SUPERGIRL, THE WOLF, AND THE LADDER

By Wittydom

Supergirl had the dream again.

She was running through the forest with two other women. They were dressed in white gowns, while hers was half white, half black. A wolf was relentlessly pursuing them. One of the women was struck by a bolt of lightning. The other became entangled in a snare, and fell down the deep hole. Supergirl kept running, and found a ladder standing in a clearing. She climbed it as fast as she could, but when she reached the top, the wolf was there, waiting for her. It lunged for her throat…

…and she would awaken, remembering nothing.

Don Scalieri was not a happy man.

His caporegimas waited for him to speak. He had not said a word since they had taken their seats at the table. They had watched him toss the latest edition of the Daily Planet onto the table before turning to face the window. Though they tried to avoid looking at it, the headline drew their eyes toward it like a horrible car wreck: SUPERGIRL FOILS MOB PLOT.

“At this rate, I will have enough headlines like these to paper the walls of my grandson’s room,” said Scalieri. He turned to face his men. “These - setbacks - are lowering profits, and morale. Now, what are you going to do about it?”

He looked each man in the eye. Most averted their gaze. Two did not: Ponzi, his consiglieri, and Dominic, his youngest lieutenant. Ponzi spoke first.

“I have some ideas on concealing our activities. If we can keep her in the dark…”

“Her? You mean us!” snorted Dominic. “You want us skulking around the shadows? The Scalieri family should not be hiding from some bitch in a cape! We should take her down!”

“With all due respect,” replied Ponzi in a tone that made it clear he felt no respect was due, “this is Supergirl. While other women may succumb to your usual tactics, how do you plan to get a roofie in Supergirl’s drink?”

Dominic balled his fists as the rest of the table exploded in laughter. Even Scalieri could not suppress a chuckle. It took him every ounce of self-control to keep from killing Ponzi right then and there. Because of this, he could spare no control over his tongue.

“Don Scalieri, I swear to you that I will have that Superslut gift-wrapped for you by the end of the month!”

The table was silent again. Scalieri looked at Dominic thoughtfully while Ponzi rolled his eyes in contempt.

“Bravely spoken, Dominic”, said Scalieri. “You will deal with this matter personally. I will be very pleased with your success. Just as I will be equally…disappointed…should you fail.”

Dominic cursed himself as he sped away from the meeting. He shouldn’t have shot off his mouth like that. He should have consulted Wolf first, seen if it was feasible. Then he could have presented her to the Don as a surprise present. Now he had to get it done, or else. And he only had three weeks.

Dominic had met Wolf during a truck hijacking gone horribly wrong. Dom and his men had commandeered the truck and were driving to the rendezvous point to unload the cargo when they drove through an overpass that was too low for the truck to pass through. The wrenching sound of metal on metal told them the truck wasn’t going anywhere.

“We gotta do something!” Dominic had said. “The cops could show up any minute!”

Suddenly a boy came walking from a side street. He looked at the truck, the men, then back at the truck again. Then he walked up to the truck.

”Hey, kid, get the fuck outta here!” Snarled Dominic. His men started to surround the boy, who ignored them. He started to let the air out of the tires.

“Wait!” Dominic said. “Let him go.” The boy turned to him and said. “About a minute or so on each tire should do it.”

One reason Dominic had moved up so fast within the family was that he knew how to pick good people. And this boy was definitely an asset.

As time went on, Dominic consulted him when he needed advice. The more difficult the problem, the more interested the boy was. He paid the boy very well, but the boy’s ideas were worth many times that. Dominic christened him “Wolf”, after the character in Pulp Fiction who solved problems. The boy didn’t like it, but never told Dom what his real name was, so it stuck.

Dominic pulled his car up to Wolf’s building. It was a five-story condominium in a quiet neighborhood on the outskirts of Metropolis. He hit the buzzer.

“Yes?”

“It’s Dom.”

“The buzzer sounded and he went up the elevator. The doors opened to reveal a single door at the end of the hallway. He knocked, and Wolf opened the door for him.

Wolf was just over five feet tall, with a wiry build. It was hard to guess his age: he was anywhere from a healthy twelve year old to a slight sixteen year old. His eyes were almost too large for his head. They seemed to take in everything they looked at.

They sat down on the couch. Neither was the type who cared much for small talk, so Dom got right to the point and explained the situation. Wolf’s eyes slowly widened with interest.

“So you want her captured?”

“I want to bring that little bitch on her knees to the Don. Now can you do this or not?”

“Perhaps. I’ll need some time to think, and do a little research. Did you have any other plans for the day?”

“No. Listen, I don’t have a lot time to waste here.”

Wolf pulled out his laptop computer. “I’ll let you know tomorrow.”

“So what did you come up with? Can you do it?”

“Possibly.” Wolf retrieved a folder from his desk. “But it would be extremely risky. And expensive.”

Dominic laughed. “Hey, money’s never been a problem. And the rewards are worth any risk. For both of us.”
Wolf opened the folder. “Obviously, conventional weapons would be ineffective against Supergirl. As far as I can tell, she shares the same vulnerabilities that Superman has: Kryptonite and magic. That’s it.”

Dominic nodded. “So where do we get our hands on some Kryptonite?”

“We don’t.”

Dominic looked confused. “Huh? Why not?”

Wolf sighed. “Do you have any idea how rare this element is? Any known kryptonite is locked up tight by various government and military installations. The Justice League may have some, in case Superman ever went insane or something, but I wouldn’t like to try to take it from them.”

“Then we find our own source!”

Wolf shook his head. “Statistically speaking, you’ll find two identical snowflakes before you stumble across some kryptonite.”

Dominic was pissed. “So what the fuck are we supposed to do? Wave a magic wand? Hire a witch?”

“No. Any sorcerer powerful enough to affect her would be too powerful for us to contain, let alone trust.”

“Well, that’s just great!” Dominic took out a cigarette, but put it away when he saw Wolf’s glance. “Okay, sorry. But how do we get to her?”

“We don’t. At least not as first.” Wolf took a pen and a piece of paper and began sketching a diagram. “What we have to do is climb a ladder.” Dominic watched him draw in the rungs on a ladder. “Supergirl is at the top of this ladder, but she is way out of reach. But below her, on a lower rung, is a reliable source of magic that can stop her.”

Dominic hated it when Wolf talked down to him like this, and hated it even more that it was often necessary.

“I get it! So we can reach this magic from where we are?”

“No.” Dominic clenched his jaw tight. Wolf either didn’t notice, or more likely just chose to ignore him. “But there is someone who can bring someone who can bring that source of magic to us.”

“So…what rung do we have to start at?”

The Wolf closed the folder. “What else? The bottom.”

Helena Bertinelli, a.k.a. the Huntress, was not on her usual patrol route. She had “persuaded” a lowlife stoolie to tell her about a meeting that was going down between some Gotham and Metropolis mob families. He hadn’t known the subject of this little pow-wow, so she was going to have to play it by ear. She would either bust the lot of them right there, or simply gather information on their plans, whatever would do the most damage.

