Wonder Woman and the Superheroine Serial Killer - Pt. 22
\nWonder Woman sags inertly against the wall as Pascal grasps her hair in a clump\nwith his left hand and holds her in place. Her palms hang listlessly at her\nsides as the whites of her eyes show prominently. Her blue irises have slid far\nup under her lids and the famous Amazon is slack jawed in confusion from the\nbeating she’s been handed and the stabbing she’s suffered.
\nPascal’s right hand wields a knife, it’s blade almost completely covered in his\npalm. Pushing his hand between the slippery sheen of her breasts, Wonder Woman’s\nleering foe slowly slides his fist into the ample cleavage of the slouching\nraven-haired heroine. When he reaches her sternum, Pascal then carefully works\nthe blade forward, pressing it against the fabric from the inside. The\nrazor-sharp blade easily pokes through the red satin and then, turning his wrist\nslightly, the smiling Frenchman slowly draws the knife upward toward the\nuncomprehending Wonder Woman’s face.
\nThe glinting steel edge catches the light as it makes its way up toward the\nragged top of the famous bustier. The fabric falls off to both sides, moving\naway from the blade as it rends the costume into a split and useless mess.\nSliced down the middle, from her upper rib cage up, the garment is now\ncompletely incapable of supporting the large fleshy globes within. They bounce\nfree and clear, bobbing and swaying in the open air. The full, wide waist of the\nbustier keeps the garment from falling off the statuesque body, but the fabric\nflaps wide open, draping off to both sides to reveal the amazon’s statuesque\nfigure in all its glory. Pascal’s eyes gleam with delight.
\n“This tawdry costume is nothing but a sad remnant of your once glorious history,\nWonder Woman. I have damaged it as badly as I have damaged you. It is only\nfitting that it should be treated as a pathetic scrap, a suit of rags that\nidentifies you as the conquered champion you now are.”
\n“Uuughnnnnn... whazzat? Whut?” The Champion of All Woman feels even woozier from\nthe wounds she’s sustained as well as the enema stick suffusing her body with a\ncornucopia of drugs that draws her strength out of her like a drain tube out of\na boil. She sags lower against the wall and Pascal has to lift her up by the\nhair to keep her knees from touching the cement floor.
\n“Stand up, you pathetic slut. I know you have it in you somewhere. You are\nsupposed to be a hero, right?”
\n“...thought....so....”
\nPascal’s eyebrows lift instantly at this surprising admission from the beautiful\nwoman sagging heavily in his grip. His eyes narrow, searching to see if she’s\ntrying to trick him but the frowning mouth and the defeat in her pain-filled\neyes tells him he’s reached the moment of his dream. Wonder Woman is defeated\nand in his grasp.
\n“Well, you obviously thought wrong, bitch.” He gives her a hard backhand slap\nthat knocks her face sideways with a jerk. “Now stand up, you pathetic skank. I\nam going to teach you a long-deserved lesson in humility and you are damn well\ngoing to learn it for good!”
\nWith her ass pressed against the wall to keep herself from sliding down its cool\ncement surface, Wonder Woman’s legs try to straighten out so she can rise up and\nreclaim some measure of dignity. Trembling calves strain and shake until she is\nable to slowly push herself up by her wobbling legs and straining palms so that\nher eyes at least even with Pascal’s. Though she’s taller than he is in her\nheels, she can’t push herself any higher and wearily looks straight into the\nsmirking Frenchman’s face.
\n“You’ll be...caught...Pascal...” she says, her eyes heavy as the drugs and all\nthe effort to stand steadily draw down her reserves.
\n“That very well may be. But not by you, Wonder Woman. You are going to join your\nlittle friends in the ‘I’m a Dead Ass-Fucked Heroine’ Club. No better off than\nthem. No smarter. No less humiliated. Probably more humiliated, I would say\nsince you have not put up nearly the fight I had expected from you. You are\nabout to be shown to be nothing more than an over-rated cock jockey. I will be\nshowing the world just how weak-willed and slutty you actually are, cherie. It\nwill be quite a show!”
\n“Wh...what are you...planning, Pascal?”
\nJust a little private showing of the famous Champion of All Women taking a cock\nin each and every hole – one by one – and loving every minute of it. I would\nimagine just a few interested parties would be eager to see that, yes? Perhaps a\nfew million paying for the right to view it via the Internet.”
\n“No! You...you...can’t...wouldn’t....”
\n“Wouldn’t? You do not know me very well, mon cherie. But of course I would. You\ndo realize that I have been planning this for years, no?”
\n“Devil’s spawn! You’ll not succ....EEEEYAAGGHH!”
\nWonder Woman’s effort to surge forward and strike his face is stunted instantly\nby a set of jabbing fingertips to her knife wounds that have her doubled over\nand shrieking in agony. Her eyes tear up and drop salty diamonds onto the floor\nas she gasps and shakes, bent over in front of Pascal, both hands clutching her\nside.
\n“That was quite stupid of you, hero. Did you really think I would not anticipate\nyour foolish bravado? And why would I not, especially since I so blatantly\ncoaxed it from you? I am four chess moves ahead of you at every step, Wonder\nWoman. Do you not yet comprehend this simple fact?”
\n“...you.........egotistical...little....UUUNNGHH!”
\nThe short hard jabbing fist to her sternum jolts the Amazon princess backward\nhard against the wall, butting her head there and stunning her into silence.
\n“Stand still, you dumb cunt. I am the one teaching you a lesson. The student\ndoes not talk while the lesson is in progress. The student learns by listening\nand obeying, yes?”
