Empire - City of Wonder (Black_Out and The Supple Nail)

[Black_Out]

The floating lens wafted through the air, curling in languid lazy circles up into the star kissed darkness above Empire City. Spinning as if it was carried by the very wind itself back towards the heart of the massive metropolis. Those glowing neon lights calling the wandering gaze of the Visionary back towards the crime ridden concrete jungle. The storm clouds had all but rolled away, passing into the distance, leaving the starlight to offer a subtle glow that mixed with the vibrant lights all through out the city. There was so much more to explore, there always was.

Downward the invisible sensor shot, like the head car on a roller coaster that had just dropped from its apex and screamed towards the ground. Flinging itself down towards a carnival like atmosphere where large circus tents and a prominent Ferris Wheel full of jubilant passengers idly spun them around in a lazy fashion. A cluster of music filled the air amid the pops of air guns, the sounds of buzzers, and shrieks of joyous thrills as the spying eye took it all in. The Empire City Carnival was packed, even more so then on a usual Friday night as the park took on it's customary horror theme in the midst of this cool October night. Curiously the gazing scan was drawn towards the Fun House, which had been redecorated with a motif of frightful Halloween themes that had brought a long line to it's gates.

The traveling eye didn't wait in line, as it swept across the corralled and herded patrons of the Carnival that waited their turn to descend into the spooky attraction upon the intimate cars that would carry them two at a time across the tracks that laced through the Fun House. Up and down along the rails the view was led, following along behind a cart that contained a pair of young lovers that had their arms draped around each other. Pulsing lights of purple and green, reds and throbbing quick flashes of whites greeted them. Cobwebs clustered the tunnels, hideous ghoul faced contraptions sprang out from the quick turns causing the young girl to shriek. Mirrors that were bent and twisted were passed by, showing the occupants a twisted glimpse of themselves.

In the midst of it all, the Creep lingered, and when they passed by him, their screams were ungodly at the fright his form drew out of their lungs. Fear, was food to him, it gave him sustenance, and here in the midst of this attraction he feasted. Car after car passed through the chamber of horrors that he had taken fleeting refuge in. Leaving the man who was supposed to be working this particular portion of the ride dangling from the ceiling in a network of chains. He screamed and yelled in a state of hysterical panic for help, but everyone thought it was just some elaborate part of the attraction. Every time the long fingers of the Creep swept over those passing passengers, he felt their fears sustain him, fuel him, and feed the darkness that was in his very core. By the time they exited the Fun House, the wide eyes of fright were etched on every face. The trembling of bodies and quivering of lips, the sheer terror of it all, quite apparent as they fled from the surreal horrors that wracked their minds.

The attendants there took notice, they'd never seen reactions quite like this before. Maybe those upgrades were really far spookier on this night then they had been on every previous night. Maybe one of the actors was really going overboard, the supervisor would have to have a talk after tonight. They wanted scares, sure, but this was maybe pushing the envelope. People usually came out with some laughter and smiled widely, often times wanting to wait in line again for another turn. Not tonight though, every soul that came out from that Fun House wanted nothing to do with it, and that only caused the rumor of the attraction to draw even more to it's entrance.

Serpentine like movements swayed the eye warily away back up into the sky, rolling along on it's trajectory back towards the waiting embrace of the city's depths. It traveled over peaked roofs and flat topped dwellings, cutting it's way through the polluted air of the city towards the flashing of lights and sounds of accompanying sirens. Far from the haunting at the carnival the interested eye roamed towards the sound of an officer whose voice was blaring through a bull horn at the front of building that was covered with spot lights. Patrol cars were arranged in a horseshoe pattern outside on the streets, serving as cover for the men in blue that hid behind them with pistols and shotguns that were drawn and at the ready. More police officers ran around the perimeter, trying to make sure they were in place in the event that things turned nasty. The crowds were kept far away from the tense scenario that was unfolding in the crime riddled slums of the Empire City.

"Come on out Karletto Brothers, we have you surrounded!" The bullhorn amplified voice bellowed out at the stucco and brick face of the three story abandoned office complex. Fingers tensed on triggers as the arrangement of officers held their collective breaths. A few canister's of tear gas were placed onto the ends of rifles, waiting to fire the burning noxious chemicals into the barred over windows. A few officers hunkered down behind a comrade with a large bullet proof shield, holding a sturdy metal battering ram that they intended to bust the front door wide open with. The shattering of glass from a third floor window broke the pensive silence as a gruff voice yelled out. "Fuck you coppers!" Immediately a blaze of muzzle flashes erupted from the end of a barrel of some assault rifle as bullets flew both ways. Shouts of panic erupted along with the steady flow of gun fire and explosive rounds of ammunition that tore into several of the police cruisers, ripping their metal frames to shreds. "They have us outgunned!" One of the officers yelled out as pistols and shotguns returned fire blindly while several more windows shattered and more high powered automatic assault weapons came out to play from the cornered criminals.

Just another shootout, the viewing lens had seen plenty of them before and it curled away from the small war zone that had formed as it sought new sights to take in. The wandering eye lurched along the streets, floating above them with a graceful spin to it's travels as it tore in towards the hub of Empire City. There it went past the less crowded streets, flung itself along the currents of air by the sleek high end shops. Drove past highly acclaimed restaurant's that were nearly finished with the last of their service's for the night. It scaled upwards along a sheer glass tower of brilliantly polished panels of thick glass that showed little more then dark and vacant interiors of this monument to mans power and influence.

Dark steel rods kept the panels of heavy glass secured as the eye curved upwards along the side of the monolithic structure. It passed row upon row of floors of offices and vacated businesses before it wormed further along the structures gleaming surface and found the first of several lights that illuminated the vast windows. Here, higher up upon the great sky scraper were dwellings for the rich and well to do. The highly secured interiors show no signs of modesty as each one displayed a variety of wealth and opulence to the spying eye. Every passing flight that was arrived upon only seemed to step things up a notch. Each floor growing more extravagant then those left behind until the lens passed by the last of the them and arrived at the upper most pent house.

It was a separated set of floors. Kept in seclusion from the rest of the sprawling spire by a pair of levels, one above and below, that were singularly comprised of dark glistening grey walls of some military grade metal.. The windows into his abode were thick slabs of space age glass that carried upwards high enough to claim two whole levels. Gleaming even in the darkness, the crystal clear image of the surrounding city reflected upon their opaque mirrored surface. The finishing touch? A sweeping balcony situated in the middle of the massive mirrored walls. The heavily supported chrome structure wrapped it's way around the entire circumference of the pent house. All three hundred and sixty degrees of the glistening chrome deck afforded a splendid and grand view over the entirety of the city that spread out beneath it.

Seemingly solitary, a figure stood, bathed in the soft neon glow that showered down from the canopy of lights that lined the edges of that floors limits. Cloaked in his shadow a pale skinned woman was kneeling before him. Her face pressed against his crotch, arms tucked behind her back as she dutifully sucked and slurped away at the mans shaft that fell out of his unzipped custom made trousers. Evan Reynolt was a man beyond wealth, and his eyes shone with a casual calculated consideration as his fingers laid upon the railing that ran the edge of the sturdy balcony. If he was getting any pleasure from the woman that was working him over, his facial features showed no sign of it.

The wandering eye lingered upon him for a moment, watching the man who owned this fabulous tower with an uncertain hesitation before it drifted away and left him to his quiet endeavor. He was often found there, looking out over the city that he had invested so much of his unfathomable fortune within. Often times the gazing eye would find him being kept company by some modest looking beauty, always dressed in some meager submissive manner. Rarely did the glimpses of the lens find the same woman here with him, they always seemed to change. Despite their best efforts, he never seemed to give them the satisfaction of granting his attentions back to them while they sought to please and pleasure him. The only thing that seemed to make this man smile was watching the city below him falling further into the pits of hell with every passing day. Back into the night sky the unseen lens traveled, letting the darkness overhead lead it away as it continued along it's swiftly flowing pursuit of things to see.

 

[The Supple Nail]

The night air was cool, crisp, full of promise. It whistled through the garishly lit streets of Empire City, through the rushing crowd, down steel canyons and over glowing rivers of light as traffic moved in its leisurely, disorganized fashion. It was brisk as it rose, exchanging the fetid smells of the underbelly of the city for rushing freshness, billowing up past skyscrapers and pylons to curl around a lone figure standing triumphantly atop one of the tallest buildings in the city. It caressed her raven hair, sending it in wild rivulets to float around muscular shoulders bared by a colorful girdle. Her form was powerful, defiant. Her skin sun bronzed, her legs long, her waist tiny and her womanly beauty perfectly proportioned. Her face was the image of carved, lovely perfection, sculpted from clay by the finest craftswomen ever to walk the mortal realms and given the spark of life by Zeus himself.

She was Diana, princess of Themyscira, ambassador from the Amazons to the world of Men. As her heraldry she had taken their colors, powerful in red white and blue, to signify the bond of peace and friendship between them, and her status as a noble protector of the innocent. Wonder Woman they called her. The moniker amused her, a mantle that the sensationalist media had draped around her shoulders. It grew with each new feat of heroism and justice. She had worked alongside the finest heroes that the world of Men could offer, and faced its vilest villains. She was renowned, welcomed as both a diplomat and a hero, and acclaimed as a mighty force for good.

And yet there were those who wished nothing more than to be rid of her. To shackle and tame her, to leash her to their command like a dog. Her grip tightened on the enchanted sword held easily in one dexterous hand. No man would own her, and none could command the princess of the Amazons. She would die before she would relinquish her pride.

Her ear cocked as the wind carried faint sounds from far below. Her preternatural senses prickled and she shifted, moving to kneel at the eave of the skyscraper. The dizzying drop below her concerned her not one whit and she leaned out, her divinely gifted eyesight scanning the streets below. Had those ice blue eyes been trained on the nearby buildings they may have seen the debauches of Evan Reynolt, may have seen the look that crossed over his handsome, cruel features as he noticed her standing against the night like an icon of purity. May have recognized in those eyes the plots, the schemes beginning to form.

Instead they scanned the streets below her, looking for the cause of the gunfire that she had heard on the winds. Was it divine luck that she happened to be near to where villainy lurked? Perhaps. Her eyes focused like a hawk and the tiny pinpricks of flashing muzzles stood out like staccato stars winking in the slums of the city. There was where she was needed.