The meeting site was near the docks. She wondered if there was a real estate company that specialized in such properties. “Secret headquarters for street scum. Abandoned warehouses our specialty.”

The sentry had been easy to spot. She used her swinging line to swoop behind him, and a well placed kick took him out before he could make a sound. She crept through the window and went inside.

Dominic and Wolf watched from behind a large stack of boxes as the Huntress made a dramatic entrance into the room, knocking down two of the family soldiers.

“Here we go!” Dominic grinned and rubbed his hands in anticipation. “My cousin Frankie told me this would be over in under a minute.”

“He’s probably right”, said Wolf. “But for the wrong reasons.”

“Now!” Frankie shouted. The soldiers donned gas masks and tossed small grenades at Huntress. The gas poured out around her, but she seemed unfazed, knocking out another soldier.

“Shit! Use the darts!” Other soldiers fired tranquilizer darts from their rifles. Several scored direct hits, but bounced harmlessly off of her costume. She tore into the soldiers, leveling them with vicious blows.

Dominic’s cockiness was gone. “What the fuck’s going on?”

“Probably a built-in gas mask in her facial covering, and reinforced armor in her costume.” Wolf said.

“But how did she know?”

Wolf shrugged. “I doubt she did. She probably just doesn’t want to be gang raped. Who did you think you were fighting? Batgirl?” He watched Huntress slap Frankie into a motionless heap on the ground. “That’s our cue. Get your gun out.”

The Huntress knocked the last thug into dreamland and looked around the battlefield in satisfaction. Her outfit modifications had certainly done their job. Now she had to make sure there were no stragglers hiding in the shadows…

She didn’t have to look for long. A scared looking man came out from behind some boxes with his arm tightly around a boy’s neck. His pistol was pointing right at the boy’s head.

“Give it up, bitch! Or I’ll blow his fucking head off!”

The boy’s eyes were understandably wide, and he looked too scared to speak.

“Let him go, scum, or I will put one of your body parts in every box in this building!” She pointed at him while she spoke, in order to distract him from what she was doing with her other hand.

“I don’t think so! You surrender, now! Or he’s dead!”

A knife seemed to appear from out of nowhere into the Huntress’s hand. In one fluid motion, she tossed it at her target, and it found its mark. The knife hit Dominic’s gun hand, and he dropped the pistol while screaming in pain. She covered the distance between them in quick strides and looked at the boy. “Are you okay?” she asked.

He nodded, still looking scared, and she turned back to Dominic. Grapping him by his labels, she threw him against the wall. “You, on the other hand, are in deep shit.”

She was about to get some answers out of him, but she felt a wrenching pain in her back as a loud zapping sound filled the air. Every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire as she fell to the ground. She tried to stagger to her feet, but another electrical charge surged through her body. She could do little more than writhe on the floor in agony.

Wolf set aside the taser and quickly hogtied Huntress with wrist and ankle cuffs. Dominic slowly rose to his feet.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Wolf. Thanks for fucking asking.”

“Sorry, this is important.” Wolf produced another device and slowly waved it over her body. It started to emit a beeping sound.

“What’s that? Metal detector?”

“That’s one of its functions. It also detects other kinds of concealed weapons.” He removed a knife from a hidden sheath in her cape. “Can you drive?”

Dominic flexed his hand. “Not as well as I could five minutes ago, but yeah, I can still drive.”

“Then get her into the back of the van. I’ll remove the rest of her equipment there.”

“Wait a minute! What about my cousin and his men?”

Wolf shook his head. “Leave them. It’s to our advantage if they think she got away. This way they won’t squeal to anyone about how they captured a vigilante.”

Dominic had to hand it to Wolf. He thought of everything.

The Huntress came to in a darkened room. She tried to clear her mind. What had happened? She was about to interrogate that mob lackey, and then there was only the pain.

She tried to sit up, but something was holding her down. She was lying on her back on what appeared to be a raised platform or table. Her arms and legs were spread-eagled, fastened in place with some kind of metal restraints.

It wasn’t until she noticed the lightness of her costume that she felt the first signs of panic. The fabric was still in place, but every weapon and tool had been removed from her hiding places. Whoever had captured her had been very thorough. At least her mask was still intact.

She heard the door open and was blinded by the room’s lights being switched on. When she was able to focus again, she felt a sharp jabbing in her arm. The boy was standing with an empty syringe, watching her with a dispassionate expression on his face.

“You…you used the taser on me.”

The boy nodded. “I need your help.”

“Funny way of asking for it. Who are you, anyway?”

“You misunderstand. I’m not asking for your help. I’m taking it.”

The boy’s voice was soft and even. Somehow it was far more chilling than any bellowed threats from any supervillain she had faced. “Whatever you want, you can forget it.”

“I want to send a message to Wonder Woman.”

She hadn’t expected him to say that. “Why don’t you send her an email?”

“I plan to. But I’d rather it came from you. Or more precisely, that she thought it was from you.”

“Why me?” She needed to keep him talking so she could find out his plans, but whatever he had injected her with was dulling her body.

“You’re a reserve member of the Justice League. Your name should carry a tad more weight. You’re going to tell me exactly where to send that email so that Wonder Woman will definitely read it. Not some fan site operated by a secretary.”

This was almost too good to be true. Once the Justice League knew what had happened…

“And if I do this for you…you promise to let me go?”

“Once I’m sure she’s received it.” At first, Wolf regretted that this step was necessary. He wished he had the hacking skill needed to get the information from the Justice League computers. But he found that this alternative was…pleasing him.

Meanwhile, Huntress was doing the best acting job she could. “Well…all right. But you’re a fool if you think you can tangle with Wonder Woman.”

“Let me worry about that.” Wolf sat up on the side of the table Huntress was secured to. “Oh, and more thing. I’ll want the recognition codes.”

Damn! She thought. “What? What codes?”

“The codes that confirm the identity of the sender, and whether they’re in any danger.”

“I have…no idea what…you’re talking about.” The drug’s effects were getting stronger. She could barely move.

“Please don’t insult me.” Wolf reached for her hair and started to stroke it. “If Star Trek writers could think of such a system, I’m sure it occurred to the Justice League as well.”

“Go to hell” she spat. He grabbed her hair, pulling her face to him. One of her knives appeared in his other hand. “I’d lie still if I were you.” He replied. The knife moved to her face, and he began to delicately remove the mask from her face.

“No!” she cried. Her arms and legs yanked furiously at the restraints, but they wouldn’t budge. With a few deft motions, the mask was cut apart. He tore off the pieces and tossed them aside.

She was breathing heavily, but steeled herself. “Go ahead! You can blare my identity to the world, but I’m not going to lead Wonder Woman into a trap!”

“Of course not.” Wolf swung his legs onto the table. Now he was lying next to Huntress while holding her gaze. “You’re a crimefighter. You keep your identity secret for safety and privacy, not because you’ve done anything you’re ashamed of. Until now.”

He removed her restraints, but her strength was gone. He yanked her head to his and kissed her, slowly, almost tentatively.

“What…what are you doing?” She mumbled.

“Ensuring your cooperation.” He pointed to various spots on the wall. “Hidden cameras.” He said, as he kissed her again.

