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Wonder Woman vs the Shadow Warrior
By Author Unknown

Chapter 1

Wonder Woman looked around the room, feeling like an intruder in a
1950s movie. She stood in a bank lobby, watching the customers and
tellers going about their business. What was strange was that the
entire scene was rendered in black and white.

She suppressed the urge to act when the three masked men entered.
She was an observer, this time. The men moved quickly, with the
smooth coordination that comes from practice. The first one
hurled a throwing star into the guard's shoulder. The guard
slumped to the floor, paralyzed by the drugged weapon.

The other two men swarmed the teller's windows, leaping easily
over the counter. They were dressed as ninja, and wielded short,
curving swords. Ninjedo, they were called.

Wonder Woman pressed a button on the remote in her hand, and the
scene froze. Walking over to the ninja in the public area, she
tried to see some details of his face. She thought she could see
a small bulge under his left ear, but it was hard to tell through
the folded black cloth that wrapped across his lower face. She
examined the sword in his hand, noting the engraved dragon on the
blade. The pommel stone looked like it might be tiger-eye, but
without color she couldn't be sure. Stepping away, she set the
scene in motion again.

Suddenly, she saw herself enter the room, also in black and white.
The second Wonder Woman paused for a moment, surveying the room.
The ninja were already moving, headed for separate exits. The
second amazon moved like a blur to intercept the leader, but he
surprised her by springing sideways, using a chair and desk like
stairs, and leaping completely over her head. He crashed through
the glass just above the door, executed a perfect tumbler's roll,
and was moving away.

Wonder Woman moved to the window to watch herself leap after the
man in black, but she could see nothing. Both the ninja and the
second Wonder Woman faded from view a few feet past the door. She
didn't need to see, though. She had been here. She had thrown
her magic lasso at the man, but he had struck it aside with a
sweep of his sword blade. The lasso had caught on the bumper of a
passing bus, and she had been yanked off her feet and dragged down
the block.

Wonder Woman was stronger than the bus, but it had been a simple
matter of physics: Energy equals mass times acceleration. The
bus outweighed her by a thousand times, so she accelerated a
thousand times more than the bus slowed.

By the time she had gotten her lasso loose from the bus, she was
three blocks away, her costume was in tatters, and the ninja had
escaped. She had wanted to pursue, but running through New York,
naked, was not a good idea. Besides, she didn't know where they
had gone. She had hidden in some bushes and attempted a few
repairs. She managed to cover enough of herself that she could
wind-ride home in safety, and get a spare costume. Even so, she
had a few embarrassing scrapes, particularly around her nipples.
They were still tender, 4 hours later.

Her recollections were disturbed by a voice that seemed to come
from everywhere. "Do you want to run through it again, Wonder
Woman, or have you seen enough?" The voice was that of a woman,
Dr. Bertram of the Virtual Creations company.

"Thanks, I've seen enough.", she replied. She was looking for the
"Eject" button, as she had been instructed, but Dr. Bertram was
faster. The room went featureless grey as the system was shut down
from the outside, and then she found herself laying on a padded
couch. Dr. Bertram was taking the helmet off of her head.

"Did you learn anything useful?", she asked, smiling. This was
her baby, and her pleasure was understandable. She had created a
virtual reality simulation of a bank robbery, using only the
bank's security tapes.

"Yes, I did. First, the men never spoke, except for the one who
said "Cyber says, down". And I think they had lookouts we didn't
see. Normally, robbers would want to keep an eye on the doors.
These didn't, yet they knew I was coming. They were heading
towards the doors before I got into the room.

"It's too bad they got away.", the doctor commented. "They could
answer those questions for you, I'm sure."

Wonder Woman smiled at the dark haired woman. Her interest was
more in the technology. She had forgotten that if the men had
been caught, they wouldn't need the answers she sought. She was
only interested in her machines.

Cynthia Bertram was an interesting anomaly: An attractive woman
in her early thirties, a doctor of Neurology, who was also a top
computer expert. If she had been older, or a man, she would have
been celebrated. As it was, she was just unusual.

Cynthia locked up the lab, and walked with Wonder Woman towards
the bus stop, her day at an end. Neither saw the three black clad
men slipping from the shadows behind them as they left the
building.

Wonder Woman had walked perhaps a hundred yards before she noticed
the soft footfalls behind them. She stopped talking to the
doctor, but kept walking. She knew that if she stopped, the
footsteps would also stop. She could fix their locations better
while they were moving.

The Amazing Amazon stepped up her pace just a bit, reaching the
sidewalk and turning towards the nearest building. Ninja garb was
excellent cover under the trees of the Cybernetics center grounds,
but stood out sharply against the white pavement of the sidewalks.
She reached the far side of the building, turned the corner, and
immediately sprang 25 feet straight up, taking the surprised
doctor with her. Alighting on the roof of the low building, she
peeked over the edge of the roof and waited.

Three shadowed figures were gliding down the walk, their footsteps
so quiet she could barely hear them, even when she was listening
for them. These guys were good. She was better.

The first ninja never knew what hit him. She landed directly
behind him, striking him at the base of his neck as she landed.
She felt bone crunch, and knew she had broken his shoulder.
Tough.

The other two reacted with inhuman speed, moving to flank her, so
she couldn't face them both. The first one feinted with his
blade, then attacked, a split second behind his partner. Twin
blades sliced at her, and she couldn't see them both.

Reactions that could outrace a bullet came into play, and both
blades drew sparks as they glanced harmlessly off of her amazon
bracelets. She twisted her left hand, grasping the blade by it's
spine, and pulled. The man, not prepared for this, stumbled
forward, directly into her red boot. The force of her kick,
directly to his midriff, hurled him back against the side of the
building. She heard his head hit red brick, and knew that he was
out. She turned to face her remaining foe, ready to end this
quickly.

The next stage of the battle never materialized. The sidewalk
went all red and blue as the lights of the police cruiser lit up
the area. Before the ninja could react, he found himself covered
by the guns of two police officers.

Wonder Woman relaxed as the ninja lowered his blade. She was fast
enough to block bullets, he wasn't. And, while he knew that she
wouldn't kill him, he knew that the officers would.

"What's up, Wonder Woman?", asked the driver, a slightly chunky
man with flaming red hair, and a freckled, boyish face.

"I can't be sure, but I think we have some bank robbers here. In
any case, they followed me to this alley, with their swords drawn.
That's enough to hold them on until we can get a positive id."

"You're right", commented the second officer as he examined one of
the ninjedo blades. "This thing sure looks longer than six
inches, to me. I think we..". The beefy man stopped in mid
sentence, staring past Wonder Woman.

The amazon spun in place, and found herself facing a woman. A
woman who hadn't been there a moment before, and had arrived
without a sound. She was dressed in black, like the ninja, but
wore no mask. She didn't need one. She either had the most
sophisticated suit of armor Wonder Woman had ever seen, or her
skin was made of some glossy black metal, like smoked iron

"Well", came the deep purr, " I should have known my men couldn't
defeat you. If you want something done right..."

