WONDER WOMAN 
IN
Three Of A Kind
 
Part Three
By
Sstudent_uk
 
Boothe awoke early the next morning eager to move onto the next phase, after a shower and a light breakfast he entered the room of Detective Memory girl. He had special plans for this one and – wanted to indulge himself somewhat also. Firstly, placing leather wrist cuffs on her to which he attached a chain, then with a loud whirr the winch slowly and gently pulled her up from the mattress. She hung limp swaying a little as her feet dangled just a few inches off the floor. 
Switching off the gas and removing the oxygen mask he sat quietly waiting for the effects to wear off. This subject particularly fascinated him, she wasn’t some super heroine bimbo like Ms Americana or Wonder Woman. No, she was something quite special, her mazing memory abilities were well documented and made her a formidable investigator. This remarkable memory of hers that many a layman would refer to as photographic! Boothe sniffed at their utter ignorance, this ability was much, much more sophisticated and one he yearned to tap into, and exploit, the possibilities were mind blowing!
He watched her shapely tits slowly rise - and fall they fascinated him. Larger than detective sexy but smaller than the gorgeous melons of Wonder Woman. He smiled how good it was to experience such a diverse selection of such beautiful women. She stirred, her eyes fluttered, fingers jerked, the drugs were wearing off.
Carrie’s senses were slowly returning, she could hear a voice in the distance, it was gentle. “Who... Wh..?”
“Welcome detective Wells, I’ve been so looking forward to making your acquaintance,” He almost giggled. “Shhhh, just relax.” Boothe whispered placing a finger gently to her lips. “You know exactly who I am, and your next question is where are you? Isn’t it? You're here, and safe - as are your friends. And lastly, as to what I want? Simply put I want you detective, or to be more specific your incredible mind and gorgeous body.”
Carrie tried to struggle but that was a bad move, just the act of raising her head made her dizzy, she was too weak to resist.
“That’s it my lovely just relax.” Boothe whispered soothingly. “Just - relax.” 
Carrie felt his hands stroking all over her, gently touching her legs, hips, breasts, especially, her breasts. He stood behind her rubbing himself against her, while running his hands all over her, finally cupping both breasts.
She wanted to tell him to stop to protest. But... But for some reason she couldn’t, all she could do was float in a warm haze helpless to the way her body was reacting to his touch; the warm feeling started to spread slowly but relentlessly throughout her body, wetness grew between her legs. 
Boothe grinned as his beautiful drugged captive began to react to him. It was always a thrill to see them surrender to his touch completely unable to resist, as they became his sexual play things. Satisfied with phase one completion Boothe prepared for phase two.
Having already removed her outer clothes Boothe proceeded to slowly cut her bra between the cups then - each shoulder strap. He loved this part - the unveiling of the promised land. They were his favourite, and detective Wells had very firm tits, milky white mounds, with medium sized light brown nipples that heaved slowly in front of him. She wasn’t the bustiest of women by any means but she more than served his purpose. Her panties followed the same fate as her bra snipped at each hip to reveal her shaven slit. The remnants of her underwear were then thrown on the floor along with her clothes.
Boothe felt himself swell at the sight of her now completely naked body that just dangled in front of him. What a beautiful sight 5ft 7ins of perfect lady cop beauty.
Try as she might, the fight was brief before she knew it her entire being was a mass of complete abandonment, she had never experienced anything like it before, he was gentle, so very gentle. His touch aroused her, creating a need. A need - for him.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered. “Tell me.”
 Carrie took a deep breath, “I want...” She heard herself reply “I want...”
“What do you want Carrie?”
Carrie shook her head, for a brief moment she managed to grab some semblance of control.
 “No!”
 Boothe began to stroke her breasts, while gently nuzzling and kissing her neck. He could feel her body yield to his touch, her breathing became deep and slow.
“You're so beautiful detective, so very beautiful, I've wanted you for so long, do you understand?”
 “No! - stop!”
 “That's good – resist Carrie – resist!”
Carrie didn't answer, with every ounce of strength she could muster she tried to resist, to fight!
 “It's OK my lovely, it's OK. I brought you here for a special purpose, a very special purpose. I have chosen you, chosen you to be my lover, do you understand?”
His voice was so soft, so gentle, his touch aroused her in ways she had never experienced. “Yes.” She heard herself replying. “Yes...”
 “Your purpose, your only purpose – is to be my lover. It is your purpose, say it.”
Carrie felt his voice penetrate deep within her mind, somehow, some way it all made sense. “It, it is...”
 “My purpose. Say it Carrie – say it.” 
 