This time it took all her effort to turn her head away. “Stop it! You’re…you’re just a…”

“Just a kid. Yes.” His hand moved to the front of her costume and she could hear it tearing. He must have a knife up his sleeve, she thought. It was almost impossible to focus, but he was cutting away the torso and sides of her costume, leaving just a thin strip to cover her breasts.

“A hulking brute or a gang of thugs doing this to you would elicit sympathy and pity.” He was doing the same to her costume’s legs, leaving only the fabric covering her crotch. “But doing such things with a child? And enjoying it?”

“I’m…I’m not…” But now the drug was even affecting her speech. Wolf began to gently trace his finger around the remaining fabric covering her chest. She shuddered, and he was on top of her again.

“But you are. And you will. And if you don’t give me the exact recognition codes, every person who turns on a television or logs onto the internet is going to see it.”

“Unnnnnhhhhh.” He tore the fabric off of her and began to run a single fingernail up the slope of her breast and onto her nipple, which hardened on contact. Wolf did the same to her other breast, and then moved both fingers up and down her breasts in wide, slow spirals.

“And when you’re recognized - and it won’t take long - you won’t just be exposed as the woman behind the mask.” Now his mouth moved to her breasts while his hands removed the fabric around her crotch. The slow, sensual striptease was complete. His tongue began making the same spiral motions, only to be suddenly interrupted by a sharp bite onto her nipple, and she shrieked in pleasure.

“You’ll be the superhero who has sex with kids.” Wolf took his pants off and deftly donned a condom with one hand while the other began stroking her inner thighs. Her legs involuntarily parted as his fingers traced the lips of her vagina. She couldn’t hold back the moans coming from her mouth.

“In any case, you’ll be mocked, scorned, ridiculed.” He mounted her now, with one hand cupping her buttocks while the other moved to her throat. “But it’ll being even worse if, in your secret identity, you work with kids.”

“NoooooOOOOOOOHHHHH!” What started as a protest became an orgasmic howl as he thrust into her. Wolf felt her pulse quicken when he mentioned working for kids. “Ah, you do. What do you do, Huntress? Social worker? Teacher?”

He continued thrusting in irregular motions, altering his speed and angle of penetration. She cried out with each thrust, but was sobbing on the inside. Despite her incredible arousal, she could picture the face of every child in her classroom, and the taint that seeing this would stain them with, for the rest of their lives. Ms. Bertinelli, their teacher, mentor, and friend, balling a boy just a few years older than them. How could they ever trust again?

No. She could not let that happen. She would betray her word, her ideals, and her dignity to give those kids a chance. She would give this boy what he wanted.

Her final scream as she exploded into another orgasm was part rage, part despair, and part pure sexual ecstasy. Guilt and shame fought with the feelings of pleasure as she lost consciousness.

Dominic answered his cell phone. “Talk to me,” he said.

“She talked.” It was Wolf.

“You’re sure?”

“I interrogated her. She was consistent. And I gave her an additional…incentive… to tell the truth.”

“Good work, Wolf. What now?”

“I have to send an email. Then we have a lot of work to do.”

Diana -

I stumbled on a curious situation that I thought you might want to look at. I happened to be in Metropolis (investigating some connections with the Gotham crime syndicates). I was on the outskirts of the city, near the forest preserve, when a young boy came running out of the woods. When I questioned him, he described a clearing with strange symbols. Based on his description, I sketched these out for you (see the enclosed attachment). If I drew these correctly, they closely resemble the symbols of Hecate that you described to me.

I would’ve investigated myself, but at that point two of the thugs I was tailing reappeared and were on their way. The boy didn’t see anyone or anything else unusual (I think he was just spooked because it was getting dark). I don’t know if this helps. This could be nothing, or it could just be a long abandoned site. But I wanted you to be aware of it, knowing your history with her.

The boy’s name is William (Billy) Wolf, and his phone number and address are also in the attachment.

Take care,

H-

“I’m just saying you should’ve made it a little more urgent, that’s all.” Said Dominic. “Or did you forget about the end of the month deadline?”

“I don’t forget things, Dom.”

“Okay, okay. But come on! You just tell her to check it out when she gets a chance! Maybe if you made it an emergency she would’ve, you know...”

“Brought a few members of the Justice League with her? Capturing her is going to take timing, skill, and some good fortune on our part. You want someone like Superman or Green Lantern showing up on top of that?”

“But what if she doesn’t come? Or check her email for a while?”

“That’s part of the risk I was telling you about.” Dominic glared at Wolf, who met his gaze calmly. “Next time you want a foolproof plan to capture the most powerful woman on the planet, give me a little more lead time.”

Dominic had a sarcastic reply on his lips when the phone rang. Wolf answered with a timid “Hello?” Then he looked up at Dominic and mouthed “It’s her.”

Wonder Woman waited while watching the sun begin to set. She was beginning to regret not picking up the William boy at his house instead of meeting him on the outskirts of the forest. She wished she could call his home to make sure he was on his way. Maybe it was time for her to break down and finally get a cellular phone. She smiled to herself. Though she had no difficulties using modern technology, old habits died hard.

Had he decided not to show up? Perhaps he was scared. The Huntress had thought he had just been spooked by the darkness, but Wonder Woman wasn’t so sure. The magic of Hecate could be strong, yet subtle, especially to a young, untrained mind.

She was just ready to try to go back into the city to find a phone when she thought she heard a very faint cry coming from the woods. She took a few steps to the edge of the forest and listened closely. There it was again, an almost inaudible but definite cry for help. Was it the boy?

Wonder Woman thought quickly. The darkening sky and thick forest cover would make it more difficult to spot whomever it was from the air. She would have to search on foot. She started moving quickly through the trees.

“William? Is that you?” Wolf could barely hear her. He was at the bottom of an extremely narrow, twenty-foot deep ditch. There was so little room for him to maneuver that he had to keep his arms raised outstretched over his head. Though he couldn’t see his watch, Wolf estimated that he had been in the hole for several hours. For most people, even the mildest form of claustrophobia would have sent them into a panic by now, but the only thing that scared Wolf was what would happen if this part of the plan didn’t work.

He had hashed it out with Dominic in a long bull session. At least Dom was learning enough to keep from suggesting another frontal assault. But he still thought force was the answer.

“C’mon, Wolf. A dozen of my men, in camouflage, with dart pistols.”

“Dom, she may have the body of a twenty-four year old, but by all accounts she’s immortal. If she’s even part Olympian goddess, I have no idea what drugs would or wouldn’t work on her. And all she has to do is spot one of your men to know it’s a trap.”

“Okay, but why the ditch? You know how hard it is to dig something that deep - and narrow? It’s giving my men a major pain in the ass.”

“If the hole is wide enough, she can just fly or leap down and grab me. I want the lasso to be the only way for her to rescue me. Unless I gain the powers of the Flash, there’s no way I can grab that lasso off of her and wrap it around her before she acts. I have to have that lasso in my hands.”

Dom shook his head. “It’s too dangerous. At least let me be there. I could be a passing camper who heard cries for help. I could lead her to you, and at least you’d have some backup.”