Wonder Woman didn't wait for the sinister woman to finish her
sentence. She sprang forward in a star-spangled blur, striking
with the power of a locomotive at...nothing? The slender woman
had leapt from her position with incredible ease, like a huge cat.

Catching her balance, Wonder Woman spun around, looking for the
metallic maiden. She had cleared the sidewalk and the police car
in a single prodigious bound, and had grabbed the driver.

"Relax, Amazon", she ordered, flexing her fingers around the
throat of the officer. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is
Cyber. I would love to stay and chat, but I have a schedule to
keep. My men and I are leaving, and you are going to do nothing,
or the poor boy will die. So young too. Pity."

Wonder Woman stayed poised, but made no move to advance. She
couldn't endanger the officer's life, but she couldn't let this
titan take him away as a hostage, either. So she waited, watching
for an opening.

"I said relax!", repeated the smoke-colored opponent. Observing
no change in her adversary, she seemed to consider for a moment
before speaking again. "It seems that you need something to
occupy yourself with. You!", she ordered, indicating the other
officer. "Get over there with her. Leave your gun where you are,
walk over there, and face me."

Slowly the officer obeyed, laying his gun on the pavement, then
moving towards the combat-ready heroine.

"Now, Wonder Woman. On your knees.", came the next order. As
Wonder Woman hesitated, the iron maiden clenched her hand
slightly, drawing a strangled cry from the driver. There was no
more hesitation.

"Face the officer, open his trousers, and go to work."

"What do you mean, go to work", asked the amazon adventuress.
Surely she didn't mean...

"Satisfy him. Use your tongue, your lips, your hands, whatever it
takes."

Wonder Woman had no choice. She had to submit, or the hostage
would be killed. With her distaste evident in every move, she
undid the officer's fly, and withdrew his manhood. It was short
and thick, but began to firm up as she handled it. She looked up
at the man's face, only to see him staring down at her with a look
of disbelieving wonder. She worked the man with both hands,
choosing not to place her mouth on it.

"I said, satisfy him. I want to hear it!", came the order.

Wonder Woman, resigned to the situation, placed her lips around
the man's cock, and began to lick. She ran her tongue the length
of his shaft, sucking gently as she went. She felt his hands
tangle in her hair as he thrust forward to meet her ruby-red lips.
He was completely lost in the moment, aware only of the beautiful
woman sucking him off on a public street.

Finally, after several minutes, she felt his body begin to
stiffen, heard the raspy pant of his breathing, and knew he was
about to cum. Pinching the base of his cock with fingers that
could tear steel, she picked up her pace. It wasn't that she
wanted to please this man, she just wanted to get this over with.
Dancing her tongue from the hairy base of his shaft to the salty
tip, she worked him to ecstasy, and beyond. Only her own grip on
his shaft kept him from spraying cum into her mouth, or onto her
face. She had to service him. She didn't have to enjoy it.

As she drew away, she stole a glance at the lecherous loon. Or,
at least, at where she had been. She and her men were gone
without a trace. So was the hostage. Rising to her feet, Wonder
Woman glared at the dazed man in front of her. "Where did they
go?", she demanded.

"Huh?", he replied. "Um, they went down towards the school a few
minutes ago."

"And you didn't tell me? We didn't have to finish that, that,
that...", she sputtered in rage. Then, seeing the look on his
face, she screamed at him in redoubled anger, "You mean you let
them take a hostage, your partner, and get away, just so you could
get a blow job?"

The man looked sheepish, and began to mumble something, but the
Amazing Amazon was already off in pursuit. He would have a story
to tell, if anyone would believe that he had gotten to face-fuck
Wonder Woman herself.

The raven-haired heroine ran like the wind. She could have flown
faster, but might have missed a clue or a track in the dark. As
it was she found the missing officer tied up in the bushes just
outside the high school at the end of the block. His gunbelt was
missing, but he seemed otherwise unharmed. She sent him back to
his partner, with instructions to call for backup. She didn't
trust the other man as far as she could throw.. Well, she didn't
trust him.

Cyber might be silent, but her trail was easy to follow. Who else
would have left such deep, size 5 footprints in the grass, or torn
the locker-room door off it's hinges like this? Wonder Woman
followed.

Pausing beneath a light just outside the locker room, she allowed
her eyes to adjust, so she wouldn't be dazzled inside. Then,
quiet as a breath, she entered.

Cyber stood facing her, twenty feet away, her loose ninja-style
garb swaying slightly in the breeze.

"Looks like you took a wrong turn.", commented the amazon quietly.
"No easy way out."

"Foolish bitch", she spat derisively. "I lead you here so my men
could escape. You are not a challenge, either to fight or to
evade."

"Try me.", came the short reply.

The woman drew a strange looking gun from behind her back, aiming
and firing all in one motion.

Faster than any eye could follow, the Amazon avenger shifted her
stance, blocking the attack with her indestructible bracelets.
The discharge of the weapon struck the unbreakable metal and...
splashed? The gun had fired a short stream of some liquid, thick
oily stuff that splattered all over Wonder Woman.

Holding her breath, Wonder Woman danced to the side, out of the
area, in case there was a gas involved. There wasn't. Cyber was
standing, relaxed, a smile gracing her sculpted iron face, as if
at some huge joke. Slowly, carefully, Wonder Woman took a breath.
The spray had a slightly musky aroma, but otherwise it had no
effect on her.

"If that was supposed to do something, you need to try harder.",
she said, advancing towards the grinning villainess.

Cyber backed away, still smiling as she replied, "Oh, it did do
something. That is a strong pheromone perfume. You have heard of
pheromones, haven't you? Olfactory sex-attractants. And you just
got a strong dose."

Wonder Woman continued her advance, checking herself mentally for
effects. "If you think that goop is going to make me horny or
something, you're dead wrong. You can figure out your mistakes, in
jail." With that, she launched herself at her opponent, ready for
her to try her leap-evade move again.

Again, she missed. Cyber had simply lain down, allowing her own
leap to carry her over the villainess' head. She struck the
swinging doors that had been behind the ferrous felon, and tried
to land on her feet. The oily goo caused her to lose her footing,
and she found herself sitting on her ass, in center court, at a
high-school basketball game. Not the entrance she would have
preferred to make.

The room echoed with silence as all eyes centered upon the
beautiful interruption. The trance was broken by Cyber, who
entered laughing like a madwoman.

"You fool. That pheromone isn't affecting you because it isn't
supposed to. That is a *female* sex-attractant. It works on men."

Wonder Woman looked at the players closest to her, and saw the
look of lust in their eyes. She saw that look spreading to others
in the room, and knew she had a problem. "You think they can do
anything to me?", she asked, climbing to her feet. "I'm stronger
than everyone in this room put together."