\nThe knife suddenly at her jugular has the panting Wonder Woman wide-eyed and\ntensely obedient.
\n“Yes,” she replies softly.
\n“Good,” smiles Pascal. “Now I believe it is time to shred your dignity\ncompletely.”
\nHer eyes bulging, Wonder Woman watches in horror as the razor sharp point of the\nknife in Pascal’s hand moves slowly down her neck and through the wide passage\nof her sweaty cleavage until it passes across her midriff. It is there that the\npoint catches against the remaining fabric of her bustier. His other hand gently\npulls out the fabric as the knife edge easily slices the smooth, shiny red\nmaterial asunder. The bustier is sliced all the way to her belly button, parting\nher tunic like Moses parted the Red Sea. Only the very thinnest band of tight\nred satin clings to her body. And Wonder Woman’s famous top now hangs from her\ntorso like a frayed and tattered rag. The golden eagle is gone. The taut fabric\nis now crumpled in sagging disarray about her hips. It drapes loosely over her\nthighs, a mortifying symbol of her utter defeat. Her hands are fisted at her\nhips as the Amazon hangs her head in disgrace. Her panting breaths of fear and\nanguish create a fast rising and falling symphony of shame even as the mighty\ncurves of her naked breasts quiver and tremble under Pascal’s self-satisfied\nstare.
\n“Now that is how an Amazon should be displayed. Teats showing, head hung low,\nthe very picture of humiliation.”
\n“...so help me...” murmurs Wonder Woman.
\nThe crack of his backhand against Diana’s face knocks her sideways and she falls\ndown to one knee, her cheek blazing with the slap, her eyes widened by absolute\nshock as she looks up from her crouching stumble.
\n“Mind your tongue, whelp. I will tell you when you can speak to me.”
\n“I am no man’s whelp and will speak as I pl...UUNNNHH!”
\nThe hilt of the knife cracking down on the crown of Wonder Woman’s head knocks\nher to all fours. She wobbles there before Pascal on the storeroom floor in a\nstunned daze from the blow, moaning softly and trying not to collapse further.
\n“A slow student indeed. What’s the expression? ‘Spare the rod and spoil the\nchild.’ Well, I will not be accused of being too lenient in my teaching\nregimen.” With that, Pascal gives the tottering Amazon another harsh crack on\nthe top of her head. The beauty collapses to her elbows with her wide rear end\nraised high in the air.
\n“....uuuuugghhhnnnnnnnnn...” Too foggy and confused to do anything but moan and\nkeep from falling face forward into unconsciousness, the mighty Wonder Woman\ndoesn’t even realize that Pascal is circling around behind her. She is certainly\ntoo out of it to prevent him from grasping her butt cheek, pulling away a\ngenerous stretch of blue spandex and slicing a neat crescent in her briefs that\nreveals the pink crease of her right butt cheek as the material snaps back in\nplace. He casually repeats the maneuver with her other buttock and Wonder Woman\nis far too dazed to fend off the second rending of her famous white-starred\nbriefs. Pascal surveys the effect and is most pleased with the ample half-moons\nexposed through the famous heroine’s costume panties. With those rents along\nwith the ragged hole created by the acid, Pascal has an unimpeded view of every\ninch of Wonder Woman’s nether charms. From fatty labial lips to puckered anus,\nthe Champion of All Women has no secrets left to hide before the triumphant\nFrenchman. It’s all his to survey at his pleasure and with the mighty Amazon\nwavering before him on her elbows, her mind stunned into incoherence, Pascal\nadmires it all with a surging flow of satisfaction.
\n“My sweet Marie. See how I have reduced the famous Amazon to a helpless,\nteetering turtle, about to be turned on its shell. Your vengeance is very near,\nmy sister. So very near.”
\nJimmy Glendennan wanders over to a six-foot long workbench along a side wall.\nThere are rings from bottles spotting the wood grain in many places along the\nlength of the table. Some are stains from long ago while others seem still\nfairly recent. Jimmy bends down and sniffs the tabletop.
\n“These stains seem pretty new, Sal. It smells pretty strong all around here but\nI don’t have a clue as to what he was using.”
\n“We’ll have to leave that to the lab guys,” Abato replies, searching through the\nstacks of pallets 25 feet away for clues. “Maybe it’ll be a chemical that ties\nit into the deaths of one of those heroines. That’ll be another link in the\nevidence chain.”
\nSuddenly peering down at the cement floor of the huge warehouse, Abato sees a\nshining dark brown spot between his shoes. He kneels down and examines it\nclosely. He dabs at it with his finger and brings it toward his face to sniff.
\n“Chocolate? And some kind of chemical after-scent. This case is getting stranger\nand... hello, what’s this?”
\nPulling a piece of heavily folded paper from under the edge of a pallet, the big\ndetective straightens out the paper and reads it slowly. After a moment, a smile\nforms on his face.
\n“It looks like our friend Battle Axe did have a helper,” Abato says, walking\nover toward Glendennan and waving the heavily-creased paper in the air. “But I\ndon’t think it’s this guy Pascal at all. He may just be some dupe that Axe had\nunder his thumb. Let’s get out of here, Jimmy. We’ve got to go down to\nAlexandria and see a Mr. Parsons.”
\n“Virginia? Jeez, Sal, even on a Sunday afternoon that could take us over an\nhour.”
\n“Even so, we gotta go. This guy could break the case wide open for us.”
