Perils of a Superheroine - Starring Wonder Woman
By Sir Lanceherlots
Author's Note - There are many wonderful stories on the net about superheroines. However, have you ever read a story and said to yourself, "This is great, but I wish the writer had gone in a different direction?"
This story is a result of that. I first got the idea for this piece reading a story on GW's page on Diana the Valkyrie's site. I don't think GW himself wrote it, but it's posted there. Anyway, by itself, the story is a fantastic piece. However, I thought, "What if the writer had gone a different way."
Which brings us here. Contained herein, you will notice some familiar ideas and perils, and hopefully some new ones, as well. (Was it Shakespeare or Homer (Simpson) who once said there are no truly original ideas in literature? Everything is about love, money or the revenge inspired by the two.) So please don't think of this as plagiarism or a sign I dislike the things I have read. If anything, they have been an inspiration. It is my hope that this tale will prompt others to write original stories inspired by something contained here. So GW, RW, Marat, Vladi, Mr. X, Nergd, Bob Cashman, Trent Wolf and others I have forgotten to mention, consider this an homage to the fine work you do. It is appreciated.
CHAPTER V
"Patricia" put on the gown and looked in the mirror. It was a little snug around her buxom chest but otherwise was fine. It ended just a little above the knee, so it wasn't risqué. In fact, Wonder Woman figured she truly did look like a patient in a hospital. Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened the door.
Greta was waiting outside, her arms folded over her chest. She smiled slightly … trying to look friendly but simply coming off as creepy. "Come on, honey. Let's see your room."
Wonder Woman followed the burly nurse through several hospital corridors. The layout of the hospital was attractive. The walls were a light mauve with lots of flowery pictures on the wall. Wonder Woman noticed the pictures were bolted to the walls with plastic rather than glass frames - tougher to break and less likely to do damage in case anyone got out of control. The windows were barred, but still offered a beautiful view of the hospital grounds. A gorgeous garden was in front with a food garden in back. Several patients were working in both.
"You like that?" Greta asked, noticing the patient's attention outside. "If you behave your first week, we can try to get you out there. But you have to earn that privilege."
"How do you do that?" Wonder Woman asked.
"By following the rules," Greta said. "Can you read?"
"Of course I can!" "Patricia" snapped.
Greta shook her head but let the apparent surly attitude slide. She then handed Wonder Woman a sheet of paper. "Look at these and let me know if you have any questions."
Wonder Woman examined the paper. It was a list of hospital rules. Most of them were simple common sense (No. 5 was "Lights out is at 10:30 p.m. If you are caught up past lights out, it is two demerits."). "What is the punishment of having too many demerits?" Wonder Woman asked.
"We try not to think in the realm of punishment … it's more of a lack of rewards," Greta said. "For example, by behaving you earn positive points. If you fail to obey the rules, you lose points. Rarely do we have a guest go into the negative numbers."
"And if they do?"
Greta smiled. "Are you trying to find out how much you can get away with? Oh … you're bad!" She chuckled and Wonder Woman smiled slightly. The nurse was good … trying to earn the patient's trust … using terms like "guest" instead of "patient" … this was obviously a good hospital with well-trained personnel.
"Seriously, it's very rare. You almost have to try to get too many demerits to get into the negative realm. For example, the fact you completed your physical in a positive manner is worth five points. So you're already moving up. And we're real easy-going on our new guests while they learn the ropes. But, if a guest is a consistent problem, there are some punishments - cafeteria clean up duty, cleaning the bathrooms, things like that. If a guest is simply too unruly or a danger to others, we ask them to leave. But that's exceptionally rare. In fact, I don't know if it's ever happened."
Wonder Woman nodded. "Probably because you turn them into mindless zombies," she thought.
"Here's your room," Greta said. She opened the door and ushered "Patricia" into the room. It was not a typical hospital room. There were two beds, but there was also a sofa, a television, a handful of flowers and plants, a plush chair and nice pictures on the wall.
Greta walked to a chest of drawers. "These are yours. There's nothing in here right now, but while you're at dinner we'll put more gowns in there. When you've earned enough points, we'll see if you would like some more 'regular' clothes."
Wonder Woman nodded as Greta walked towards a door. "This is the rest room. A toilet and sink are in here." She closed the door and walked to another door. As she opened it, Greta said, "And this is the shower. This is actually a suite. No guests have private rooms … it's part of our program. You will share this bathroom with your roommate and two other guests. When you're in here, lock both doors. When you turn the lock, a red light comes up that lets the others know you're in here. We, of course, have electronic keys that open the doors automatically in case of an emergency, but it's not anything you should worry about. You'll get used to it. Any questions?"
Wonder Woman looked around, acted a little nervous, then asked, "Who's my roommate?"
"Oh, it's a young lady named Laura Chetty. She's very nice. You shouldn't have any problems with her. In fact, she's really taken to our program. Perhaps she can 'show you the ropes,' so to speak."
Wonder Woman nodded again and looked around. Frankly, it was better than she had expected. She turned back to the nurse and asked, "What now?"
"Well, I would suggest you kick back here for a bit," Greta responded. "Watch a little TV. Relax. Maybe take a nap. You have 90 minutes until dinner. I'll come by to get you to show you where the cafeteria is, if you'd like."
"That would be nice, thank you."
Greta put a hand on Wonder Woman's cheek. "Patricia, dear, you'll do just fine here. Let me know if you need anything … ANYTHING … OK?"
Wonder Woman forced a smile. She had seen this look and heard the tone before and knew the nurse was "making a play" but she blew it off. "Thank you. I will."
As soon as Greta left, Wonder Woman tried to lock the door, only to notice there was no lock on the outer door. She looked at the sheet the nurse had handed her again. There it was: "No. 17: Any attempt to prohibit entry to a guest's room is punishable by five demerits. This is for YOUR protection." The Amazon had to admit that, although she would have liked some privacy, the rule made sense. You never know when a patient might get out of control and need help.
Wonder Woman then heard a door close followed by the sound of a lock. The red light was on, meaning one of her suitemates was getting ready to use the shower. Sure enough, moments later the water began to run. Wonder Woman moved to the bed without the extra pillow on it and laid down. The sound of the shower was calming and she began nodding off.
"Maybe a nap isn't such a bad idea," she thought as she closed her eyes. Her last thought before falling asleep was the gnawing feeling that something wasn't right. Perhaps her lasso had been used against her, but she knew her body well enough to know something was off-kilter. But she let it go and dozed off.
Wonder Woman suddenly bolted upright in bed. Something was wrong. She turned quickly and saw a teenage boy in a towel sitting at the edge of her bed.
"What … who are you? And what are you doing here?!?" she asked, raising her voice every word along the way.
The boy jumped off the bed quickly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He slowly backed away.
Wonder Woman looked at him. It dawned on her that the door to the shower was open. She must have fallen asleep and not heard it end. She held up a hand. "That's OK. I'm sorry for being so short. My name is Di-," she caught herself, "Patricia. What's yours?"