"I know you can defeat them easily, Wonder Woman, but can you do
it without hurting them?", she taunted. "They are, after all,
bystanders in our little game."

That was a problem. The players advanced on her from all sides.
She dodged and side-stepped, trying to get a clear path towards
Cyber, but all avenues of escape were blocked as soon as she
cleared them. She was easily able to fend the boys off, though
they clutched at her arms when she pushed. Then disaster struck. A
dozen men and boys hit her from behind, as one, knocking her from
her feet. Again, strength was not the issue, physics was. They
took her down simply because they outweighed her.

Like a scene from a nightmare, she was swimming in a thick sea of
bodies, unable to make any headway. Beneath the surface of that
sea, hands groped at her generous breasts, fingers hooked in the
waistband of her stretch-pants, and faces thrust themselves at
hers, smothering her with kisses. She used her strength
liberally, tossing people off her like toys, but it did no good.
As fast as she threw the men off, others swarmed in to take their
place.

She struggled, fighting for air and self control. She had to be
careful not to hurt these men. The insistent tug on her knees and
ankles, trying to force her legs apart, was no threat. They might
as well have been trying to pull up a rail on subway track.

Suddenly, things changed. Through the tumble of sex-crazed men,
she felt something close on her wrists, and instantly the men were
overpowering her. She pulled, only to find that her hands had been
chained together, holding one of her would-be suitors locked in
her embrace.

Screaming her protests, her struggles turned frantic. Kicking in
earnest now, she tried in vain to dislodge the pile of amorous
men. Her bustier grew loose and pulled away as invading hands
undid the fastenings in back. Desperately she brought her knees
up, curling into a defensive ball, trying to fend off the hands
that probed her crotch, while struggling to unloop her cuffed
wrists from around the man pawing at her exposed breasts.

The mob took advantage of her new position, which presented a too-
tempting target, and hands quickly started tugging her star-
spangled tights off of her broad, soft bottom. She began to
scream and twist, struggling to avoid the touch of a hundred hands
on her near-naked body.

The first penetration brought a gasp from her lips. The man had
forced her legs straight, pulling her ankles into the air, then
driven his cock into her from behind. The shock of the rape
stunned her for a moment, and in that moment her panties were
drawn the length of her shapely legs, and off.

She felt the pressure in her vagina ease as her legs were spread,
but the cock that was beginning it's exploration of her most
private area was still large enough to cause her pain. She
twisted her head, trying to see who it was, but her view was
blocked by a man who swung his leg across her chest, straddling
her throat. Before the amazon could protest, he had grabbed her
raven-black mane with both hands, and slammed his pelvis into her
face. Her view was filled with his hairy crotch, even as her mouth
was filled with his manhood.

She flailed away with her manacled wrists, beating on the man's
back, but he ignored her, and she found herself slurping on his
hot shaft, simply to breath. Working her head with both hands, the
man forced her to deep-throat him, and she found herself licking
his cock in spite of herself.

Again she felt her legs being pulled upwards, lifting her partly
off the floor. Sudden pain told her why as she felt a cock
pressing against her tightly puckered asshole. The man paused for
only a moment, then drove his mount home in a single thrust.

Her body was now bucking and twisting under the force of three
men, and dozens of pinching, grabbing hands. She felt another man
sit on her, this time across her stomach, followed by the
sensation of both her breasts being grabbed in strong, masculine
hands. The painful grasp didn't release, as the other kneading
gropes had, but pulled her mountainous mammaries together around
something hard and slippery. She was being tittie-fucked, on top
of everything else.

"This can't be happening to me.", thought the helpless heroine.
"It's all wrong." But it was happening. She was being violated in
every opening of her body, and her tits as well, and realized that
she couldn't stop it. Instead, she found herself concentrating on
a new fight: She was struggling to resist the urges of her own
body. She hated the rape with every fiber of her being, but hated
even more the fact that her traitorous body was beginning to
respond. Her pussy was flowing with her own juices, as well as
those of her rapist. Her nipples were growing hard, and her tongue
was working the shaft in her mouth of its own accord.

She felt an orgasm beginning low in her belly, a rumbling shock
that threatened her resolve. She fought against it, pumping and
flexing her vaginal muscles in an attempt to bring the man fucking
her cunt to climax before she lost control.

Finally she felt the man between her thighs tense, his cock
quivering as he discharged his load deep inside her. She felt a
moment of relief as he rolled off of her, but the moment was short
indeed. Another man dove right in and took his place. She
thrashed in despair as she realized that, while the individual men
might grow tired, they would just change off, and then rest before
diving in again.

This thought was punctuated by a hard earthquake of an orgasm that
ripped through her, leaving her gasping and dazed. Moments later,
another one began to grow.

Wonder Woman choked when the man on her face came, pumping his hot
cum into the back of her throat. She swallowed reflexively, to
keep from gagging. Then, as he withdrew his limp member, she
twisted her head to one side and clenched her teeth, denying her
lips to anyone else. If only she could do the same with the rest
of her body. A third man was slamming into her crotch, and a
fourth man was busy raping her raw ass, and in spite of the pain
she was at the edge of her fourth orgasm.

Her body was now coated in a layer of sweat and cum, mixing with
the oily perfume, and she knew how hot-oil wrestlers felt.
Everything was slippery, including her, and it was such an
incredible turn on that she finally lost control. Her body ruled
her now, and her passions drove her towards all the things that
her mind had rebelled against. Her hips pumped her lovers, one
after another, with the frenzy of a woman who has been denied sex
all her life. She drained them dry, always seeking another
climax. She had lost count of how many times she came. All she
knew was that she wanted more. In the back of her mind, a small
voice cried in protest, but that voice was drowned out by the
roaring in her ears as she was forced to orgasm after orgasm.

Cyber stood to one side and laughed madly. She watched as the
great and powerful Wonder Woman was driven to climax after
screaming climax, and knew that she was slowly losing her mind
under the assault. She had been so cocky until her hands had been
chained. Now she just had a lot of cock.

End chapter 1

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Wonder Woman vs the Shadow Warrior

Chapter 2

Wonder Woman hurt in every part of her body. That was the good
news. It meant she was alive. She took stock of her situation as
she struggled to recall what had happened.

She remembered fighting Cyber in the locker room, and getting
gang-tackled in the gymnasium, and then... nothing. She must have
hit her head, or been drugged, she reasoned. She didn't realize
that her mind had been overwhelmed, and was suppressing the memory
of her surrender. Giving in to lust so totally was too painful a
thought, and her subconscious busily erected defenses and
distractions around the memory.

"Yes", she thought, "where I am is more important than how I got
here". And she was... in trouble.

