Terror of the Soulless One
Part 9. Evil Dominant
Diana was doing something wrong but it was hard for Diana to tell exactly
what it was. Her mind, at least the part of her that usually decided what
to do and when to do it, was far, far away from the part that would actually
take action. She was lying on her back in an open field, her nude body chained
to the ground by the pretty flowers. Chains of daisies and Dandelions wrapped
themselves around her legs, arms and body. The sun, though high in the sky,
did not blind her as she stared at it, nor did the gentle breeze give her
any comfort. She could not speak because grass had grown over the bottom
of her face like a beard. Tears formed in her ethereal blue eyes and soaked
the ground. This was her place, the place that Diana had first built when
she was learning how to meditate. It was her Spirit Temple wherein she could
reflect upon her life free from much of the pain of that life. That was why
the hypnosis had worked so well and so quickly. The mental force that invaded
her mind had simply forced it down a familiar road. The violation was so
primal, so far beyond physical rape that Diana did not think there was a
name for it.
But here, in her Spirit Temple, she could not feel anger; and without anger she could not draw strength enough from her soul to free herself. She could sense the anger, see it hovering outside of the field, a great black shape, terrifying and beautiful. It called to her, reached for her with tendrils of dark and terrible power, only to have those tendrils absorbed by the dandelions and daisies and dispersed into the ground. She could think, she could remember, but no more than that. And she did remember, for the same mental force that bound her had absorbed her mind from birth to capture. No part of her memories was left untouched, not a moment overlooked. While it was done a sick laughter had echoed through Diana's mind. It was the laugh of her captor an it not only mocked her memories, it mocked her attempts to free herself.
While this was happening to her mind, Diana was all too aware that her body was free. But her body was not serving her. Her eyes saw what was going on and her ears relayed sound as they always had, and she could feel her other body, her real body. But the spirit that would drive that body was bound and helpless. Only her tears showed the amazon princess's pain. For with her soul bound her body would obey her captor and Diana trembled with fear at that realization.
The chamber was large enough to hold a hundred metal tubes ten feet tall and two feet around. They were sleeping tubes and in them 100 beings slumbered. A gas applied to their tubes would wake the sleepers. But the gas no longer existed. The snake had methodically taken all the tanks that were full of that gas and crushed them. So the people in those tubes slumbered on.
Maria Stieber knelt on the floor as the snake coiled itself around her stomach. Maria was an attractive woman with olive toned skin and long black hair. She knelt unmoving, held by the same mental force that held Diana as the snaked wrapped itself around her plump body. The snake was long and gold with two heads and deep red eyes. Its coils moved around her body with ease and when it was done Maria stood at its command. It had coiled around her neck once, and from there it's long body had wrapped itself both above and bellow her breasts, around her stomach and the tip of its tail pressed against the entrance to her vagina. Maria turned and walked out of the chamber. Diana followed her. Silently they entered the larger of the chambers and walked toward the hanging vines. Those vines were used by the fairies to hold a woman while the fairies used her womb to birth their young. They had used it on Diana only hours before. Diana didn't want to go near them. She was given no choice in the matter. She and Maria walked into the center and Maria knelt down and pushed two of the stones in the floor. There was a low rumbling as eon-old gears and counter weights shifted deep bellow them. The floor they were standing on sank into a pool of darkness.
The chamber the Sinking platform revealed was small but solidly built. Supports on the walls and floor and ceiling were very think and spaced only 1 foot apart. A sleeping tube was in the center of the chamber. Maria knelt down and turned a valve on a smaller tube. A hiss of escaping gas accompanied the metal of the larger tube dissolving like wax under a hot light. Revealed under the metal was a tall man nearly 8 feet in height. Naked, his body betrayed his not-quite human nature. It was covered in a gloss of soft golden fur. His face was aquiline and his ears neatly pointed. His blonde hair was cut short but not severely so. His penis was normal, but surrounded by a patch of grey hair. The being was beyond lean, each muscle tightly wrapped in flesh. The being opened his eyes as the gas dissolved the last of the tube. The light of evil shining from his eyes and his demonic smile pierced Diana's heart and nearly killed her hope.
"Greetings my slaves." he said stepping off of the tube platform. At a wave of his hand the snake left Maria and slid off into the shadows.
"Maria." he said happily taking one of her breasts in his hand and massaging it. "All those centuries and you never guessed that I was here."
He laughed, a laugh filled with equal parts joy and contempt. Maria stood still and expressionless.
"And you." he said turning to Diana. "Princess of Paradise Island!" He pressed his hand against Diana's pussy and eased his fingers into her, massaging her clitoris. "Your life is beyond amusing."
Diana's body responded with a low moan and his fingers became wet. Laughing again the man held them up to Maria.
"Lick them clean Maria, show me that old skill of yours."
Maria took the fingers into her mouth slowly, rolling her tongue around them before pulling them in.
"Oh we will have such fun together." he said. "I am Wal-kin, you will call me; "master". You," he paused and took a deep breath, "and everyone else."
Putting both hands on Maria's shoulders he slowly forced the woman to kneel.