The young man stopped inching backwards and stood up straight. "My name is Matthew Michael Burton," he said.
Wonder Woman stood up and extended her hand. "Well, it's nice to meet you Matthew Michael Burton," she said.
The young man shook her hand and said, "You're tall."
Wonder Woman chuckled. It was obvious this young man was not entirely there … perhaps some slight mental retardation. Regardless, his reasons for being in a hospital were clear, although Wonder Woman thought he could probably function in society with some minor training.
"Why are you here?" Matthew Michael Burton asked.
Wonder Woman smiled. "I'm here because some people think I have problems and I need some help."
"Oh," he said. "I'm here to be a movie star."
Wonder Woman's ears perked up. "What?"
"I'm here to be a movie star. My parents want me to be a movie star."
"Really? Have you made any movies?"
"Oh, yeah, lots of movies," Matthew Michael Burton said. "Doctor Lorio says I'm great."
"They're movies for Dr. Lorio?" Wonder Woman asked. "What are these movies about?"
The young man blushed. "Stuff."
"What kind of stuff, Matthew?" she asked.
He turned his head. "I can't tell you. It's a secret."
Wonder Woman cheered in her head. "This might end sooner than I expected," she thought. "You can tell me," she said to Matthew Michael Burton. "I promise, I won't tell."
"I can't!" he said. "You can't make me!"
"All right, all right," she said, backing off quickly. She didn't want to do anything to upset him. It was essential to earn his trust. But how? The idea came to her. "Matthew, I have a secret, too. Do you want to know what it is?"
The young man's face immediately brightened, then turned cautious. "I don't know."
Wonder Woman turned her back and said over her shoulder, "OK, but it's a GOOOOD secret. But I guess you're not interested."
She waited with her back to him for 10 seconds. She could see him in the mirror and watched as the young man struggled with his decision. Finally, curiosity got the better of him.
"OK, tell me."
"You have to tell me your secret first," she said.
He shook his head emphatically. "Uh-UH, you go. Then I'll tell you mine."
Wonder Woman smiled inwardly. "OK, but you have to PROMISE not to tell anyone, OK? I can trust you, right?"
Matthew Michael Burton nodded his head vigorously. "Oh, yeah, you can trust me, Patricia. I PROMISE!"
Wonder Woman leaned close and the young man did the same. Finally, she whispered, "I know Wonder Woman."
The teenager leaned back and laughed. "No you don't! You don't know Wonder Woman!"
"I do! And keep your voice down! I don't want everyone to know."
"Come on, you can't fool me. You don't know Wonder Woman."
"I do! Honest! And I can promise you she'll come visit you soon."
The young man stood up. "Lady, you're in the right place because you are really crazy. Wonder Woman's not coming here and I'd be as crazy as you to think she would."
Wonder Woman had to think quickly. "OK, tell you what. I promise you Wonder Woman will visit you tonight. You tell her secret to her and she'll tell me. Then, I'll tell you what your secret is tomorrow so you'll KNOW I know Wonder Woman."
Matthew Michael Burton chewed on the idea. The Amazon was worried that she may have gone too fast for him, but he finally began to nod. "OK," he said. "I'll tell Wonder Woman my secret and she can tell you. That way, I can tell Dr. Lorio I never told anyone. He would never believe I told Wonder Woman, right? He would have to think I'm crazy! But I'm not crazy! I'm not!"
"No, Matthew, I don't think you're crazy," Wonder Woman said. Then she thought, "But I may be for trying this."
CHAPTER VI
A few minutes before six, Greta was back to escort "Patricia" to the cafeteria. They talked pleasantly about "Patricia's" parents in Europe and how Patricia had grown up there. Greta hoped to visit the continent someday.
They finally arrived at the cafeteria and it was bustling. A couple hundred "guests" were in line waiting for their food. Some sat quietly at round tables, eating peacefully. Others sat together and chatted. It was fairly unspectacular.
A short blonde in a white T-shirt and khaki pants skipped towards Wonder Woman and the nurse. "Ahh," Greta said. "Here's Laura, your roommate. I told her she would be getting a new roomie today."
"You're Patricia? Hi, my name is Laura … Laura Chetty," she said as she stuck out her hand. Wonder Woman took it and shook tentatively.
"Patricia Anzalone," she answered. "Nice to meet you."
"I am SO excited," said the blonde who couldn't have been more than 19. "My last roommate and I got along so well and I'm sure you and I will, too. Come on, let me show you around!"
And with that, the two ladies abandoned Nurse Greta and headed for the food line.
Wonder Woman found the cafeteria food surprisingly tasty - "The benefits of staying in an upscale hospital, I suppose," she thought - and Laura's personality was quite bubbly.
Laura Chetty was a 17-year-old from Virginia. Cute with small, perky breasts and long blonde hair and a cheerleader's body, she appeared to be the poster candidate for "Girl Next Door." However, she had tried to commit suicide a year ago after getting involved with a drug-addicted boyfriend. Coming to Lynch Rehab saved her life, according to Laura, and she hoped to be back home and starting her new life within a month.
Wonder Woman could find nothing really wrong with the young lady, aside from her troubled past. She probably could have been dismissed sooner, but that was simply a quick diagnosis. Wonder Woman had no idea what went on in Laura's sessions.
"Who was your previous roommate?" she finally asked.
"Oh, a girl named Debbie Dyson," she said. "Debbie had been here a few months and it was time for her to leave. Kinda like it will be for you when I leave. Lynch tries to pair people up so one can show the other the ropes. That way, you never really feel alone. I can't wait to see Debbie again. Tell me, Patricia, why are you here?"
Wonder Woman smiled slightly. "I have some issues I have to work out. Let's just leave it at that, OK?"
Laura was visibly saddened. It was obvious the young lady wanted another best friend and best friends didn't keep secrets from each other. But she quickly got over it. "OK, Dr. Lorio said it takes time to work through some things and we shouldn't force them … just take them as they come to us."
Wonder Woman nodded. Lorio again? Was he EVERY patient's doctor? "Tell me about Dr. Lorio, Laura. What's he like?"
The teenager's face brightened. "Oh, he's AWESOME! He is SO good at what he does. He's a miracle worker. Any time I feel down, I go into a session with him and come out so relaxed and happy. I'll show you one of the relaxation tricks he taught me sometime, if you'd like."
"Sure," Wonder Woman answered. "That would be great. But what are his sessions like?"
Laura frowned slightly. "You'll find out soon enough. Let's just say he takes a personal interest in every patient here. He takes his job very seriously. But enough about him. Let me show you the rest of the facility. They try not to use the word 'hospital' here because they want everyone to feel like they're simply 'guests' instead of patients. I thought it was lame, but it kinda works."