\n“What have you got there?” Jimmy reaches for the paper that Sal hands over to\nhim. His eyes scans the sheet and he looks up after reading and lets out a low\nwhistle. “Well, that’s a hell of a thing. I guess we’re going to Alexandria,”\nthe Irishman says, handing the paper back to his partner. “Should I call the lab\nguys in to scope this place?”
\n“Let’s move on this now. If this Parsons guy can’t give us the answers then we\ncan spend the taxpayers dollars. For now, we’ll play it close to the vest,” Sal\nsuggests.
\n“That works for me.” Jimmy looks around. “Boy, these super hero guys sure play\nrough.”
\n“And so do their enemies, it seems. Let’s roll, partner.”
\nThe two detectives head out of the cavernous space and back through the maze\nuntil they reach the front door. Closing it with a hard shove so that the warped\nframe finally lets the metal door screech into place, Sal Abato then gets into\nthe car across the street and the team drives away towards Alexandria at a brisk\nspeed.
\nWonder Woman is on her back on the floor of the storeroom in Rene Pascal’s\nbasement. She is dazed and barely conscious as her gleaming breasts jut upward\nwith gravity-defying firmness and shape. Pascal’s palms are smoothing the last\nfew drops of the chemical neural inhibitor into her soft warm skin. The\nelectrical inhibitor had already been liberally applied and he is now putting\nthe finishing touch of his plan into action.
\nHis carefully-gloved hands slide easily over the surface of the massive jugs,\nencompassing them in a greasy coating of mind-numbing toxins that will reduce\nthe intelligence and reaction time of the famous heroine to near-moronic levels.\nThe Frenchman hums his country’s national anthem as he gleefully squeezes,\nfondles and caresses the full rounded forms of the Amazon’s amazing figure with\nimpunity, smearing her chest until it shines in the lights even as the light of\nher own courage and unique character is snuffed out in her bright blue eyes.
\n“.....ohhhhhhhh....” A long soft groan floats from the badly-compromised beauty,\nher eyes open slowly, heavy with the effort required. “...please...no...more...”\nshe whimpers.
\n“Hush, my angel. I am nearly done here.”
\nPascal gives Wonder Woman’s breasts one final sweeping pass and ends with a\nquick harsh compression of both her nipples so that her back arches up with a\nmewling squeak of pain.
\n“There. That takes care of those famous melons of yours, Wonder Woman. Now I\njust have a bit of special ointment to apply to your precious little pussy and\nthen we can move on to the next stage of my experiment.”
\n“...doc...tor....pashcal....I...ask you....for common...deeshency...to\nstop....this....”
\n“Oh, you mean like the decency you never showed when my sister was dying right\nbefore you all those years ago.” Angered by his memories, he backhands Wonder\nWoman with his fisted right hand. The hard shot knocks her head against the\nfloor and her eyes slide up into her head in a groggy faint.
\nReaching around and under the prone heroine’s waist, Pascal takes hold of her\nbody and hoists her up until her limp upper body hangs over his left shoulder.\nHe is surprised that the six-foot Amazon is this light. With all her strength,\nhe expected her to be more substantial.
\nCarrying her backward several feet, Pascal sets down the dazed and depleted\nheroine against a steel shelving unit. The raven-haired head falls forward, chin\nto her chest while Pascal maneuvers her figure into place even as she sags\nagainst his tall muscular physique in helpless fatigue. The French scientist\nlifts up Wonder Woman’s limp arms and efficiently wraps her two upraised wrists\nto the shelves’ support rod. Screeching bands of silvery duct tape are circled\naround the steel support rod, the limp wrists and the wide Feminum bracelets\nuntil Pascal is sure there is enough tape to keep her secure.
\n“Decency? You would talk to me of decency, cunt, when you showed none to my\nMarie?”
\n“...never met your sister...” she mutters dully.
\nPascal’s left fist grabs a clump of Wonder Woman’s hair, pulling her face up so\nher eyes look into his. He then delivers a stinging slap to her cheek that\nbrings a spark of pain to the Amazon’s eyes even as it snaps her awareness back\ninto focus.
\n“Bitch!” He screams at his captive. “That is a lie. I was there that night. I\nsaw everything. But you didn’t know that did you? You thought you got away with\nmurder. But you didn’t, Amazon. I saw everything. And I vowed to make you pay\ndearly for your inaction. You and every superheroine who claims to fight for the\nhelpless. You are all hypocrites and I am here to tell you that you don’t fool\nme with your holier-than-thou act. I have seen through it. Yours and all the\nrest. And tonight the world will come to know as I do just what a fraud you and\nyour types are.”
\nThe tightly bound wrists of the mighty Wonder Woman writhe and twist within the\nconfining bands of silver tape but she is too weakened and there are far too\nmany coils of the heavy tape keeping her arms pinned above her. As she feebly\nstrains and pulls in frustration, Pascal reaches down with both hands and pulls\nher thighs apart. The hole in her star-spangled briefs displays all her feminine\nassets to him. He pulls a small atomizer from his pocket but before he can spray\nher crotch, Wonder Woman has closed her thighs and now squeezes them tightly\ntogether.
\n“...you will not...defile me...Frenchman....”
\n“I most certainly will, you stupid slut. And you will come to love it and beg\nfor it.”
\n“...never...”
\n“Right now actually.”
\nPascal’s left hand stretches out and his palm, covered in clear tight latex,\ncaresses the crusted stab wounds on her right side. He begins to squeeze them\nand the heroine gasps with pain as the scabbed skin twists in his palms and\nfresh blood oozes out under his hand.
\n“Aghhh!”
\n“Open your legs, Wonder Woman.”