“All it would take would be one slip from you, and she could suspect something. Next thing you know, the lasso’s around you, and it’s all shot to hell.”

“What, you don’t think I can hold my tongue?”

“If you could, we wouldn’t be doing this in the first place.”

“William? Are you there?” The sound of her voice was closer this time. Wolf cleared his throat.

“W-Wonder Woman? Is - is that you?” He shouted hoarsely, adding a quiver to his voice.

“Yes, William! Where are you? Keep talking so I can find you!”

“I’m here! I…I fell down this weird hole. I think my leg…my leg really hurts. I think it’s broken!”

“Don’t move, William. I’m almost there!” He could hear her footsteps now. She would be arriving any second. “William, why did you come out here by yourself? You should have waited.”

“I wanted to find it before you came, so I could take you right to it. I…I didn’t want to seem scared.”

Now he saw her head looking down the hole. “How strange. What was this doing here?” He heard her ask.

“Can you get me out? Please? We’re real close to that stuff I told Huntress about!”

“First things first, William. I’m getting you out of there and to a hospital. The symbols can wait.”

“Oh…okay.” Now for the moment of truth. If she had some power he was unaware of, some other way to get him out of here, it was over. He held his breath.

“William! I’m going to lower my lasso down to you. I want you to tie it around your waist, and then I’ll pull it up, okay?”

“I can’t! I can’t move my arms down!” Another benefit of the narrow hole, he thought. “But if you drop down your end, I can grab it with both hands!”

“Are you sure you’ll be able to hold on? I’m going to have to pull you up very slowly, to make sure you don’t get hurt any worse.”

“I…I think so. I’m real good on the ropes in gym!” Wolf had never spent a day in school in his life.

“All right. Here it comes!” Wolf saw the lasso being lowered to him. It had a faint glow to it. So that was what magic looked like. When it was within reach, he grabbed it with both hands, and was amazed at how thin it was.

“Okay, Wonder Woman! I got it!”

“I’m going to start pulling you up on three, William. Ready?”

“Uh-huh!” This was it.

“One…two…three!” Wolf felt himself being pulled up very slowly. His sides were painfully scraping against the edges of the hole, but his mind was focusing on what he would have to do when she brought him out of the hole.

While formulating this plan, he would occasionally wish in vain for some kind of power, any kind, to put him on an even playing field with his targets. They were stronger, faster, and could do things that he could only dream of. All he had was a prepubescent body. And his mind.

“You’re almost out, William. How’s your leg?” He could see the rim of the hole now, barely two feet away.

“I don’t know. It…it hurts pretty bad.” He tried not to think of what would happen if this didn’t work. A foster home if he was lucky; juvenile hall or a psych ward if he wasn’t.

But if it did work, he’d not only be one step closer to Supergirl, he would have another powerful, beautiful woman under his control. Until the time he spent with Huntress, he had focused his energy on self-control. The idea of controlling others was a brand new seed in his mind. But it was taking root fast.

When his head emerged from the hole, Wonder Woman bent down and put an arm around his chest from behind. She was merely trying to ensure his leg suffered no further damage when she finished bringing him out of the hole, but it was going to make Wolf’s task even harder. She was far too strong to twist in her grip and face her. He would have to take a blind shot.

“You can let go of the lasso now” She began to say, but Wolf quickly threw the length of lasso he held in a swinging arc behind him and crossed his arms behind his neck as far as he could. “Don’t move or speak unless I tell you to!” He rushed out the words as fast as he could as he felt the ropes tighten around something. If he had misjudged her position, or if a knot was necessary…he would know in a second.
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Wonder Woman saw the boy’s arms flail back, as if he was losing his balance. Suddenly the magic lasso was wrapped around her neck and he had given her an order she was compelled to obey. She was stunned, and angry. This wasn’t the first time her lasso had been used against her, but in the past it had taken supervillains or armies of ninja to subdue her. Now this William boy had taken her by surprise. Had all of this been a prank? A ruse so he could brag to his school friends?

She watched the boy tie a knot around her neck. He pulled on the lasso, using it like a leash, and she fell to her knees. She wanted to demand her freedom, but could say nothing until he told her to.

“You will answer my questions. Is it true that if your bracelets are chained by a man, you are powerless?”

Wonder Woman felt the answer forced out of her as if she was throwing up. “Yes.”

“Does it have to be an adult, or merely a male?”

“I…I don’t know.” The distinction had never been necessary before, she thought, as her cheeks turning red. The boy walked out of her field of vision. She heard him moving aside some fallen leaves before returning, standing behind her.

“Put your hands behind your back.” He said. She complied, and then heard the sound of a welding torch. Her fear began to rise. This was no grade school stunt. If he had been able to send that email undetected, he had either captured the Huntress or somehow obtained the recognition codes. And now he was rendering her completely helpless. Her stomach began to churn, and fear was only a part of the reason why.

After several minutes, the torch was turned off. He walked around to face her, removing his safety equipment as he did so. She tried to avoid meeting his gaze. It was too humiliating.

“Test your strength against the chains.” She did so, and couldn’t even weaken them.

“Your power is gone?” He asked.

“Yes.” She watched him take a cell phone from his pocket and dial.

“I have her.” So the boy wasn’t working alone! Who was behind this? “Bring the van to the trail, and I’ll meet you there.” He listened. “I don’t think so. I have some clothes for her to wear on the way, as a precaution. But it’s dark, and these woods are usually deserted. I don’t think there’ll be a problem.” Another pause. “No, I’ll need some time with her. She should be able to yield some valuable information, in addition to helping us with the next phase. Okay. See you soon.”

He put some sweatpants on her and wrapped a gray blanket around her, obscuring her costume. “Walk, don’t talk.” He said. She did as she was told.

The boy, who called himself Wolf, had interrogated her for hours. First he questioned her repeatedly about Supergirl, asking about her personality and tendencies. Then he moved to other subjects, and she found herself divulging her secret identity, the secret identities of any other heroes or villains she knew (which thankfully were few in number), their strengths and weaknesses…it went on and on.

After moving her to his base, she had spent most of her time on an examination table. Before he had secured her, she caught a glimpse of the Huntress in another room. Though she was chained and gagged, her eyes seemed to beg Wonder Woman for forgiveness. Wonder Woman felt only sympathy for her. Knowing how tough the Huntress was, the torture she must have endured to give up the codes must have been extremely painful. Would it be her turn next?

Wolf had taken a break in the questioning to get some water. Wonder Woman strained to see him, but her chained wrists were secured to a hook on the table, and her magic lasso was bound around her waist and legs, keeping them closed.

He finally came into her view, letting the ice cubes tinkle against each other while he took a long, slow swallow from the tall glass. She swallowed hard. The hours of questioning had left her throat raw, but Wolf seemed tireless to her, calm, inscrutable.

“Would you like some water?” He asked.

“Yes.” He leaned over her face and held the glass tantalizingly close to her lips.

“Then all you have to do is ask me. Respectfully. And address me. Properly.”

She still felt the humiliation, but there was something else about the boy’s voice. He never raised it, but it had a presence about it that shortened her breath.”