In fact she had come to Empire city for her own reasons. A great eagle had brought her a message from her mother, and from the oracles of Themyscira. Such was not an unusual occurrence. If the governments of Man did not request her aid she was often dispatched by her mother Hippolyta on urgent errands when the portents and omens boded ill. More than once she had been informed of a brewing supernatural threat by her people's powerful diviners. Now she learned of a creeping darkness at the heart of Empire City. They had not revealed to her the source, such was obscured even from the great third eye of the temple of Artemis, but she knew that it gnawed at the root of the city like a poisoned seed. Great wings of fear the message spoke of, and Terrors undreamed of. Obtuse perhaps, but such was the way of prophecy. It concerned Diana little. She would seek, and eventually she would find, and then she would vanquish.

For now she could do naught but battle the evil that she saw and protect those innocent lives that it preyed upon.

She took two steps back and with a grace that made swans look clumsy took a running dive off of the edge of the building. Her heart leapt with the joy of adventure as wind ripped past her. Endless rows of glass windows streaked by beside her as she plummeted to the ground. Moments before the inevitable impact she spun into motion, pushing lightly off of the building into a somersault that sent her spinning across the massive intersection. Her wrist flicked out and the glowing braids of the Lasso of Truth flicked with it, ensnaring a nearby street sign and arresting her decent. Her momentum translated forward, she shot off towards the gunfight, running through traffic with the grace of a gazelle and moving much more quickly than even the fastest cars.

The sounds of gunfire and the shouting of panicked onlookers grew louder as she approached. Every eye turned to her as she came sprinting around the corner, almost faster than the eye could follow, sliding to a halt just within the sphere of the police barricade. Every eye turned to her, even if the eyes of the police men were immediately drawn back to the fray. Hope lit them. One of their number, a sergeant by the bars on his collar, hustled over to her.

"Da...darn good to see you, ma'am." He said, awe plain on his face.

Diana favored him with a bold, kind smile.

"What's the situation?"

The officer quickly explained while the crowd began to ooh and aah over her arrival. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that every one of them seemed to have one of their ridiculous portable telephones pointed towards her. She thought the affectation silly, but she knew that the footage would spread, giving hope to the law abiding and striking fear into the corrupt. Diana was a natural diplomat. She recognized that, no matter how mighty, a single person's greatest avenue to do good was not to fight with strength of arms but to bolster, guide, and lead the good hearted.

"...And then they just opened fire." The officer concluded.

Diana nodded.

"Keep your men back. I'll put an end to this." She said.

Again she leapt, this time towards a darkened window on the second floor of the squalid little building. She crashed through and tumbled to her feet, enchanted sword springing to hand. Immediately the criminals rounded on her and a hail of gunfire poured towards her. For all her gifts Diana was far from bullet proof. But against such meager combat skills she, who had fought gods, may has well have been facing children. Joyfully she twisted and leaped, weaving and dodging past the bullets as if she were dancing. Any lucky round that may have scratched her person she merely deflected with the indestructible bracelets at her wrists as if she were brushing away flies. Inexorably she advanced, moving from criminal to criminal. Here an arm snapped, there a punch sent a man flying through the drywall, she zig-zagged between them, striking with impunity. Her sword remained un-blooded, only its pommel used to mete out justice. Against such as these there was no need for strong violence.

At last, with a bone crunching thud, the gunfire subsided. She half expected them to have some clever ploy prepared, some way to disable or trap her. Pfeh, petty criminals.

"Is that it?" She said, grinning down at the groaning thugs.

 

[Black_Out]

Green eyes watched with intense curiosity across the chasm of swirling winds that existed between the upward spiraling shapes of the gleaming skyscrapers that crowned the center of Empire City's holdings. Evan Reynolt, despite all appearances, was no ordinary man and through the thick fog of night he observed something that caused a fluctuation of emotions to stir in his body. For once, he felt some measure of pleasure build within his veins as he allowed his mind to drift to carnal thoughts of the distant figure crouched so high above the swirling lights and motions of the city beneath them.

He imagined her, taking the place of the meek woman kneeling between his legs. The idea of her glossy red lips parted around his hardened cock, her heroic stature vanquished as she was forced into a life of submission to his every diabolical whim. It caused Evan to feel a thrill that he had all but given up on ever sensing again in his life.

Manicured nails reflected the soft yellow neon lights as his slender fingers, laden with rings of precious metals and exquisite gem stones, tightened upon the chrome railing at the edge of the balcony. The poor girl with red flowing hair kneeling between his legs found herself working more diligently as she sensed his growing arousal and foolishly thought it was from her own doing. As Evan observed the graceful plummet of Wonder Woman from her perch he found his grasping hands tightening like vices across the length of the railing and caught himself moments before they cracked under that pressure. As Diana vanished into the abyss of the city below, his excitement passed away as her luscious form was lost to his wanting forest green eyes.

"I'm done with you. For now." He spoke without looking to the meager little slave girl he had acquired recently as he drew his hands away from the railing and adjusted his cuff-links. "Go on, wait for me in the hot tub." One hand flicked out to the right, fingertips gesturing to the sunken shape of a pool of blue water that glowed with wisps of steam and gentle underwater lights further down the trailing floor of the balcony. Expensive brown leather dress shoes turned before she even had a chance to process his request, leaving his cock to slurp audibly out of the depths of her moist mouth. Those polished shoes, lined with delicately crafted decorative arrangements of differing shades of brown leather led him towards the closed double doors of steel hard glass that hid the interior of the massive penthouse beyond them from view.

"Sentry, open the balcony doors." His voice, calm and assured of his stature here rose up over the winds that swept across the lavish deck that circled about his immaculate home. "Bring up any and all live feeds concerning Wonder Woman and display them on the monitors in the living room. I want to know what she is up too now." His breath turned slightly shaky as he stuffed his manhood back under his trousers and zipped them fully closed.

"Right away, at once, sir." A rather pleasant sounding and accommodating male voice responded from deftly hidden speakers that were nearest his immediate location.

The stout glass doors, made of composite materials that were akin to the armoring of a tank slid open at the beckoning of the A.I.'s control over them. As Evan passed through them they waited a brief second until the hidden hydraulics whispered their hisses and brought them closed behind him. Already an arrangement of flat monitors that decorated the majority of one wall began to flicker to life. "Seems she is responding to a rather tense stand off between the police and the Karletto Brothers and their gang. 4634 Amehurst Ave, which is an unused and outdated assortment of small office complex's that you still own sir. I have a live feed from the interior security systems, allow me to bring that up. Would you like it on the central monitor sir."

"Excellent, Sentry. Yes, go ahead and place the interior feed on the big screen for me. I'd very much like to have a front row seat for this." Evan smiled as his fingertips laced across the plush smooth fabric of a leather sofa that had been imported from France. "If you could set the fire place to a modest level and bring the temperature up to seventy degrees." His eyes wandered over the monitors, watching as Diana launched herself into the complex with complete reckless abandon through a window on the second floor. Orange and yellow lights quickly danced across his features from the warming flames that had risen within the confines of the ornate marble tiled fireplace that the monitors were all arrayed around. "Make sure to record all of this as well, and call Conquest for me. If she keeps getting in our way we might have to move on Wonder Woman sooner rather then later." Evan crossed one long leg across the knee of his other after he had lowered himself into the comforting depths of the large horseshoe shaped sofa of softly burnt brown leather.

"Of course sir. I'll bring him up at once on the coffee table monitor." The all to human sounding electronic voice happily obliged the request as Evan turned his attentions to the massive screen that dominated the others and watched while Wonder Woman made quick work of the assembled gang within. "Impressive, so very impressive." He murmured to himself while one hand slid down to stroke across his crotch while he observed the Amazon's movements in earnest.

Meanwhile, at that very address.

Andrew Karletto looked to his twin brother Steven with an expression that was at first one of shock as few deflected bullets from their cohorts on the level below tore up through the floor boards. That look of shock quickly dropped away and was replaced with abject terror as they briefly heard one of their men down there yell out something about Wonder Woman. That was about all the warning they needed to make a hasty retreat as the sounds of the brief scuffle and the abrupt grunts and cries of pain were taken over by silence from the second floor..

"Oh, fuck this." Steven gasped out as he leveled his high powered assault rifle towards the floor and began to randomly, and indiscriminately blast round after round of armor piercing bullets back down at the second level. He back pedaled towards the steps that led up towards the roof of the three story office complex while his brother didn't hesitate to run for that avenue of escape. His loud stomping strides were quite easily heard upon the ceiling above Diana as Steven followed after him after emptying an entire clip that littered the floor around him with spent shells.

"Go..go..go.." He shouted out to his brother, urging their flight as they raced up the steps for what they hoped would be the safety of the rooftop. Andrew slung his bulky shoulder into the door and tumbled out onto the roof, looking around wildly as he tried to frantically get back to his feet as his brother emerged just a few seconds behind him.

"What the fuck are we gonna do?" He blabbered as he turned his own instrument of death and destruction towards the open doorway while Steven fumbled to reload while he ducked behind the cover of a nearby quiet antiquated air conditioning unit. "Shut..up, she's just a woman."

 

[The Supple Nail]

There was a long, pregnant pause punctuated only by shifting rubble and the groans of wounded men trying to drag themselves away from the deadly amazon. She stood over them, hands on hips, looking over the aftermath with warrior's pride. The police below would make easy work of these miscreants now.

There was no movement but something, a sound, a shifting floorboard, alerted Diana's subconscious. Instantly she dove forward, tumbling into a somersault as the staccato explosions of a high powered fully automatic rifle roared above her. Bullets flew around her like rain, cutting trails through the room and leaving pinholes of light from upstairs to shine through. Diana continued her roll and came to her feet in one smooth motion, poised to move. She needn't have bothered though. Whoever was firing was doing so blindly, not even bothering to aim. Once out of the hail of bullets she was in little danger.

The trail of destruction cut its way forward and Dianna's eyes widened. She leaped forwards, wrist outstretched, and the final bullet from the clip ricocheted off to shatter a nearby window. She was poised over one of the downed thugs, her arm outstretched, her mystical bracer had saved his life. Whoever had been firing had been heedless of hitting their own men. Animals. The ruffian looked between Wonder Woman and the trail of bullet holes leading directly for him, then flopped back in a dead faint.

For the first time the tiny, grim warrior's smile left Diana's face. These criminals had no honor, no code. They cared not even for the lives of their own underlings.

Heavy footsteps thumped above her and she followed them, one ear cocked. Her senses had been trained hunting purest white stags in the deep forests of Thermiscyra. The mistress of the hunt had once told Diana that she was as skilled a hunter as Artemis her patron, goddess of hunts. The clumsy retreat may as well have been broadcast to her and she moved swiftly, stalking through the abandoned building in pursuit of her quarry.