Wonder Woman smiled. It was tough not to get caught up in Laura's enthusiasm. Laura grabbed her hand and the two of them went to explore the hospital grounds. Laura was a very adept tour guide, showing Wonder Woman most of the hospital interior. "Patricia" wasn't allowed outside yet - you had to wear "real clothes" to go outside - but Laura showed her where the gym, the pool and the laundry room were. They then moved to a separate wing that was much darker. This was the medical wing. Laura explained that Dr. Lorio didn't have one room, but instead used all of them. Each room had different equipment for the different needs of his patients. Wonder Woman found this odd, but didn't say anything. Instead, she asked if he had a regular office … in case her family wanted to meet with him.
"I'm sure he has an office somewhere, but I don't know where," Laura answered. "I would imagine it's on the fifth floor. I haven't been up there yet. I know that's where Mr. Lynch keeps an office - I saw it on the hospital directory downstairs when I checked in - but that was the only name on the fifth floor. I've never seen Mr. Moneybags, but I've been told he's here often."
Wonder Woman nodded and began tossing ideas around in her head as they returned to their room. She now knew the lay of the land - Laura was a GREAT tour guide - and had a good idea where the incriminating evidence would be. But now it became a matter of "getting the goods." She hoped Matthew Michael Burton would be the first piece of solving that puzzle.
Wonder Woman and Laura talked the rest of the evening. Most of the conversation was around Laura, which was fine with both parties. Laura was looking forward to getting back to "the real world" but admitted she would miss the safety of the hospital. She had no desire to go back to her old boyfriend … or ANY boyfriend for the time being. Occasionally, Laura would ask Patricia a question, but Wonder Woman deftly steered the conversation back to Laura with little problem.
About 10, Laura mentioned that lights out was coming and they should get ready for bed. As Nurse Greta had said, more gowns were in Wonder Woman's chest of drawers, including a soft flowery cotton gown that was obviously designed for sleeping. Wonder Woman couldn't help but notice Laura's lack of hesitation about stripping in front of the new roommate. She had small, pert breasts with dark brown nipples. Her panties were white cotton.
Wonder Woman was more shy. She stepped into the bathroom, pulled off her pink hospital gown and put on the nightgown. A new toothbrush was on the counter, as was some toothpaste and other toiletries. Wonder Woman brushed her teeth, brushed her hair a bit, then exited.
"You don't have to be modest," Laura said. "It's not like I haven't seen a naked woman before. And we're roommates. We shouldn't be embarrassed in front of each other."
"I know," Wonder Woman blushed. "I'm just a little shy. It's not you, OK?"
"Oh, I know," Laura said, laughing. "I was like you when I got here. You get used to it." She then walked over to the Amazon and wrapped her arms around her for a hug. Wonder Woman was momentarily stunned, then responded in kind. It was obvious this girl craved affection and a simple hug was a small price to help her emotional healing.
But the hug lingered. And lingered. For nearly 30 seconds, Laura had her arms wrapped around the taller woman, her head nestled just above Wonder Woman's breasts. Finally, the Amazon said, "Uhhh, isn't lights out soon."
"Oh, right. Sorry," Laura said. She leaned up and pecked Wonder Woman quickly on the lips. "Better get in bed. Don't want one of the night patrols to give us a demerit"
Wonder Woman was a little surprised by the quick kiss, but decided not to read much into it. Kisses were common in Europe, and Wonder Woman thought, "perhaps Laura was trying to make me feel 'at home.' "
Laura and "Patricia" whispered briefly after lights out, telling jokes and giggling like schoolgirls often do. But by 11, they had said goodnight. Wonder Woman waited for another hour, listening to the rhythmic breathing of her roommate, before deciding Laura was truly asleep. She quietly got up and tiptoed to the shower room, closing the door softly behind her.
Taking one of the towels on the wall, she pressed it to the bottom of each door, keeping the light inside from bleeding into either room. She then slowly began to spin around until a blinding light flashed and Wonder Woman - in full costume - came into view.
"Good thing my costume returns to the place I want it … even if I don't know where it is," Wonder Woman thought. "I'll just tell it to go back where it was before this and everything should be fine."
She picked up the towels then slowly opened the shower door that led to Matthew Michael Burton's room. She heard him lightly snoring then listened for his roommate. Nothing. Maybe he didn't have a roommate? The Amazon princess quickly peeked around the room, but saw only Matthew. Slowly, she inched to his bed, her high heels making tiny "clack" sounds on the tile floor.
At his bed, she put her hand just above his mouth, then gently shook him with her other arm. He bolted up and she clasped her hand over his mouth before he could say anything.
"SHHhhh," she began. "Matthew, it's me - Wonder Woman. Patricia told me to come see you."
"Oh my GOD," Matthew said as quietly as he could. "It's really you, isn't it Wonder Woman?!?"
She smiled. "Yes, it's me. Patricia told me you didn't believe her, but here I am."
"WOW! Doctor Lorio won't believe this," the young man exclaimed.
Wonder Woman frowned. "Now, Matthew, you can't tell Dr. Lorio about my visit. It's part of Patricia's secret, right? And you don't want to betray her secret, do you?"
Matthew's smile faded. "No, I guess not. But it's still great that you're here! I'm your biggest fan."
"That's great, Matthew. I'm flattered. But Patricia said you had a secret to tell me to pass along to her. So you remember that?" The young man nodded. "OK, you tell me and I'll tell her and it will be our little secret, OK?"
Matthew smiled. The idea of sharing a secret with the great Wonder Woman appealed to him tremendously. "OK, but you have to keep it a secret. Doctor Lorio says I can't show anyone except when he says it's OK."
"Show what?" Wonder Woman asked.
Matthew pulled back the covers. Underneath, he was nude and his penis was erect … quite erect … at least 13 inches erect! And it was thick, too. The Amazon couldn't believe her eyes. She thought a bent knee was causing his bed covers to tent, but it was his erection.
Wonder Woman stared at it for 10 seconds before finally looking back at Matthew. He was beaming with pride.
"Doctor Lorio says I have a special talent. Here," he said taking the Amazon's hand, "touch my special talent."
Wonder Woman's mind screamed that she should pull away, but she couldn't help herself. She let her hand be guided to his cock and placed on it. "I've got to stop," she thought to herself, "but it's so HUGE."
She slowly began stroking it up and down, with Matthew's hand on top of hers guiding the way. "Doctor Lorio puts me in his films," Matthew said. "Sometimes he makes me wear a mask, but other times he just tells me to use my special talent. Some of the girls here have special talents, too. They're different than mine, but we can work together and it's fun. Do you like my special talent, Wonder Woman?"
The Amazon licked her lips unconsciously. "Yes," she whispered, her hand continuing to stroke his cock.
Matthew eased his hand off of hers and watched his favorite superheroine. Inside her head, Wonder Woman's mind was racing. She knew this was wrong, but she couldn't stop herself. Something had affected her reasoning ability. Her inhibitions, for some reason, were low and there was nothing she could do to stop herself. And, as much as she hated to admit it, other parts of her body were getting turned on.