“May I please have some water, Mister Wolf?”

“Not bad. But I think you can do better than Mister.”

He was impossible, but she had to have some water. “May I please have some water…sir?”

Wolf let the water trickle over the rim and into her mouth. Wonder Woman greedily swallowed the contents of the glass.

“I just have a few more questions for you, Wonder Woman, and then we’ll stop for the day.” He produced a strip of long, black cloth and wrapped it around her eyes. She felt him fasten the blindfold to her hair with bobby pins, and soon she could see nothing.

“You’ve had the lasso used against you before, haven’t you?”

“Yes.”

“How does it make you feel?”

“Helpless.”

“Why do you continue to carry it with you?”

“It…helps me to interrogate villains.”

“There are other ways to get information without using the lasso, though. And the bracelets? Why do you wear them?”

“I can deflect bullets…and other projectiles with them.”

“But when you’re fully powered, would a bullet harm you, even if you failed to block it with your bracelets?”

“Well, not really. It might sting.”

“So you continuously carry items that, when used against you, render you physically immobile, helpless, and compelled to obey whomever was able to bind you in them?”

“Y-yes.”

She felt Wolf’s hands upon her body. He was using something to cut away her costume. “Hypothetically, Wonder Woman…if I were to ask you if you always wore the lasso and bracelets because deep down you hoped they would be used against you…” She trembled, both from his hands removing her costume and the implications of his question. “…Would you want to know how you would answer that question?”

“No! No, please don’t ask me…” He couldn’t be right, he couldn’t be! But if he did ask her, what if she said yes? How could she live herself?

“Well, I’ve heard enough of you for one day.” She let out a huge sigh of relief, until she felt the ball gag being forced into her mouth. This was additional humiliation. If he wanted her quiet, he could have simply ordered her to, and the lasso would compel her to obey. Then she felt Wolf untying her legs, only to retie them again so they were spread-eagled. “You will enjoy this.” He commanded.

“Mmmmph!” She tried to cry out, but the gag was too snug. She felt him on top of her naked body. His fingers moved slowly over her body, tracing her figure’s outline. The smooth motions would occasionally be accentuated with a probing finger, a sudden pitch, or a scratching fingernail. He did these motions at random, always keeping her guessing as to what would come next. Her body began to respond with hardening nipples and wetness between her legs.

“Urmph…mmph!” She gasped into the gag. Her entire body was throbbing now, as his mouth and tongue moved from her lips, down the hollow of her throat, and into the crevice between her magnificent breasts. He spent a lot of time, licking, sucking, and kneading them. First he would be soft and gentle, then squeeze and tease with abandon. He grabbed each breast and pushed them together. When his fingers forced her nipples into contact with each other, she let out a muffled scream.

Her gagged cries continued as he moved below her waist. His tongue licked at the moisture between her legs, which produced even more wetness. Her knuckles had grown white from squeezing the edges of the table. When he went inside her with her tongue, she started to gyrate. Just as she was on the verge of a climax, he stopped. Wonder Woman cried out in frustration.

“Not so fast, Wonder Woman. You will not orgasm until I give you permission. Understand?”

“Ummrmrrrrrr!” She nodded, but the denial of release wracked her with physical and emotional pain. She felt him mount her. He began to enter her, but only part way before pulling out again. After repeating this several times, she thought she would go insane. Finally, the thrusts went in deep. She felt his strong rhythm and moved with it.

“Not yet.” He ordered. She was almost sobbing into the gag now.

“Not yet.” He said again. Every muscle and tendon was straining in her body. She felt like her whole body was going to disintegrate if he didn’t allow her to…

“Now COME.” She saw, or perhaps felt, a blast of multicolored light run through her. The shades of pigment had sounds, and their shapes each had their own scent, and taste. It didn’t make any sense, but it didn’t matter, as long as she could feel like this.

“Come. Come. Coooooooooome.” More and more waves rushed into her until she lost consciousness in an ecstatic daze.

When Wonder Woman came to, the gag was being removed from her mouth.

“I told you that you’d enjoy it. I guess I won’t need to ask that hypothetical question for real.”

“That…that proves nothing.” She muttered, fighting to completely regain consciousness. “You ordered me to. The magic lasso compels me to obey.”

“I have a surprise for you, Wonder Woman.” He took off her blindfold. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw him standing next to her. Wolf pointed to the end of the table.

Wonder Woman stared at her legs in horror. When he retied her legs to spread them apart, he used a different rope. She hadn’t been under the lasso’s compulsion when Wolf had his way with her! That meant that she had…really…wanted…

She started to sob uncontrollably. Wolf took the lasso and left her alone.

“How’d it go?” Dominic asked.

“Very well. The information was useful.”

“This better work, Wolf. We’re down to six days.”

“That’s plenty of time. And I’ll need it to practice with this thing.”

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Supergirl flew gracefully over the Metropolis Skyline. It was her favorite route, and it let her see the city at its best. Besides, she needed a break after having yet another meeting with the board of M.A.O.C. (Mothers Against Organized Crime).

It was their organization that had indirectly cajoled Supergirl into getting more involved in fighting street crime. A guest column by the group’s founder in the editorial page of The Daily Planet had bemoaned the lack of superhero commitment in “cleaning up our city’s fair streets from the predators that are destroying our neighborhoods”. Public appeals to Supergirl soon followed.

She was having mixed feelings about the whole affair. On the one hand, she admired the women who had banded together to help fight for their neighborhoods. It took real courage. On the other hand, she couldn’t be everywhere at once, and she got the impression that MAOC expected her to be. Supergirl had always felt that her first priority should be defending the common good when it was threatened by forces it could not defend itself against: Powerful supervillains, asteroids plummeting to earth, that kind of thing. While she was happy to assist the police when asked, she was starting to feel like she was stepping on their toes a bit. Yet if she so much dared as to do some research into the whereabouts of some recently escaped villains, MOAC leadership would accuse her of “not seeing the big picture.”

Perhaps this talk with a snitch would help her smash this syndicate once and for all. Her source in the police department’s organized crime section had told her that this Dominic fellow was a genuine mobster who claimed to have information that could help her bring down the Don. He refused to deal with the police, saying that anyone he talked to could already be in the Don’s pocket. Only Supergirl’s reputation was good enough for him.

It was midnight when she landed on the rooftop of the building the snitch had proposed as a meeting place. When she did, the stairway door to the roof opened, and a man beckoned for her to enter the stairwell. She looked around, but saw no one else. Even if it was a trap, what could some small time hood do to her? She entered the doorway.

“Wow, you’re even more gorgeous in person!” he said. He wasn’t bad looking, in a smarmy, early Tom Cruise kind of way.

“You said you had something for me?” The compliment pleased her (though she could have done without the leer). Still, there was no sense in giving the guy any false hope.

“Yeah”, he replied, reaching into his coat pocket. He pulled out a small lead box. “The tapes in this box will put the Don away for good!”

“Tapes of what? And where did you get them from?” She asked.

“I’ll show you.” He replied, as he unfastened the latch on the box. “I think it came from…Krypton!” He turned the box to expose Supergirl to the large green stone. “Suck kryptonite, Super-slut!” He began to laugh maniacally.