On the roof the twinned goons wavered, training their weapons on the stairwell. For long minutes there was no movement from the building, just the milling of the police below them and the no longer terrified sounds of the crowd. With Wonder Woman's arrival it had turned from a harrowing debacle into a glamorous spectacle. Just as their nerve broke and they turned to retreat the flimsy plating of the roof heaved beneath them. With a single stroke Wonder Woman's sword sliced up through the roof between them and the hero herself followed, bursting up through the roof as if it were made of tissue paper. Her barrier bursting blow sent one perfidious Karletto brother sprawling. The other, Steven, rounded with his assault rifle just in time to see the gleaming streak of a blade slice it neatly in half.

He stumbled backwards, fumbling one half of the bisected weapon but throwing the other half desperately at the lithe form of the heroine marching towards him. She neatly swatted it out of the air with her sword, cutting it in half again, before pouncing on the Karletto brother. He tumbled down over his own feet, heaving and sweating and she flipped him over contemptuously with her toe. Panic shot through his features as the sharp point of her boot heel drove him down to the ground and her sword raised over head. Then the pommel came crashing down on his skull and he was knocked senseless.

Diana gathered the unconscious thug over one shoulder and marched over to the other, surreptitiously trying to crawl away. She seized him by the scruff of his neck. He shrieked as she lept from the edge of the building, his chubby arms pinwheeling helplessly as he fell. Diana landed gracefully and flung him to his knees, along with his unconscious brother, at the stunned looking police sergeant's feet.

"The others are still inside." She said, gesturing behind her. "Although they should pose no trouble for you and your men. These two..."

Andrew Karletto flinched away from her glare.

"Appear to be the ring leaders."

The following minutes were split between strict, careful professionalism and awestruck congratulations. Swat operators found little resistance as they corralled bruised and disoriented criminals into a paddy wagon, taking time between trips to gawp at the tall, statuesque beauty helping to oversee the operation. She even hoisted one of the heavier, unconscious thugs like he was a toy and trundled him into the van.

 

[Black_Out]

Whirling blurred blades from the Channel Eight News Teams helicopter cut through the air overhead, spotlighting the scene playing out on the streets below as the gathered police force worked to bring everything under control. Televisions throughout the city had tuned in to catch a glimpse of the city's newest resident heroine at work. Relieved faces watched with admiration as another criminal stain of Empire City was cleansed off the streets that night by her fist of justice. Ever since Wonder Woman's arrival, the streets had started to feel safer, people let out sighs of relief. Still, Empire was far from cured of it's criminal contamination, but she had presented some hope where there used to be none.

"Your amazing, Wonder Woman. Really, me and the boys in blue can't thank you enough for everything you've done since you magically appeared here in Empire." The beaming confident smile of Detective Morales fell upon the Amazon Princess after she had tossed Tubber Flang into the back of the paddy wagon which caused the suspension of the vehicle to groan. "Me and the boys, well we'd love to find a way to pay ya back for all your hard work." His five o'clock shadowed chin remained stringently upright as he made the mental effort to not disgrace her by looking into her cleavage that beckoned so many eyes into their succulent depths. "Maybe we could honor ya in our annual parade? We do it every year, just before the Christmas Holiday." His pock marked cheeks puffed and brightened as he extended the offer.

Before a response could even issue from those royal ruby lips of Wonder Woman a slew of upheld phones that people were using to catch mementos of the occasion began to chirp out a rather disturbing voice. At first it was a few devices that connected to a fresh tag that was popping up over social media that highlighted Wonder Woman's name. But as the sound and imagery appeared on one phone, curiosity led others to tap their devices over to the quickly growing viral stream. In a mere matter of moments, almost every phone was abuzz with the same surreal frightful visage of a white faced maniac and his pitched voice that alternated between squeals and shrieks of malicious tones.

Even Detective Morales found himself wondering what the sudden outburst from the various phones around him was all about. His gaze drawn away from Diana as pulled his phone out of his shirt's pocket and held it out in his hand. "Where's that coming from?" He asked a nearby swat team officer who turned his phone towards the duo, allowing the detective to type in the link. "The Creep." He murmured as he looked from his phone briefly to regard the amazing Amazon. Back to the display his eyes quickly were drawn as he turned up the volume and held the device out so Wonder Woman's own ocean blue eyes could settle upon the disturbing footage displayed upon the screen. The white plastered face of the Creep dominated the screen and swirled about upon it as if caught in a vortex. Black shadowy dressed eyes stared defiantly outward from the screen while sharp white teeth rose into view from his maniacal parting red washed lips.

"All this talk about, Wonder Woman on social media." Wild orange hair danced around his demonic visage. "I thought I would join in the fun, since I am in the fun, house." A harsh choked up laugh spilled out from his gut as he bent his head at a sharp angle and allowed the camera to catch a glimpse of the amusement park worker that was suspended from the roof in a tangle of chains.

"The park's closed, Wonder Woman, but as you can see, that particular fellow forgot to clock out." His tone started with a gleeful devilish delight that turned sour and morose as he mentioned his captive. The man twisted and turned about in the array of chains that kept him hovering over the floor, his face begot with agony and horror. "There's spiders, everywhere, oh my god, get em off of me!" His raspy spent voice cried out in absolute terror at the unseen hallucination of a carpet of spiders that covered his body. The Creeps insidious demonic clown like visage snapped back at the man and he cackled with glee. "Bitey, bitey, bitey, bite!"

With a long lazy lick of his tongue across the bottom of his black painted bottom lip the Creeps unsettling eyes wandered back towards the screen. "So many fears I've tasted tonight, Wonder Woman, but I want to relish in yours. So come, alone, no fan fare, no cops or I just might pop, which would be so fatefully fatal for him." Those dark eyes glistened as pale albino smeared cheeks puffed up as the Creep grinned. "A special invitation, just for you. I can't wait to see what it is that your afraid of." The image on the screen fizzled away with the echo of the Creeps cackling laughter ringing out from the various phones that were all around her.

"Hahhhahaha!...Hahahahahahaha...Hahahahahahahahaha...Hahhhahaha!...Hahahahahahahahaha!..."

 

[The Supple Nail]

Diana beamed graciously down at detective Morales. He was the sort of upstanding man that would really save the community. He and men like him would form the foundation of a future that a ray of hope like Wonder Woman could only illuminate.

"Such festivals are a wonderful way to celebrate. I would be honored to..." She began when the electronic screech of a hundred separate devices began to bleat their sinister message.

Diana had little use for the gadgetry of the world of Men, but she was no stranger to the phones and the conflux of communication and information that they provided a portal to. Useful, if distracting. But even with her unfamiliarity she recognized that the sudden, synchronized voice sprouting from every speaker was unusual. Detective Morales held his phone out to her helplessly when the devious Creep addressed her by name. A slight chill ran through her that she could not explain. Was he watching her? Even without realizing it the tiniest fingers of paranoia spidered through her mind.

As she watched the message a grim cast came over her features when the frame panned from the ghoulish clown to the dangling hostage. This was no mere taunt, there were lives at stake. Such a brazen invitation, telling her exactly where he was, showing her the hostage, it could only be a trap. Villains tried to distract, to obfuscate. If they wanted a hero to go to a carnival it either meant a distraction from some greater crime elsewhere or a devious trap. Well, this Creep would find Wonder Woman too ferocious a quarry to swallow. She would go, and forewarned of her foe's treachery she would prevail. The villain thought to trap her but all he was doing was serving himself to her justice.

She gave an amazonian salute to detective Morales, fist over heart, and dashed into the night. With the lasso of truth she swung up onto a low building, leapt to the next, and before long she was running over the rooftops with incredible swiftness, making her way to the deadly carnival. She cut through the night like a streak of gold, swinging, leaping, climbing, and moving faster than any vehicle could hope to. At last the garish lights and gaudy sounds of the amusement park hovered into view and she slowed.

The Creep's electronic message had reached the carnival goers as well and they had wisely scattered, leaving the park abandoned. Every light still shone, every speaker blared with grating, tumbling carnival music. The effect was eerie, to see a place so full of life so empty. Wonder Woman began to move cautiously through the stalls towards the center of the fair. She crept along and...no.

"I fear no man!" She said angrily, to herself.

She would not come slinking forward like some cowardly rat. Let the rat slink away from her instead. Perhaps blinded by the chill that even now she felt running down her spine she marched forward confidently, forcing her head up and her shoulders back. Caution was forgotten in this sudden burst of hubris.

Just as it had appeared in the blurry video the twisted walls of the funhouse rose up before her. The outcropping that the hostage had been dangling from was empty. Diana bristled and drew her sword. He must have been moved inside. In...there. The door of the funhouse loomed, twisted and askew, distorting her perception. The carnival music grated on her ears and set her teeth on edge. She found herself hesitating at the threshold and angrily forced herself inside.

And therein lay the trap.

For while Diana feared no man, beast, or god, there was one secret fear that lay deep in her breast. She feared being weak, useless, helpless. She feared watching the innocent suffer and being unable to help. She feared failing in her charge as protector. And like a snare around her mind that fear slowly began to manifest. With each step she took through the twisted maze of mirrors her stride grew shakier, her grip on her sword weaker. The divine strength that coursed through her began to ebb, falter, and ultimately fail. Fueled, not by the Creep's dark powers, but by her own fears they began to manifest.

There was a jarring clatter as the sword slipped out of her grip and crashed to the ground.

 

[Black_Out]

The eerie howls that wove through the maze of mirror lined halls, the ghostly screeches, the ambient sounds of horror and frightful nuanced noises had long ago fallen into a steady rhythm that the Creep had become all to well versed with by the time Wonder Woman arrived at the gaping entrance to the Fun House. The gentle echo of her candy red white stripped boots upon the floor announced her presence as his attentive ears collected the disruptive sound they caused that didn't quite fit in with the looping sound track that played through out the winding corridors. By the time her mystical sword had slid out of her faltering grasp to clank and rattle loudly against the floor he had already pulled the lever that sent the next line of skull shaped carts on their journey through the madly twisting tunnels.

They screamed down the tracks, hurtling through the kaleidoscope of pulsing lights and shadow filled tunnels. Their presence all but unannounced until the very last moment when they came careening sharply around the corner. Bleached white skulls with black inky sockets and dark lines that defined the teeth and nostrils spun about on their axis in a crazed manner as they surged past Wonder Woman. They nearly ran her over, but the instincts of the warrior that beat within the depths of her ample chest saved her at the last second. Though it was to late to rescue her fallen weapon as the sword was kicked and shoved down the tracks, lost for the moment as it fell into the unknown darkened depths beneath the rails upon which the spinning cars rode.