\n“...please....” she whimpers, her head tilted back, her eyes pleading at his\ncool gaze. There’s no humanity to be seen there.
\n“Open them up, Amazon,” he says icily.
\nFresh tears well up and the clenched teeth and panting breaths do nothing\nagainst this pain. So slowly, helplessly, Wonder Woman spreads her thighs for\nher foe. She is unable to resist his cruel measures. She plants her feet apart\non the cement floor, her face hanging low, her eyes closed in shame.
\n“Keep them open or suffer so much more, mon cherie,” he adds, bending to whisper\nin her ear. Then he sprays her crotch three times with the aphrodisiac-imbued\nlubricant. She cringes away even as his hand smears and caresses her pussy,\nrubbing the slippery oil all over and around her rubbery lips and into her thick\nblack pubic bush.
\nWhen his gloved fingers caress the inner folds of her labia and stay to press\nagainst her there, the Amazon lets out a breathy gasp and turns her head even\nfurther away from the smirking face close to hers.
\n“Feeling less than heroic, Wonder Woman? Perhaps a surging rush of shame at how\neasily I have bested you?”
\n“...just my body...”
\n“And what a body it is for me to play with, mademoiselle.” His hands caress all\nthrough her privates as he speaks to her, the smooth latex-clad fingertips\nloitering about her folds, slipping into her hole, tickling her clit and finally\nfingering her anus. “One of the most sought after and cherished bodies in the\nworld, I would have to say. The pride of the Amazons. The great Princess Diana.\nThe greatest of all women in the world!”
\n“...never claimed that...” She looks him in the eye even as his fingers twiddle\nbetween her legs.
\n“Perhaps not, Princess, but you did claim a royal heritage and all the honors\nand entitlements that come with it. So in my humble opinion, I believe it is\nonly right that I take that royal aura you flaunt and reduce it to ashes in your\nmouth.”
\n“...you know... nothing of honor...Pascal...”
\n“I know that you will have absolutely none left when I am finished with you.”\nPascal peels off the gloves he’s been wearing to protect him from the potent\nchemicals with which he’s doused Wonder Woman’s body. He tosses them over the\nedge of garbage barrel. “And to start, I believe this symbol of your honor will\nserve my purpose nicely.”
\nWonder Woman’s eyes go wide with alarm when Pascal’s hands rise up to reach for\nher face, only to pass above it and take hold of her tiara.
\n“No!” She gasps even as the curved metal headpiece is pulled from her hair with\na sudden tug.
\n“I would have this for myself for a bit, Wonder Woman. But don’t worry. I will\nreturn with it shortly and present it back to you in a new and wonderful form.”
\n“...what...no...my tiara....wait...do not....do this.....”
\nPascal rises and turns and strides off out of the room, leaving the distraught\nAmazon to yank and pull and curse at the silver tape binding her arms above her\nhead, securing them tightly to the shelving unit. She twists and pulls and\nwhines in sheer desperation until her hair is a wild tangle, her eyes are moist\nwith desperate tears and her naked oily breasts bounce and jiggle and heave with\nthe anguished cries of a heroine in peril.
\nSteve Trevor paces his office, distressed and confused. What was going on with\nDiana? The last time he spoke with her it was to inform her about Destiny’s\ndeath. She seemed quite upset about it but Diana hadn’t lost her professional\nedge. She even said she’d be going down to the scene where Destiny was found to\nlook around. That was hours ago though. Steve thought back to their\nconversation. He recalled he said he’d give her a call when Interpol contacted\nhim. That hadn’t happened yet. Glancing over at the fax machine, Steve is\nsurprised to see a paper lying in the “Out” tray. He walks over and picks up the\nfax. It’s from Interpol!
\n“When the hell did this come in?” He looks at the time stamp on the top edge of\nthe sheet. Almost two hours ago! “Where the hell was I?” Remembering his bran\nmuffin, the young IADC agent’s face reddens. “Oh, hell. I’d better call Diana\nabout this.”
\nScanning the names on the list, Trevor doesn’t recognize any familiar names.\nDiana would know though if something popped out. He dials her cell phone number\nbut it goes directly to her voice mail. That happens when her phone is stuck in\nan alternate reality with her Diana Prince clothing.
\n“Hi Diana, it’s Steve. I hope everything is okay. You seemed upset when we\ntalked about Destiny. Anyway, I finally got that list from Interpol we were\nwaiting for. I don’t recognize any names there but you’re a lot closer to this\ncase than I am. Call me back when you get this and we’ll go over it. I will also\nsend a fax over to the D.C. police to those two detectives. Keep your chin up,\nDiana, I know you’ll solve this case. You always do, champ. Call me back.”
\nFeeding the sheet face down back into the fax, Steve checks the Frequently\nCalled List taped to the wall and sends the fax from Interpol to the DC police\nnumber. It is one of a rare few faxes that collects in the machine’s ‘Out’ tray\non a Sunday at the DC headquarters. It will be reviewed and sent to the proper\ndepartment according to the procedure manual every three hours according to the\nSunday rules stipulation. Since the case detectives are on their way to\nAlexandria, they won’t be alerted to Pascal Research LLC being on the list until\nit’s far too late to be of value.