Matthew snapped her out of her reverie. "Sometimes, some of the girls lick it. Do you want to lick it?" Wonder Woman shook her head no, but slowly leaned down. With all her willpower, she tried to hold back, but her tongue inched out and flicked his peehole. He suddenly exploded, cumming right in her face. The fist glob went up her nose. She pulled away as the second spurt went across her chin and down her breasts. The third went on her arm and she finally pushed the firing rod out of the way.
Matthew was breathing deeply and staring at Wonder Woman. He had been so quiet when he came … that was what flashed through her mind quickly. She had no warning at all. Wonder Woman tried to wipe the sticky cum off her face, chest and arm while trying to get the scent out of her nose. Finally, Matthew spoke.
"You did well. Some of the girls don't like getting my cream filling in the face. I have to put it in their special place … or in their mouth. But Dr. Lorio likes it when it's on their face. He says my white sauce makes them look beautiful. But Dr. Lorio will really like you. You didn't complain at all!"
Wonder Woman stood up. "You can't say anything about this to anyone. OK, Matthew?" He nodded. "Now, I'm going to tell Patricia about your secret right now and the two of you can talk tomorrow, but don't tell anyone else, OK?"
"Will you come back to see me, Wonder Woman?" he asked.
"Sure, sometime I will. But until then, Patricia is the only person you can talk to about this, OK?"
"No problem, Wonder Woman. You can count on me," he said.
Wonder Woman slid back into the bathroom and pulled the door to. She put the towel back in place and looked at herself. She was a wreck … physically and emotionally. What the hell did she just do, giving a hand job … and nearly a blowjob … to a retarded teenager?!? Something was DEFINITELY wrong. Perhaps she should abort the mission now … but what about all the children like Katie Reese who were victimized? She HAD to do something for them, right?
The Amazon sighed and began spinning. A bright flash of light returned her costume to its previous spot, replaced on her body by the cotton nightgown. She picked up the towels and slowly crawled back into bed, drifting off to sleep almost before her head hit the pillow.
Elsewhere in the hospital, Sean Reams - Dr. Lorio's limo driver - watched the monitors closely. His pants were around his ankles, one hand was on a remote control and the other was on his cock, jerking furiously. On the monitor was a closeup of Wonder Woman's face, inching towards a monstrous cock. The look on her face was a combination of lust and fear … Sean could almost hear the voices in her head shouting "NO!" and "DO IT!" at the same time.
Her pink tongue inched out and grazed the tip of the fruit's penis when the eruption came.
"OH YEAH!!!" Sean screamed as he, too, came.
A minute later, when his breathing returned to normal, Sean looked at another monitor … this one showing a live picture of "Patricia Anzalone" sleeping peacefully in her bed. Sean smirked, then said, "Oh, you'll get yours, you fucking cunt. You will beg me to fuck you … then howl when I do. I promise you that, you bitch!"
He popped the video cassette out of the recorder, labeled it, "WW: Pedophile I," put it on the shelf then went about cleaning up his mess.
CHAPTER VII
Wake-up was 6:30 at Lynch and Laura was up and in the shower when the alarm sounded. Wonder Woman sat up and shook her head. She couldn't believe what she had done to Matthew the previous evening. He was just a boy … a mentally challenged boy at that. She knew better. But she also knew she couldn't help herself. Something was definitely wrong with her but she also knew she had to finish the mission. The innocence of children depended on her.
Laura stepped into the room wearing only a towel. "Good morning! Did you sleep OK? I remember my first night here was pretty tough."
"Fine, thanks," Wonder Woman answered. She stretched her limbs and watched as Laura removed her towel. She had the body of a budding woman - small breasts, but certainly attractive. Laura had a flat stomach that tapered into light blonde pubic hair. Wonder Woman tried to avert her gaze, but glanced up in time to see Laura smiling at her.
"I'm sorry," the Amazon said. "I … I just haven't been around other people in a long time."
"Don't worry about it. I have nothing to hide," Laura said. "One of the things I've learned here at Lynch is not to be ashamed. Of anything." She put a hand on "Patricia's" shoulder and rubbed it gently.
Wonder Woman froze. Her mid was screaming for her to move away, but her body was yelling for her to grab the girl and kiss her … and more.
Laura solved the dilemma, though. "You better get in there and shower up. Breakfast is soon and you don't want to get your first day started on the wrong foot."
Without a word, Wonder Woman nodded. She grabbed another pink gown out of the drawer and stepped into the shower room. As she cranked up the water, she hoped the shower would wash away some of the cobwebs in her head. "What am I doing?" she thought. "Why did that girl's touch put such thoughts in my head? And why have I suddenly lost control of my libido? Maybe I DO need some sort of therapy."
These thoughts plagued her through breakfast. She was finally able to push them aside when Greta greeted her after the meal.
"Patricia, how was your first night here?"
"Fine, thanks."
"Wonderful! Are you ready for your first session? Doctor Lorio will be ready for you in a few minutes."
Wonder Woman nodded, remembering to do so reluctantly. After all, she was supposed to be a patient with "issues." She followed Greta through the hospital to the area Laura had taken her to the day before - Dr. Lorio's offices. The nurse showed "Patricia" into a room that was nicely decorated. It had a desk, a couple of chairs and a soft sofa. Plants and books were the primary decoration, but a large abstract painting hung on the wall above the couch.
"Doctor Lorio will be with you in a moment," Nurse Greta said. "Have a seat or lie on the couch if you like."
Before the nurse could leave, Wonder Woman tentatively spoke up. "Uh, Dr. Lorio said I could wear my clothes for our sessions. Can … can I have them, please?"
Greta smiled. "Sure, honey. Let me go get them. Wait here."
Wonder Woman sat in one of the black leather chairs. From here, she could see what was on the desk … nothing much. A photo of a lady she figured was Lorio's wife - attractive, but certainly not beautiful - a clock, a mug with a few pens in it and a desk calendar … pretty standard stuff. She would like to look IN the desk, but figured that was too risky since both the doctor and the nurse would be back any second. Instead, she examined the books on the bookcases. Again, nothing really of interest. A few books on the inner workings of the minds of serial killers, but that was not totally off-base. After all, he was a shrink.
A small knock preceded the nurse returning with Wonder Woman's outfit. She handed it to the Amazon. "You go ahead and change. I'll make sure the doctor doesn't interrupt." The "patient" thanked her and waited for the nurse to leave. Only, Greta simply locked the door.
"Uhhh, ma'am, what are you doing?" Wonder Woman asked.
"I can't leave you in here with a rope by yourself," she answered. "You've been here less than 24 hours and have yet to have your first evaluation. We have to be careful. You can give me the rope or I'll stay with you until Dr. Lorio arrives."
Wonder Woman's mind raced. What WOULD a crazy person do? They'd go for the full effect rather than modesty. "I can't do that," she answered. "You couldn't handle my magic lasso's powers."
Greta smiled slightly and nodded, then watched.