She was laying on her back on a rough stone floor. Chains held
her arms and legs outstretched, fastened securely to a rectangular
iron frame. Her costume had been removed, leaving her in only her
boots, bracelets, and tiara.

Looking around, she spotted her missing clothing draped across a
table. Concentrating, she tried to animate her lasso by sheer
force of will. It refused to stir, perhaps because of her
exhausted mental state, or perhaps because it was almost out of
sight.

"Well", she muttered, "that would have been too easy. How do I
manage to get into these situations?"

"Hmmm", replied a deep, throaty voice. "It probably has something
to do with that exhibitionistic costume you wear, and your talent
for intruding where you don't belong."

Wonder Woman gasped as she saw Cyber stand up and approach. She
had been sitting somewhere past her feet, out of her view. She
twisted in her bonds, seeking escape by any means.

"Calm down.", Cyber reassured her in a gloating voice. "It's not
like I haven't seen you naked before. You put on quite a show
last night. Probably be the talk of the entire school for the
rest of the semester. "

Ignoring the black-clad woman's remarks, her dominant personality
came to the fore. "What do you want with me?", she demanded
angrily.

Cyber rested her chin on one hand, thoughtfully, before answering.
"You are in no position to make demands, but I will let that pass,
for the moment. You are alive because you have information that I
need. I tried asking Dr. Bertram but she was unwilling, and is
resisting questioning. That leaves you."

Leaning closer, she smiled at her naked captive. "Tell me about
his new Virtual Reality system", she demanded.

Wonder Woman thought for a moment. Under these circumstances she
wouldn't have told Cyber the correct time, but what was so special
about the VR system? If Cyber had the doctor, she also had the VR
gear. Unless...

"So, you broke her machines when you stole them, and she won't fix
them for you.", she said with a smile. "Well, I've used her
system, but I couldn't begin to tell you how it works, even if I
wanted to."

"You will change your tune!", Cyber snarled. She snapped her
fingers with a metallic clang, and the frame that held the Amazing
Amazon whisked upward, stopping when she was about four feet from
the floor.

Wonder Woman twisted, feeling the sudden strain on her wrists as
her weight was taken from her back, and transferred to the chains
that held her. "You're crazy if you think I'll tell you
anything!", she snapped sharply. "I've been tortured before, and
never broken."

"Oh, I'm certain that's true", she purred softly. "But still, I
do have to try." Reaching into the folds of her Gi, she drew out
a long feather. "I am not a master of the tender torture.", she
explained as she drew the tip the length of her prisoner's nude
form. "But you know what they say. Practice, practice,
practice..."

Wonder Woman shuddered at the touch of the feather. She felt it's
tip wriggle its way along her thigh, and drew a sharp breath as it
ran under her ribs and into her armpit. She knew, from past
experience, that she was very ticklish, and that she could,
indeed, be broken this way.

Cyber began tracing the feather in light circles beneath her arm,
waiting for her to release that held breath. Her taut body
twitched and jerked as she tried to contain the laughter that the
gentle touch evoked. A smile grew on Cyber's metallic features,
enjoying the moment.

Wonder Woman could normally have held that breath for many long
minutes, but her bondage stripped her of her amazon endurance, as
well as her strength. After less than a minute, she was forced to
exhale.

Cyber timed her assault for that breath, redoubling the tickling
efforts as her captive exhaled. The release of air turned to
laughter. Working to the small of her back and her sides, Cyber
dragged the length of the feather in long circles, forcing the
helpless heroine to laugh even harder.

Cyber was merciless, tormenting the captive Wonder Woman to
breathless hysteria. Cyber would stop only when she was about to
pass out from lack of oxygen, then change positions and start
again.

"Do you want to tell me about the VR system, or should I increase
your torment?", she asked in a cruel voice.

Diana could only shake her head, unable to speak for the laughter
that wracked her body. She might have told, but she truly didn't
know how the system worked. That, combined with her residual
willpower, allowed her to refuse.

"Hmm.", the iron-skinned maiden muttered. "Perhaps you need the
next stage. You might be recovered enough for it to work."

With those words, Cyber changed her tactics. Using a second
feather, she began a two-pronged attack on the hysterical heroine.
One feather continued it's mad dance across her ticklish torso.
The other began to work around her erogenous zones, circling her
already hard nipples, sliding the length of her vaginal folds.

This was what Wonder Woman had feared. Her body was already
hypersensitive, due to the sensual assault she had been enduring.
It wasn't going to take much to bring the focus from sensual to
sexual. Her body was responding already. She felt herself begin
to lubricate, and knew that it would show soon.

Cyber smiled in satisfaction as she saw the amazon's nether lips
begin to glisten with her female fluids. Her pussy lips began to
swell slightly, blossoming like an orchid, and soft moans were now
mingling with her laughter. After a few minutes, her breasts had
swollen beyond their already impressive proportions, and her hips
were bouncing to the rhythm of his strokes.

Slowly, relentlessly, Cyber drove the captive heroine to passion,
forcing her body to respond in spite of her determination not to.
She had slowed the tickling, allowing her to take the deep,
gasping breaths that her arousal had demanded.

"Great Hera, noooooo!" she wailed as her body began its final rush
towards climax. Her desire was undeniable, and the erotic touch
of the feather was... gone? Her tormentor had stopped, leaving
her teetering on the edge of orgasm.

"Did you expect to be rewarded?", Cyber asked the prisoner in an
evil purr. "No, no, no, you don't get that until you tell me what
I want to know. I will enjoy making you beg." Carefully, she
shifted his focus, tracing the folds across the lower edge of her
buttocks, turning the torment into a combination tease-tickle.

Wonder Woman moaned aloud now as she lay, helpless, the flames of
her desire being fanned, but with no relief in sight. She felt
the feathers on her body, moving as if the woman had a map of her
sensitive zones. One began to circle her breast in ever
tightening loops. The other ran around the edges of her now-
dripping cunt, sending shocks through her whenever the tip
"accidentally" brushed her turgid clit'. She bit the inside of
her lip, seeking distraction in pain, but it didn't help.

"Are you ready to talk yet, or should I advance the torment once
again?"

"I... don't... know... any... thing.", she managed to force out.

"That would be truly disappointing." Cyber seemed to ponder for
an agonizing moment. "I will consider this. In the meantime, I
will leave you to my men."

At an unheard signal, three men in ninja garb materialized out of
the shadows. Cyber addressed them. "Keep the lady entertained.
You may pleasure yourselves with her as much as you wish, but she
is not to achieve relief."

Wonder Woman watched in horror as the men bowed silently, then
advanced on her. Her emotions were mixed, her desire fighting with
dread. She twisted her wrists in their restraints, hoping to
spring a weak link

There were none. The first man knelt between her splayed legs and
began to softly tongue her dripping slit. He worked her expertly,
tickling her engorged clit with the tip of his tongue, then
sucking on it gently, working the bound amazon towards climax.
Just as she was ready to cum, he stopped, and evil grin on his
face. "Twelve of us have kept the doctor on edge for over 8 hours
now. We have kept prisoners this way for days at a time, but you
are the true prize."