Supergirl looked at the stone. “Uh…that’s not kryptonite.”

The snitch stopped laughing. “It’s not?” She grabbed the stone from him and held it in her hand.

“No, I think it’s jade.” She smiled sweetly at the man, who was trembling.

“But…that’s impossible! I paid five grand for it!”

Supergirl couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “You paid five thousand for fake kryptonite?”

“I didn’t know it was fake! The guy on Ebay said it was legit!”

Now Supergirl was laughing uncontrollably. “You tried…hee hee…to buy kryptonite…(snort)…on Ebay?”

“Hey, stop laughing! I mean it, stop laughing at me!” This made her laugh even harder. She laughed so hard she failed to notice Wolf step from the lower landing. There would only be one chance. He tossed the lasso over Supergirl and pulled, tightening the knot around her. “Sleep!” he shouted, and she went from snickering to snoring.

“Damn, you did it! Nice roping, cowboy!” Dominic said. “I’ll take it from here.”

“That wasn’t the agreement. You don’t get her until Monday.”

“Wolf, I’m sick of this shit! If it weren’t for me you’d be picking garbage in an alley somewhere! Yet somehow you feel you can give me orders, you little shit?”

“Okay, Dom. Take her.” He held the end of the rope out to Dom. “But if it turns out that she’s able to resist the effects of the lasso, I’d rather have the little shit find out in his apartment than find out for myself in front of the Don.”

Dominic was seething. He slammed his fist into the stairwell wall, leaving cracks in the plaster. “First thing Monday morning”, he growled. Dom went down the stairs in a huff.

Wolf looked at the damaged wall. He sighed and dragged Supergirl into his apartment.

“Wake up, Supergirl.”

Supergirl found herself naked and kneeling before a boy. He was holding two ends of a folded over rope. With a sinking feeling, she recognized it as Wonder Woman’s magic lasso. The middle of the lasso was knotted around her neck.

“My name is Wolf. Don’t move unless I tell you to.” He knelt opposite her and they looked in each other’s eyes. She found his to be large, yet piercing. She felt vulnerable to his stare, and not just because she was naked.

“How…how did you get Wonder Woman’s lasso?” she asked.

“It’s a long story. Right now I have work to do. Stand up.” She obeyed, and he began to tie three overhand knots in the long length of lasso.

“What are you doing to me?” The snitch and this boy had tricked her, made her overconfident. She wouldn’t make that mistake again - if she got a chance to act.

“It’s called an Oriental rope dress.” She watched him lower the rope down the front of her naked body. The top knot was between her breasts, the second was at her navel, and the third dangled between her legs. “This magical rope is so thin, I don’t think it will show under your costume.”

He took the two lengths of rope and passed them between Supergirl’s legs. When the rope was snug between her labia, he lifted the rope between her ass cheeks. As he did so, the third knot rested on her clitoris, and she gasped. He pulled the rope slightly taut and she gasped again. Then he threaded the ends of the rope through the knot in the back of her neck.

The knot on her clit felt so good that it took all of her concentration to continue asking questions. “But…ooh…but why?”

“Your campaign against the mob hasn’t gone unnoticed. One of their members hired me to capture you.” He took the two ends of the lasso and brought them around to her front, passing them on both sides of her, under her arms, and above her breasts. Then Wolf threaded the ends through the knot between her breasts and tugged on them. Supergirl felt the pressure and started to tremble, which caused the lower knot to pressure her clit, which made her tremble more. It was a vicious, but very erotic circle.

“What are you…they…going to do with me?” She chastised herself for not thinking more clearly. She should be thinking of ways of escape, or at least trying to influence Wolf while he still allowed her to speak. But she was fascinated by what he was doing with the lasso.

“That will depend on who you end up with”, he replied. He passed the ends under her arms again and around the rope running against her back. The ends were then passed under her arms yet again. This time, the ends ran beneath her breasts, just below the ribcage. Then they were threaded through the knot at her navel, forming a diamond.

“I don’t think Dom is going to stick to our agreement. He won’t be satisfied with having you. He’ll want Wonder Woman, and especially the Huntress, who has done so much damage to the Gotham families. And they’ll want the lasso, though I suspect it would take the fun out of their interrogations.”

Wolf repeated the process again, this time threading the ends through the knot at her clit. Supergirl felt the lasso dampened by her wetness. A second diamond had been formed under the first one. Wolf knotted off the ends with sharp tugging motions, causing her to moan.

“And…ohhhhh…what would…you do…with me?” She asked. The lasso was caressing the most sensitive parts of her body. Even the simple act of breathing was slightly arousing.

“If the Mob gets their hands on you, my guess is that you’ll be gang raped until they figure out a way to kill you. If I kept you, I’d train you to be my slave.”

Wolf spoke in his usual matter of fact way, but something about his voice - was it what he said, or how he said it? - gave Supergirl the shivers.

“But, I’ve always been…ooh!…a force for good.” She protested weakly.

“And you still would be - most of the time. With your costume on, no one will notice the lasso underneath. Most of the time, I would allow you to continue to be Supergirl.” The way he stressed the word “allow” made her tremble. “But as long as you wear that lasso, you are under my command. And there will be times that I’ll need the services of a very powerful supervillain.”

He walked over to the closet and pulled out a black outfit. “Put it on” he said, and tossed it to Supergirl.

When she was finished, the transformation was astonishing. Gone was the gorgeous, all-American, red and blue costume recognized the world over. In its place was an almost skintight black outfit with matching facial mask. The black boots completed the look of a brassy, sexy, dangerous dominatrix.

“I don’t think you’ll be recognized in this outfit. Change your flying and fighting style, and no one will guess you’re Supergirl. Which means no one will think to use Kryptonite on you. You’ll be almost invulnerable.”

Supergirl caught her image in the mirror and was transfixed. Part of her was repulsed, but she was beginning to feel the stirrings of a dark side to her soul. And the tightness of the costume was putting even more delicious pressure on the knots.

“But…but I don’t want to be bad. Or do evil things.” The words reassured her. She was still wearing the lasso, so she must be telling the truth.

“I know. As my slave, there would be times you would have to do things that you’d find…distasteful. But I’d be better for you than your current master, MOAC.”

“What? They don’t own me!” She said with disdain.

“Not directly, no. But they’ve pushed your guilt buttons pretty well, haven’t they?”

The question stopped her cold. “Yes.”

“So on one side you have some busybodies trying to use a Supergirl where a Robin would be just as effective. On another side you have gangsters who would only see your value as a fuck-toy until they grew tired of you. And then there’s me.”

Wolf stepped up to her and put his hands on each side of her face. “Sometimes I would use you for Justice, or ‘good’, if you want to call it that. Sometimes I’d use you for criminal acts, or ‘evil’. But when I did use you, it would always be in the way that’s most important to you, Supergirl.”

“What…what do you mean?” She whispered.

“I would always use you to your full potential.”

Supergirl was breathless. “How…how did you know?”

Wolf unzipped her costume and let it fall to the floor. “That’s what I do,” he said, as he put his arms around her. “Identify problems.” He leaned forward to kiss her. “And solve them.”