Wonder Woman started with the star-spangled tights. She pulled them up her legs and into place without revealing anything, thanks to the gown. For the bustier, though, she had to remove the gown. The Amazon noticed the nurse staring at the "patient's" chest a little too long, which made Wonder Woman feel a little uncomfortable. However, she was able to get it into place quickly. After that, Greta didn't seem too interested as the Amazon Princess secured the belt, lasso, tiara, bracelets and boots.
No sooner was the last boot in place than Dr. Lorio entered the room. "Thank you, Greta, I'll take over from here now." The nurse nodded and quietly exited the room.
"So, Patricia, how was your first night?" Lorio asked as he sat behind the desk. He had yet to look at his "patient" although he had not been able to stop thinking about her since yesterday. When Sean showed him the tape from last night, he nearly came on the spot. But he held off, knowing why settle for a recording when you can have the real thing in a few minutes?
"Fine, thanks," she answered. "It feels good to be back in uniform again."
"Really? You don't like our gowns?"
"I can't fight crime in that," she said, thinking, "I've got him totally fooled!"
"Let's talk about this a little, Patricia," he began.
"Wonder Woman," she corrected him.
"Patricia," he repeated, ignoring her comment, "why do you think Wonder Woman dresses like that?"
Wonder Woman was taken a little aback. "What do you mean?"
"Well, stand up." The Amazon stood. Doctor Lorio opened a door to a private bathroom. On the back of the door was a full-length mirror. "Look at yourself in the mirror." She did. "What do you see?"
The Amazon Princess was now totally confused. "Where is he heading with this?" she thought.
"I see Wonder Woman," she responded.
"OK, but look deeper," Dr. Lorio continued, his voice remaining calm. "Turn to the side. Notice how your … uhh … tights flare up towards the hip, highlighting your posterior. Now, turn back and face the mirror. Look how low-cut your top is. Why, your breasts are practically bursting out of there."
Wonder Woman studied what the doctor was saying, as if for the first time. "Maybe he has a point," she thought.
"Come on back and sit down," he asked and the patient complied. "Now, tell me something, Patricia - why do you think Wonder Woman wears this costume?"
Wonder Woman was truly stumped now. Why DID she wear this costume? "Uhhh … as a symbol of freedom?"
Doctor Lorio began writing on the tablet … he figured he better LOOK like a doctor. "OK, why else?"
"Because all superheroes wear costumes?"
"Yes, but not all of them are revealing," Lorio responded. "Batgirl is covered from head to toe. Supergirl's skirt may be short, but it's downright modest compared to Wonder Woman's. Black Canary and Huntress may be sexy, but they hide in the shadows a good bit. But this bright red and gold and bright blue … it's meant to stand out and be seen. Now, Patricia, who wears an outfit this revealing and wants to be seen?"
The Amazon hung her head … she truly was embarrassed. How could he be this mean? She always liked her costume … was proud of it … so why was she now embarrassed by it? "I … I don't know," she finally answered.
"Strippers and whores, that's who, Patricia," he said. "Think about it … who else wears something like that? Swimsuit models? They only do it for their fashion shoots, then they put on normal clothes. So, Patricia, I come back to the question - why do you think Wonder Woman wears this costume."
Wonder Woman was almost on the verge of tears. She couldn't think. She knew she had an answer … that her logic and reason would step to the fore and she would put this … this MAN … in his place. But she kept hitting a roadblock somewhere along the way. He was disappointed in her. She couldn't give an answer.
Doctor Lorio finally said, in a very soft voice, "Is it because Wonder Woman may be a whore?"
The Amazon shook her head angrily. "No! That's not it!"
Lorio continued to press. "Isn't it? Is it because you think Wonder Woman is above such things? Do you think she doesn't have sexual desires?"
Wonder Woman again was too stunned to speak or move. She simply hung her head, shaking it slightly from side to side.
"Let me tell you what I think, and you correct me if I'm wrong, OK?" Lorio began. "I think Wonder Woman is extremely sexually repressed. Think about it. She is from an ancient culture with nothing but women. Her mission is to help protect our world, but not become part of it. Daily, hourly … heck, probably every minute … she is bombarded with a foreign culture - one that is more open than the one from which she came. She is seeing and hearing things that, prior to coming here, she never had to deal with. She has to be curious, but she is also from royalty, so she has to stay above we mortals.
"Still, there is that burning desire in there … that curiosity any woman of her intelligence must have … to see what all the fuss is about. And that has manifested itself in her appearance. She could be more modest, but that wouldn't tempt fate, would it? So she wears that outfit - the one you're wearing - in the hopes of titillating people and, thus, herself. For if SHE can't participate physically in sexual relationships, she is thrilled and aroused to think people are fantasizing about her."
He paused, staring at the Amazon whose head was bowed. He had rehearsed the speech for more than an hour the previous night, measuring the angles, the questions, the possible defenses his "patient" might take. Finally, he asked, "Do you think I'm off-base in any aspect?"
Wonder Woman sat in stunned silence, not believing what she had just heard. Somewhere inside her, she knew he was wrong … but she couldn't find where. Her years of Amazon learning kept hitting a mental block and the only thing that could pop into her head was, "If you can't find the flaw, maybe it's because one isn't there." Finally, she shook her head.
Lorio cheered inside his mind, but maintained an outer calm. "So, if all of that is true, it doesn't make Wonder Woman a whore, does it?"
The Amazon brightened up quickly. "No … no, it doesn't," she answered.
Lorio also smiled at this … it was going according to plan. "No, merely dressing like that would make Wonder Woman a tease. She would have to ACT on those desires to be a whore. The question becomes, does she act on it?"
Wonder Woman's hopes again sank. Prior to coming to Lynch, she would have never considered herself a whore. Yet, she couldn't stop thinking about sex. Last night's incident with Matthew. The thoughts that raced through her head with Laura. Heck, even sitting here with the doctor she had thought about what it would be like to have sex with him.
Doctor Lorio let the question linger for a few moments, waved his hand dismissively, then continued. "But that's her. You're Patricia Anzalone and the question for us is: Do YOU act on those impulses?"
Wonder Woman again saw Dr. Lorio's question as a life preserver. It was no longer about her, but rather her character. Plus, it was the perfect opportunity to talk about her REAL problems and possibly regain control of the conversation. "Sometimes," she murmured.
"Really? Tell me about it," Dr. Lorio asked.
Wonder Woman shook her head. No patient would give up these intimate details this early in therapy.
"Very well, Patricia," Dr. Lorio said as he closed his notepad. "I'm disappointed, but if you don't want help, there's no point in continuing today."
Wonder Woman's heart sank. The doctor of disappointed! In HER! "Wait, I'm sorry … I'll talk."
"I'm sorry Patricia, but the notebook is closed. When that happens, the session is over. I've found that patients must be willing to work for therapy to succeed. I don't think you're ready for that."
"No, please … I'm ready. Sit down," she pleaded.
Lorio smiled. The suggestion he planted that she crave his approval and hate his disappointment was working perfectly. The next part would be tricky.
He slowly slid back into his chair. "Patricia, are you really Wonder Woman?"