The second man lowered his face to Wonder Woman's left breast,
latching his lips onto her stone-hard nipple. His first long,
sucking nibble drew a groan from the aroused amazon. He worked
her for many long seconds, then stopped.

Wonder Woman felt a sharp pain as the third man slapped her
suspended ass lightly with the tip of his long fabric belt. He
began to work in unison with the first man, spanking her exposed
bottom in time with the other man's tongue work.

"Soon", he said in a slight Japanese accent, "you will not be able
to tell pain from pleasure. We mix them in your mind. Then you
like spankings, and chains."

"Hera, help me.", groaned the helpless heroine as her captors
played with her body and mind. She knew that what they were doing
would work on most women. She had seen the results before. She
just hoped that, somehow, she could avoid being conditioned that
way.

It was a strange struggle that went on for hours, her body
twisting in pursuit of release, and the men taking turns denying
it to her. They took turns spanking her bottom, pinching and
softly whipping her breasts, all the while licking her to the
maddening verge of orgasmic rel> Woman moaned aloud now as she lay, helpless, the flames of
her desire being fanned, but with no relief in sight. She felt
the feathers on her body, moving as if the woman had a map of her
sensitive zones. One began to circle her breast in ever
tightening loops. The other ran around the edges of her now-
dripping cunt, sending shocks through her whenever the tip
"accidentally" brushed her turgid clit'. She bit the inside of
her lip, seeking distraction in pain, but it didn't help.

"Are you ready to talk yet, or should I advance the torment once
again?"

"I... don't... know... any... thing.", she managed to force out.

"That would be truly disappointing." Cyber seemed to ponder for
an agonizing moment. "I will consider this. In the meantime, I
will leave you to my men."

"Soon", he said in a slight Japanese accent, "you will not be able
to tell pain from pleasure. We mix them in your mind. Then you
like spankings, and chains."

"Hera, help me.", groaned the helpless eap after the
man in black, but she could see nothing. Both the ninja and the
second Wonder Woman faded from view a few feet past the door. She
didn't need to see, though. She had been here. She had thrown
her magic lasso at the man, but he had struck it aside with a
sweep of his sword blade. The lasso had caught on the bumper of a
passing bus, and she had been yanked off her feet and dragged down
the block.

Wonder Woman vs the Shadow Warrior

Chapter 3

"This place seems to go on forever.", muttered Wonder Woman as she
took yet another turn in the maze of corridors. Her normally
excellent sense of direction had deserted her long ago, so she was
marking her path by chipping hash marks in the stone walls with
the point of her tiara.

A whisper of air warned the princess of Paradise Island a split-
second before the blade descended towards the back of her head.
The ninja might as well have sent a telegram. With a move that
would make a bullet seem slow, the Amazon Avenger spun in place,
striking the weapon aside with such force that the blade
shattered.

The building would have shaken with the impact as three ninja
slammed into walls, if the walls hadn't been solid stone. Even
so, the noise of the battle echoed through the corridors.

Wonder Woman checked the three men, to see that they were alive,
then bound them with their own belts. Unmasking them did little
good. She had never seen them. They could have been anyone.

But their presence was disturbing. She had passed no doors for at
least half an hour, yet these men had known where she was and
caught up with her. How? And they weren't the first group. She
had faced, and defeated, five such groups since leaving the
torture chamber. All had attacked from behind, yet there seemed
to be no way for them to be there. The answer was obvious: She
had passed many doors, she just hadn't known it. They were hidden.

Backtracking, she paid closer attention to the floor. Two turns
later she found what she was looking for: Scrape marks in the
laid stone floor showed where a concealed panel had opened and
closed.

"Athena, forgive my lack of patience.", she prayed, kicking the
door with enough force to halt a rinosaurus in it's tracks. It
flew from it's mount, hinges and latch shattering at the same
time. She entered the lit room that the opening revealed.

"Well, you certainly don't believe in the element of surprise, do
you." came the dry comment.

Wonder Woman turned towards the voice, and found herself facing
Cyber. Dr. Bertram sat against the wall behind her. She was
naked, and her hands were chained to a collar around her throat,
limiting her movement. What was more disturbing was the lost,
vacant look on her face.

"There, but for the grace of a hairpin, sits you.", gloated Cyber,
an evil smile upon her lips. "My only regret is that her mind
broke before she told me what I needed to know."

Wonder Woman shuddered, knowing that Cyber was right. Cynthia
Bertram's mind was gone. And if she hadn't managed to escape her
tormentors, she might well have gone the same way herself.
Perhaps, with care, Cynthia could be made whole, but that would
take time.

"You'll pay for that, and all your other crimes, Cyber. I'm
taking you in." pronounced the raven-haired heroine, her eyes
stormy with barely controlled rage.

"Save your breath, Amazon.", said Cyber calmly. Her right hand
strayed behind her for a moment, then emerged holding a gun.
Leveling it at the head of the dazed Dr. Bertram, she smiled.
"You are going back to the interrogation room, or the pretty lady
gets shot."

It wasn't the fear of the torment she would endure that drove
Wonder Woman forward. She simply couldn't stand by and let Cyber
continue to endanger innocent lives. Moving in a blaze of red and
gold, she interposed herself between Cyber and her target,
stretching out her left arm just in time to block the discharge of
the weapon.

But something was wrong. Diana almost cried out at the crushing
pain that lanced up her arm. And she did something she had never
done before. She flinched.

The beam from the weapon strayed from the bracelet, striking the
amazon on her exposed arm. To her surprise, the pain began to
fade at once, though she felt lightheaded. She felt her costume
grow loose, and the floor seemed to move beneath her feet. As the
room spun, and everything seemed to rush away from her, she
realized that she was shrinking. The beam had started on her
bracelet first, nearly crushing her arm before she had been
affected.

She felt the top of her boots sliding up her legs, and in moments
they had reached her thighs. Then, as her legs grew too short to
reach the bottom of the boots, she felt her weight shift until she
was straddling her not-so tight pants as they bunched up between
her legs.

Before she could disentangle herself, she saw a huge hand sweep
down, seizing her in a grip of iron.

"Well, little girl.", mused the metal-skinned maiden. "If you
thought it was hard to find a bra before..."

Wonder Woman struggled. Even though she was only a sixth of her
previous size, she should still be stronger than a dozen full
sized men. Bracing herself, she pried at the iron fist that held
her, trying to lever the fingers apart.

She got nowhere. In fact, Cyber's grip was tightening, bringing a
gasp of pain as she slowly squeezed the breath out of her
diminutive foe.

