Chapter 4: Loss of Power
The Monitor turned away from the display, disturbed by what he had seen.
It seemed there was more than one way to vanquish the Amazon superheroine. Despite her abilities, skills, and tools, a determined foe could bring her down with the right plan and equipment, along with just a bit of luck.
He turned to another display, showing the fate of Wonder Woman in Universe 40...
"Welcome to Gateways news update," a newscaster spoke on live television, "Leading the news... has something happened to Wonder Woman? For the latest, let's go live to downtown where Chloe Sullivan is standing by."
The scene switches to a blonde reporter standing in front of a hospital. "Thank you Bob. The amazon crime fighter and advocate for social justice was scheduled to appear earlier today at the opening of this new children's hospital, but her failure to appear had caused speculation as to her status and whereabouts."
Looking concerned, Chloe continued, "Government officials say they haven't heard from Wonder Woman since her apparent disappearance."
Two days ago...
Along a deserted street in Gateway City, a young thug ran desperately on the hard concrete pavement, anxious to make his escape. He turned back several times to ensure he was not being followed, but he crashed into a solid body and rebounded painfully onto the ground.
"End of the line," declared Wonder Woman, her hands on her shapely hips, standing proudly before him.
The thug scrambled away, one hand picking up a rusty pipe from the ground. He stood up and brandished his makeshift weapon. "You won't take me without a fight!"
"I'll take you either way," retorted the powerful Amazon, seemingly unconcerned by her opponent.
He swung the pipe at her desperately, and the warrior princess dodged his swings with minimal effort, making him miss by mere inches each time.
She kneed him in the stomach, drawing a pained grunt from the thug and making him lose his grip on his weapon. He fell to the ground on his hands and knees, choking from the impact.
The Princess of Paradise Island whipped out her lasso of truth and bound him in its coils. "Now, you saw Steve Trevor yesterday. I want to know what happened to him."
Compelled by the power of the lasso, the thug gasped, "He... he kidnapped him!"
"Who is he?" asked the Amazon beauty.
"The Neutralizer," replied the thug.
Wonder Woman frowned. "Who's the Neutralizer?"
"He's a bounty hunter," explained the thug. "He paid me for information on where Trevor was."
"And where did this Neutralizer take Agent Trevor?" Wonder Woman was very concerned for Steve Trevor, and wished to rescue him from the clutches of his captors as soon as possible.
"Whirldings' old factory, down by the docks." The thug winced a bit, "In the basement, I think."
"Is he all right?" the mighty superheroine asked sternly.
The thug groaned, "I don't know. They said they'll do anything to get information from him."
Wonder Woman pressed further. "Who's they? What kind of information?"
The thug whispered, as though afraid he would be overheard, "World Inc."
Wonder Woman's expression darkened. She had clashed with the nefarious organization several times already in the past year. While publicly an upstanding global corporation, World Inc. was actually a front for a world-spanning criminal empire, led by the brilliant yet evil Victor Cruze.
She had fought him just the month before, beating Victor soundly and sending him to jail. However, his crafty lawyers were able to get him acquitted from all charges. She knew he harbored a grudge against her and wished to bring her down.
Well, he could try. She was Wonder Woman, the epitome of Amazon pride and power. No mere man could ever defeat her, the Champion of the Amazons, blessed by the gods with phenomenal powers and raised by the Amazons to be an unconquerable warrior.
The thug continued. "They wanted information..." he looked up at her, "...about you."
She released him from the lasso, and shoved him lightly. "Get out of here."
The thug quickly scampered off, while the indomitable Amazon took to the skies, propelled by her power of flight. She headed straight for the docks, eager to punish the evildoers responsible for kidnapping Steve Trevor.
Meanwhile, the factory at the docks, Steve Trevor stirred. He found himself tied to a chair, unable to break free.
A man with an eyepatch over his right eye stood before him. He was clad in an expensive business suit. He approached Trevor, gloating quietly, "Ahh look. Secret agent man is awake."
Steve spat, "Who the hell are you?" He had faced his share of weird criminals and supervillains over the years, and this one did not seem particularly threatening.
The man grinned. "I'll tell you, and then I'll tell you my ingenious plan too." He leaned down to look Trevor in the eye. "That's how this works, right?"
"Fine by me," drawled Steve. If this guy was stupid enough to divulge his plan, Steve certainly won't stop him.
"They call me..." the man pranced around theatrically, "...the Neutralizer. Kind of cool, ain't it?" He stared Steve in the eyes, daring the CIA agent to say something, then continued. "I get paid by people with lots of money to capture big shots like you. And then the people who pay me get to have lots of fun with their little trophy."
"So who's paying?" Steve asked, hoping to get some valuable intel.
"That's not important," said the Neutralizer. "What's important is what they're after."
"Me." Steve concluded flatly.
The Neutralizer sighed in exasperation. "Dude, don't you ever watch superhero movies? They're going after your girlfriend, ok?" The Neutralizer paused, then asked, "She is your girlfriend, isn't she?"
The slightly deranged villain then continued, "I mean... you lucky, lucky man." He leaned down again to look Trevor in the eyes. "Really lucky."
"You're using me as bait." Steve revised his estimation of the man. The Neutralizer might be deranged, but he seemed to have some form of a plan and a confidence that he would succeed. Such men were dangerous.
The Neutralizer smiled, and admitted, "Not very creative, I know, but I think it will work. I mean, she does seem to have a thing... for you."
Steve snarled, "You punks don't stand a chance."
"Ohhh..." The Neutralizer smiled, "You don't think we can go toe to toe with the one and only Wonder Woman?" The man turned to one side, and called out, "Wizard! Bring in our little toy!"
A grinning man in a lab suit walked in, cradling a futuristic looking gun.
The Neutralizer explained, "Wizard here is a genius with technology. Your regular mad scientist." He took the gun from Wizard. "Oh Wizard, oh my. Now tell me what this little gizmo..."
"Disruptor." Wizard corrected eagerly.