“My purpose.” She whispered.
 
“My only purpose.”
 
“My only purpose.”
 
“To be your lover”
 
“To be your lover.”
 
“That's very good Carrie, very good.” 
 Boothe stood in front of his captive she was completely in his power now, with that he knelt gently opened her legs and began to kiss her lovely slit. Then, gently parting the flaps his tongue began to slowly explore the wet interior. Carrie moaned as the tip of his tongue flicked over her now very awakened clit. Juices dripped down his mouth serving only to confirm how ripe his captive now was.
Removing his head for momentarily Boothe smiled the drugs had done their job even the most strong willed of captives capitulated very quickly. He thought back to his earlier captives, in particular Ms Amerigana, that titan titted super heroine; so superior so defiant after her capture and yet - so quickly and easily brought to her knees – literally! Her arrogance was merely a thin veil of complete submissiveness.
Yes, Boothe smiled that was a triumph and a half. Carrie was going mad her body was on fire with wanton lust, her sex was gushing with wetness, her nipples so hard and rigid they ached bad. She was almost ready.
But first he would bring her to multiple orgasms through the art of working on her clit with his mouth. A woman was not completely his until he had her this way. And the lovely detective was about to experience the utter incredible mind fucking abilities that he prided himself upon.
 
***
 
 
Cherie awoke to find herself laid out on a medical couch arms bound tightly behind her back along with her ankles and thighs and a thick piece of knotted white sheet secured tightly in her mouth. She rolled slowly around trying to get get free of the bonds but it was no use.
 Boothe entered the room to find himself being glared at by her beautiful green eyes. That steely defiance and strength of character that he found so intoxicating.
 “Its so good to see you again, so very good, it's been too long.” Cherie just glared at him. He knelt by her and gently stroked her face. “I’m so looking forward to taking you again my beauty.”
 
“MMMMmm,” Cheri shook her head.
 
"Oh so feisty, that has always been one of your most attractive traits my lovely." 
 
Cherie just glared tried to speak through the thick gag. “Mmmmpphh fkking prick!”
 
“Tut tut, I really do not tolerate such language.” With that Boothe produced the clear plastic mask. Cherie's eyes widened and she shook her head knowing what was about to follow.
 
“You remember don’t you my lovely, remember our time together. It was such pleasure, you are an mazing lover.”
 
Cherie shook her head tried desperately to shuffle away. “Nmmm dn’t”
 
“Do you have any idea what a huge turn on it is to drug a beautiful woman into complete helplessness? Then take her as your own? It makes me so – so hard! So - very hard. The ultimate aphrodisiac you might say.”
 
Cherie struggled wildly trying to get free.
 “You know it is useless to resist my love. Shall I tell you a secret?” Boothe bent down to her ear and whispered. “Even Wonder Woman doesn’t have your resistance and strength of spirit - that’s what makes you such a superb specimen.” 
At this he placed the mask over her mouth and nose then pressed the stud, there was a gentle hiss then Cherie caught the sweet scent of the gas. She thrashed about on the couch trying to break free, then felt herself suddenly pinned with his hand on her chest. A little extra pressure forced her to breathe out, then inhale taking some of the gas. Cherie felt herself become light headed the room began to distort around her. She felt the mask removed from her face, then was rolled onto her side and the bonds to her wrist removed. Rolled onto her back the ankle and thigh bonds were removed and the gag was taken out of her mouth.  Cherie could do nothing but float in a warm haze, all strength had been sucked from her, she was just a semi conscious limp play thing helpless to his perverted desires. 
 
“Can you here me Cherie?”
 
“Yes.” She heard herself reply.
 