"Don't bother to struggle, Wonder Woman. ", gloated Cyber in
triumph. "You couldn't defeat me at full size." She placed her
petite prisoner face down on the table, pinning her upper body in
place. She smiled at the sight of the tiny bottom and legs
protruding from beneath her hand.

Wonder Woman gasped at the pressure of the crushing hold, which
caused her breasts to balloon out towards the sides of her chest.
She attempted to push herself away from the table, but the grip
was too firm. What was Cyber up to? She got her answer moments
later as she felt a sharp blow to her exposed backside. Cyber was
spanking her! She was only using two fingers, but it was enough
to completely cover her defenseless bottom. She twisted, trying
to avoid the humiliating punishment, but Cyber's grip was
immovable.

"Let's see how far my men got in your conditioning, shall we?",
giggled Cyber as she administered her punishment to the helpless
heroine. She wasn't trying to injure, just to excite. "My, but
you have the nicest little backside. An ass that just begs for a
few whacks, don't you agree?"

Wonder Woman didn't agree, but didn't bother to say it. Her
situation was bad enough, but the feeling of helplessness and the
spanking were having their affect on her. She kicked and twisted,
trying to distract herself from the growing arousal inside her.
She sighed in relief when the stinging slaps stopped, then gasped
as she felt a huge finger force her thighs apart, rubbing against
her spread crotch.

"Oooo, I have to give my men a bonus.", Cyber purred, examining
the moisture on her fingertip. "In just those few short hours,
they taught you that sex and violence go together." Teasingly,
she turned the minute figure over and rubbed her finger against
the tiny tits. She smiled as she saw the nipples harden and
point. Yes, Wonder Woman was indeed coming along nicely.

Wonder Woman cried tears of embarrassment and pain. The tease-
torturing had worked some of it's dread magic, embedding a dark
pleasure in her mind. She hated the fact that she drew pleasure
from such torment, but she couldn't deny that it was true.
Fighting the urge to curl up and surrender, she reminded herself
that she had been drugged, and that the lessons of the dark
initiation would fade.

The world moved by with dizzying speed for the amazon as she was
lifted from the table and carried quickly to a small cage. At
least it would have been small, if she weren't smaller. It was an
antique iron bird cage, with black iron bars and an ornate lock.
She was deposited inside briskly, and heard the door lock before
she could scramble to her feet.

"By Hera, you'll pay for this.", muttered the Princess of Paradise
Island, forcing herself to anger. Seizing the metal bars in her
firm grip, she pulled. And pulled. And pulled. The bar's wouldn't
budge. She was simply too small to bend them. She shouldn't have
been that weak, but she was.

Laughing at her confused pet, Cyber drew a small camera from a
fold in her garment, and began snapping pictures. "I'll always
treasure these.", she gloated. "Wonder Woman, when she was a
little girl."

Wonder Woman stopped straining at the bars, and strove to cover
herself with her hands. Being humiliated was bad enough, but this
made it even worse. Then, as she watched in horror, Cyber again
drew her strange ray-gun and fired at the weeping Dr. Bertram. In
moments, the now-miniature doctor was placed in the cage with her.
She took the opportunity to rush the door, but the motion sent the
cage swinging wildly, upsetting her balance in mid stride.

"How long to you think you can keep us this way, Cyber", she
yelled.

"Keep you like that? I don't plan to keep you at all. I am going
to sell your perfect little body to a private collector I know.
He'll pay plenty for a real, living doll."

Glaring at the locked door for a moment, Wonder Woman went over to
the teary-eyed doctor. "Are you all right, Cynthia?", she asked,
trying to comfort her companion. "We've got to get out of here."

Cynthia Bertram looked at the amazon with blank eyes, then rattled
the chains that bound her wrists. She tried to reach her lower
body, but her bonds wouldn't allow it. In frustration, she asked
her fellow prisoner, "Rub it. Please?"

Wonder Woman looked at her companion, momentarily confused. She
had been about to break her bonds, but paused at the strange
request.

The naked doctor slid her hips forward, suddenly, throwing her
legs wide apart. "Rub it, please. Please? I need it so much."

Diana understood now. She had been ready to go mad after a few
hours of tickle-torment. Cynthia had endured three times as much,
and had been allowed no relief, her bonds preventing her from
meeting her needs. Taking the chains in her hands, she easily
tore the fetters apart.

Dr. Cynthia Bertram plunged her hands deep between her thighs at
once, feeding the maddening hunger that lived there. In moments
the cage was filled with the sounds of passion as she drove
herself towards a moaning, wailing climax. And another. And
another.

Wonder Woman watched in envy as the doctor satisfied herself over
and over again, her thrashing bouncing the cage on it's hook. She
wanted to join the beautiful doctor, to lose herself in lust and
satisfaction. But her pride prevented her. She might do that
later, at home, in private. But not here, not now. She wouldn't
give Cyber the satisfaction.

Cyber? Where was Cyber? Wonder Woman dragged her attention away
from her passionate companion, and looked around for her foe.

"...I don't know if I can get you the set, but I'll try. In the
meantime, do you want Wonder Woman, or not?", asked Cyber,
speaking into the phone. Diana listened intently as the metal-
skinned maid closed the deal. "All right Toyman, one doll-sized
heroine for your collection. You can pick her up in the
morning.... Why? Because I want to play with her for a while
first. Ok, you've got a deal."

Cyber smiled as she put down the phone. Wonder Woman was hers for
a while more. What would Toyman do with her, she wondered? It
would be interesting to watch. She turned to look at her tiny
prize, then stared in surprise. The cage was swinging violently,
the sides going almost level with the floor on each swing. As she
watched, it swung up and off the end of the hook, falling to the
ground with a violent crash.

Wonder Woman felt the cage slip it's hook, and barely managed to
catch hold of her compact companion as it fell to the floor. She
could take such a fall, she knew, but the doctor was only human,
and would certainly perish on impact. She managed to soften the
fall enough to save the doctor from injury.

Cyber rushed over to the fallen cage, only to find it open and
empty, the door sprung by the fall. She looked around the
workroom, trying to spot any sign of movement. Listening
intently, she strained to hear the sound of tiny feet on the stone
floor. Nothing.

"Where will you run to, little one?", she called out. "Will
evildoers tremble in fear at the sight of you now?".

Wonder Woman froze as soon as she had reached cover. When Cyber
spoke, she moved again, leaving her naked companion in her hiding
place. She knew that Cyber couldn't hear well over her own voice,
so she took the opportunity to cover some distance. Still, she
felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness. She was fleeing,
running, and hiding, more from habit than from hope. What would
she do if she got away? Bring the Police certainly. Superman or
one of her friends from the Justice League if she could. But
after that, could she live like this? Could she spend the rest of
her immortal existence the size of a child's toy?

Praying to Hera for strength, she stopped running away, and
started to climb, a plan forming in her mind.