"Disruptor?" The Neutralizer asked in confirmation.
"Yes, disruptor." The mad scientist nodded happily. "Short for power disruptor, but just disruptor is enough."
"Now..." The Neutralizer raised the hefty weapon, "Will this disruptor take down Wonder Woman?"
The Wizard replied, supremely confident. "There is no question it can. The disruptor will deliver enough energy to disrupt the nervous system of even a whale!" He laughed, "It is fully rated for use against metahumans! Even the so-called Wonder Woman cannot hope to stand against it."
Steve retorted, "You'll feel differently when Wonder Woman throws you through that wall."
That apparently angered the Neutralizer, who brough the butt of the gun up and swung it down hard against Steve's head. The agent grunted in pain from the blow.
"Hey, mind your manners Stevie! What are you going to do, when I take those bracelets off her lifeless body, and make trophies out of them?"
Steve remained defiant. "She'll tear you to pieces." He smiled despite the pain, already savoring Wonder Woman's inevitable triumph against these clueless punks.
The Neutralizer grabbed hold of Steve's hair and jerked his head backwards. "Your Wonder Babe's never lost a fight before, has she?" He said grimly, "Maybe to the Cheetah. Or the Silver Swan. Circe." It was a list of Wonder Woman's most dangerous foes. "Just not to regular schmucks like us, huh?"
The Neutralizer continued, "Well, she doesn't think we can take her down, does she? And you don't think we can take her down, do you?" He released his hold on Steve's head, and backed off a step.
"No," replied Steve.
The Neutralizer pointed the gun at Steve. "We'll take her out. We know she's coming here, right on schedule. And when she does, we'll have a little surprise waiting for the big, bad Wonder Woman."
The Wizard and the other gathered minions laughed.
At almost the same time, Wonder Woman had found the location of the factory, and descended from the skies to a nearby entrance. She quickly made her way inside, noting the movement of the close-circuit cameras as they tracked her.
"This Neutralizer is prepared for my arrival. As expected, this is a trap. But they cannot possibly stop me!" Wonder Woman was the most powerful woman in the world. No man could defeat her.
As she made her way through the factory, the Wizard gloated as he watched the feed from the cameras, "She's now in zone five!"
The Neutralizer rubbed his hands eagerly. "And now we'll let the fun begin! Send some of the boys out. Let's see how tough this... 'Wonder Woman' really is."
As Wonder Woman walked through a darkened room, the lights suddenly came on. She shifted immediately to a fighting stance, ready for anything that could come her way.
"Well, well, who decided to pay us a visit?" The Neutralizer's voice spoke over the PA system. "Just walking right through our front door, not even bothering with the element of surprise."
She straightened up, standing proudly, showing her lack of fear against these thugs. "Oh, I think you'll find I have a few surprises for you." She stared resolutely at one of the cameras, knowing they were looking at her. "Very unpleasant ones."
The Amazing Amazon asked, "Where is Steve Trevor?"
"What if I told you he was sitting on a cold slab, would it make you unhappy, Wonder Woman?"
"If you hurt him, I swear you'll pay," vowed the fearless Princess of Power.
"Oooh, touchy, isn't she?" teased the Neutralizer. "You two don't have a thing for each other, do you? Steve Trevor gets the quality time with you oh most magnificent Wonder Woman."
"It'll be my pleasure teaching you creeps a lesson," declared Wonder Woman.
"Oh, let's see... a lesson is it? Well, here's the first class!" Out of the dark three thugs appeared.
Wonder Woman adopted her power pose, placing her fists on her hips, every inch the proud, invincible superheroine. "I suggest you step aside."
The men flanked her, and attacked without warning. They were no match for her skills though, and she barely broke a sweat beating them down and tossing them with ease around the room. Within moments the three thugs were unconscious on the ground.
"You're next!" Wonder Woman moved on, certain she was close to her quarry.
Within moments, Wizard reported from watching the cameras, "Wonder Woman will be here soon!"
The Neutralizer surveyed his surroundings. Steve Trevor was still tied to his chair, this time gagged with tape to prevent him from warning Wonder Woman. The Neutralizer's remaining minions gathered round, ready to obey their boss.
The Neutralizer pointed at his men. "Gentlemen, it's game time."
Two thugs stepped up, their stances and limbs belying the extensive martial arts training they had received, as well as the experimental steroid enhancers that should enable them to fight on a more even footing with even a superpowered Amazon like Wonder Woman.
As expected, Wonder Woman soon burst through the door of the basement room, and strode in, filled with confidence and grace. She faced the Neutralizer and his men, who stood between her and the tied-up Steve Trevor. Her keen eyes noted the seemingly nonchalance of the villains, as though they fully expected to defeat her, and she scoffed inwardly. Mere mortal men had no chance against her.
"This ends now." She stated boldly.
Oh, you're so right about that, lady," replied the Neutralizer. "So very, very right." The two thugs took up positions facing her, taking up combat stances, their eyes hard with determination.
They moved to attack Diana in tandem with each other in seemingly bewildering patterns. Wonder Woman's keen eyes, quick reflexes, and honed skills enabled her to avoid most of their attacks, though one of them managed to get in a good punch.
Wonder Woman barely felt the blow, but it spurred her into a counteroffensive. With a few well-placed blows, the Champion of All Women took down the two thugs, despite the Neutralizer's imploring them to fight harder. Within the space of ten seconds, they were flat on the ground, unconscious from her expert strikes.
In the meantime, the Neutralizer had not been idle. He had used the time to grab the disrupter, and aimed it at the Amazing Amazon, waiting for his men to get clear.
Wonder Woman, having beaten down the two men, adopted a fighting stance against the Neutralizer, ready to deflect any attacks from his weapon.
"End of the line, lady," growled the Neutralizer as he triggered the disrupter.
A stream of intense energy flowed from the disrupter into Wonder Woman, somehow bypassing the defenses of her invincible bracelets and inflicting incredible pain on her, making her cry out in agony. She fell to her knees, weakened.