As the last car streaked past, a lanky ungainly figure rose up from the dark abyss within the center of the whirling skull. The form of the Creep lurched up out of the shadows and set his sights on Wonder Woman. His long dangling arm of horror swept outwards to caress the smooth tanned skin of Diana's bicep as she huddled against the wall. Sharp claws flicked across her skin and left a thin row of streaking lines of red as the Creep passed so swiftly, that by the time the pain registered itself within Wonder Woman's mind, by the time she realized she had been attacked, he was gone. The train of cars speeding down an incline as the brief flicker of the Creeps wide eyed stare and his thin curled lips sucked the minute traces of her blood from the tips of his fingers as he peeked from over the back of the car towards her before he vanished from sight.

The wound was far from brutal, barely nothing more then being sliced by a sharp piece of paper. Still though, the Creep's real weapon wasn't one of violent brute force, it was the poisoning of the mind that was his favored weapon of choice. The strobe of quick flashing lights blasted around Diana as the sound of the cars retreat grew further and further away. Hidden amidst the quick pulses of darkness that lingered in the absence of light, images struck at her already faltering mind and further threatened to erode her will.

She could see herself, for but a tick of a moment displayed on the Detectives phone back there on that street where she had dispatched those ruffians. She had taken the place though of that park attendant, clustered and bound up in chains as she swayed from the ceiling while the Creep taunted the civilians. She was moaning, in horror, or was it pleasure as she writhed in her bondage of chains. The pulse of the strobe dashed the image away, and replaced it with another.

The image of a parade filled her mind, a celebration, but one that would send a shiver down her spine as it wasn't the vision of the aforementioned parade meant to honor her and the city's police force. She was still central to it though, as she rolled down the main street upon a float full of vile villains and thugs. Her arms shackled to a frame that displayed how helpless she was. Her long legs turned out wide as well and tethered to the bottom of the posts. Another flash of light, and that haunting vision sunk away.

More flashes of light, and the fearsome moments of pitch darkness that fell between their rapid yet brief illuminations assaulted Diana. Each passing moment in the Abyss threatening to tug her under into a state of fear and doubt. Those brief glimpses of her humiliating defeat, of the innocents that she failed in their foretelling's seemed to last longer in her mind with every thud of her beating heart. Until abruptly, darkness rose, and gloom surrounded her in a swampy mire of shadow as the flashing of the strobes ceased and she found herself lost in the darkness of the Fun House.

Somewhere distant, from her left, or was it behind her, the Creep's chilling voice could be heard whispering through the network of tightly spun corridors. "What is it, you fear, Wonder Woman, I want to taste, more, and more, savor every last drop that you give me." His cackling laughter followed from seemingly every direction possible as the Creep stalked his way back towards his prey. "Until your nightmares rise up and swallow you." His voice shivered the very air around her as the next line of empty, spinning, bulky white skull shaped cars turned the corner and blew past Wonder Woman.

 

[The Supple Nail]

She retreated. She refused to cower. What of it if every move looked like a cringe? It was a tactical withdrawal, not a flight. She backed away from the looming horror before her, only for the clattering, shrieking carts of the funhouse ride to come barreling down on her from behind. She whirled, eyes wide, and barely managed to fling herself out of the way. She landed heavily, on knees and elbows, and scrambled forwards looking for purchase. Her weapon was nowhere to be found. And there was something there in the darkness with her.

It swirled through the shadows, weaving in and out of the mirrors and grotesque statuary displayed in cheap latex and red paint. Every false monster, every animatronic scarecrow was magnified in Wonder Woman's mind into a savage threat. And then the something reached out and touched her. She wouldn't have believed that it was real if not for the stinging line of fire that it drew down one powerful arm. A thin trickle of blood dripped from the tiny gash. But the touch was just a catalyst. Abruptly everything shifted on her. Contracting, rearranging, her vision darkening and blurring.

It was only for an instant, but when she came back to herself it had returned. She dangled above the funhouse. The tableau looked fleetingly familiar, if only she could focus on anything but her fear. With a jerk she tilted forward and shot a hand out to catch herself only to find her self wrapped in chains. Panic began to overtake her as she struggled. She should be able to burst them with ease but her strength had failed. The thick links tangled her limbs, twisting her shapely arms behind her back. Her legs were ensnared. But her weight wasn't resting on the chains binding her, it was on the slick links that ran between her legs. Every wriggling motion dragged the chain across the gusset of her uniform and she clenched involuntarily, shaking her head as it slid against her.

Her vision cleared, the shadowy walls of the funhouse resolving before her. She could do nothing but flee.

It touched her again, and again she was transported. This time there was no private shame. Jeering crowds looked down at her. She was chained by wrist and ankle, spreadeagled, her arms held high above her and her ankles chained lewdly apart. The very ruffians that she had just dispatched crowded around her, leering, running their filthy hands over her body. One fat twin moved behind her, his breath hot on her neck. The other stood in front of her. She shook and twisted to get away as he filled his palms with twin handfuls of her luscious breasts, grinning lasciviously, almost slavering. He hooked two fingers into her low neckline and began to rip.

She stumbled back against a straw stuffed figurine in a hockey mask, knocking it over. She was back in the funhouse.

She scrambled to her feet just as something furtive moved past her, aiming a low slash at her thighs. She fell to her knees again and rough hands pinned her arms behind her, pushing her down onto her face. There were figures all around her, just out of her sight, laughing and taunting her. She was helpless against the great weight that pressed her shoulders down, her cheek to the floor, but rough hands dragged her hips up. There was the sound of tearing fabric and then she could feel cool air on the exposed lips of her sex. She tried to buck and escape but her strength was gone. A tiny whimper escaped her proud throat.

She leapt to her feet.

"Enough!" She roared, her voice tremulous.

She could see the pattern. Some rational part of her brain recognized her foes tactics. With each touch he drained away her courage, her strength, funneled it into these nightmare visions. There was nothing there but the fears inside her. Master the fears, and she would master this foe. And yet...her heart quailed. That rational part of her brain told her that it was simply the ensorcelment of her foe. But it didn't calm the clawing terror in the rest of her mind one whit. That didn't matter. Focus on the next moment, the next instant. Do what you must to fight. To win. You can get through this, you know that.

"Nightmares? Psha. Your nightmares are no more than parlor tricks. I'll show you the true might of an Amazon." She called into the darkness defiantly.

And then she closed her eyes.

The dim light, the darkness, the shifting shadows, they tricked the eye and deceived the mind. Diana had trained in every condition to hunt and bring down her foe. Including blindfolded. Trying to quell her tremulous nerves she dropped into a ready fighting stance. And listened.

 

[Black_Out]

The Creep crept along, stalking his prey like a spider who had caught a fly in the strands of it's entangling sticky webs. He knew this weaving network of tunnels, passage's and hidden doorways all to well. He could hear the trepidation reflected in her shouted responses to his taunts. Silence soon followed though after Wonder Woman's last barked cry of defiance echoed through the fun house. She hadn't moved one bit, he determined as his path drew him closer and closer.

The rattling sounds of the cars careening along the rails as they traversed the depths of the house of horrors covered his approach. Gloomy noises and sound effects, ghostly wails and unearthly blood curdling screams wrought deception upon her ears. From somewhere in the bowels of the Halloween themed amusement's twisted passages a mans voice had heard her defiance and he yelled out in a desperate plea for aid. "Somebody! Help! Help me! Please!" All the while the misfit of madness and terror kept himself hidden within the service tunnels that ran parallel to the halls of the ride.

From behind the curved wavy shape of a mirror he viewed her as she bent at the knees and clenched her fists together. He lingered there, letting the ambient noises of the carnival attraction obfuscate her senses. His long thin black lined lips curling into a grin as he observed the Amazonian warrior's tense reactions to the trepidation's assaulting her.

He could smell the fear though sinking away from her. Could sense her courage attempting to rise up and exorcise the demons that tormented her inner thoughts. That simply could not be allowed to happen. Not when she was so close to failure. Not while he could still taste the remnants of her phobia's and paranoia that still tantalized his taste buds.

He burst through the mirror behind her, sending a shower of reflective glass cascading across her body as he flung himself towards Diana. Arms opened wide, seeking to encompass her in his grasp. His foul blemished breath polluting the very air around the magnificent prize that he sought to tangle with as his grasp swept her upwards off her feet and pinned her mighty arms to her sides.

Suffused by the buffet of fears he had feasted upon this night, he sought to engage the heroine on a more physical level now. His cackling maddened laugh drove into her ears as his arms tightened around her torso and caused her ample breasts to swell to the point that they threatened to pop free from the confines of their concealment. His strength was surprisingly impressive as he held her aloft and thrashed her about in his ever cinching grasp.

"I'll make them real!" His disjointed voice clawed at her psyche as he clenched his arms about her waist and sought to drive the very air from her lungs. "Every last one!" He would have to make short work of her though, such amplifications of his stature and strength caused the collected reserves he had built up over the course of the night to flow out of him at a far quicker pace. "Then, I'll feast on what is left of you!" His words hissed at her ears as long fingers from a hand sought to clamp across her breast and sink their devilish grasp across it's shape, like a rake across a wet mound of sand.

 

[The Supple Nail]

Fear still tugged at her mind but Wonder Woman fought with all her considerable will power to quell the supernatural terror rising in her breast. She forced her breathing to calm, to slow. She could do nothing about the hammering pace of her heart but she took slow easy breaths as she listened for her adversary. Her eyes could be tricked by the funhouse mirrors and by the degrading visions that swam in front of her. But her other senses were sharp. Tensed. Waiting.

She thought, just for a moment, that she could discern some slinking thing moving against the considerable background noise of the haunted house. Was that it to the left? Circling behind her?

The sharp crack of shattering glass was her only warning and she whirled, honed reflexes moving her athlete's body like a weapon. She had just a fraction of a second to turn. A shower of broken glass rained on her and she made a move to dodge but the Creep was too fast. He enveloped her in a bear hug from behind, his spindly limbs animate with supernatural force, her arms pinned at her sides. Little did she know how closely matched they were. His strength was in fear, not in physical might, but after the brief glut of fear that he had drawn from her terrified mind even his spindly form could rival her natural prowess. And with each passing second more strength drained out of her and into him.

"No!" She twisted and wrenched, trying to pry herself free. The motion pulled her around in her captor's grasp but it also wrenched at the already tenuous hold that her uniform had on her impressive physique. Her struggles dislodged her star spangled bustier and she gasped in sudden shame as her firm, luscious tits bounced free. She could feel cool air on the stiff nubs of her nipples. Why were her nipples hard? Her mind shied from the answer as a rush of humiliation surged through her.