The Amazon hung her head … trying to figure out how to answer the question. If she said, "No" she may be out of the hospital. So she finally whispered, "I don't know."
Lorio was a little surprised. He was prepared for either a yes or no response, but the one somewhere in the middle was unexpected. He rolled with it deftly, though. "But you consider it a possibility, yes?"
Wonder Woman nodded.
"In order to develop a trust, I have to believe what you're saying, right?" Again, she nodded. "I want you to wrap your lasso around your waist and hand me the end. It's a lasso of truth, right? So you can't lie to me."
The Amazon panicked slightly. "But … if I'm not Wonder Woman, it won't work," she said. She REALLY didn't want to give up her lasso.
"True, but since you believe you're Wonder Woman, you'll believe you're compelled to tell the truth," he responded. "And if you're not … well, you'll know that for sure, right? The important thing is for you to show me you're ready to work. By giving this up, you're letting me know you want help."
Slowly, Wonder Woman reached for her lasso. She unhooked it, then wrapped it loosely around her waist before handing the end to the doctor.
Lorio would have cheered if he could. Here was the powerful Wonder Woman surrendering herself to questioning to him. And all he did was use his mind. He had outsmarted the Champion of All Women. "If she's the Champion of all Women, it just goes to show what idiots all women are," he thought.
"OK, Patricia," he began, staying in character … he wanted the Amazon to remember ALL of this … "tell me about your sexual impulses."
The mandate to tell the truth washed over Wonder Woman. "There are so many … sometimes they're small, trivial things and sometimes they're horribly raunchy. A man in uniform. A young farmer in the field, the sun beating on his brow. A woman nursing her child. All these things and others are beautiful to me in some way."
"Rather poetic and flowery," Dr. Lorio said sarcastically. "Do you ever ACT on your impulses?"
She briefly fought her response but finally admitted, "Rarely."
"Like when? When was the most recent time?"
Again, she struggled, but finally responded: "Last night … with Matthew Michael Burton."
Doctor Lorio looked at her incredulously. **"**The mentally-challenged boy in the room next to yours?!? Why, he's only 15!!!"
"Fifteen?!?" Wonder Woman thought. "My God, what have I done?" However, she remained quiet since no question was asked.
Lorio regained his "composure" and asked, "Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes," she answered, more quickly than she would have liked.
"Did you have sex?"
"No."
"What did you do, then?"
"I masturbated him with my hand."
"Anything else?"
Wonder Woman blushed. "I licked his penis and he ejaculated."
"Did you like it … his semen?"
She turned even redder and whispered, "Yes."
"Tell me, Patricia … in your sexual relationships, do you prefer to be the one in charge or the submissive one?"
Wonder Woman had never thought of it before and she had certainly never been forced to answer it truthfully. Her answer surprised her. "I am usually the dominant one, but I prefer being submissive with a lover."
Lorio, too, was a little taken aback. Not that it mattered to him … he would get his either way … but for what he had in mind, it made things interesting.
"Final, question, Patricia: Are you a virgin?"
To Wonder Woman, this may have been the most embarrassing question. "Yes."
"OK, Patricia, you can remove the lasso now," he said. Wonder Woman hurriedly did so. When she had reattached it to her belt, she looked back to the doctor.
"Patricia," he began, "we have a therapy here that I think will help you tremendously. It's fairly revolutionary but it has produced very positive results."
"Go on," she said.
"Patricia, you have a low self-esteem. You believe you're a superheroine who shares the same faults as you - sexually repressed, a distance from the real world, etc. You're afraid to accept that you are human, that you have feelings and needs. One way to get over that is to fulfill those needs. Now, we will video tape your actions then you and I will watch them and discuss what you were feeling. By doing this, you will be able to work through some of your issues."
Wonder Woman's mind raced. She was IN! He was involved in Katie Reese's rape, as well as the exploitation of untold others. Now, she just had to find the evidence. But she didn't want to star in her own tape to do so.
"I don't know," she said. "Isn't there some other way?"
Lorio smiled. "Sure, there are. But I thought you wanted to improve … that you were committed to making progress. I would be really happy for you to do this, but it's up to you."
Wonder Woman blushed. He was approving! Provided she agree to the tape. "Well, OK … if you think it will help," she said.
"Wonderful! We will set it up for tonight at 9. And don't worry about anything … it will be OK."
Wonder Woman stood to leave. "Thank you, doctor, for your help. I really appreciate it and I'll see you at 9 tonight."
He shook her hand. "Oh, one more thing - would you like a lollipop?"
Wonder Woman immediately entered a trancelike state, her eyes going unfocused and her mind shutting down. That one phrase - "Would you like a lollipop?" - was the trigger Dr. Lorio had given her to immediately return to this highly-suggestive state.
He pulled out a digital camera and a package of disks. "Time to update my website," he chuckled. The first picture her took was of Wonder Woman with her hands on her hips and legs spread apart, a smile across her face. The last one - Picture No. 144 - was the same one only this time she was wearing only the smile … and ribbons of his cum across her face and chest.
CHAPTER VIII
The rest of Wonder Woman's day was spent participating in the other activities at the hospital. She spent an hour in a pottery class followed by an hour walking on an indoor track with Laura. Laura talked of her time at Lynch and how she had made such amazing progress. Wonder Woman was happy for the young lady, but wondered what the cost of that progress was.
By 9 that evening, the Amazon had steeled herself for anything. "Tonight is the night all this ends," she thought to herself. "Doctor Lorio and his deviant ways will meet their match. Justice will have its day."
Greta came to pick up "Patricia" promptly at 9. Laura was out with some other "guests" at a marshmallow roast in the back. Normally, Greta would have left at 5, but she volunteered to work a double. After all, the chance to watch the mighty Wonder Woman star in a porn film was too much for the burly nurse to pass up.
Greta led Patricia to the basement of the hospital. There was the usual assortment of supplies, but once they went through some double doors, it became a movie studio that was as modern as anything in Hollywood - high ceilings, lots of equipment, several cameras … this was not a bargain basement enterprise. If anything, it was expanding.
"Here's your costume, Patricia," Greta said, handing Wonder Woman her outfit. "I'll keep the rope until you get back. You can change in there." The nurse pointed to a small area blocked off by a sheet that doubled as a curtain. The Amazon took her costume, went behind the curtain and changed.
When she emerged, Dr. Lorio was there to greet her.
"Patricia, thank you for coming," he began. "I really think this will be a real breakthrough in your therapy. Are you ready?"
Wonder Woman smiled. "Oh, yeah. I'm ready. Are you?"
Doctor Lorio also smiled smugly. "Sure. Here's your lasso," he said as he handed her the golden lariat. As she secured it in place on her belt, the doctor began giving his instructions.
"Patricia, it's very important that you follow the script. We have everything you need to see written on these big cue cards. Your lines will be written in red, the other characters' lines are in black. Direction, like moving towards the door, will be written in green. Do you follow me so far?"
"Yes."