Seeing her in such distress, Steve struggled even harder against the ropes tying him down, but to no avail.
The Neutralizer pressed down on the trigger of the disrupter, intent on punishing the mightiest superheroine in the world. He knew his weapon was working, and he smiled grimly in satisfaction. The Amazon bitch was his!
Despite the debilitating energies pouring into her, Wonder Woman refused to give up. She rallied bravely, trying to get up from her knees, but another wave of intense agony swept through her, the beam blasting right between her proud breasts into her very heart. She fell backwards, her vision growing dim as she lost consciousness.
Steve hung his head in despair, shaking it sadly in disbelief.
Wonder Woman was finally vanquished. Not by superhuman foes or creatures from ancient myths, but by mere mortal men.
"What a pretty sight." The Neutralizer finally let go of the trigger, holding up the disrupter as he admired his work.
The mighty Wonder Woman lay on the ground, prostrate and unconscious. Her beautiful body, adorned in her signature red, white, and blue costume, lay motionless under the harsh fluorescent light of the warehouse. Her unbreakable bracelets gleamed on her wrists, mockingly useless. Her golden tiara glistened upon her brow, as though weeping tears of helplessness. Her iconic bustier hugged her bosom tightly, accentuating her full figure while simultaneously betraying her weakened state.
Wonder Woman lay supine, vulnerable, and utterly defeated. Her once mighty muscles trembled feebly beneath her sleek, star-spangled bodice as she writhed on the damp, cold floor. The unassailable princess of paradise island had been brought low by mere mortal men, reduced to a limp ragdoll, lying prone on the dirty concrete floor.
Her once majestic posture was replaced by a crumpled heap, her muscular legs twitching faintly. The air around her crackled with an ethereal hum as her fading aura left her exhausted body. The sheer force of the energy pulses emanating from the Disruptor had drained her strength and stamina, leaving her depleted and subdued.
The radiance that once enveloped her now dissipated, and her previously shimmering aura was now a pale shadow of its former luminescence. The radiant glow of her divine presence had vanished, replaced by the dull pallor of vulnerability. Wonder Woman's chest heaved as she inhaled laboriously, her breathing shallow and uneven.
Her once invincible armor now clung to her skin, damp with perspiration and exertion. Each breath was agonizing, her lungs struggling to fill with much needed oxygen. Her entire body ached with fatigue, her muscles screaming from the brutal assault of the relentless barrage unleashed on her by the disrupter.
"I think it's time I joined the fun." The Neutralizer, a smug grin plastered across his face, strolled casually toward Wonder Woman's limp form. His boots echoed loudly on the concrete floor as he approached his conquered prey.
His smirk broadened, reveling in the sight of the fallen goddess. The two thugs picked themselves off the floor and stood on either side of the defeated Amazon, while Wizard followed behind him, rubbing his hands in gleeful victory.
Although unconscious, Wonder Woman still struggled to regain consciousness, her head rolling slightly from side to side in an effort to escape from the dire peril she was in. It was as though she knew how much danger she was in.
It was no use. The Neutralizer stood over her, pointed the disrupter at her helpless form, and gloated, "Sweet dreams, superhero."
He unleashed another sustained blast into her body. Wonder Woman moaned softly, her struggles weakening until she was completely motionless, at the mercy of these evil men. Steve continued to struggle futilely against his ropes, knowing he was powerless to do anything but not willing to just sit there and watch the Amazon be defeated.
The Neutralizer stopped firing the disrupter, and raised it over his shoulder, gleefully taunting the unconscious princess. "Not so cocky now, are you now... Wonder Woman?"
He reached into a pocket and took out a mobile phone. He pressed a button to call World Inc.
The call was picked up on the third ring. Victor Cruze asked, "How was it?"
The Neutralizer smiled, "Sir, your package is ready for pickup."
Victor Cruze's smile could be heard even over the phone. "That's great to hear. Job well done, my money is well spent." He paused, then continued. "And remember, I want her undamaged."
The Neutralizer replied, "No worries. The Amazon will be in one piece."
Victor put down his phone, considering all the ways he could humiliate and destroy Wonder Woman. He couldn't wait to have her in his clutches; the possibilities were endless. He wanted nothing more than to crush her spirit, to strip away her pride and leave her broken and desperate. He fantasized about torturing her, humiliating her, making her beg for mercy. He envisioned her being forced to perform degrading acts, to surrender everything she held dear in order to save herself.
Victor sat back in his chair, smiling slyly.
Meanwhile the Neutralizer and his men looked down at the helpless form of the Amazing Amazon, admiring her perfect body and imagining the humiliation she would endure. Clad in her iconic red, white, and blue costume, Wonder Woman's exquisite body lay motionless on the cold concrete floor. Her once glorious form was now devoid of its usual radiance, stripped of life and vigor.
Her enemies stood over her inert form, gloating over their victory. Their eyes greedily roved over her sensual curves, tracing her slender neck down to her perfectly sculpted torso.
They lingered on her enticing cleavage, nestled within the confines of her form-fitting breastplate. Their lecherous gaze slid lower, skimming along her toned waist and abdomen, pausing on her taut thighs and calves. Wonder Woman's once pristine uniform was now marred by streaks of dirt and grime, muddying the purity of her regal colors.
"Bring her to the interrogation room," ordered the Neutralizer. "We still have some time before transporting her to World Inc. I have some things I wanna try out."
Two days later, Wonder Woman's disappearance was finally noticed, and despite frantic searches by the police and the government, their efforts were fruitless.
The mighty Amazon Princess was tied to a table by her own lasso of truth. The disruptor had so drained her energies that she was still unconscious even after two days. Nevertheless, the Wizard had informed the Neutralizer that she should be regaining consciousness soon. The Neutralizer sauntered over to the hapless heroine, while Steve Trevor was still tied to a chair several meters away.
The villain leaned over the Princess of Power, and pulled lightly on the lasso binding her to the table.