The Creep's grip on her arms only grew more crushing but she could feel spindly fingers sinking into the tender flesh of her breasts, squeezing and kneading, then pinching her nipples cruelly enough to make her cry out in agony. Was he some multi armed horror or was it in her mind? A rough hand grabbed by her throat. Fingers forced themselves into her mouth, pinning her tongue, controlling her. She could feel movement at her crotch, seeking fingers worming their way into the gusset of her uniform. A shot of panic thrilled through her and she wrenched her arms sideways. And felt some give.

What was this! Some purchase to win her way free. Her physical strength was impressive, yes, but more than that her confidence in her strength beat back the fear clouding her mind. Slowly, surely, she began to force her arms up.

 

[Black_Out]

From the very moment she dropped her sword, it caused him to swell with power, while the echoes of the blades rattling rang through the house of horrors. Such bravado once shattered forged a feast unlike any he had tasted before on his unholy snaking tongue. It was so divine.

The slender knobby fingers of the Creep sank in between the legs of his alluring adversary, twisting to press the smooth blue satin fabric upwards into the heroines concealed place of sensual intimacy. "Such a warm thing you are." The Creep's normally howling maniacal voice cut opposite, drowning Diana's ear with his husky breathed taunt. He felt so full of strength, empowered by the fears of one who had come to face him thinking herself fearless.

His cold fingers sank deeper into her mouth. White bleached skin pressing open ruby lips as his quarry twisted and thrashed about in his grasp. Cracked black nails scratched at the slick velvet surface of her tongue to the point she was gagging on his fingertips. "Feed me."

The curved and wavy mirrors surrounded them on various sides and despite her efforts to break free his vice like grip would not be so easily relinquished. Reflected warped imagery only caused the Creep to catch glimpses of his foes panicked state. His greedy eyes were drawn in admiration to them watching as her impressive breasts bounced freely about. The sight of her nipples standing fully attentive in the chilled air stirred carnal desires in his body and he found the tendril like length in his pants to swell with hunger as it pressed through his thin dark pants against the back of her shapely firm ass.

"Does this excite you? Wonder Whore" He mockingly teased with a grunt as they struggled, entangled in an awkward dance within the dim light of the house of horrors. With a sudden twist he pressed her up against the length of one of the distorting mirrors, her ample bosom softening the impact as they plastered against the cold curved surface. "Look at yourself. So feeble and helpless against your body's carnal desires." His crackled lips pressed against the back of her wavy dark hair while his crooked fingers rubbed with vigor across the smooth satin covering the folds of her sex. He had her, of that he was almost sure as his long dark lips curled into a malicious grin.

Then a gasp left his lips as his smile shriveled away then curled into a state of surprise and shock. She was still fighting back. Somehow, someway, he could sense she was regaining her confidence. It was the Creeps turn to protest as he felt his arms being pulled apart, loosened from their claim over the heroines oh so desirable body. "No..."

"No...." He howled out in repetition as he could feel the fear within Wonder Woman begin to diminish. With it his might began to falter despite his every effort to reassert his dominance. She was breaking his hold over her in more ways then one.

"This can't...be..." He croaked out as he felt Wonder Woman's hand slap across his wrist, her fingers clenching around it as she began to tug it away from where it played between her long legs. Saliva covered fingers retreated as well from her mouth as his arms were bent outward, a pained expression etched across his visage as the Amazon Princess powered her way out of his grasp.

He expelled a howl of despair as his arms were flung away from their claim over her. The surge from the sheer forcefulness of her defiance sent the Creep stumbling awkwardly backwards. His spindly arms flailed as he tried to maintain his balance, but he was thrown to far off center. A moment of vertigo overtook him as he spun about and landed with a crash of his shoulder against another nearby mirror.

It splintered under the impact, shards of sharp bent mirror fell in a cascade of glimmering shrapnel to the floor as the Creep stared in awe upon Wonder Woman. He was the one that wore the mask of fear now and his eyes darted towards the way out, towards his escape.

 

[The Supple Nail]

Wonder Woman was slammed forward, the cold, unyielding surface of the mirror pressed against the willowy softness and athletic firmness of her frame. She saw her face reflected there, a pathetic mask of terror, and a wave of righteous indignation burned through her. For the first time her rage outweighed her fear. Her muscles surged, her powerful frame torquing as she wrenched her arms free.

"Ha!" She crowed triumphantly.

She grabbed, whirled, pivoted on her hip, and sent The Creep crashing through one of the nearby funhouse mirrors. Tiny shards of glass exploded with the force beyond mere impact, thrown like an explosion by the backfire of The Creep's dark power as it rebounded on him. Tiny shards knifed past her leaving a dozen tiny, insignificant cuts to mar the bronzed perfection of her tanned skin.

Many of the wrestling matches in the grand arena of Themiscyra were held in the ancient greek style, skin against nude skin, and Wonder Woman was no stranger to pitting her strength, bare in the most literal sense, against any foe. Then why, as she charged forward, the perfect globes of her breasts exposed to the naked darkness, did the creeping fingers of embarrassment worm their way into her concentration? She pushed the niggling thought from her mind. Now was a moment for action, not for modesty.

The fiend was too slippery to fight conventionally. She knew too little about him. But he was agile, and stealthy, and in his element she couldn't risk giving him the chance to get the drop on her once again. There was one way that she knew that she could leverage her brute strength to victory. Grappling was the answer.

With an amazon war whoop she soared through the air to land a bone crunching flying elbow dead center in The Creep's torso. As much as it made her skin crawl to lay hands on him she quickly pulled him into a one armed headlock, ignoring the slavering mouth pressed against her breasts, and began to rain blow after hammer blow down on him. Then she hoisted him up by one arm and one leg. She spun once, spun twice, gathering up devastating momentum, and then flung him as hard as she could through the nearest mirror. The nearest mirror supported by a concrete pylon.

There was a crunch and a shower of glass and for the first time Wonder Woman skipped back, her cheeks coloring in a deep blush as she pulled her bustier up to cover her nudity.

She started forward, the hunters instinct surging in her mind to finish off her foe, but some force held her back. It wasn't fear. It was not fear, she told herself. The hostage. Yes, that was it. It wasn't that some deep terror of The Creep still gripped her, still made her want to run and hide. It was that she had a duty to find the hostage. And yet it was with a certain animal relief that she fled deeper into the maze.

The dazed amusement park worker was barely conscious. Wonder Woman hoisted him bodily over her shoulder and, with a shudder but without a look back, she sprinted towards the nearest exit.

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The man had been grateful, if a bit disoriented, but for some reason Wonder Woman had simply left him with the paramedics before disappearing into the night. She was a true hero who helped those in need out of a sense of honor rather than some desire for praise and attention. But she didn't shy from praise either, like some of her one-time compatriots. So why didn't she feel up to facing the friendly and adoring police force? To endure their stares and their questions? She just wanted to curl up and hide away, to fold in on herself and protect her tiny, fragile core.

The encounter had shaken her, had exposed things that she did not know were lurking in her subconscious.

But even after retreating to the lavish high rise apartment taken in the name Diana Prince, even after a long, hot shower, even after a calming session of meditation, her fears and insecurities continued to eat at her. It was only in the darkest deepest hours of the night, just before sleep claimed her that the thought flashed through her mind. She had left her enchanted sword behind.

 

[Black_Out]

Warm blue and yellow flames hissed within the confines of the elegant tiled fireplace, spilling out a shifting wave of muted light across the otherwise darkened room. Solitary, the figure of a man lounged upon a long curving leather sofa of plush cushions. Gentle flashes of subdued luminescence popped from a variety of monitors arranged upon the wall surrounding the glowing fireplace. The mans hawkish eyes were attentively focused on the central most screen, where the recent events that unfolded at the carnival were being meticulously digested.

Something was different when she left. He wasn't quite sure what, but it caused him to stir as swept his feet away from the comfort of the sofa and settled them on the plush carpet. He leaned forward staring at the image of Wonder Woman as she departed the scene after having vanquished the Creep. Leaving the rescued worker in the care of the ambulance personnel that had responded. The police hadn't even arrived yet. It was very unlike her to leave without a brief meeting with the law.

"Rewind to the beginning." Evan spoke to the room through pursed lips. "Of course sir." A male voice responded from hidden speakers arranged throughout the room.

The footage from the Empire Carnival's security camera rewound again while Evan Reynolt watched the replayed video clip with keen interest. "Sentry, pause the video." The computerized artificial intelligence obliged the spoken command, freezing the frame in crystal clarity. There on the screen was Wonder Woman, entering the House of Horrors, her sword draped across her back between her shoulders. "Now, fast forward to the portion when she is leaving again."

"As you wish sir." The image blurred and then shifted to a different angle provided by another camera monitoring the park.

"She left her sword behind." Evan narrowed his eyes as he watched the heroine exiting the building, carrying the rescued worker over her shoulder. "Pause and zoom in on her face just before she turns to leave." Once more the video froze, catching Diana standing by the paramedics after she had placed the worker under their care. There was a flicker of a smile. A glint of curiosity mingled with devious intentions as he watched the picture close in on her frozen facial features.

It was unmistakable, that look he witnessed in her ocean blue eyes. Wonder Woman was rattled. Unsteady, her glossy red lips pursed as if gasping. That famous heroic confidence that he had always seen her so easily putting on display was nowhere to be found. "Oh my dear, did the Creep stir something inside you?" Evan felt a hardness swelling in his silken bed pants, and as much as he wanted to relish in that surge of arousal, there was work to be done. Why settle for a picture, when you could have the real thing.

"She'll be back for the sword. I'm certain of it." His gaze wandered away from the freeze frame picture of Wonder Woman as he turned his attentions to an angled monitor rising up from the sleek black marble coffee table before him. "The park will be on lock down, no cops, not a soul around. My lawyers will see to that. By the time they get their warrants in order, she'll have returned to claim her sword. Make sure your ready. I want her, unblemished, bound and delivered to my estate."

There was a single nod from a platinum blonde haired man with a hard chiseled face from upon the screen. His intense green eyes shined with excitement from the order given though his teeth nudged against his bottom lip with a hint of uncertainty. "She'll be a handful, even for me, sir." The man with the simple code name of Conquest responded.

"That is why I'm sending Paradox to meet you. He'll supply you with whatever it is you might need to bring her down from her lofty heights." Evan paused as his fingers wove together and steepled beneath his chin. "In fact, I might suggest he try out his newest strain of Euphoria on our dear Wonder Woman." A sliver of maliciousness wove its way across his handsomely refined features.

"A new strain sir?" Conquest arched a single brow at the mention of the potent aphrodisiac that had been flooding the streets of Empire City over the years.