Cyber wanted to smash furniture, to drive her quarry from cover,
but restrained the impulse. She might kill one of them by
accident. Dropping into a crouch, she began to explore the room
at floor level, reaching under tables, moving chairs, and looking
in small shadows.

Wonder Woman watched her titanic opponent for a few seconds,
waiting for her moment. She saw Cyber look around, but knew that
she hadn't been spotted yet. Then she saw something strange.
Cyber pulled a device from her belt. A device that looked a lot
like a remote control from a TV. She fiddled with it for a
moment, then put it away and resumed her search.

Wonder Woman heard the sound of weeping, coming from the niche
where she had left Dr. Bertram. She saw that Cyber had heard it
to, and braced herself. She would only get one shot at this.

The Amazing Amazon leapt into motion as Cyber passed her hiding
place. She had managed to climb the heavy table leg, and secure
herself a spot high up in the frame of the work table. Timing her
move carefully, she sprang onto the titanic form of her opponent
as she crawled underneath the amazon's hiding place. She hung in
the air for what seemed an eternity, then landed, right on target,
on... The ray gun, where it was slung in the small of Cyber's
back.

Grabbing the artillery-sized weapon with both arms, Wonder Woman
pulled the trigger. The effect was immediate. The inside of the
holster glowed for a moment, then Cyber glowed and began to
shrink. Only the gun remained full sized.

Cyber felt the ray take effect and experienced the dizzying
sensation of having the floor stretch beneath her. She tried to
swat her pint-sized opponent, but only managed to disrupt her
balance, which was none too steady to begin with. Before she could
gather herself, she found herself pinned beneath a naked, and
furious, Amazon. She felt a sharp blow to her head, followed by
darkness.

Diana eased herself off of her fallen foe, resisting the urge to
continue pummelling the metal madwoman. Exhausted, she moved to
the ray gun, and began examining its settings.

End Chapter 3

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Wonder Woman vs the Shadow Warrior

Chapter 4

Wonder Woman pulled her costume back into place for what seemed
like the 30th time that day, and picked up the iron cage. Within
it stood Cyber, 11 inches of rage. Dr. Bertram was fumbling with
the black ninja Gi, searching for buttons that weren't there. She
was still in shock.

Gently Diana pulled the black fabric over her companion's breasts,
securing it in place with the black belt. She would have
preferred to find the Doctor's own clothes, but had no idea where
to look. Her own clothes had needed some repair as well.

"Well, Cyber, it's off to jail with you. There's a real cell
waiting there for you."

"Don't count me out yet, whore.", snarled the tiny terror.

* * * *

Wonder Woman avoided the front steps of the police station when
they arrived. There were news crews and polititions there that
were best avoided. It wasn't that she was camera shy, but Dr.
Bertram was still in shock, and the publicity involved in her
kidnap and rape would just make things worse.

"Good evening, Sergeant.", she said to the officer at the booking
desk. She didn't recognize the man, but gave it no thought.
There were lot's of officers she didn't know. The booking room
was crowded, but she was allowed to go to the front of the line.

"Good Evening, Wonder Woman. What have you got for me tonight?",
the middle aged man replied affably.

"The criminal mastermind behind the Ninja robberies.", Diana
replied smoothly. Taking the tiny villainess from her cage, Wonder
Woman placed her on the floor, and drew the ray gun from her belt.
In seconds, Cyber was back at full size, still mad as a hornet.
But for some strange reason, she smiled, her hard metallic skin
curling into a mask of evil glee.

"So,", chortled the desk officer. "The mighty Cyber gets to be a
guest here? Couldn't happen to a nicer villainess. Empty your
pockets."

Cyber's right hand swung upward in a blur of motion, hurling
something against the ceiling. Something that broke, spraying the
room with bits of glass, and a spray of sticky fluid.

Wonder Woman seized the villainess by the wrist, prepared for a
struggle. Instead, Cyber began to laugh.

"Seems like old times, Amazon.", she giggled. "Recognize that
special scent? The one that says 'take me'?"

Raising a hand to her blue-black tresses, Wonder Woman collected a
few drops of the sticky fluid that had showered the room. The
aroma was heavy, musky. Familiar. "Great Hera, no!", she cried in
sudden recognition. It was the pheromone spray Cyber had used on
her earlier, when she had been ... had been... what?

Wonder Woman stood, paralyzed with shock as the floodgates of her
memory opened, and the scenes of her gang-rape replayed in her
mind.

"Hey, WW, how about a kiss?", asked the desk officer.

Diana looked at him and saw the growing look of lust on his face.
The entire room was getting restless. Shaking off her shock, she
began to back away from the amorous officer. She started in
surprise as she backed into someone. Turning, she saw a young man
in blue with his arms wrapped around a shapely girl who's hands
were manacled behind her back. The hooker was responding to the
officer's attentions.

Looking around in horror, the Amazon princess realized that she
had interrupted the booking of a vice-sweep. The room was
overflowing with women in chains, prostitutes waiting to be
booked. Several had men pawing at them already, pulling at their
clothes. Some were already nakedly engaged in satisfying the
needs of the booking officers.

A shriek drew her attention back to Dr. Bertram. She had been
pinned to a wall, her Gi pulled open, and a man had his face
pressed into her exposed breasts. Her body was responding, but
the look of horror on her face said that she didn't want to be
there.

A police woman was struggling as two men pulled her to the bars of
a holding cell, cuffing her hands to the bars over her head.

Suddenly arms wrapped around the raven haired heroine from behind,
clutching at her breasts and pulling her backwards.

The shock drove Wonder Woman into action, and she tore herself out
of the man's grasp, leaving scraps of red and gold fabric in his
hands. More hands grabbed at her, spinning her around. She felt
her belt loosen and pull away, and fingers tugged at her blue
satin tights. She saw someone hold out some handcuffs.

Wonder Woman gathered herself for a leap and, with a tearing of
fabric, sprang away from the men who were molesting her. Her leap
carried her, and the remains of her costume, clear across the
room, landing her by the door to the office area. In panic, she
dove through it, seeking escape.

Three men stopped what they were doing to stare at the near-naked
heroine that stood in the hallway. Wonder Woman blushed, trying
to pull the remains of her clothing back into place. She saw one
detective take off his suit coat and offer it to her. Then as the
pheromone affected him, he began to loosen his pants as well.
Other hands clutched at the shreds of her clothes, and there was a
sound of cloth ripping.

Wonder Woman ran, not looking or caring where she went. Two turns
later she found herself before a set of double doors. With no
though except escape, she plunged through, and found herself...

On the front steps of the station. At the news conference.
=84Great Hera=BE, she screamed, looking around wildly. =84I=BCm naked!=BE

Flash bulbs popped, and all the TV cameras swung to focus on her.

For a moment she strove to cover her ripe body with her hands, but
they simply weren=BCt up to the task. With a shriek of rage and
shame, the Amazing Amazon ran off into the night. Several of the
news crews turned to follow, but she soon outran them.