"Wakey wakey..."
The words seemed to penetrate to Wonder Woman's consciousness, forcing her to stir from her forced slumber. She seemed to realize her predicament immediately, and started weakly tugging at the lasso binding her.
"Now, now, not too much energy," warned the Neutralizer as he sat down next to the prone superheroine. He gestured to the lasso with a tilt of his head, "That's a wonderful little toy you have here, Wonder Woman. I hear that anybody bound in it must tell the absolute truth." He paused dramatically, then continued. "Even you."
"Yes," replied Wonder Woman weakly, her voice devoid of the strength and authority she usually displayed.
"Ah, good. So let us begin." He wait for a heartbeat, then asked, "What is the most frightening question I can ask you?"
The Amazon turned her head away from him, trying to resist the power of the lasso, but her effort was futile. Her lips parted, and she revealed, "About... my... my secret identity." She breathed heavily, trying to regain her strength.
"What?" The Neutralizer was taken aback. "That's no fun! You've got to have better secrets than that... don't you?" He pressed on. "So let's start with your weaknesses. How can I take your powers completely away without using Wizard's gizmo all the time?"
"I..." she struggled to come up with an answer. "...I don't know."
"What... that's not much fun!" The Neutralizer griped. He mused to himself, "Maybe we can get Wizard to figure out a way we can safely power you down... permanently." He inched his face closer to Wonder Woman. "So... what's this I hear, about you having a secret identity? Something you do when you're not in your Wonder Woman outfit? And playing 'Tell the truth' with all the bad guys?"
"Yes..." she murmured in response.
"Ahhh... it makes sense, I guess. Since going around in this getup you can hardly stay unnoticed." He then asked in excited anticipation. "So tell me, has anyone ever tried to get you to divulge your secret identity before?"
"No. No one."
The watching Steve Trevor seethed, and commented, "What a sick, pathetic loser. You think this makes you a big man? You think this makes up for a whole life of being a big zero?"
The Neutralizer stood up, glaring at Steve for a few moments, before smiling suddenly and leaning back down to the helpless heroine, as though unconcerned by Steve's insults. After all, he held all the cards. What did he have to fear from them? A few insults were all they could muster.
He asked her, "Now then, I want you to tell me, Wonder Woman, and remember, as they say, resistance is futile! I want you to tell me, what is this secret identity that you're so anxious to protect?"
"No..." Wonder Woman moaned as she tried to resist the power of the lasso, but as the Neutralizer had said, it was a futile effort. "My... my name is Diana... Diana Prince."
Steve stared at Wonder Woman in shock at her revelation, while the Neutralizer exclaimed, "What? Stevie boy didn't know? You never... you never told him your little secret hero girl?"
Steve hung his head, stunned, his mind racing through his memories. All the time they had spent together... and he didn't know!
The Neutralizer seemed to relish the shock of the revelation. "Ah well, tell me, Diana Prince, what do you do for a living?"
"I'm an agent... a field agent... with the CIA..."
"And tell me, Agent Prince. How does it feel, to be a prisoner, for the rest of your life?" The Neutralizer gloated, expecting her to succumb to despair and hopelessness.
"Not... going to happen," whispered Wonder Woman defiantly.
"What? What did you say?" The Neutralizer was astounded by her willpower. Even in such a hopeless situation, the Amazing Amazon refused to give up.
"I think you're scum... and you're going to lose..." Wonder Woman seemed to be regaining her vigor and energy with each passing moment.
"Huh?" scoffed the Neutralizer. "Lose? To you? We busted you like a rank amateur. Your superhero days are over, lady."
She looked him in the eye. "Don't count on it."
"So we're gonna need another lesson here." said the Neutralizer, his tone menacing. "Well, tell me, you are afraid of me, aren't you?"
She retorted, "You've got to be kidding me." Then she spat into his face.
The Neutralizer stumbled back, angry at her defiance. He pulled out the disrupter, and pointed it at her. "That's it, Wonder Babe. Maybe another little dose of this will make you reconsider your smart mouth." He fired the disrupter right at her gorgeous body, racking the Champion of all Women with pain as she writhed helplessly in her bondage.
Small shrieks of agony escaped her despite her best efforts to hold back from screaming. It was not long before the Neutralizer stopped firing as Wonder Woman fell unconscious again.
Diana, Princess of the Amazons, found herself walking the peaceful paths through the forests of Themyscira, flanked by lush green foliage and blooming flowers. She stretched out her hands and felt the light caress of the leaves as they brushed through her fingers.
She was clad in the normal everyday attire of an amazon - a simple but tasteful purple dress, leather sandals on her feet. She walked through the idyllic forest, enjoying the sensation of the gentle sun on her skin and the beauty that surrounded her.
Truly, Themyscira deserved its moniker as Paradise Island. She smiled, it had been a while since she had returned to her homeland. She stopped, and took a deep breath, the scent of the flowers filling her nostrils, the cool breeze ruffling her long black hair. It was good to be home.
"You can't stay here, Diana," said a familiar voice.
The Princess turned to see her mother, Queen Hippolyta, looked at her fondly. "Mother!" She rushed to embrace her mother in a deep hug, relishing the safety and warmth of her arms.
Diana drew back, and asked, "Is this a dream?"
Hippolyta's eyes were wise and knowing. "A certain kind of dream, daughter. One that we have in time of need."
Diana suddenly looked pensive, and she turned away, drawing a look of concern from Hippolyta. "Diana?"
She turned to look at her mother. "Part of me doesn't want to leave here. Doesn't want to leave you."
"I know daughter, I know," Hippolyta's tone was kind and understanding. "But you were sent from Themyscira to fight for justice."
Diana looked down, still pensive and worried. "The man I'm fighting... he knows how to take my powers from me, and I don't know how to get them back."
Hippolyta smiled gently, and stepped forward to take one of Diana's hands. "No daughter. Your greatest power is something he can never take away." She placed a hand on Diana's chest. "Your greatest strength is within you."