Supergirl needed no order to kiss Wolf back. Any thoughts of him being “just a boy” had left a long time ago. He had a powerful mind. He had captured three superheroines. And he had seen deeper into her soul than all other men put together. He was her captor, her controller, her…

“Master” she sighed, as they tightened their embrace.

She saw him smile for the first time. “Well spoken, slave. You please me.” And her heart leapt in joy.

He led her into what she thought would be the bedroom. Instead, the door opened to reveal Huntress and Wonder Woman, both naked, gagged, and chained to tables. Supergirl cried out in dismay, but couldn’t take her gaze away from the beautiful, dark-haired women. Huntress looked truly distressed, but Wonder Woman had leaned forward as much as she could. Supergirl could see the yearning in her eyes, and identified with it.

“Slave, remove them from the tables - but keep them both chained.” Wolf said.

“Yes, Master.” She detached them from the furniture and held one of them in each arm.

“Now take off their gags, but if they speak without permission, spank them.”

The three women’s eyes all widened in surprise. Supergirl tore off the ball gags as if they were made of tissue paper. The Huntress whispered in Supergirl’s ear. “Fight it! If anyone can, you…”

She never finished the sentence. Supergirl sat up on the table and threw Huntress over her knee before delivering a smack to her buttocks that sounded like a rifle shot. Huntress cried out in shock and pain.

“Very impressive”, said Wolf. “Perhaps they both deserve a spanking.”

“But I didn’t…” Wonder Woman shut her mouth, but it was too late. Supergirl grabbed her by the hair and gave her a swift slap to her buttocks. Wonder Woman winced. Supergirl hated to see them in pain, but she was beginning to see just how intoxicating power could be.

“Anyone else want to talk out of turn?” All three shook their heads. “Much better. Now that you’re all obeying, we can dispense with punishment and indulge in rewards. Come here, slave.”

Supergirl stood next to Wolf, who began to whisper in her ear. When he told her what he wanted her to do next, her thighs clenched together, and the pressure of the knot on her clit became unbearably arousing. She moved quickly to obey him, and to achieve some release.

Supergirl grabbed Huntress and gently set her down on the floor, so that Huntress was lying on her side. Then she took Wonder Woman and laid her down at an angle to Huntress. She placed Wonder Woman’s head in between Huntress’s legs.

Next, Supergirl arranged herself on the floor so her head was between Wonder Woman’s legs, while Huntress’s head was between Supergirl’s legs, completing the triangle.

“Now each of you are to pleasure the other.” Said Wolf. “There’s only one rule to this little game. You must all orgasm simultaneously. If any of you are early - or late - there will be plenty of punishment to go around. And I think you’ve all done enough of that to each other already.”

Each women felt the guilt gnaw at her with Wolf’s last statement: Huntress and Wonder Woman for assisting in Supergirl’s capture, and Supergirl for spanking them. Though it was impossible for their eyes to meet, a silent agreement was somehow reached.

“Begin” said Wolf. Each woman’s mouth went to work. Huntress’s teeth tugged on the knot, making Supergirl feel slightly delirious. She tried to concentrate pleasuring Wonder Woman, who was so wet that Supergirl was having trouble keeping her head between her legs. Meanwhile, Wonder Woman’s tongue was having the same effect on Huntress.

Their tongues caressed each other the way a sculptor’s hands mold and form the clay. They took long, sensual strokes. Their lips touch each other’s nether lips. And they would even softly nibble on occasion, which would emit a sharp cry from the “wounded” party. Gradually the energy built between them and started to continuously flow threw them, like a current of energy in perpetual motion. Whether it was by intuition, instinct, or just plain luck, they found each other’s rhythm. There was no signal from Wolf, no cry of “On the count of three!” There was simply a giving and receiving of pleasure that built to a shared, mind numbing climax by all three women, wailing like the mythical banshees, until they reached a crescendo so intense in volume and emotion that even Wolf temporarily lost his detached demeanor.

The women were gasping for breath. The triangle had collapsed into the human equivalent of a tangled lock of hair. They seemed to be reeling in and out of consciousness until Wolf’s voice cut through the air.

“Don’t sleep yet, slave. You have one more duty to perform.”

Supergirl’s glazed eyes somehow managed to focus on Wolf. His pants were off and he was pointing to his erection. Supergirl’s mouth opened and closed, as if that alone could move her close enough to him.

“Crawl here, slave.”

Supergirl scaled the floor like a horizontal rock climber, needing to find a handhold with every movement. Finally she made it to Wolf, who lifted her head to his lap and stroked her hair.

“You’re very beautiful, slave. Now service me.”

Supergirl took Wolf into her mouth, awkwardly at first, as this involved a different dynamic than what she had been doing the last half an hour. Wolf gently tugged her hair with one hand, and her rope dress with the other. The combined sensations started arousing her again and she went about her task with renewed vigor. They both came at the same time. And just as powerful as the erotic pulses going through her body was her pride, pride that he thought she was beautiful, pride that she could please him by being with him or with other women. She was proud to be used to her full potential.

The next morning, Supergirl awoke to see Wolf standing above her, holding a woman’s business suit. “This should fit you”, he said. “Put it on. We’ll be leaving soon.”

“Where are we going?” She asked as she dressed. As she suspected, the rope dress didn’t show underneath it.

“We’re going to visit a few banks. We may have to make a quick exit soon and I’ll need some liquidity. There’ll be less hassle if there’s an adult with me.”

“What about Wonder Woman and Huntress?”

Wolf frowned. “That’s one problem I haven’t solved yet. I’ve never killed anyone, and I’m not about to start now. I’ve got enough to keep Huntress quiet - I think - but Wonder Woman is less predictable to me. Being a goddess seems to be an inherent X-Factor. She could endure the humiliation of letting the world know what happened to her, and bring the whole Justice League on top of us.”

Wolf checked to make sure his other prisoners were properly secured before escorting Supergirl out of the apartment. “Of course, I’m open to suggestions, slave.”

When Dominic reached Wolf’s answering machine for the third straight time, he was reasonably sure Wolf wasn’t home. If he was, he could always just say he was checking on his property. He pulled his car up to Wolf’s building.

In his quest to get Supergirl, Dominic had almost forgotten about the other superheroines that he had captured. Almost. With made-man status now a mere formality away, he wanted to blow off a little steam.

He let himself in the building with his skeleton key and used the stairs, savoring the anticipation. Wonder Woman would be a sweet piece of ass, but first things first. He had a little score to settle with Huntress.

A little “friendly persuasion” got the apartment door open. Dom headed straight for the holding cell. When he opened the door, he was surprised to find both women naked and chained to their tables.

“Well, well! The Wolf cub must’ve grown some teeth! No wonder he wanted Supergirl ‘til the deadline. Hey, where is she, anyway?”

Huntress bared her teeth at him. Wonder Woman, who had never seen him, looked confused. “Who are you?” She asked.

Dominic walked over and slapped Wonder Woman across the face. “I’m asking the questions here, bitch! Where the fuck are Wolf and Supergirl?”

