity, she would, no doubt, resist it as
rape. In her current condition, I might destroy her mind,
before you destroyed her body.’
The Senator smiled broadly.
End of Chapter 9
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