"True power lies in the spirit," said Hippolyta resolutely. "That is why we sent you, alone, of all the Amazons to Man's World."
Diana thought for a while, then replied, "Something they will never understand. All they know is force. To them, the spirit is alien."
Hippolyta nodded proudly. "And that is their greatest weakness."
After a few moments, Hippolyta continued, "You must go, daughter."
"I know," replied Diana. She embraced her mother in another hug.
When Diana withdrew from the embrace, she was clad in her famous red, blue, and gold outfit. She was Wonder Woman again.
She stepped away, then flung herself into the air. As she did so, she heard her mother's final message.
"Go daughter. Fight for justice."
Wonder Woman stirred as she regained consciousness from her dream. She found herself tied to a chair this time, still bound with her own lasso of truth. Her strength was slowly returning, not completely yet, but a few more moments should do it.
"That why you know I always get my man," boasted the Neutralizer, "Or in this case, woman!" He chuckled. "That's why they paid me. Yes, very well." It seemed he was on the phone, his back facing them.
Diana exchanged glances with Steve, and they quickly tacitly agreed to hide her regained strength from the Neutralizer.
As the villain turned back to her, Wonder Woman lowered her head and pretended to still be on the verge of unconsciousness.
The Neutralizer leaned down next to her. "There's something you need to understand. And that is, you're not going anywhere. Do you get that?"
She whispered softly, "I get it." Then she smiled, "And you're still pathetic."
"What the hell?" The Neutralizer was confused. "This rope supposed to... this thing sucks. It's supposed to make you tell the truth!"
"It did," replied Wonder Woman, sarcasm clear in her voice.
Steve laughed quietly at the Neutralizer's antics. When the villain looked at him, Steve explained, "You're not very bright as criminal masterminds go, are you? It's just not working out, buddy." Steve smirked. "I mean, you're not the most intimidating bad guy around, you know?"
The Neutralizer swung a vicious punch into Steve's chest, drawing a pained grunt. Steve choked a bit, trying to draw breath back into his lungs.
"Shut your mouth, Agent Trevor, or I'll weld it shut for you." The Neutralizer turned back to Wonder Woman. "You still don't think I've beaten you, do you?"
He exuded menace as he approached Wonder Woman. "You still don't realize this is the end of the road?"
Diana glared at him, "No, I don't."
"So tell me," sneered the Neutralizer, "what makes you so sure?"
Wonder Woman took a deep breath before replying, "Your will is so weak. Your heart is empty. It's just... just pitiful."
The Neutralizer gritted his teeth. "So you think... you can still beat me... even now?"
"Yes," it was only a whisper, but her conviction was clear.
"I'm going to get a gun," snarled the Neutralizer, "I'm going to put it in your boyfriend's mouth, and I'm going to blow his brains out. Now, would you like me to do that?"
"No..." admitted the Amazing Amazon.
"Then, all you have to do, is admit that I've beaten you." The Neutralizer sounded gleeful, confident in his inevitable victory. "And that I'm better than you. To save him, wouldn't the great and gallant Wonder Woman say anything?"
The Amazon Princess glared at him, then said, "Yes."
"Ah, that's a good girl," said the villain with satisfaction. "Now I can release your little Stevie, right here, right now, if you'll promise to obey me." He used a hand to tilt her chin up, looking at her in the eyes. "Will you obey me?"
Wonder Woman took a deep breath, then replied reluctantly, "Yes."
Steve Trevor lowered his head in disappointment.
The Neutralizer smiled as Wonder Woman moved her head away from his tough, obscuring her gorgeous face behind her ebony locks of hair, "That's a good girl." He stared at her, then said, "Now, I think I will kill him. After I torture the both of you. We'll find out what sort of fantasies he has, about you."
This was the critical moment. In another world, the Neutralizer was over-confident and removed the lasso of truth wrapped around Wonder Woman, enabling her to fight back successfully against the villain to free herself and Steve Trevor.
In this world, however, the Neutralizer was more careful. He picked up the disrupter and aimed it at her. Knowing that she would not be able to escape if he blasted her with it, Wonder Woman tried to break free of her bonds, but the lasso of truth held her fast.
The blast ripped through her defenseless body, sending waves of excruciating pain coursing through her veins. With every pulse of her failing heart, her life essence leaked away, leaving Wonder Woman weakened and vulnerable. Her skin lost its customary luster, the color draining from her cheeks as she slipped deeper into the throes of defeat. Her muscles twitched involuntarily, straining against the bonds that imprisoned her.
Once again, the Amazon Princess succumbed to the power of the disrupter and fell unconscious. Only the slight rise and fall of her chest indicated she was still alive.
The Neutralizer was not pleased. He only meant to weaken her, not drive her into unconsciousness. The disrupter was just too powerful.
Thankfully, Wizard was already working on a solution before delivering the helpless Wonder Woman to World Inc.
"Ah, whatever!" The Neutralizer groused as he called for his men to take the unconscious Amazon away. As for Steve Trevor...
He smiled. Killing the agent was too simple. If he played it right, Steve Trevor could be very useful indeed.
He went to the Wizard, and said, " Put a microbomb in the back of his skull. You know, the one we use for drug mules to shut them up when they get caught? Then we also tell Stevie boy Wonder Woman will die if he doesn't play ball."
"He'll have no choice but to do as we say." The villain already anticipated all the ways a CIA agent could be useful. And once they had wrung Steve Trevor dry, they would just reveal his identity as a double agent to the government, exposing him and removing him as a threat forever.
Then the Neutralizer changed the subject. "How about Wonder Woman? Have you found a way to remove her powers permanently?"
The Wizard smirked. "Yes! It'd be ready be a few days."
The Neutralizer smiled. "Then I'll arrange for the delivery to World Inc. Too bad I can't play with her much longer. But oh well, the money's too good." The Neutralizer shrugged, dismissing any lingering regrets.
Several days later...