“Go to hell, maggot!” Sneered Huntress. Dominic grinned.

“I was hoping you’d say something like that”, he said. Dominic turned on her and gave her two hard shots to the body, leaving Huntress gasping for air. “Now you gonna tell me where they are, or do I give the Star Spangled Slut the same treatment?”

“No! Don’t…don’t hurt her. They…left…this morning.” Dominic took a quick glance around the apartment. If Wolf were leaving for good, he wouldn’t have left his laptop here. They’d be back. He relaxed and turned his attention back to Huntress.

“So you want to keep making sure Wonder Bread doesn’t get hurt?” Huntress nodded.

“That’s more like it.” Dominic spent some time rearranging Huntress’s chains. When he was finished, her ankles were still hobbled and her wrists were cuffed behind her back, but the clamps holding her to the table were released. He threw her off the table and she landed hard on the floor.

“On your knees, cunt. Now you’re going to give me the best head in the fucking world. And if I so much as feel a nibble, I’m gonna torch your girlfriend’s nipples with my Zippo lighter. Got it?”

“Please don’t hurt her. I promise I won’t bite.” Huntress said. Dominic grinned and unzipped his pants. Wait until the guys heard about this…

“Ahdisaynuhdbuthazhul.” Murmured Huntress and she caressed Dominic’s cock with her tongue. “What’s that, slut? You say everyone likes a Spicy Italian?” He chuckled.

Suddenly Huntress rammed her head into Dominic’s crotch, forcing his testicles back into his abdomen. He collapsed in pain, and Huntress used her legs to wrap their chains around his neck before squeezing.

“I said ‘I didn’t say no head-butts, asshole.’” She said through clenched teeth as she choked the life out of him.

When Huntress was finished, she looked at Wonder Woman, who had been silent through the struggle. She knew that Wonder Woman had a strong code against killing.

“You did what you had to do” said Wonder Woman.

“Okay”, said Huntress. “First I phone for help. Then I find that torch Wolf used on you. If it’s here, I can cut your chains free and you’ll be up to full strength. Good thing genius here left the door open.” She gave Dominic’s body a spiteful kick.

“Just hurry”, said Wonder Woman. “They could be back any minute.” Huntress nodded in agreement and rolled herself through the door and into the living room.

Zatanna was the only Justice League member at their headquarters when the red phone rang.

“Zatanna here.”

“Zatanna, it’s Huntress. I need your help. Can you teleport to these coordinates?” Zatanna wrote down the information. “And bring the contents of vault SK1.”

Zatanna shuddered. If she wanted SK1, that could only mean one thing. “I’m on my way.”

“Stop the car, driver.” Said Wolf.

“Yes, sir!” The driver said sarcastically. This kid didn’t have the right to act like the king of the world, even with a blond that hot with him.

“What’s wrong?” Asked Supergirl.

“Nothing, I hope”, he replied. “But I want to make sure I get your full potential.” She smiled and blushed. He pointed to his building, a half block away. “Anyone home?”

Supergirl used her X-Ray vision to scan the building and gasped. “Dominic’s there. He’s not moving.”

“What else can you see?” Wolf said, trying to remain calm.

“They’re both…uh…out of the room. And there’s another woman with them. Zatanna.”

The cabdriver looked at the couple in the back seat and shook his head. Damn psychic wannabe bimbos…

“She’s a sorceress, right? Could she use her magic to track your location?”

“I believe so.”

“Hey, you guys doing that Live Action Role Playing I heard about?” asked the cabdriver.

“Shut up”, said Wolf. He turned to Supergirl. “I need you to buy me some time. Tell them that you were able to break free of the lasso’s influence, but that I got away in the process. Do not let them know that you’re still wearing it. I’ll contact you at the number we discussed when I’m safe and you’ve allayed their suspicions. Understood?”

“Yes, Master.” He kissed her and opened the door for her. She moved out the taxi in a blur. The cabdriver couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Airport”, said Wolf.

Supergirl flew through the fifth story window. “Huntress! Wonder Woman! Are you all right?”

The three women embraced under the watchful eye of Zatanna. “We’re fine”, said Wonder Woman. “But where’s Wolf?”

“He got away. At least he can’t order me around now.”

“Where is the lasso?” Asked Huntress.

“It’s safe”, replied Supergirl. She couldn’t outright lie while wearing the lasso, but since the women weren’t the ones who bound her, she didn’t have to be completely forthright, either.

The women exchanged looks with each other. “Are you wearing it now?” Wonder Woman asked softly. She took a step towards Supergirl.

“Please..stay back!” Pleaded Supergirl. She backed away from the advancing Amazon.

“Supergirl”, said Zatanna. “We just want to help you.” Supergirl turned to face Zatanna, who was opening a box. This time, the contents weren’t jade. Supergirl stumbled and fell, weakening in the presence of kryptonite.

“I’m sorry…master…” She could say no more before the women surrounded her and began untying the many knots.

They told no one.

Even Zatanna, who had rescued them, was given only the vaguest of details about what happened. Hers was an innocent soul, and the less she knew about it, the better.

Supergirl, Wonder Woman, and Huntress all thought of themselves in different ways since the abductions. If their souls had any innocence before, they would be hard pressed to find any now.

Still, in many ways, their ordeal brought them closer together. They were a support group of three, meeting twice a month in their secret identities. Occasionally it was at a secluded restaurant, more often at one of their homes. They would cook dinner, drink a little wine, and talk. Or not. Sometimes they would just sit in silence, but without the awkwardness that most people experience. There was no need for small talk.

Months later, they had just finished putting the dishes away when Supergirl blurted, “I still miss him.” They walked into Diana Prince’s living room and sat down together on the sofa.

“I miss him, too.” Said Wonder Woman. “I know I should just feel violated and abused, and part of me does…but the other part of me liked it.”

“He scares me.” Huntress said. “Knowing he’s still out there, that he could show the world who I am at any time…”

“I don’t think he will.” Supergirl said. “He values information above all else. And the effort it takes to acquire it. It’s not something he’ll just share on a whim.”

She hugged Huntress to comfort her, and Wonder Woman joined in. Sometimes the three would share a bed for the night, sometimes they would go home early. Supergirl smiled. This didn’t have the feel of an early night.

“You know what scares me?” Asked Wonder Woman.

“What?”

“We only got away because Wolf had a stupid partner. And I don’t think he makes the same mistake twice.”

“Very impressive”, the interviewer told Wolf after looking at the sample footage. “Pity they got away. Still…I think we can find a place for a…man…of your talents.”

Wolf shook his head. “What I’m proposing is an independent contractor position for myself. If an assignment comes along that you think I’m right for, you contact me. I say yes or no. If yes, we negotiate payment. But I decide how it’s done. I choose any additional personnel, if necessary. You give me whatever equipment I need. No interference. No back-seat drivers.”

The interviewer smiled. “I think that can be arranged. I’ll have my assistant draw up some papers. Meanwhile”, he said extending his hand, “Welcome to the company - on a case by case basis, of course.”

Wolf stood and shook the hand of Lex Luthor, owner and CEO of LexCorp.

THE END