It was several blocks later when she began to think again. She
had to get home, someplace to wash the rape-inducing perfume off.
To get some clothes. To hide. To curl up and die.

She turned into an alley, preferring the shadows for the moment.
Groping her way down the way while her eyes adjusted to the gloom,
she tried once again to adjust the tatters of her clothes, and to
think. She still felt the effects of the drugs driving her
towards dispair, and fought against them.

"Wrong turn, Wonder Woman", came the voice from the mouth of the
alley. "This alley dead ends.", continued Cyber. "The only way
out is past me, and I really don't think that that's possible."

Wonder Woman looked up and realized that Cyber was right. The
alley had no exit at the far end. Setting aside doubt, she turned
to face the iron-skinned ninja one last time.

Without a word, Cyber reached back over her shoulder, drawing
forth a long curving blade of bright steel. This was not the
easily concealable short sword of the ninja. This was a Katana, a
full meter of razor-edged maihem. Shifting to a combat crouch,
she stood ready for battle.

The two women faced off for a few moments, each sizing the other
up. Then, without so much as a muscle's twitch of a warning,
Cyber launched a blazing series of blows on the unarmed amazon.

With equally blinding speed, Wonder Woman parried the blows,
letting her magical bracelets absorb the punishment. The dark of
the alley was lit by a series of bright flashes as the blade
struck again and again, sending sparks everywhere. Holding her
ground against the onslaught, Dianna waited for the flurry to end.
To her growing surprise, it didn't. Blows continued to rain down
from a dozen angles, rapid as machine gun fire, each one capable
of killing her.

The two stood, toe to toe this way for long minutes, the unceasing
offense of the blade against the impenetrable defense of the
bracelets. Who would falter first? Who would be the first to
give ground?

The answer came suddenly, finally. The sword came in for a
crashing blow, straight down at the Amazon's head, and both hands
came up to block. The blade shattered under the impact, weakened
from the incredible battle. The pieces of bright metal fell to the
earth, leaving both women's ears ringing with the sudden silence.

Cyber took a single deep breath. "Well, that was a waste of time.
Care to try chess?"

Wonder Woman's reply was eloquent: A single blow to the
midsection, delivered with the force of a piledriver.

"That was a waste of time, to." Cyber never moved. The impact
hadn't even shaken her hair out of place.

Wonder Woman stood amazed at the impossible sight. Even Aries had
been moved by blows like that. Who was this woman?

Cyber drew out her shrink ray, taking casual aim at the Amazon.
"It's a pity that I have to sell you, but a girl has to pay her
bills. And those perfect tits are worth a bundle."

"This can't be happening", moaned the amazon princess, feeling the
effects of drug-induced depression once more. Then she thought:
Perfect tits? She stared down at her naked form, her flawless
skin. Something clicked in her mind. Moving with the speed of a
hurricane, confidence renewed, her right hand flashed out towards
her opponent, and snatched an item from her belt: Not the gun,
but the remote control she had seen there earlier.

Holding the strange remote control like a weapon, Wonder Woman
smiled for the first time since the entire nightmare began.
"That's it, isn't it Cyber?", she asked calmly. "It really can't
be happening. Its impossible. And it ends now!" So saying, the
Amazing Amazon pressed the "Stop" button, and the entire world
froze.

Examining the remote, she found that it folded out in an
impossible manner, revealing a broader set of controls.

"First, let's see who's really behind this", she said, entering
some commands into the unit.

Cyber began to melt away, her iron skin melding into normal flesh.
Beneath the facade stood... Dr. Cynthia Bertram. Wonder Woman
unfroze her.

"I'm still inside your Virtual Reality system, aren't I?", asked
the amazon, suddenly at peace with herself. "I should have
spotted it sooner."

Dr. Bertram made a grab for the control set, but Diana easily kept
it out of her reach. "How did you spot it? My illusion was
perfect!", snapped the angered scientist.

"Perfect? Hardly.", came the dry reply. "You missed a lot of
details. I missed them to, at first. You kept things running at
a fast pace, to keep me from noticing, but I should have spotted
them anyway."

"Alright, what did I miss?

"Well, I lost my Amazon strength in the gym when you cuffed my
hands. That only happens when my wrists are chained by a man. I
never got hungry, or thirsty, or tired. I got scraped up at the
bank robbery earlier, but don't have any scrapes now. The desk
officer knew your name, even though the police have never seen or
heard of Cyber. There is no way you could have had that sword
without me noticing it. And, of course, even Superman would have
been moved by that last punch. It isn't a matter of strength or
invulnerability. It's just physics. The power of the blow has to
go somewhere."

"So now what, Wonder Woman. You beat me, but what next? There
isn't any law against what I've done. You can't arrest me for
playing computer games, you know."

Wonder Woman pondered this for a moment, studying the controls a
bit more. "Tell me, why did you do this at all? I'll guess that
you were involved with the real ninja, but I can't figure out why
you dragged me in."

"Why not tell you, since you can't do anything about it.", Cynthia
answered, obviously pleased by her own cleverness. "You were
after the Ninja, and I knew that you'd catch them eventually.
That would lead you back to me. We used the VR system to rehearse
the robberies over and over, until they could perform flawlessly.
There is about a 16 to 1 time difference in cyberspace: You've
been in here for two days, but only a few hours have passed in the
real world. By tricking you into the the system, I could break
you, make you so afraid of the ninja that you'd drop off the
trail. If that didn't work, I could drive you insane. We nearly
did, you know."

"Yes, you came close. But no cigar." Wonder Woman adjusted some
controls. Her costume reappeared, and Cyber's Gi vanished. "I
think I'll let you stew in your own juices for a while."

The scene changed, and the world sprang into motion. Diana
checked to make sure she had gotten things right, then pressed the
"Eject" button and vanished from cyberspace, taking the remote
with her.

The world went grey. Raising her hands to her head, Wonder Woman
lifted the helmet from her head, pulled the small plastic cone
from her nose and mouth, and sat up. A quick check of the gas
cylinder answered her final questions. They had been feeding her a
depressant drug, to weaken her will.

She was in the computer lab, next to the tables that held Dr.
Bertram and three men in black. They were still in the computer
induced trance. Wonder Woman moved to the computer console and
studied the monitor.

On the screen, Cynthia Bertram lay in chains. Three men stood
around her naked form, feathers and small whips in their hands.
Wonder Woman spoke into the microphone next to the console. "I'm
taking your ninja to jail now. These should keep you entertained
until I get back. "

The evil doctor wailed her reply as the men set to work on her
helpless body.

A few moments with the magic lasso relieved the Ninja of any
memories of the time in cyberspace. Then she took them off to
jail, as promised. She would return for Cyber/Cynthia, of course.
In a few hours.

End