\nUnbeknownst to Steve Trevor, Diana Prince has solved the case and knows the\nexact identity of the superheroine serial killer. She has tracked him down on\nthis quiet Sunday afternoon and confronted him as Wonder Woman. And she has\nsuffered terribly for her over-confidence. Even now, Rene Pascal has reduced the\nmighty Amazon heroine to a lethargic, befuddled shell of herself. Dripping blood\nfrom two painful stab wounds that have only scabbed over due to her magic belt\nproviding a small semblance of healing power, the Champion of All Women is\nleaning heavily against a steel shelf helpless to protect her body in any way.\nHer knees drape awkwardly apart, the toes of her boots pointed in opposite\ndirections. Her modesty is now only protected by the draping sliced fabric of\nher ruined bustier. But the heroine is barely aware of that. For now, her eyes\nflutter underneath twitching lids.
\nAn incredibly potent enema stick has filled her circulatory system with a\npowerful mixture of drugs that weaken her muscles, drain her energies and sap\nher will. In addition to the now-dissolved anal suppository rendering her\nimpotent, Wonder Woman’s breasts glimmer from the sheen of her foe’s ingenious\nneural inhibitors. Applied by roaming gloved hands all over and around her\nrenowned, bountiful breasts, the electrical and chemical agents even now have\nsped to the heroine’s synapses in her brain and have begun slowing the signals\nthat jump from neuron to neuron. Wonder Woman’s uncanny powers and intelligence\nhave been severely stunted by the Frenchman’s brilliant plan. She is now too\ndrained, too slow, too disoriented to defend herself against her coldly\nmethodical foe.
\nEven now, as her belt sends a new surge of strength through her statuesque\nfigure, Wonder Woman’s brain has been too infused with the inhibitors to be\ncognizant of how to apply that strength in a concerted effort to break out of\nthe countless bands of duct tape binding her arms to the shelving unit overhead.\nHer uncoordinated jerks and twists along with her befuddled kicking and\nstraining of her boots on the cement floor fail to produce anything more than a\nfrustrated whine of despair from the raven-haired beauty. Her wounds close up\nmore and stop dripping but that is about all that is accomplished by the latest\nsurge from the god-given belt.
\n“...by Zeus’ thingy....this man has....bested me.......a...lot...” Wonder Woman\nmumbles and sags against the shelf as the belt’s surge dims to a memory and her\nweakness returns all too quickly. “...I’m not....better than....any of\nthose....other girls...Pas..cal...he’s....right.... I...am.... the\n...same....or.....worse....” A long heavy moan of despair pours out of Wonder\nWoman as the truth settles in her brain as clearly as if she were bound by her\nlasso.
\n“Oh, I would say worse, mon cherie,” Pascal says heartily as he reenters the\nlarge basement storeroom. “Much worse. True, you showed some good spirit at\npoints throughout our little experiment here, but in terms of strategy and\ninventiveness, you were a disappointing failure. Your other fuck toy friends\nshowed me much more interesting moves.”
\n“Wha...izzat...behind...yur back....?”
\n“This old thing? Oh it is nothing really. Just a little trinket symbolizing your\nformer glory.” Pascal takes the item held behind him and thrusts it before the\ndull-eyed Wonder Woman’s face. The eyes open up, growing wider and wider by the\nsecond as the horror of what he’s done fills Diana’s mind. Her own tiara, the\nvery crown of her Themysciran birthright, wavers before her eyes in the hands of\nher enemy, bent in half with it’s red jewel jutting outward from the crumpled\nmetal setting.
\n“...my...tiara...bent it...but....but....how...that’s...impossible?\nHow....how...did...you...do this....?”
\n“It was not easy, I admit. This is a very strong metal,” Pascal says shaking the\ndamaged crown in Wonder Woman’s face with begrudging respect for the item even\nas he taunts her. “My power vise almost blew it’s motor in the process, but once\nthe metal fatigue reached the max point, that was pretty much it. Your symbol of\nAmazon power finally gave out with a shriek and folded in half at that point.\nMuch like yourself, champion!”
\nPascal chuckles and waves the ruined tiara in his adversary’s face and she turns\nher head away, her eyes brimming with tears. Several slide down her cheeks at\nthe very idea of her ruined crown.
\n“...can’t...be...” gurgles Wonder Woman, her throat catching as her horror and\nher tears combine to fill her heart with despair.
\n“Look at me, Wonder Woman,” commands Pascal. “I want to see your defeat in those\npretty blue eyes of yours.”
\n“...no...” she whimpers. It is too soon, too harsh a punishment to bear. Her\ntiara. Her body. Her strength. All crushed.
\nHis palm suddenly under her jaw twists her head sharply to face him, and he\ntilts her head up and looks into her eyes. She is weeping before him, the tracks\nof her tears crisscrossing her cheeks. She is devastated and the fear and loss\nin her eyes fills the Frenchman with a rushing sense of righteous pleasure.
\n“Yes! I have pierced your soul today I see, Wonder Woman. I have cut a new hole\nin your Amazon heart that will not mend easily, if ever. The princess with her\ncrown abused, the woman without her pretty accessory destroyed. The hero with\nher famous emblem reduced to scrap. Oh, I have hurt you, cherie. I have hurt you\ndeeply.”
\n“...no...it’s...no....you have not....just a....just...a...thing...just a...\nthing....a ...a...a...bit... of old....metal...not...not...impor....tant....”\nShe looks directly at Pascal and feigns a strength she does not feel.
\n“Oh, you cannot lie to me, champion. I see differently in your sad, lost and\ndripping eyes. Your cheeks are damp with all those tears of heartbreak. I can\nfeel the anguish filling your chest to bursting. I know exactly what I have done\nto you here and I intend to do more.”
\nWonder Woman tries to turn her face away but the firm grip on her jaw prevents\nthat.
\n“Do you know what I mean when I say I will do more, cherie? Can you guess?”