"Indeed, it's just as powerful, but it is supposed to cause hallucinations in the subject as well. From the reports I've read, a persons deepest, darkest, desires swallow them up. It would make what the Creep did to her seem like child's play."

"What if she's immune, sir?" The mercenary inquired over the private feed.

"Well, your the super soldier. Mercenary extraordinaire. If the tools that Paradox provides don't do the trick on her, I'm sure he'll have something to sway the tide in your favor. Or you'll just have to do it the old fashioned way." Evan thinned his lips. "Regardless, I don't want to hear excuses. I want results. Make it happen. Contact me when you have her. I'll tell you how to proceed from there." His gaze was drawn away from the bounty hunter as his attentions shifted back up to the screen, focusing on the alluring figure of Wonder Woman, frozen in time, with that look of doubt etched upon her face.

"Now go, find her sword and wait for Paradox to meet you. Be quick about it. In case our target decides to hurry back to reclaim her lost weapon. We need to be ready for her."

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It didn't take long for Conquest to arrive at the shut down carnival park. In the deep hours of the night he entered the House of Horrors. The mystical sword spotted as it shined in the narrow beam of his flash light. Before he could reach out to grasp it a voice spoke from the shadows.

"Don't touch it." The vulture like metallic mask of Paradox emerged from the darkness. "I've already sprayed it. One touch and the newest strain of my Euphoria will surge into your body." The sinister visage recoiled back into hiding. "Obviously, your not the intended target."

Conquest took a moment to look around, trying to ignore the shiver rolling down his spine that the appearance of Paradox created. "Alright. What else do you have in your bag of tricks if that doesn't work?"

Gloved fingers curled and beckoned Conquest into the pitch black abyss. "Come, I'll show you."

 

[The Supple Nail]

Diana was starting to feel some of her old zeal the following night as she made her way across the city, leaping, vaulting, and running through the sheer joy of athletic exertion. It felt good. Like she was coming back to her old self, shaking off the cloud that had shadowed her mind. She didn't need any help, any validation. All she needed was to remember her own strength and her own drive. To remember what made her Wonder Woman. She pushed the remaining shreds of fear and doubt to the back of her mind.

She perched above the amusement part, exactly where she had the previous night, looking over the abandoned rides and lifeless alleys. There wasn't any movement there, not that she had expected any. The police would clearly have swept the place after the previous night's adventure. She hoped that they hadn't found her sword. It wouldn't be that bad, but it would be a little embarrassing to have to ask for it back.

She dropped the hundred or so feet to the ground and began to walk briskly towards the funhouse but forced herself back to a leisurely stroll. She wasn't nervous. She was just reclaiming what was hers.

Perhaps it was her preoccupation with her own bravery but it didn't register as odd that there was no officer set to watch the crime scene, no gaudy orange tape blocking it off. It just seemed to her as if the police had come and gone. It didn't occur to her that they may not have come at all, caught in bureaucratic tape like flies in a web. She blithely walked towards the center of that web herself.

She assiduously avoided pausing to steel her nerves and marched right over the threshold of the funhouse like she owned the place. The prickling at the back of her neck screamed a warning. She wasn't alone. She was being watched. But she knew that was just the nervous remnants of the previous night's battle.

She forced herself over to where the Creep had fallen, inspecting the shattered remnants of the mirror. Gone. Hauled away by the police, no doubt. She would have to follow up on him in prison, perhaps to question him about his plans and motivations. Certainly not to make her self feel better with a safe confrontation. She suppressed a shudder.

Her sense of nervousness refused to abate and one hand went to her other weapon, the mystical Lasso of Truth coiled at her waist. It wasn't as direct or offensive as a sword, but perhaps in its own way it was more powerful. Its presence comforted her, calmed her nerves.

Deliberately she cast about the wrecked hall of mirrors, looking here and there for the mystical blade that had so carelessly slipped from her fingers. She retraced her steps over the tracks and past the now still bumper cars, their plastic visages painted with various grotesque caricatures. Ah, there it was. She saw the hilt of her golden short sword gleaming dully in the half darkness. She quickly moved over to it and picked it up, testing its heft and examining the blade before sliding it home into the sheath at her back. There was some odd residue on its hilt and she wiped a hand idly on the bare skin of her muscular thigh.

She got about four steps towards the exit before she stopped short, a tiny gasp rising in her throat.

Something was rising in her, something powerful and forbidden. For a panicked moment she thought the Creep was upon her but it was a wholly different sensation. The feeling wasn't fear. It was...yearning. An ache. An unassailable hunger that seemed to envelop her like an inferno. She stumbled and came to rest against one of the pillars. Her body felt like it was on fire. She could feel every tiny draft of air flowing over her skin. Suddenly, shamefully, she felt her nipples stiffen into diamond hard little nubs. Every motion seemed to drag them against the satiny fabric of her uniform, sending little shocks of unwanted pleasure racing through her.

"Nuh!" A small moan squeaked from her lips.

Her thighs squeezed together, clenching helplessly. Every tiny movement that she made seemed to drag the gusset of her high leg leotard over her steamy womanhood. She could feel the fabric pressing against the petals of her sex, soaking up the moisture that had begun to traitorously seep from her. One hand began to involuntarily creep towards that inferno but she forced it away, hugging her arms to herself with a blush. She would not! Her self control was iron.

Was this some attack? Some trap? She had to escape.

"UUuuuuuhn!" She moaned through gritted teeth as she pushed herself up, ignoring the tremor of pleasure that made her knees wobble and her head swim.

She stumbled forward, one hand groping in front of her, the other clutched around her midsection as if she were afraid of what it might do if she gave it lease. Shadowy figures swam in front of her eyes and she swatted at them feebly, trying her best to stumble away into the darkness.

 

[Black_Out]

They waited in the depths of the thrill ride of fear. Concealed in the darkened corners of the twisting and weaving passage ways. There upon the floor the magical blade sat unattended, bathed in a soft hue of red from a nearby lone emergency light. It would draw her in, like a mouse craving cheese.

There was ample time though to pass before she would arrive to reclaim what was hers. Time well spent in planning her downfall. Debating over the various potential scenarios that might play out when their quarry would finally arrive. They whispered, collaborating together on how best to bring such a mighty adversary down.

"How long will it take until she is feeling the full effect?" Conquest inquired of the man in the insidious mechanical vulturesque mask.

"It's hard to say with one such as she." The demented scientist known as Paradox responded while he idly played with a variety of syringes hanging from his hip. "If it effects her like it would a typical woman, she'll feel it almost immediately." The mask stared out towards the bait that was her sword from under the canopy of its hood. "All of my test subjects have shown strong reactions after initial exposure." The lens crafted into the metallic mask turned to regard the hunter. "If, it takes hold like normal, in ten minutes it will have saturated into her brain. That's when the real fun begins." The tone of his voice was wispy and sinister and full of delight.

"So she'll be distracted?" The mercenary kept himself limber and prepared with simple stretching routines and shifts in his stance. "That should make her an easy target. Do you have anything to, subdue her?" He inquired of his cohort with a sideways glance.

A deep nod came from the masked doctor of despair. "Oh, yes, I think this might come in handy." His gloved hand slipped beneath his thick mustard yellow robes and returned to display a sleek charcoal grey sphere resting within his palm. "I call it a bondage bomb."

"How does it work?"

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It was all to obvious in the short breath of time after Wonder Woman had reclaimed her sword that the vile erotic serum was taking hold. It seeped into her hand, warming her core almost immediately as it infiltrated into her veins, swept quickly through her body with every pump of her heart. The potent drug was drawn to her nerve endings, hacking into the very fiber of how they received impulses from the world around her. They coveted her erogenous zones most of all and sent surge after surge of thrilling arousal into their very foundations.

"Going somewhere, Wonder Woman?" Conquest inquired as he slipped out of the blanket of shadows that concealed him, lurking a safe distance down the tunnel from Diana. "There's no need to hurry, we just want a few minutes of your attention."

From behind her, lobbed with a casual underhanded toss a darkly shaded grey sphere fell against the floor beneath her quivering red boots. The explosion was instant, though hardly destructive by the standards of a normal grenade. No, instead of shrapnel and searing heat being expelled from the shattered device, a spiral of sinew like rubber strands erupted from beneath Wonder Woman.

They slapped across her body like a storm of wild lashing whips, curling around her athletic figure in strand after strand of resilient elastic rope. They flung about her legs, stifled her arms, and smothered every limb that they found purchase upon. One sank around her gasping shocked ruby lips, pressing firmly against the corners of her mouth as it suppressed her gasps. Another snapped right between her legs, sinking into the subtly moist fabric of her gusset and pressing flush against the folds of her flowering sex beneath her star spangled blue bottoms. Then the warmth of her body caused them to tighten, constrict, and squeeze.

All the while, the drug sang to her body, calling out to her, growing clearer and clearer as it flooded her with it's perverse intentions. It suggested and beckoned her into it's inescapable embrace, mouthing at her from all around, while threatening to swallow her into the darkness of her own unthinkable fantasies. It just needed time. Time to seep into her mind, cloud her will to resist, and wipe her away. Once it had a hold, it would drag her down like an undertow. Keeping her helplessly awake, and oh so erotically comfortable and warm.

 

[The Supple Nail]

There was movement in the dark but with her clouded, wavering vision Wonder Woman couldn't make out anything but shapes and shadows. She pushed herself up off the wall with a supreme effort of will and unwisely drew her sword, trying to level it in front of her. She ignored the thought scattering burst of pleasure as the red and gold satin shifted against her stiff nipples. She could only hold the blade for a moment or two before it dropped out of her nerveless fingers and clattered to the ground at her feet. She stared dumbly at it, trying not to quake, trying to will her hands to stay at the ready.

"Wh-who dares to..." Was all she managed woozily as the thick ropes burst out around her.

It wasn't a methodical hog tie, it was a haphazard trap, but effective none the less. One arm was pinned at her side. The other, extended out in front of her, was caught at the elbow and lashed across her midriff. The ropes must have been comprised of some friction locking material, every little jerk and struggle only pulled them tighter and tighter. Quick strands enveloped her, gagging her, pinning her arms, slamming her legs together, but she didn't trip. No, when the unfeeling strap flew between her legs, pulling up between the dripping cleft of her sex with sudden, inescapable pressure she shuddered and collapsed, her legs simply giving way beneath her.

"Uuuuungh!" Was the only sound she could make around the gag, a piteous moan as she toppled over, her raven hair falling around her face like a veil.