"But first, wake me slave. Show me how much you remember."
His penis was already erect as Maria started to lick it. Wal-kin laughed as she took his member into her mouth.
"Maria did not have a chance to tell you much about me." Wal-kin said to Diana as Maria worked hard between his legs. "When she tumbled through that portal she fell into my garden. I took her in, taught her, played with her, showed her joy for almost a year before any of my people found out about her. I was told not to do that sort of thing again." He smiled and patted her head. "We are all a law unto ourselves, so that was all that was needed. In a way her release was a good thing, for I was forced to listen to her fully for the first time. I knew my portal had reached into time, but I thought it was into the past, not the future. I could not imagine a future where the Hi-Riskia-Shi-ah did not continue to exist."
"It was a humbling thought," he said pausing for a moment to thrust his hips into Maria's face. "Humbling and intriguing. For I realized that if my race were no longer on the planet, Maria's race would be. A young race, easily controlled, already at war with itself. The prospect was thrilling."
He pulled away from Maria and shoved her to the ground. Glowing blue fluid from his penis sprayed her body and Maria moaned. Wal-kin was patient and thorough, covering as much of her body as he could.
"Kneel and lick it off of her." Wal-kin ordered. Diana knelt and obeyed him. The fluid tasted harsh and bitter in her mouth.
"And it was so simple. I helped Maria and the rest of my people who believed her to build this place. I secretly put a private chamber for myself underneath them, pretending to miss the deadline to join the group when they chose to sleep. While they were asleep I introduced instability into the monsters and other creatures my race had created. They were just beginning the destruction when I entered my own sleep chamber. Of course I first destroyed the resurrection agent."
Wal-kin knelt beside them as Diana's tongue roamed around Maria's body. Both women were moaning, not wholly from the erotic act they were being forced to perform.
"The worst I could think of to happen was that my race would survive, that somehow Maria had changed time. In that case I would awake in the same position I had left."
He took hold of Diana's hair and pulled her head between his legs. His penis was still erect and Diana took it into her mouth instinctively.
"Your turn." he ordered. He snapped his finger at Maria. "Pillow."
Maria stood and walked behind the two of them and then lay down. Wal-kin put his head back onto her stomach. With one hand he idly reached up and pinched her nipple.
"But it seems history went on as Maria said it would. Now I am the last of the Hi-Riskia-Shi-ah, and most certainly the most powerful being on the planet. Now I can amuse myself in many different ways. Running an empire will be a good start."
As if to emphasize his words he came, forcing more and more of his cum into Diana's mouth and into her throat. She took it all. After he was done she licked him clean. Wal-kin sighed and stood up.
"I can not tell you how much I am looking forward to meeting your mother and your sisters." He said as he mentally commanded Diana and Maria to stand. "But for now, let us deal with Miss Syn."
He walked over to a crystal set in the wall and pushed it. The wall shimmered to reveal a closet with a red robe lined with gold. He put the robe on and turned to another crystal. As he pressed it a long tubular tunnel appeared. "I've watched her for years now. She does have potential, once she learns who truly is the master of all. Once I, Master Syn, teaches Myaukia Maguire her true place in the world."
Diana had never known such absolute despair. Against Miss Syn she would have won, Diana had been sure of that. It was only a matter of retrieving her costume. But against Master Syn all her strength was useless. The golden belt increased her physical strength, not her strength of will. Her strength of will had not even mattered in her mental battle against Master Syn, even though his mind was merely channeled through the snake. Deep within her Spirit Temple the bound Diana's tears soaked the earth.
They emerged into a small room deep within the ruined city. Master Syn led them through the maze of half-sunken streets, stopping now and then to gaze at the place that had been his home. He muttered to himself, like someone who has been away from home for a long time and, upon returning, finds it a place changed.
"Such times I had here." he said as they stopped before the shattered remains of a building. All that was left of it was the facade. A bass relief of two snakes entwining about a woman's body. "I will have to rebuild it."
They traveled through the city and emerged next to the Quonset huts. No one could be seen.
"Quite a difference." Master Syn said looking at the building. He ran his hand along the aluminum skin. "Primitive."
He led the two of them into the hut and into one of the rooms. There on a table was Wonder Woman's costume, belt and lasso.
"Dress Diana." he said. "You've searched for it for so long, you deserve to wear it at least for a little while."
Diana dressed woodenly. Her costume was looser than it should have been; she had lost weight in the past few weeks. When she was finished Master Syn looked at her approvingly. Never had Diana felt more hollow.
"Yes, you will be a good personal slave."
He led them out of the room and the hut. Within her Diana struggled against her mental bonds, but to no avail. Never had she been so completely dominated, even her golden lasso did not have the power of this man.
The beach was crowded. All of the monkey-men were there, along with Steve, Etta, Helmut, Abby, Sidney, Lady Cynthia and her children and Miss Syn. Abby, Etta and Lady Cynthia were each nude and fastened to large wooden X frames. Etta and Abby were adults once again, but not as old as they had been. They were barely out of their teens if Diana judged rightly. Lady Cynthia was younger as well, but not as young. Numbers had been written on their stomachs in red paint. Etta was one, Abby two and Lady Cynthia three. Steve and Helmut, adults again like the ladies, stood in front of them, bruised and battered. Each monkey-man held a club in one hand and around them lay the bodies of monkey-men. Sydney stood off to one side by Miss Syn who was sitting on a raised throne.