\n“...something...bad...” breathes the distraught beauty, knowing she is right but\nnot knowing what he plans.
\n“Bad? Who can say. It depends on one’s perspective, non? But let me not tease\nyou, since it is wasted on you now that the intelligence in those eyes is\ndimming quickly. I will tell you what I am planning, cherie. I am going to cut a\nstrip of your bustier, like so...” Pascal produces his small knife and easily\ncuts a generous length of the draping red material from the heroines ruined top.\nHer famous starred panties and her exposed genitalia are revealed again as he\nholds up the length of shiny red satin. “And now I’m going to wrap the two bent\nends of your tiara inside this scrap of your costume until it is nicely enclosed\nin a cylinder of satin.” He does so swiftly with a broad smile. “We don’t want\nthe sharp edges of you tortured tiara to slice and scrape your sensitive pussy\nnow, do we, hero?”
\n“...whad’ju.....say.....what...?” Wonder Woman jaw drops as she looks up aghast\nat the grinning face of the tall Frenchman standing before her.
\n“What, didn’t you know? I’m going to fuck you with your own precious little\nprincess crown, Wonder Woman. And with that aphrodisiac spray coating your\npussy, you’re going to enjoy it very much, despite how much it sears your soul.”
\n“No! Please...don’t...I’m begging you...don’t do this...please....” The frantic\nheroine is shaking her head back and forth in desperate panic. Her hands twist\nand pull frantically within the restraining bands of tape overhead. Her knees\nclamp tightly together. Her eyes focus at last, brightened by cloying terror, on\nthe circle of red cloth clasped in the hands of her adversary.
\n“My guess is that this lovely multi-faceted regal jewel of yours is going to do\nwonders for your clit, Wonder Woman.”
\n“..oh..Hera....help...me..........you can’t.....you just.....can’t....” she\nwhimpers in cringing fear.
\n“Watch me, beautiful. It is happening.”
\nSitting in heavy traffic on the beltway circling the nation’s capital, Sal Abato\ncurses man and machine with equal vehemence. They would be exiting the beltway\nonto the George Washington Memorial Parkway in less than a mile, but until then,\nthe traffic was barely moving.
\n“Too many fucking people in too many fucking cars! Look at this guy in front of\nus. Why does this dipshit need a huge damn Hummer, Jimmy? I ask you, does a\nprick like this need a goddamn Hummer to pick up a carton of milk and a jizz\nmagazine?”
\n“Can’t be too careful, Sal,” Jimmy replies with an barely-contained smirk.”\nDon’t want to endanger your jizz mag. You gotta protect what’s yours.”
\n“Assholes. Both of you,” he snaps, giving his partner a cold look at the humor\nattempt. “I’m done with this. I’m hitting the siren. Put the bubble on, let’s\nget moving, we’ve got a homicide to solve.”
\nReaching under the seat, Jimmy takes out the magnetic police light and sets it\non the roof of the beige sedan then plugs in the wires to the specially-modified\njack installed in Sal’s dashboard.
\nWith a loud whoop of the installed siren and several flashing spins of the\nrooftop bubble, Sal is able to maneuver his Buick through the cars edging\nsideways out of his way. Getting to the shoulder of the road, the car is able to\nbypass some of the traffic but even with that the cars using the shoulder have\nto meld back onto the main road under penalty of getting a ticket from the\nshouting cop leaning out of his window and cursing each and every car blocking\nhis way.
\nWith her body pinned to the shelving unit by yards of unforgiving duct tape,\nWonder Woman watches the tall Frenchman step up close to her and lean in. His\nhand goes immediately to her waist and gently caresses over her two wounds.
\n“You’re not going to give me any trouble, are you, cherie?” The tall blond’s\ncold and quiet intimidation is daunting and Wonder Woman holds her breath as she\nshakes her head slowly back and forth.
\nIt didn’t pay to challenge this man anymore. He had been two steps ahead of her\nat every stage of their struggle – even before she felt this fuzzy cotton ball\nof confusion filling her head and making her dopey and slow. Not doing what he\ntold her to do at this point would be a bad thing.
\n“...nuhh...I’m not. I’m not.....gonna...do....that...”
\n“Excellent. You are capable of learning your place. I appreciate that quality in\na woman. It makes things so much easier for us men. Now then, open your legs for\nme, Wonder Woman.” The scorn in Pascal’s voice when he says her name is striking\nand the heroine’s mouth scowls in a crease of dismay and anger that simmers in\nher stunted brain. Despite her feelings, she obeys.
\n“...uuuhhmm...okay...”
\n“Nice and wide, hero. I want complete and easy access to that soft, precious\ntwat of yours.”
\nThe beaten and demoralized Amazon warrior spreads her legs apart for her foe,\ntaking a wide stance and making her downy bush and gleaming genitals completely\navailable for his pleasure. The shame of having to comply to his demands along\nwith the fear for her very life and the disorienting confusion of why she can’t\nthink clearly anymore wears heavily on the proud Amazon and she begins to\ntremble and whimper openly.
\n“...d..d..don...don’t hurt...me....please...i....don’t want to be hurt...\nplease...it’s not fair...”
\n“Hurt you? You misunderstand me completely, you stupid cow. Stop embarrassing\nyourself with that pathetic simpering and listen to me. I am here to give you\npleasure. Pleasure beyond your control.”
\n“...but...i...don’t....want that...” sniffs Wonder Woman.
\n“Why on earth would you suppose that what you want matters in the least to me,\ncherie? Oh, you foolish little piglet. Now then, try to convince me that this\ndoes not feel good, eh?”