"OK, good. Now, all you have to do is read the lines written for you and follow the direction. We have put things in here that Wonder Woman would obviously not do. If you do them, it is our hope that you will realize you couldn't possibly be Wonder Woman and, thus, be cured."
"And if I can't do them? Does that mean I'm Wonder Woman?"
Lorio smiled. "Not necessarily. It just means we have to try harder. But I don't think that will be a problem. I have faith in you, Patricia. I'm sure you won't let us down. So, are you ready?"
"No time like the present," she answered.
"Good, follow me." Lorio led the Amazon by the hand towards the center of the stage and had her stand in front of a completely black screen. A couple of makeup people touched up her hair slightly, but they were quickly shooed away by Lorio who said, "You don't mess with perfection." Actually, he knew Wonder Woman looked like … well … Wonder Woman and he didn't want any makeup person adding anything that would make her look like an actress playing the Amazon. He didn't want there to be any doubt as to who was on camera.
"OK, Patricia, just look into the camera and read what it says. Annnnnnnd … ACTION!"
Wonder Woman began: "Hi, I'm Wonder Woman. You might remember me from such adventures as the 'Tale of the Gold Monkey Paw' and 'Superfriends Save the Universe.' I'm here today to tell you about some other adventures … things that you won't read about in the paper. Well, at least not entirely. The first adventure begins at a regular convenience store robbery. I arrived on the scene just as the robbers were fleeing the store so I followed them. But these were clever men. At every subway stop, one of them got out of the car and ran to the subway. I was left following just one of them … the one driving the car. I figured I could catch him and he would give me the names of his partners in crime. We finally arrived at his run-down apartment …"
"Annnnnd … CUT!" Lorio yelled. Wonder Woman was a bit surprised the Doctor was the director of these productions, too. That made proving his involvement a little easier, she figured. "Good job, Patricia. Nice work. Now, let's head over here and we'll shoot this scene. Here's what the scene is about …"
As Lorio explained the scene, Wonder Woman smiled inwardly. It was perfect. As soon as the scene reached a certain point, she could stop the whole thing and arrest everyone in sight as it would have crossed the line into pornography. The best thing was, she didn't have to do anything amoral or disgusting. She would finally clean up this cesspool.
As Lorio finished his instructions, "… and that will be that. Do you understand everything, Patricia?"
Wonder Woman nodded. "Yes, but I'm a little nervous."
"Understandable," Lorio said. "Perhaps this will calm you down … would you like a lollipop?"
The glazed look immediately washed over the Amazon's face and Lorio couldn't help but giggle. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "I want you to give the best acting performance you're capable of giving. Throw yourself into the role and nail the part. Do you understand?"
"Yes, master," the Amazon replied.
"Excellent! Now, take your places. Good. Everybody else ready? Annnnnnd … ACTION!"
Five hours later, Greta helped the wrung-out "Patricia Anzalone" back to her room. Patricia was back in her hospital gown. Her hair was damp, her eyes glazed and she could barely move her legs.
"Come on, honey, just a little bit more," Greta said as she supported practically the full weight of the Amazon. "Geez, you sure weigh a lot more than you look like you would."
They finally reached Patricia's room. Greta quietly unlocked the door and led Patricia to the bed. As she helped the Amazon under the covers, Greta's hand grazed over Patricia's bare pussy. Wonder Woman flinched and whimpered, "Please … no more."
Greta just smiled. She had seen a lot of haughty women come into the hospital, but none as "high-and-mighty" as the "great" Wonder Woman. And all of them had, eventually, come to heel. She had no idea how Lorio did it, and she didn't really care. All Greta wanted was to stay on his good side. If he could make Wonder Woman into a whimpering porn actress, he could do far worse to a toad-like nurse.
Still, Wonder Woman presented major problems. The other "patients" would eventually be released into society with no knowledge of what happened. All they will remember would be a supreme sense of accomplishment for getting rid of their bad habits. Already, word had spread to Hollywood and a couple of hot movie actresses had come here for treatment. Of course, those movies would NEVER be released to the general public … only very select clients whose discretion could be trusted.
But Greta doubted Wonder Woman would ever be released. The potential for retribution was too great … her will was too strong that it could never be trusted that she wouldn't come after them again. And the next time wouldn't be subtle. No, Greta had no idea what plans Dr. Lorio or his superiors (whom she never met, but knew they existed) had for the Amazon Princess … but she knew what HER plans would be … if she got the chance.
Greta brushed "Patricia's" face gently with the back of her hand, then quietly left the room. As soon as the door closed, Laura looked around to make sure the nurse had left, then darted to Patricia's bed.
"Patricia," she whispered. "Patricia, are you OK?"
"No," she moaned. "No more … please."
Laura went to the sink, wet a facecloth and laid it atop her roommate's head. "Oh, Patricia, what did they do to you?" She held the Amazon's hand for a while as Wonder Woman battled the nightmares in her head. Finally, exhaustion overtook both of them. Laura curled up next to her larger roommate, hugged her tight and drifted off to sleep.
The cock was on her asshole. She could see it clearly on the monitor in front of her. Another monitor showed her face, the sheen of cum all over it.
"Fuck my ass!" she screamed. "Fuck my virgin ass! I'm a cock slut and want your big fat dick in my shithole!"
She looked back in the monitor and saw the expression on her face as it plunged into her anus …
Wonder Woman bolted upright in bed, sweat covering her body.
"Mmmm … what's wrong, Patricia?" Laura asked.
Wonder Woman looked at the her young roommate lying next to her in the bed. "Uhhh … nothing … what are you doing in my bed?"
Laura sat up, her blonde hair at odd angles around her face and her cream-colored T-shirt high on her chest, exposing her flat stomach and white French-cut cotton panties. "I woke up when Nurse Greta brought you in last night. It was late and I was worried about you. You didn't look good, so I figured you needed someone who would look out for you nearby. You sure can hug hard."
Wonder Woman smiled slightly. She had no idea what happened yesterday at the film shoot. All she remembered was getting ready to shoot a scene then … nothing. Did someone drug her? Did she black out?
Laura put a hand on the Amazon's shoulder. "Patricia … are you OK? You look messed up."
"Laura … I … I don't know," she began. "Something happened last night and I can't remember anything."
Laura smiled. "I know. The same thing happened to me. Doctor Lorio says it's part of the training … memory repression."
Wonder Woman seriously doubted that. Her Amazonian training had taught her many types of memory techniques. She was able to examine her memory bank and recall specific things from hundreds of years ago. So why can't she remember what happened less than 12 hours ago?
"The first time it happened to me was the first time we made a movie," Laura said.
This snapped Wonder Woman to attention. "You … you made a movie?!?"
"Yeah, several. They've helped me get better. I have more self-confidence and pride. Let me show you." Laura stood up and lifted her shirt over her head, exposing her 31B breasts. Wonder Woman turned her head, embarrassed for the young girl.
"Please, put your clothes back on, Laura," she said.