“It's been a long time, a very long time. I've looked forward to being with you again.” Cherie wanted to resist to fight this pervert, but something was stopping her. Something good, something so very good. 
 “You're such a beautiful woman Cherie, so lovely.” Boothe couldn't help himself but marvel at detective sexy, she was something special and the last of his specimens. Once he was finished with her he would be ready for the ultimate of his research. Her clothes were sliced off revealing her slim petite naked body. How he had missed her; an exotic beauty and no mistake. 
 “Do you know Cherie that of all my specimens you are my favourite? I am so very drawn to you. Perhaps because we have known each other for so long now.”
 
Cherie didn't reply, she was too busy basking in the incredible glow her body was experiencing, once again he was taking her to places she had never before known and could do nothing to prevent it.
 
 
***
Cherie awoke laying bound and gagged on the couch completely naked, her head ached from the after effects of the gas. Her body ached from the frantic sex she had undergone with Boothe. He had been lustful and frantic, very different to when he had taken her before. Yet – despite that, she had enjoyed it. No – it had been the drugs making her weak and subservient to his will, so she tried to tell herself. But the truth was – and she would Never admit it to another sole – was that he had completely taken her. She had given herself willingly to a man who knew how to press every sexual button. Helpless captive or no she had - Never known anything like it. She remembered hearing herself call out to him to fuck her harder! Faster! Which he did She came! Oh how she came! Over and over, at one point she had blacked out.
No man had ever made her feel so – utterly amazing. He had fucked her mind, body and soul. Fucked her utterly senseless. And she had enjoyed it!
It was an incredible realisation given the circumstances but there it was.
She twisted slowly on the couch trying to work the bonds. They didn't feel as tight this time, is it possible? She wondered, had he been a little careless, perhaps he too had been exhausted from his exertions?
 Cherie wriggled a little more – there was no doubt, the bonds were badly tied. A sudden rush of hope flowed through her as she slowly began to work at the bonds.  There was a noise at the door and Boothe walked in, he stood smiling a sort of gloating smile, insufferably pleased with himself.
 
“Oh my dear you were just amazing earlier – just amazing, It will be such a shame when you have to leave but then – all good things must end and all that. How about we have another session before you leave."
 Cherie felt a surge of anger flash through her and without conscious thought kicked out in a rage at her tormentor sending him flying. Surprised Boothe felt a flash of pain and found himself laying on the floor his face bleeding from his head hitting the side of a table. Dazed for a few moments he tried to rise only to come face to face with the raised feet of his captive as she kicked out again hitting him square in the face and then blackness.
 Cherie lay still for a few moments to ensure her captor was unconscious then rolled over hurriedly working on the wrist ropes that she had managed to work loose, they gave way allowing her to slip out a hand then removing the rope on the other she pulled the thick gag from her mouth. Ensuring Boothe was still out she hurriedly untied her ankles. 
Standing up she wobbled a little as the circulation returned to her legs. Then knelt by Boothe he was still out cold Cherie quickly tied up his limp form. A quick search of yielded a pistol and some keys, a quick scan of the room and she discovered a old lab coat, quickly and  put it on covering her naked body, then she left the room locking the door behind her. 
Moving carefully down the corridor Cherie came upon a door peering through the grill she saw the sleeping form of Carrie laying on a mattress. Trying a few of the keys Cherie finally found the correct one entered the room. Kneeling by her naked partner it wasn’t difficult to see what had taken place. Carrie lay bound spread eagle and naked. Next to her lay the remnants of her clothing. An oxygen mask covered her face. Cherie removed it catching a slight whiff of the sweet gas.
Carrie stirred a little. “What has has this sick fuck done to you Carrie?” She whispered. It was a moot question Cherie was very well acquainted with his sexual tastes and pleasures. The wrist and ankle restraints were unfastened, that was as much as she could do, the gas would wear off in time. But what was important now was to get help, find Wonder Woman and the Devereaux girl.
Cheri left her friend still sleeping quickly checked the corridor the moved down finding another room not unlike that she had found Carrie in. Looking through the door grill she saw Wonder Woman; naked and strapped to a large wooden X frame. Unlocking the door Cherie entered to find the mighty Amazon unconscious and also being pumped full of sleeping gas via an oxygen mask. Removing it Wonder woman moaned.
Cherie was almost lost for words at seeing how the Amazon was secured to the frame. leather straps held her at the wrists, biceps, ankles and thighs. A further strap held her tightly across the stomach preventing any real movement. Examining the frame Cherie pressed a button on the side and it began to tilt backwards until it was completely horizontal. Perfect position for Boothe to mount his captive.
Cherie quickly unfastened the straps, Wonder Woman's eyes flickered open. Free of the gas her system was quickly purging it from her system. 
Cherie helped Wonder Woman off the frame but her legs wouldn’t support her and she slumped onto the mattress near by.
“Just rest I’ll get help.” Cherie whispered. Wonder Woman nodded weakly. “I'll be OK in a bit.”
 Cherie left the room moved down the corridor coming to a small office type room, in the far corner lay a cot next to it a make shift CCTV system that covered all four rooms. Boothe still lay unconscious in her former cell and her two friends lay quietly. Checking the room further Cherie discovered a draw containing hers and Carrie's police ID’s, cuffs and guns along with their cell phones in a lead lined box to prevent them being traced. Checking the signal Cherie hit the speed dial for police control. 
 “This is detective Rollins-Murray, I need urgent assistance, put a trace on my call.”
 “Got you detective sit tight the cavalry’s on its way.” Came the reply from control.
 