\nPlacing his left hand on her thigh and taking his thumb to her outer labia, he\npulls her flower open, showing its pink inner walls in the light. His right hand\nguides the protruding red jewel into the gleaming folds and slides it up and\ndown the tiny crevices there with slow, gentle passes.
\nThe sensation is a startling surprise to her and Wonder Woman shudders then\ngasps softly, her thighs involuntarily twitching at the touch of the cool hard\nstone’s surface rubbing into her sensitized folds.
\n“Do not move away, my dove. I do not wish to hurt you.” The cool voice is more\nthan enough to control the trembling beauty. Diana stays her ground reluctantly\nand then gasps again as the jewel pushes cooly against her womanly furrows
\n“...haahh!” The large ruby pushes her lips apart as it glides against her.\nPascal’s hand maneuvers his tool of delight this way and that, up and down and\nin slow circular motions until Wonder Woman’s eyes begin to fog. The aphrodisiac\nhas drifted into her brain even as its dewey drops within her petals create\nshimmering bands of joy between her thighs.
\n“You see what you receive when you obey me, hero? You feel what I can give you?”\n“Ohhhhhhhhhh....” the raven-haired beauty moans out in a long low pull of\nsensuous thrill. Her breath catching at the end in a swoon of pleasure.
\n“I will take that delighted bovine mooing as a ‘yes,’ mon ami. You see? No pain\nat all. Nothing but the thrill of the many keen edges of this marvelous ruby\nseeking out the sensitive juicy folds of your quivering pussy, yes? You feel\nthem, non? The caressing touch of those countless glorious smooth faces riding\namong the waves of feminine treasures. This must bring you great delight. I am\ncorrect in this, yes?”
\nThe round jewel pushing up and down between her thighs under Pascal’s steady\nstrokes, with all its facets rubbing against her tingling nether lips, is\nfilling Wonder Woman’s thoughts with pulsing waves of joy.
\n“...I...uh...ohhh....yes....yes...” she nods dully.\n“..ohhhhh...yez....feelz...wunder....ful...”
\nIndeed, the wave of excitement from what Pascal is doing to the outer edges of\nher vagina is carrying the dulled beauty along like a log flume ride; helplessly\npropelled along a course over which she has no control. Just like he said it\nwould be. This makes her angry until the jewel of the tiara is pressed firmly up\ninto the very apex of her crotch, grinding gently there and sending her heart\ninto faster beatings and turning her mind into mush.
\n“...uuugghhnnn.....agghhhhhhh......ohhhhhhhh....ahhhhhhh...” The groans and\ngasps of the Amazon warrior in the throes of intense pleasure brings a beaming\nleer from Pascal as he presses his advantage and rotates the jewel back and\nforth deep within Wonder Woman’s snatch. The surface of the brilliant jewel is\nslick with the juices of Diana’s excitement and the residue of the aphrodisiac\nas the faceted face of her family’s precious jewel rubs into the very core of\nher womanhood.
\n“UUUHHHNNNNNN!....wait....wait!....this is.....too\nmuch...i..can’t...can’t...ohhhh...”
\n“Come on, princess. It is time for you to let go. Feel the pleasure overwhelm\nyou completely.”
\n“...i...don’t...i...can’t...not...how...i...should.....aaaahh!....act....ohhhhhhhhhh....”
\n“Oh, I would not concern myself with decorum at this stage, Wonder Woman. I am\ndiscovering exactly what a hopeless harlot you are. Feel free to let yourself go\ncompletely.”
\n“....shouldn’t...” she pants.
\nAfter slowly rubbing the jeweled face of the folded tiara down Wonder Woman’s\ngreasy channel, Pascal then positions the shining jewel at the opening of her\nvagina and begins to press the fair-sized ruby against the spread lips with a\nfirm and inexorable pressure. The glowing jewel suddenly disappears within the\nwidely-spread thighs of the Champion of All Women, popping into her with a\nslurping thump.
\n“OHH! OHH! H...H..Hera!...tha...that’s...wrong....so....so...wrong....”
\nThe hand that suddenly appears at her lower back keeps her pelvis arched forward\nas the satin-wrapped tiara is gradually and relentlessly forced deep into Wonder\nWoman’s passage.
\n“Who is to say what is wrong, cherie?”
\nPascal twists the soft satin cylinder and pulls it out two inches before pushing\nit back inside the wet and yielding tunnel. Then he begins to stroke the damp\ntool in and out and in and out of Wonder Woman’s body, slowly and first and then\npicking up the pace. The Amazon warrior bites her lower lip and tries not to\nyelp with joy. But she can’t stop the burbling moans and gasps she emits.
\n“...uh...gud....ohhh....ahhhh...ahhhhh...ooooohhhh...s...ss..sooooo....so\ngooood....”
\nPascal’s hand moves up Wonder Woman’s back, gliding along the obvious spinal\ncolumn until he passes over her neck and takes firm hold of her hair. He pulls\nthe woman’s head back and, with a gleam of satisfaction, begins thrusting the\nsatin cylinder in and out of the dazed heroine’s crotch with one hand while his\nother holds her head up so she is forced to look him directly in the eyes.
\n“Did you think it would be any other way than this between us, Wonder Woman?”
\nThe hand with the tiara continues to batter the beautiful woman’s channel with\nrolling, thunderous waves of pleasure. The hand in her hair keeps her blue eyes\npinned to his own.