Wonder Woman opened her eyes, finding herself lying on a soft bed in a dingy room. She looked around, noting the plain walls, the single window that provided the only source of light, and a single metal door.
Her limbs were tied to the bedposts with mere cloth, preventing her from moving. Wonder Woman strained against her bonds, but the cloth held firm. They had somehow found a way to strip her of her powers and render her helpless. Thankfully, she was still clad in her Wonder Woman costume.
Diana tried to focus her mind and will, attempting to summon the divine might that resided within her. But alas, whatever had been used on her had effectively erased her connection to the gods, leaving her as mortal as any other human.
The Amazing Amazon lay there, feeling the weight of her vulnerability pressing down upon her. Wonder Woman knew that they planned to defile her, to violate her in unspeakable ways. She braced herself for the impending assault, determined to resist until the bitter end. Her spirit was unbreakable, she would never give in!
The door opened, and Victor Cruze entered the room. He wore a smug grin on his face as he eyed Wonder Woman lying on the bed. He strutted confidently towards her, his eyes locked onto her curvaceous form. His lustful gaze roamed over her full breasts, accentuated by the tight-fitting bodice of her costume. He allowed his gaze to linger on her tantalizing cleavage before continuing his perusal.
His eyes trailed downwards, taking in her flat stomach and toned legs that seemed to stretch on endlessly beneath the short skirt of her outfit.
Victor's salacious gaze bore into hers, filled with anticipation and hunger. "Hello, Wonder Woman," he purred, "you're quite the sight to behold."
She remained silent, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of hearing her voice. Instead, she stared back at him with cold fury, her eyes burning with an inner fire that he couldn't extinguish. Despite her current state, Wonder Woman refused to surrender her spirit to the likes of Victor Cruze.
Victor's smile widened, showing off his perfect white teeth. "You must be wondering how we managed to remove your powers. The collar you're wearing - Wizard came up with it. It saps your divine energies and runs off them, so it doesn't need recharging either. It's also very durable, so don't get any ideas about breaking it to get your powers back." He grinned. "You're all mine now, Wonder Woman."
She glared at him, defying him with her icy stare. Her lips curled into a contemptuous sneer. "Never."
"Oh, but you are." He reached out a finger, tracing the line of her jaw, his touch sending a wave of revulsion through her. "We've worked hard to make you ours."
"You'll never win," she insisted fiercely. "I won't allow it."
Victor Cruze merely chuckled, running a hand along her thigh. "Fight all you want, but in the end, you'll learn to love it."
He leaned in close, his hot breath against her ear. "We're going to make you our personal plaything – an object of pleasure, a slave to our desires. You'll learn to enjoy it, Wonder Woman."
She struggled against her restraints, her muscles knotting with determination. She refused to submit. Not to these creeps. Not to this lowlife. Wonder Woman shook her head, struggling against her restraints. The tight fabric of the cloth bindings cut into her skin, creating small lacerations that bled freely.
"Fight all you want," taunted Victor. "But in the end, you'll learn to love it." He continued to run his fingers across her body, savoring the feeling of her silky skin against his fingertips. Having the most powerful and beautiful woman in the world helpless under his control was intoxicating.
Victor's fingers traced over Wonder Woman's skin, feeling the heat and trembling beneath her calm exterior. He wanted her to react, to scream or beg, but instead Wonder Woman remained stoically silent, her resolve unwavering.
"Why are you doing this?" she finally asked him, her voice steady but tinged with sadness. "You're a villain, yes, but there's no reason for the depths of depravity you plan to explore."
Victor smiled cruelly. "Because I can, Wonder Woman. That's all the reason I need." Victor Cruze leaned closer, his face inches away from hers. "And because I can, I'm going to enjoy every second of this."
His hands slid upwards, cupping her breasts through her red bustier, squeezing them gently. Victor reveled in the feeling of Wonder Woman's ample bosom beneath his palms. They were a magnificent work of art, and he took pride in being the first to possess them. He squeezed her tits harder, loving their firmness, their texture, their weight; they were simply exquisite. Each squeeze made him feel the passion of his predatory instincts, igniting an inferno within him.
"Get your hands off me." Wonder Woman's voice was cold and stern, devoid of emotion.
"Oh, but why would I do that darling?" Victor asked, caressing her breast tenderly. "You're such a wonderful toy, after all."
Wonder Woman suppressed a groan as he pressed his hand against her crotch, his fingers pressing into her folds. Her pussy was slick with arousal, which disgusted her. Despite her best efforts, her body was reacting to Victor's touch. She could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs, and she hated herself for it. No matter how much she resisted, her body betrayed her.
"I'm sure you're eager to feel me inside you," Victor teased, slipping a finger past her protective panties. "After all, you're nothing more than a slut now, aren't you?"
"Never," replied Wonder Woman. "I'll never let you win." She was the Champion of the Amazons, her spirit would never yield.
"Such defiance," murmured Victor, his voice dripping with lust. "Such resistance." He moved his hand lower, sliding it beneath her skirt and along her inner thigh. Wonder Woman's breath hitched slightly, and he knew she was aroused. She was a warrior, trained to withstand physical pain and psychological torment, but she was still a woman. Her body responded to his touch, betraying her fierce resolve.
"Look at you, squirming under my touch," he whispered, his breath warm against her neck. "Even without your powers, you're still incredibly desirable." He caressed her inner thigh, feeling the muscle quiver beneath his fingers. "Such a strong, powerful woman - and yet, so helpless."
Wonder Woman glared at him, her eyes narrowed, her jaw set. "You may have stripped me of my powers, but my spirit remains strong."
"We'll see," replied Victor, his voice thick with lust. "But soon, my dear Wonder Woman, you'll be begging for mercy."
She shook her head, refusing to believe his words. "You can't break me," she growled, "I am Wonder Woman, the Champion of the Amazons. My spirit will never yield."
"Perhaps," mused Victor, his fingers tracing the curves of her body. "But you're still a woman beneath those spandex threads." He paused, admiring her flawless flesh, then added, "And we both know how much women crave pleasure."