Cherie headed back finding Wonder Woman in the corridor wearing her out fit but looking pretty worse for wear.
 
“You OK?”
 
“Yeah, that gas is potent but quickly wears off. Where's Boothe?”
 
“I've got him tied up and locked in the room where he was holding me.”
 
“Let's go get him.”
 
With that Cherie led the way back to the cell where she'd left him. Yet, upon arriving the door was unlocked and he was gone.
 
“He can't have got far we'd better find him.” Wonder Woman made to move but swayed as she did so. “Then again – maybe not,” she said then sank to the floor. 
 As she did so the air was full of the sound of approaching sirens.
 “Looks like the cavalry has arrived.”
 “Yeah,” Wonder Woman replied and just in time.” 
 
 
 
***
Carrie entered the office.
 
“How ya doing?”
 
She turned to see the smiling face of her friend “I’m good.” Carrie smiled in reply. “How about you?”
 
“Good, a little bruised still. Listen you got a minute?”
 
“Sure.”
 
Cherie led Carrie into a side office. “Look I just got the results back from the lab and ...”
 
“And what?” 
 
“And - it’s not what we thought.”
 
“What do you mean? That sicko wanted to make us pregnant – among other things.”
 
“Not entirely. I've spoken with Wonder Woman and she agreed. Sure, he had every intention of impregnating us but that alone was never going to be enough for him.”
 
“What are you saying?”
 
“I’m saying each of us was harvested, including the Devereaux girl.”
 
“Harvested?”
 
“The sick fuck took eggs from each of us - as well as DNA samples. That was what this was always about. Each of us had something he wanted, you and Wonder Woman in particular.”
 
Carrie just stared at Cherie, momentarily speechless. “Of course! It all makes sense now. And having us as his sexual play things, that was nothing more than a - perverted indulgence.”
 
“Exactly. We were nothing more than lab rats - with benefits. I look forward to getting my hands on that sicko one day.”
 
“Amen to that Cherie. Amen to that.” 
 
  
EPILOGUE
 
He sat in his favourite arm chair, the soft sounds of Mozart floated gently in the back ground. It had been over a year since he had began his project and what stupendous results! On the monitor he flicked through the read outs of the six subjects, each had now had a healthy baby. Four girls and two boys, Each baby was now growing well in a good family. Boothe smiled at his good fortune. He legacy was assured now, thanks to a few unwilling specimens and - his genius. 
The combination of the best of his three specimens meant his progeny would be the ultimate human evolution. Well evolution and a helping hand form his god self. Glancing at the door at the far side of the room he allowed himself a smile of satisfaction. Their precious samples of eggs and DNA would be kept safely for further work.
These three had just been the beginning. There was so much more to do, he smiled at the thought and the anticipation, he so loved his work.
 
And his last specimens had been first rate, there were others on his list.
 
Whom, he wondered, should he select next?