She had known pleasure before. In her own inexpert explorations of her body as a young girl, newly sculpted from clay and breathed life by the queen of the Amazons. In the shy fumbling of curious friends exploring each other and their own budding sexualities. In shy kisses with maidens who scarcely knew what they were seeking from each other. But since she had come to the World of Men she had forsaken such pursuits, focusing on her training, her mission. Her mind felt shattered, unable to cope with the sudden and unwanted assault of pleasure.

Every jerky spasm ground her pubic bone down into her bonds. There was no friction but intense pressure on her captive clit through the fabric of her uniform. She had to force herself to keep from jerking her hips forward against her restraints.

Even dosed with such a powerful aphrodisiac Wonder Woman may have been just fine, if oversexed for a day or two.

But coming so close after her encounter with the Creep, with his dark influence still festering in his mind, the assault was an entirely different matter.

It intensified, not her natural sexuality, but her deepest and most shameful sexual fears. Her conscious mind had no notion of the damage being wrought, only the unending hell of pleasure wracking her body. But as the insidious overdose rewrote her nerves it also began to link inexorably in her mind the pleasure she was feeling and the sexual terror that she had experienced at the hands of the Creep. Fear, pain, helplessness, shame, embarrassment, these thoughts and more were at the forefront of her mind as the aphrodisiac did its work.

As hallucinations and visions began to overtake her mind she trembled in her bonds, her eyes staring listlessly ahead. Her fingers grasped and groped in a token effort to free herself. Her hips began to slowly and sensuously undulate as she ground her little clitty down on the rope running over her panties.

 

[Black_Out]

"You look flustered, Wonder Woman." The man in the darkness before her spoke with an obvious mocking confidence. "There you go, dropping your sword, again." He continued to taunt with sadistic glee as he kept his distance while the heroine struggled with the tightening lines curling about her luscious body.

Sturdy deep navy blue running shoes padded softly across the concrete floor as Conquest approached Wonder Woman as she toppled over onto her side after the binding elastic strands had engulfed her. With the tip of his shoe the mercenary swept the sword aside, placing it further out of her reach if she would somehow manage to break loose from her entrapment. He knelt down then on a single knee along side her, the soft red light shedding across the sharpened features of the hunter. Dark green eyes wandered over her form as he visually inspected the chemically created strands that dug in against her flesh.

The tip of his index finger plucked at one of the rubbery lines that snared around her bicep, pulling it up before letting it snap back down into her skin. "How long will it last?" He turned his gaze away from the heroic damsel as he looked towards his partner in this task who was just now emerging from the shadowy depths behind their captive.

"Oh, they'll last about a half hour before they begin to decay." Paradox spoke with a wheezed voice through the mask that covered the entirety of his face. "More then enough time for you to remove that lasso of hers and use it to bind her proper while I fetch our darling prisoners cage." His arms folded across his chest as he turned his visage down towards the succulent form of Wonder Woman, helplessly rolling her hips upon the floor. "I hear it is unbreakable."

Conquest nodded slightly as he reached his hand down for the lasso that was buried beneath the fibers wrapped about Diana's body. His rough fingers pressed in against the smooth star studded blue satin that covered her hips and pushed forward until they laid claim over the mystical golden lasso. He leaned down to whisper in her ear as he tugged the golden strands of her lasso away from her body. "I also hear that it makes someone tell the truth if they are bound in it." By the time he looked back up, Paradox had slipped back into the cover of darkness.

A smile creased across Conquest's lips as he delicately unraveled the tangled mass of her lasso, letting it drape across his knee. His nimble fingers fashioned one end into a loop, which he patiently slid over Wonder Woman's head until it nested around the base of her neck. Carefully he tightened the noose, until it was secure enough to not slip free, yet loose enough to not choke her.

"Lets find out if that's true, hmm?" He inquired casually as he reached down and started to wedge his fingers into her mouth, tucking them around the cords gagging her and drawing them out so they rested beneath the fullness of her bottom lip. The tip of his index finger lingered upon her lip, tracing across its moist surface as his other hand coiled around the magical golden lasso that dangled across his rugged worn jeans.

"Tell me, Wonder Woman, does your magical lasso force even you to tell the truth when your bound by it?" His fingertip slipped away, brushing the dark raven locks of hair away from her face so that he might better see her eyes. To make sure that they met his demanding gaze, his fingers took purchase around the base of her jaw and forced her to turn her head towards him. "And, if it does, tell me, is there a way to make you powerless, a source to your strength that we can take advantage of?"

 

[The Supple Nail]

Wonder Woman glared up at him with defiant eyes, surging against her bonds and falling back helplessly as the jerking motion wrung a gasp of pleasure out of her. She was trussed too tightly to strike, and any attempt to wriggle away only left her shuddering around the rope running between her nether lips.

She could only watch helplessly as he carelessly withdrew her most prized weapon. It was utterly humiliating to be leashed by it like an animal, the slender noose twisted almost gently around her neck like a leash. Bound as she was, panting, delirious with desire, she could do nothing but submit to the treatment. And even then she could feel the magic of the lasso's loops compelling her, wringing falsehood and deceit out of her.

Her lips clamped shut as he taunted, grabbing her face and turning her up to him.

It was then that he learned one of the limitations of the magical weapon. For while one bound by it could speak nothing but the truth, nothing in the magic compelled them to speak. Rather than have truth wrought from her lips by her own magic Wonder Woman remained defiantly silent, glaring up at him.

Her eyes were hazy and unfocused. The steady pool of moisture building between her thighs was soaking through the white and blue of her uniform. And yet, bound, drugged, and forbidden even the comfort of lies, her position afforded her one single option.

She jerked her head back with her still considerable strength and bit Conquest on the back of the hand, white teeth and powerful jaws grinding down as hard as they could.

 

[Black_Out]

He was nearly to the exit when the sudden surprised sound of Conquest's brief shout of enraged pain echoed through the tunnel ways to him. Paradox stopped on a dime at the sound and quickly turned around to make his way back in haste. His heart was thudding in his chest. Did she escape, somehow break free of her entanglement? The last thing he wanted to see was the Amazon standing over a beaten Conquest, turning her attentions upon him. A wheezed sigh of relief hissed out from the breathing vents in his mask as he turned the corner and discovered that it wasn't the worst case scenario he had envisioned.

Conquest had withdrawn from their captive and was standing on his feet, letting out a muttered lace of curses as he peered over the back of his mangled hand. "What happened, is everything alright?" Paradox's wispy voice reverberated through the hallways as he looked from the hunter to their prey.

"She bit me." The villain sneered towards Diana as he shook his hand about, then turned it, wiping the back of his hand across his stark white shirt, leaving a trace smear of blood. "She didn't answer when I was trying to use her lasso to force her to answer if there was a source to her power." He hissed out as stared lethal daggers towards their prisoner while cradling his wounded hand in the palm of his other. "She just shut her mouth, then she fucking bit me." He snarled before looking over to Paradox who was slowly approaching.

"Never stick your hand in the mouth of a shark." Paradox responded as he leisurely approached Wonder Woman. "Put your foot on her back, and pin her down, I think I might know a dozen ways to make her squeal." The sinister doctor paused his feet along side Diana as he sifted his hand into a pouch at his side.

Conquest eagerly accepted the order and stepped forward. One swift kick was sent into Diana's ribs before his foot slammed down square across her back and pressed down with an impressive amount of strength across the curving dip of her lower spine. "I'll do better then that." He growled under his breath before he dropped his weight like a sack of stones upon Wonder Woman's back, straddling her bound body with his knees placed at her sides as he sat his bulk atop her. His fingers sank into her wavy dark hair, staying well clear of her mouth as reclaimed the strand of the lasso that ran away from her neck.

Paradox walked directly in front of Wonder Woman as Conquest yanked her head up by his grasp over her hair and forced her to look towards the direction of his partner. Something dropped from Paradox's gloved hand, a blue bulbous shaped device of hard plastic that bounced a few times before settling upon the ground, wobbling unevenly about.

"Do you know what this is, Wonder Woman?" Paradox inquired as he carefully lowered himself down to a single knee, keeping himself just out of the reach of her mouth as the wide blue bulb finally came to a rest right a foot away from her face. "It's called an anal plug, or a butt plug. Either way, the name sort of implies what its intended use is for." His index finger touched the solid rubber ball and caused it to wobble once more. "I'm going to stick it into your ass, unless you answer my friends question, like a good cooperative prisoner." He looked from Diana to Conquest briefly before looking back to the heroine. "If you don't, well, there are more toys available to cause you delightful suffering." His hand patted the leather pouch dangling from his hip. "And if those fail, well I'll make others suffer for your insolence."

Paradox nodded to Conquest. "Ask her again."

The hunter curled his hand tightly around the golden strands of her lasso as he looked down towards the back of her head as he repeated the question with an obvious tone of disdain. "Is there a source to your power that we can remove?"

 

[The Supple Nail]

The breath whooshed out of Diana's lungs with the sharp kick, and then she was flipped over and pinned, her cheek pressed against the cold concrete. It was only a moment of respite though before her head was jerked up by her thick raven hair, forcing her hateful eyes into the masked face of Paradox.

She spat Conquest's blood and grimaced, trying to ignore the raging pleasure still threatening to drown out her reason and overwhelm her thoughts. Trussed and pinned as she was she could do little but buck futilely in an effort to dislodge conquest. She gasped as the motion dragged the rope through her crotch and forced herself to remain still.

"You cannot defeat me." She spat, a sentiment that in her mind was unassailably true. She had never known defeat. She had been beaten in battles, forced to retreat, but in the end her will and her determination always brought her victory. She was no stranger to struggling against overwhelming odds.

"My power is my own, breathed into my limbs animate from clay by my mother." She forced a fierce grin onto her features.

"I have no lantern, no kryptonite, no magic ring." She laughed. "I will escape, and when I do I will see both of you brought low before me. Better that you release me now, and beg for my forgiveness."

She jerked her head fruitlessly, trying to dislodge Conquest's fingers tangled in her hair, but settled for a hateful look back at him.

"You may as well give up now. My powers only ebb temporarily after I orga..." Her eyes shot wide and she clamped her mouth shut. She had been so careful, spinning half truths and lies of omission. Indeed, while she had been careful not to state her weakness nothing that she said was untrue. But she had been careless and the Lasso had wrung from her perhaps the slightest drop of real truth.

 

[Black_Out]

Paradox knelt just an arms length before Wonder Woman, his hooded vulture like masked visage showing no hint of emotion as he listened to her admonishments. There was no scornful laughter from the diabolical chemist, only the hissing sound of his wheezing breath issuing from the hidden vents along the plates covering his mouth. His gloved fingertips continued to idly spin and twirl the brilliant blue anal plug about as if it were a toy top. Only when she spoke those words that caused her to clench her mouth shut did his fingers pause and his hooded head tilted as the grating hiss of his breathing paused momentarily.