Her heart raced at his words, but she forced herself to remain calm. He was trying to break her spirit, to reduce her to a whimpering shell of her former self. But Wonder Woman would not allow it. She was a strong, resilient woman. She would endure whatever he threw at her, and emerge triumphant.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked Victor, her voice barely audible. "Do you truly wish to descend into such darkness?"
Victor smiled wickedly, his eyes shining with excitement. "Of course, Wonder Woman. Ever since you beat up on me, I've wanted to get my revenge. I've fantasized about getting you where you're most vulnerable, stripping you of your armor and making you submit to my desires. Now, I finally have you where I want you."
She didn't respond to his gloating, but instead kept glaring at him, hatred burning in her eyes.
"I suppose you're thinking I'm a monster," he said, stroking her cheek with a tenderness that belied his true intentions. "Well, maybe I am. But consider this: you were taken down easily enough. So stop being so difficult, eh?"
Wonder Woman did not reply, but rather lifted her head defiantly. "You may have me at the moment, but remember that I am still Wonder Woman."
"I'm sure you believe that," mocked Victor, running his thumb along her jawline. "But right now, you're just a woman bound to a bed, about to experience pleasures you've never known."
She closed her eyes tightly, attempting to block out his words. She refused to acknowledge the humiliation he was causing her. Her eyes burned with anger, her lips pursed in a grim line. She felt dirty, violated, and utterly defeated. Yet despite the overwhelming sense of despair, Wonder Woman refused to let him see her weakness.
She knew that her spirit could not be broken, that her indomitable will would carry her through even the darkest times. She would endure whatever he threw at her, and ultimately triumph over her captor.
"What else can you do?" she challenged, meeting his gaze directly. "You've taken my powers, but you haven't taken my spirit. Break my body, and even then you'll not claim true victory."
Victor Cruze's eyes darkened at her words, the fire of determination sparking within them. "Very well," he replied, stepping back. "We shall see whether your spirit is really so strong."
He took off his clothes, revealing his naked, hard body. His muscular arms and chest rippled with power, and his erection stood tall and proud. Wonder Woman's eyes widened in shock, and for a brief moment, her composure faltered. However, she quickly recovered, her expression hardening into a mask of defiance.
"Is this what you want?" she asked, gesturing at his erect cock. "To prove yourself a man by violating a helpless woman?"
Victor Cruze smiled, his gaze raking over her stunning form. "You misunderstand me, Wonder Woman. I'm not interested in proving myself a man." Victor replied coolly, his gaze appraising her lush figure. "Rather, I seek to humble you, Wonder Woman. To strip you of your dignity and leave you a quivering mass of fear and shame."
"Is that what gets you off?" she spat derisively. "Humiliating others?"
A cruel smile spread across Victor's face. "Indeed," he confessed darkly. "I derive immense pleasure from seeing those who tower above me brought low. Like you, Wonder Woman. I've fantasized about conquering you." Victor Cruze stepped closer, his eyes locked on Wonder Woman's face. "I've dreamed of dominating you, forcing you to serve my whims."
Her heart pounded in her chest, but her expression remained resolute. "You'll never succeed," she muttered, her voice shaking slightly. "I won't let you degrade me."
He smiled, enjoying her struggle. "Perhaps you won't let me, but your body will submit eventually." Victor smirked, his eyes glittering with malicious intent. "Every woman does, sooner or later."
Wonder Woman refused to respond, focusing on maintaining her composure. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath his gaze, her vagina growing slick with arousal. Despite her best efforts, her body was responding to Victor's touch.
He moved to lay beside her on the bed, running his hands sensuously over her body. His fingers danced lightly across her skin, exploring every curve and contour. Wonder Woman bit her lip, her breathing becoming ragged as the sensation became increasingly pleasurable.
"See," Victor murmured softly, "your body betrays you." He traced a path down her side, his touch deliberate and unhurried. "You're aroused by me, Wonder Woman."
She attempted to deny it, but the evidence was overwhelming. Her nipples were erect, her pussy swollen and damp.
She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and her breath coming in shallow gasps. Victor's eyes gleamed with pleasure as he watched her reaction to his touch.
"Admit it, Wonder Woman," he whispered in her ear, his breath feathering against her sensitive skin. "You're aroused by me."
She shook her head, trying to refute his claims. "No," she ground out, the word cracking in her throat.
Victor smiled, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. "I'm going to fuck you, Wonder Woman." His voice was a hushed whisper, heavy with the promise of carnal pleasure. "I'm going to fill you up and make you moan my name."
"Never," she ground out. "I'll never submit to you."
He stroked her vulnerable clit through the thin fabric of her costume, watching her bite her lip to suppress a moan. "Your body says otherwise, but I'll help you open up." He pulled her panties to one side, revealing her neatly trimmed bush and pink, engorged labia. "Bet you're dying to feel my big dick inside you, huh?"
Wonder Woman shifted uncomfortably, but remained steadfastly silent. Victor laughed, enjoying her discomfort. "I'm going to fuck you while you're wearing your Wonder Woman costume. I mean, without it you're just another bitch."
He smiled maliciously. "It's much more satisfying to rape you in your full costume. Champion of All Women indeed!" Victor scoffed, his eyes dancing with delight. "With this collar on, all you are is a mere mortal, like everyone else. You're just a helpless little bitch, ripe for the fucking."
Wonder Woman grit her teeth, fighting against the urge to cry out in frustration. She was supposed to be invincible, untouchable. Instead, she was trapped in the clutches of a twisted villain, unable to defend herself.
The thought of being raped sent a chill down her spine as she writhed on the bed, silently pleading for release.
Victor tapped his massive erection on her vulnerable labia, teasing her but not inserting it in yet.
"Ready to beg for mercy?" Victor Cruze taunted, his tone laden with arrogance.