"But, Patricia, I'm not embarrassed by my body," she said as she slid her panties off her legs, revealing the small tuft of light blonde pubic hair. "I've got a beautiful body that is a gift. Before I came here, I hated myself. My boobs weren't big enough, my legs weren't long enough, my ass wasn't big enough. Now, I realize that, someday, some man is going to be quite lucky to have me."
Wonder Woman had to admit it was obvious Laura had developed a very healthy outlook. But not everyone was that lucky … were they? The Amazon began thinking … Katie Reese, the governor's daughter, was showing no ill effects of her time here. If anything, she was better than ever. Laura was obviously better. Granted the doctor's methods were evil, but the results - as far as she knew - were positive.
"Stand up, Patricia," Laura said. "We're going to do an exercise. Come on!"
Slowly, the Amazon got out of bed. She still couldn't look her naked roommate in the eye. Finally, standing in her hospital gown, Wonder Woman stood up straight.
"OK, now give me your hand." The Amazon held out her right hand. Laura took it and put it in Laura's left breast.
"What are you doing?!?" Patricia yelled, jerking her hand back. "This is totally inappropriate!"
"Come on, Patricia … don't be a prude. This is something that will help you. Trust me. Now give me back your hand."
Wonder Woman was about to refuse, but curiosity got the best of her. "Let's see where this goes. Perhaps it will give me some insight into what Doctor Lorio teaches his patients." She slowly offered her hand again and Laura placed it back on her breast.
"Now, the other one." The Amazon held out her left hand and Laura placed it on her other breast.
"Go ahead … feel it … touch me. Don't be afraid," Laura said as she closed her eyes.
Wonder Woman massaged the young girl's breasts slowly. "This is silly," she thought. Yet she couldn't deny she was getting slightly aroused. Laura's breasts were small, but they were firm. And her nipples had gotten stiff very quickly.
"Mmmm … that feels good," Laura said. "Now, my turn. Take off your gown."
"I … I don't know," "Patricia" said. "I don't think this is proper."
"Sure it is … this is how you learn," Laura said. "I've seen you, Patricia. You have a lovely body and you shouldn't be ashamed of it. Now, show me."
Wonder Woman's mind screamed at her to leave … get out of the situation. Yet she was frozen. Finally, she slid the gown over her head to reveal her naked body. Laura smiled, then cupped the Amazon's breasts, kneading them for a minute until Wonder Woman's nipples got hard.
"Does that feel good?" Laura asked.
"Yes," Wonder Woman whispered.
"OK, now for the next step," Laura said. "Give me your hand again." Wonder Woman offered her right hand and Laura slid it between her legs.
"I don't know about this," Wonder Woman said, but she left her hand between the teen's legs.
"Look, I'm going to show you how I like to be touched, then you'll show me," she said. "Doctor Lorio said that this exercise allows you to open up to other people. It shows you to be proud of what you have and give the gift of love to others. Now, put a finger inside me."
Wonder Woman slid her index finger into the young lady. She closed her eyes, trying to fight the impulses. "Hera, help me … this is wrong … so why can't I stop?"
Over the next 10 minutes, Laura instructed the Amazon on how to bring the teen to orgasm. The one finger was followed by a second. Then she showed Patricia where her clit was and demonstrated that rubbing it gently, then pinching it softly, then rubbing it faster would do the trick. Sure enough, the teen came, thanks to the Amazon's touch.
After a minute to regain her breath, Laura smiled. "Now it's you turn. Sit on the bed and spread your legs." Wonder Woman did as she was instructed, then reached out for Laura's hand. Instead, the teen kneeled and said, "I prefer to use my tongue. But you have to tell me what to do … I can't read minds."
Wonder Woman was frozen. She looked at the young blonde between her legs, her eyes twinkling mischievously, her mouth three inches from her black pubic hair. She couldn't decide what to say since part of her was screaming, "Get away! Run! Leave!" and the other was saying, "Eat me out until I scream six times!"
What turned the tide, though, was when Laura started blowing a thin, focused stream of air onto Wonder Woman's pussy. Laura could see the initial dampness and knew what the Amazon wanted. But, as Doctor Lorio said, it's important that the patient admit what they want. That's the only way to get better.
Finally, Wonder Woman whispered, "Lick me."
Laura stopped and looked up. "Huh?"
Wonder Woman licked her lips and repeated, "Lick me … please."
Laura moved in. With an index finger, she separated the two lips and gently used her tongue to trace the outline of Wonder Woman's slit. The Amazon closed her eyes and put her hands flatly on the bed. It was heaven!
"Remember, you have to tell me what to do," Laura said lightly.
Wonder Woman nodded. "Move in a little deeper …. OOOHH yess, right there."
Laura swirled her tongue slowly in a focused area. She knew this wasn't her roommate's clit, but there was time.
After a few more instructions, the Amazon was amazed. Never before had a lover been as responsive as this young girl. It was amazing! "Now, gently move up higher and … AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"
Laura knew she had hit the magic nub. Not only did Wonder Woman's thighs clamp around her head, but she felt a hand hold her in place. It was kind of difficult to breathe, but not impossible. Instead, she just took the Amazon's clit, placed it gently between her lips and used her tongue to lightly graze it.
Wonder Woman was thrashing in ecstasy. Laura's hair tickled her thighs and her mouth and tongue were giving her more pleasure than she could imagine. Finally, she came with a scream that Laura was sure would bring doctors and nurses running.
When it subsided, Laura stood up, her face glistening with the Amazon's juices. She leaned in and deeply kissed her roommate. Wonder Woman returned the kiss, moving a hand down to cup the younger girl's buttocks.
Laura finally broke off the kiss. "Next time, you'll use your tongue, OK?"
Wonder Woman smiled. "Sure."
No doctors or nurses came to the room because they had been ordered not to. Sean Reams was watching the security cameras. When things began heating up, Sean issued a statement that any doctor or nurse who entered that room would take a drive with him to the country. They all knew that, on those trips, two people left but only one came back.
When the two women left for breakfast, Sean rewound the tape and watched it again. The sight of the cute blond - her hair splayed all over Wonder Woman's thighs, her head bobbing in and out as she licked that superheroine cunt - was gorgeous. But Sean was more interested in Wonder Woman. He watched her face as it went from frustration (was she thinking about how WRONG the situation was and why couldn't she stop it?) to pleasure to ecstasy was an incredible turn-on.
"Soon, you bitch," he said. "Soon, I'll break you in two and you'll be pleading with me to fuck you. You will get on your knees when I come in a room and you'll ask me for new ways you can please me. Oh, you will be my little fucktoy, Wonder Woman … right up to the time when I ask you to prove your love for me by eating a bullet to your fucking head. Then, I'll piss on your brains and sell it as the motherfucking greatest snuff film of all time!"
He went silent as he listed to the Amazon's moans of passion. He timed his ejaculation well, coming right as she did. And when he finished cleaning up, he ejected the tape, wrote, "WW: Pedophile II" on it, then placed it in the cabinet with the other tapes.