\nThe blues irises are foggy and lost, the comprehension there is barely enough to\nunderstand the taunt. Barely. The capitulation he does find there, the\nflickering doubt followed by wounded acceptance of her status is more than\nenough to make Pascal’s heart soar in triumph. The murmured grunt of\nacknowledgment from the panting female is pure icing on the cake.
\n“...n...no...”
\n“Nor did I. Now cum for me, Wonder Woman.”
\nThe sopping cylinder of cloth is withdrawn almost completely and then the jewel\nface is rotated back and forth against the overstimulated, throbbing clit of the\nChampion of All Women. She falls hard into ecstacy as commanded.
\n“UUUUGGGHHHHNNNNNNNN!”
\nRapid, constant jerks shake her thighs while her eyes to disappear into her\nhead. A copious flow of her liquid ecstacy floods from between her legs,\ndraining down her thighs until a plentitude of rivulets disappear into her\nknocking, spastic boots.
\n“This is the heroine who would have you believe she is above us all in wisdom\nand truth and honor. Quiver and cry again, female. Share with us the wisdom of\nyour cunt.”
\nThe wrapped tiara is shoved deep into Wonder Woman’s crotch once again and\nthrust and withdrawn over and over, more than a dozen times until she cries out\nin helpless pleasure.
\n“AAAYEEAAAGHHH!”
\nHer wide pelvis rocks back and forth and more cum flushes out from between the\nlegs of the frenzied, lost and broken Amazon. She puddles the cement floor under\nher scraped and marred red and white boots with her helplessly siphoned lust.
\n“There is the sum total of your truth and honor, whore. A greasy wet spot on my\nfloor. You are no hero. The very symbol of your truth and honor has tapped your\nsopping cunt like a spigot in a whiskey barrel. Champion of All Women? I think\nnot, slut. You will be no one’s champion anymore.”
\n“....i...i’m...please...i...i....want....to....go...now....” Heaving pants issue\nfrom the woman whose massive breasts are rising and falling like a mighty\nbellows. Her head, released now by Pascal, has flopped forward, her chin on her\nchest.
\n“Go? Go where, cherie?”
\n“...a....away....i...want...to..go away...from you....” she murmurs softly.
\n“No doubt, my little dove. But there is so much more to do. For example, we have\nnot even explored how you will enjoy having your ass fingered while this ruined\ncrown repeatedly fills your pussy.
\n“...no....NO!...you can’t.....i...can’t take...anymore....”
\n“We have discussed this, cherie. I can do what I want. What you want does not\nmatter.”
\nThe waves of pleasure forced from a delirious Wonder Woman by her bent and\nruined tiara were beyond her counting before the next hour was measured out by\nthe black hands on the white round face of the clock on the storeroom wall.\nPascal’s control of the damp red cylinder of lust was masterful and continuous.\nHis hands were everywhere, forcing the tool into her slippery yawning vagina\nagain and again and again while busy fingers reamed her ass, turning and\ntwisting and probing her most sensitive inner realms of rectal pleasure until\nthe mighty champion heaved and wept and came in his palms, over her thighs, and\ninto her jittering, jerking boots over and over. Other times, the cum-coated\njewel circled her nipples in dizzying unending spirals while frantic pumping\nfingers in her rear joined in to tear shrieking screams of ecstacy from Wonder\nWoman’s raw throat.
\nBy the time Dr. Rene Pascal finished this stage of his experiment in the\nsublimation, humiliation and devastation of Wonder Woman, he had the mighty\nAmazon warrior sucking on the moist red satin cylinder like a docile youngster\ndumbly sucking her thumb in the schoolyard sandbox: sad, alone and in tears.
\nHe held the sticky tube up to her face and watched with unabashed delight as she\nlicked the jewel clean and then sucked it whole in her mouth until he told her\nto stop.
\n“Good girl. Now does this jewel and this tiara mean anything to you anymore?”
\n“No,” she replied dutifully.
\nThe backhand came out of nowhere and knocked her face sideways. Her eyes took a\nmoment to settle before she turned her face back to him in stupid confusion.
\n“WRONG! It is still very much a symbol to you. Only now it represents not the\naura of royalty but the never-ending stigma of shame. You understand that now?”
\n“Yes,” Wonder Woman nodded dully.
\nThe second backhand hurt more than the first.
\n“NO! You don’t. Not until you are fucked one last time by it. Except this time\nusing it by yourself.”
\n“...me...?...” she mumbled, turning her bright slapped cheek and looking\nstraight at him with defeated eyes.
\n“Problem?”
\n“No....n...none...at.....all.”
\nSo Wonder Woman fucked herself with her own tiara. Her heart was heavy and it\ntook a long time for her to bring herself to a climax. She kept thinking about\nhow she’d used the tiara as a boomerang to save herself in battles, and how it\nhad been bestowed upon her by her mother in a crowning ceremony on Theymiscira\nthat was a wonderful and cherished memory. With all those blurry memories\ncreeping in, the weeping, distraught heroine rubbed herself raw before she was\nfinally able to disengage her mind enough to feel the flush of pleasure finally\ncrest in her brain. There was not nearly as much cum dripping from her satiny,\nred folds in that final climax. She’d expended so much it was a sad little\ntinkle between her legs, barely more than the tears she was shedding down her\nblazing, shamed, slapped and reddened cheeks.
\nWhen the needle came from behind her and stuck her in her rump, Wonder Woman\nalmost sighed in relief to be carried away by the knockout drug. It had been a\nhellish, devastating defeat for the proud heroine. She slouched in place against\nthe steel shelving, a heavy weight, with a lost world on her shoulders as she\nslipped into blackness.
\nEnd of Part 22
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