Wonder Woman stared at him defiantly, her expression masking the turmoil raging within her. She fought desperately to maintain her composure, to keep her voice steady and unwavering. "Do your worst, villain," she croaked, her voice barely audible. "You will not win."
Victor's laughter echoed in the dimly lit room, filling the air with his jubilance. He reveled in the fact that Wonder Woman, the mighty Amazon Princess, was at his mercy.
Her formidable strength, her radiant beauty, even her renowned indomitable spirit were rendered null and void. Her costume, the emblematic symbol of her unparalleled courage and tenacity, was rendered irrelevant, and even added to her humiliation, that she would be so defiled in her sacred Amazon armor.
The idea of Wonder Woman, the unconquerable heroine, debased in such a manner sent shivers down Victor's spine.
"I'm going to enter you now," he declared, his voice a hushed whisper, heavy with the promise of carnal pleasure. "I'm going to show you what it feels like to be dominated by a man."
Wonder Woman's eyes narrowed, but she remained silent, biting her lip to prevent a moan from escaping. She refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was affecting her so deeply.
Wonder Woman steeled herself, preparing herself for the inevitable violation. Her heart hammered in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her veins, fueling her determination to resist.
Victor started to slide into her, his huge member stretching her entrance wide. Wonder Woman's body recoiled instinctively, but she clamped down on her own willpower, refusing to let her natural reactions control her. The intrusion hurt, but she bit her lip and swallowed the cry of pain rising in her throat.
Victor's smug smile turned sinister as he pushed in bit by bit, his length slowly vanishing into her tight confines, savoring his victory over the once-invincible Princess of Power.
Wonder Woman felt him plunge deep within her, the unfamiliar sensation of being penetrated driving spikes of agony through her core. The violation felt wrong, unnatural - she was Wonder Woman, the Champion of the Amazons, not someone's plaything.
"No, this is wrong," she muttered in disbelief. "This wasn't supposed to happen. I am Wonder Woman! No man can conquer me!"
But Victor's member pushing inside her was all too real, and all too painful, forcing the Amazing Amazon to acknowledge the reality of her plight.
Wonder Woman began to breathe heavily, her nostrils flaring as she sought to regain control over her escalating panic. She could hear the blood rushing through her ears, drowning out the sounds of her abuser grunting and moaning above her.
When Princess Diana won the contest on Themyscira and was chosen to fight for truth and justice in Man's World as Wonder Woman, she had thought herself prepared for whatever depravity she would face.
But this was beyond anything she had ever imagined. She was Wonder Woman, the Champion of All Women, the epitome of feminine power. How could she allow herself to be reduced to a mere object of pleasure for a vile creature like Victor Cruze?
How could she permit him to desecrate her, to plunder her sacred purity? Such a profane violation was inconceivable, a horrendous affront to the essence of what it meant to be Wonder Woman. Yet here she was, subjugated, impaled upon the monstrous phallus of her enemy. The once-glorious champion of justice, reduced to a mere vessel for the malevolent desires of a perverse fiend.
Victor's inexorable advance paused when he reached her hymen, the barrier that had held for centuries, protecting the purity of this goddess among mortals. He could feel her tightening around him, the muscles constricting in an attempt to expel the invader and defend her final bastion of chastity.
"You're a virgin," he gasped, marveling at the irony. "The mighty Wonder Woman, undefiled until now."
"You must get out of me. My purity is not for evil men such as you to claim." Wonder Woman snarled, tears welling up in her eyes.
Victor smirked, his cock throbbing inside her. "Not yet, anyway." He held his position, enjoying the shame and humiliation he was inflicting on the Amazing Amazon.
"How does it feel, Wonder Woman, to have a man inside you, about to take your purity?" Victor taunted, his tone laden with arrogance. "Are you ready to beg for mercy?"
Wonder Woman looked up at Victor, her eyes filled with defiance. "I will never beg for mercy," she hissed through gritted teeth. "I am Wonder Woman. My will is stronger than you can imagine."
Victor's eyes narrowed at her words, his grip tightening on her hips. "So be it," he rasped, his voice a guttural growl. "You will suffer for your defiance."
He thrust his pelvis brutally forward, his rock-hard rod breaching the ancient barrier, ripping through her untouched hymen. Wonder Woman grunted in agony and outrage, her pristine maidenhood lost forever.
She could feel the blood trickling down her pubic mound, staining her underwear and seeping onto the sheets below. Despite her best efforts not to shed any tears, a single tear slipped from her eye and flowed down her cheek.
"What's this?" Victor gloated as he saw her tear. "Is the great Wonder Woman crying?" Victor sneered, his cock pulsing within her, relishing the pain and humiliation he was inflicting upon her. "All that big talk about how strong your spirit was... It's just bullshit, isn't it?" Victor sneered, his voice laced with contempt. "All that bravado, invincibility... In the end, you're just like any woman, weak and yielding to a strong man!"
Victor pumped his cock inside her relentlessly, determined to break her spirit, to reduce the mighty Wonder Woman to a whimpering wreck. He wanted to see her cry, to hear her beg for mercy, to watch her surrender completely and become his slave.
He craved to witness her transformation from the invincible Wonder Woman to a pathetic, submissive wretch. Every thrust drove deeper into her womb, violating her in ways she had never experienced before. Wonder Woman tried to hold back her cries, but a few gasps still escaped her lips despite her best efforts. The rough treatment caused her to writhe uncontrollably, her soft moans echoing loudly in the room.
"You're mine now, Wonder Woman," Victor whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending delicious shivers down her spine. "You belong to me." He continued his violation of the Amazon Princess, relishing the tightness of her pussy as it convulsed around his cock, gripping it tightly as if trying to push it further inside her.
Her pussy was simply wonderful, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He felt that she did indeed deserve the title of 'Wonder Woman' based on the sheer perfection of her pussy alone. The way it gripped his cock tightly, almost painfully, yet oh-so-pleasurably. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her muscles contracting around his shaft, almost as if she was trying to expel him from her divine vaginal canal.
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