The curved beak drew hesitantly closer to Diana's defiant face as Conquest pushed her head back down against the gritty surface of the floor. "How interesting." The masked voice whispered out with a hacked cough to punctuate the statement. His fingers slipped away from the bulbous plug, leaving it to gingerly sway about on its curved surface as he turned his gaze down towards his side pouch and fished his hand within the bag.

Conquest meanwhile kept his hands tangled in her hair, pressing her cheek firmly against the dank surface of the fun house tunnel. His own breath caught in his throat a moment before he let out a short gasped laugh of surprise. "Did she just say, what I think she said?" He mused with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes towards his cohort. One hand spread across the back of her head, still applying an impressive amount of force beyond what any normal human should be capable of as he took a peak back over his shoulder to blue star decorated bottoms covering her ass.

His other hand had drawn away, slipping behind him to wander across her star spangled rear with an obvious sensually slow exploration of its shape. Casually his middle finger traced down along the crevice between the rounded contours of the cheeks of her shapely bottom, increasing pressure, pressing the fabric downward, wedging it into depths of that crack. The intrusive strand cutting between her long legs tightened further, holding the fabric of her damp gusset firmly across the folds of her nether lips.

Slowly the fingertip began to stroke, pressing with a patient violation over the fringes of Wonder Woman's vulnerable sex while the gloved hand of the insidious Paradox crept back out of the bag. Within his grasp was a dense polished piece of black leather with a furred underside, it swayed about from his fingertips from the straps that attached to its ends. "Hold her steady." He glanced towards Conquest who obliged, relinquishing his fondling hand from her rear and pressing down with both hands to keep her head still while the weight of his body bore down on the back of their captive further.

Carefully the blindfold was drawn across Wonder Woman's head by the hands of Paradox. He slid it fully into place until the meager light in the tunnel was stolen away from her eyes. "Then I suppose we'll have to make you do just that, Wonder Woman." He patiently pulled the straps and buckled the blindfold tightly into place. "Again, and again, and again. Won't we Conquest?"

 

[The Supple Nail]

Wonder Woman gritted her teeth as Conquest's exploring hands roved over her body, twisting and writhing to get away from his grasp. She shook her head futilely, ebon locks falling in chaotic disarray around her face. She bucked her hips trying to dislodge him to no avail.

She squeezed her muscular thighs shut as his roving fingers explored the luscious, athletic globes of her ass, ran tantalizingly over the folds of her sex before pushing and rubbing with sweet, unwanted pressure. A great tremor passed through her body and she wracked inwards, fighting against the pleasure. Waves of it mounted and mounted in her breast, the insistent tugging on the rope and rubbing over her clit bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Nuh!" A tiny moan escaped her throat but she forced herself to silence.

Just when she could hold out no longer Paradox spoke again, although she was too dazed by pleasure to make out his words, and the maddening stroking ceased. She fought down the little peep of disappointment that rose in her throat. She was so close!

Instead her head was jerked back up and the blindfold was fastened securely over her eyes. As her consciousness swam all she could do was tremble and writhe. She was defiant to the last, still struggling to free herself as darkness overtook her and she knew no more.

 

[Black_Out]

The beaked masked villain drew his hands away after the blindfold was securely latched in place, robbing Wonder Woman of her sight and sinking her into a world full of darkness. "You're halfway there, you know. I wonder what you'll see in the darkness when the hallucinations overtake your mind?" Briefly he gave her a mocking pat atop her head while his other hand dipped into his bag of delights and drew out a small tube of gel. "Will it feel like a swarm of tentacles, violating your pristine body with unrelenting pleasure, or something else conjured up from the depths of your darkest most feared desires?" He mused in his wheezing voice as he watched the heroine squirm and struggle against her bonds and the weight and strength of his companion that was keeping her in check.

Paradox shifted on his knees, sliding away from the front of Wonder Woman's pinned down head. His free hand pulling away from her hair after the quick petting to snatch up the large royal blue anal plug in its grasp. Gel was squeezed out over it, lubricating it with an oily substance as he knelt along side her buckling hips. One gloved hand reached forward, fingers working their way under the tight blue spandex that hugged against the firm shape of her succulent ass. The fabric was drawn up and shifted aside, revealing the creamy white orbs of her rear and the crevice between them. For the moment he left her exposed in that manner.

Once more his hand returned to the bag, placing the tube of slick gel back into it's contents before drawing out a clear bundle of plastic not much different then a shopping bag with a draw string. He handed it towards Conquest, who looked from the thick clear bag towards Paradox with an inquisitive arch of his brow. The demented scientist drew both of his hands up towards his head and slid them down along the side, demonstrating the intended use of the bag as he cinched the imaginary drawstring around his throat.

It became crystal clear then to Conquest what the bag was for and he quickly worked to force it down around Diana's blindfolded face while she struggled beneath him. In concert, Paradox leaned forward, settling one glove across the bared cheek of Wonder Woman's quivering ass while the other hand drew the glistening wet bulbous plug up in the air above it and drew it down slowly towards it's intended target. He teased it against the valley of flesh between her cheeks while Conquest tightened the string of the bag around their captives neck, watching as it smothered around her face. As the air was cut off, the plug pierced into her with solid push from Paradox's palm, despite the tightness from the clenching ring of muscles that so desperately tried to guard against the invasion.

The palm twisted, forcing the flaring wide bulb down until only the handle like stem remained visible poking up out of the squeezing star shaped ring of her ass. With a simple tug, the star decorated blue satin shorts were pulled back into place, sealing across the entombed plug while Conquest settled his hands around Wonder Woman's shoulders and kept her pinned to the floor. "It's over, Wonder Woman, it's all over."

 

[The Supple Nail]

Diana jerked when the satin folds of her uniform's bottom was pulled aside, exposing the flushed lips of her sex and the unprotected cleft of her ass. Dewey moisture collected on her nether lips and the cool air felt frigid after the captive heat.

"Wh...what are you doing!? Stop that at once! Fight me like a ma...ah...ah!" She gasped.

It wasn't her juicy, exposed pussy that her captors chose to torment. Although she could see nothing she felt the cold, slimy, bulbous head of the buttplug press up against her clenched anus. She bore down as hard as she could, squeezing her thighs together, clenching her ass. She pushed and pushed, desperation and super human strength keeping the invader at bay. But Paradox knew what Wonder Woman did not. You can push all you like but eventually, and it truly does not take very long, the muscles tire and relax. And when that happens all it takes is a push.

She felt herself go slack. There was a pressure, a giving way, a truly bizarre sensation of invasion. There was pain, the slightest amount, just enough to supercharge the rest of the sensations. She could feel the smooth rubber sliding through her, pushing open the taut ring of muscle, dragging along the nerve endings. And then, with a sudden rush, the widest part of the plug passed the ring of her asshole and popped into place, held only by the flared base of the plug.

She let out a squeak that was cut short as her air was suddenly cut off.

Her brain was a mess. Cool air wafted over her dripping pussy. She clenched helplessly around the plug in her ass. It was the most bizarre fullness, the feeling of clenching down but encountering the stem of the invader, the deeper feeling of the flare pushing against the inner side of her sphincter. All of these sensations warred with the sudden terror of drowning, of suffocating. And through all of this the hallucinogenic effects of the aphrodisiac screamed through her nervous system.

With her eyes covered by the blindfold the hallucinations, at first just blurring and distortion, burst into vibrant visions. She felt herself seized by rough hands and bound. In the odd way of dreams time seemed at once compressed and stretched as she was chained and collared. Paraded like an animal. The intense humiliation of public exposure as a jeering crowd leered at her. To her horror they all exposed throbbing manhoods. Surrounding her. Stroking themselves. Taking aim.

Her heart thundered in her chest trying to pump the last bit of oxygen into her bloodstream. Spots and flares burst in her vision as her brain began to shut down. Her body jerked helplessly and then began to go limp.

Her collar was jerked viciously upwards and she was forced to turn her face towards the crowd. There was nothing but contempt in their faces as one by one they approached, sneering, pointing their cocks at her like they were going to...

With a final oxygen deprived jerk Wonder Woman passed out.

 

[Black_Out]

As soon as Wonder Woman went limp the clear bag smothering her face was drawn away by Conquest. Much needed oxygen flooded back into her lungs, while the pair of criminals looked to each other. They shared a moment of silence that Paradox eventually broke.

"Poor thing, she passed out." He spoke with a cough as he dug his hands into his satchel once more, procuring two little black leather bags the size of a fist. He quickly worked to draw one of the bags over Diana's hand, his thumb checking her pulse while he tightened and secured the leather sack around her hand, forcing her fingers to curl into a fist. "She'll be fine." He tossed the other hand constraining bag to Conquest who caught it and twisted his torso so he could lean down and secure her other hand in the same fashion.

"Do you think she came?" He gazed back over his shoulder towards the curves of Wonder Woman's shapely ass, the indentation of the plugs handle protruding out, covered by the blue satin of her bottoms.

"I'll make sure she does, while you get her hog tied in her lasso." Paradox ran his fingers down between the heroines still slightly trembling thighs and began to rub the tips of them with earnest across the damp fabric over their captives womanhood.

Conquest meanwhile removed himself from straddling Diana's back and gathered up the lasso from around her neck. With a flick of his hand behind his back he produced a small military grade knife from the rear pocket of his jeans and went to work. Small strands of the chemically created ropes were sliced away from her toned thighs as he fished the lasso between her legs and began to curl the golden strands in a repetitive figure eight pattern just above the caps of her knees. Her boots were next, feet were crossed, then tightly wound together in a similar fashion just above the shape of her red clad ankles.

Paradox kept working between Diana's legs, alternating pressure over the shape of her sex, nudging the line that had been caressing her clit aside and replacing that sensation with his own violating touch. His other gloved hand pressed against the floor and slid under her bustier, tugging the red and golden yellow fabric aside as he began to fondle her left breast. As he worked to bring her to a unconscious orgasm he kept watch over her face, staying alert for the slightest sign's of not only her arousal, but her awakening.

Conquest was moving onto her arms now as he bent her legs back until her boots hovered over her ass. Her bracelets were unclasped and discarded upon the floor as he coiled the lasso around her wrists, leaving her bagged hands nearly touching the heels of her shiny red boots. The golden strands of her lasso bound her slender wrists forcefully together as the line was pulled further up her arms towards her elbows. Those too would soon be pulled painfully tight against one another as the magical lasso wound it's way around her joints.