"Be still." Master Syn whispered. His whisper was accompanied by a mental shout that rolled through the crowd like a wave. Instantly everyone on the beach froze in place.
With Maria and Diana following him Master Syn walked over to where Miss Syn sat. He went up to her and stared into her eyes. For a time the air between them seemed to crackle and hum with mental energy. Then, wordlessly, Miss Syn stepped off her throne, removed her dress, her underwear and then knelt in the sand and started to kiss his feet.
"Very good." Master Syn said. He stepped away leaving her to kiss the sand and took his place on the throne. "What was occurring here?" He demanded of Sydney.
"It was a contest to see who would be allowed to mate with the women." Sydney said. "If one of the apes managed to touch one of the women he would be allowed to mate with her."
"Isn't one of them your wife?"
"I never loved her, she was a tool that I needed to get a promotion. I cheated on her often and sold her to Miss Syn in exchange for youth."
"You desire youth?"
"Walk to the pool and enter it. Stay in it until someone pulls you out."
Silently Sydney walked away.
"Amusing." Master Syn said. He looked down at Miss Syn who was still kissing the sand. "Poor dumb beasts. Rise Myaukia, speak the truth."
Miss Syn rose, her face covered with sand. Diana could see in her eyes the shock and terror the Asian felt. A part of the amazon felt good about that.
"The contest was rigged." Miss Syn said. "I had arranged for the apes I wanted to be in the back of the crowd."
"Let those apes come forward."
At his command three of the monkey-men shuffled to the front of the crowd.
"Why these three?"
"They are dumb, loyal, strong. The others were too smart, too much like Sim and Stone. I did not want a race of slaves that might revolt."
"Sensible." Master Syn said. He smiled and it was a smile that would haunt Diana to her dying day. "Slaves must be taught their place."
Suddenly Miss Syn blinked and Diana realized she was free. But just as suddenly she wasn't. The monkey-men charged her, bringing her down to the sand under their weight. Soon Miss Syn was moaning and screaming as her own rape commenced. It sickened and thrilled Diana to see the woman who had caused so much pain get some of it back. But all too soon she realized that Miss Syn was not fighting back, was not moaning in pain. Diana looked on in shock as the Asian tore into her suitors with as much ardor as any willing bride would. Was she still under Master Syn's control?
Master Syn's laugh made Diana realize what was happening. He was controlling Miss Syn, and Diana realized that he could do that to any of them.
"Helmut, say hello to your sister." Master Syn commanded.
Helmut walked over to Maria, knelt in the sand and buried his face between her legs. She moaned and hugged him.
"Too much fun!" Master Syn shouted. At some silent command three of the monkey men walked over to the three captive women. They reached up and untied them from the X frames. Once in the sand Etta, Abby and Lady Cynthia knelt and began to lick and caress the dark and hairy members before them.
Diana and Steve and a few of the monkey-men were the only ones left on the beach who were not doing anything. She found herself walking over to Master Syn and kneeling before him. He reached over and patted her head.
"Watch us Steve." Master Syn said. Steve turned his head toward them and the villain reached into Wonder Woman's top and began to massage her breast. "They are as firm as you have ever wished them to be."
Deep within her Diana's soul trembled and for the first time the tendril of anger that reached her spirit self was not dispersed.
"I know your fantasies Steve." Master Syn said. "I know how you've wanted to bind her with her own lasso, compel her to not only love you, as she does, but serve you as a slave."
NO! Diana's spirit shouted and her Spirit Temple shuddered as if it were caught in an Earthquake. She knew that Steve loved her, but the rest she would not accept.
"I could be lying of course." Master Syn said. He was still massaging her breast and Diana's body was responding. "But there is so much about you she does not know. Shall I tell her what you did when you were fifteen? She would be shocked to find out the truth about her wholesome, all American boyfriend and how he spent those hot summer nights on his grandparents farm."
Diana's rage was growing and she was letting herself revel in it, hunger for it. She could only hope that Master Syn didn't realize the danger, that he thought her still as helpless as she had been only a few moments before.
"Granted Miss Betty was a beautiful woman, and the farmhouse was alone in the valley, so why should a woman bother to close her curtains while she bathed? And the rain washed away the evidence of your young lust before anyone had to repair the roof."
Steve's face was so red with embarrassment he might have been in the throes of some great fever. Diana knew what he was feeling; she had felt it herself as Master Syn had delved into her mind. Everyone, no matter how good, had deep and dark memories in their youth. Harmless memories, but harmless only so long as those memories were kept in a very deep, very private place.
"Would it surprise you to know what Diana saw when she was only fifteen?" Master Syn asked, drinking in deeply of the pain he was causing. "It was not what you would expect, growing up on an island of women."
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Diana's very world trembled at the thought of Steve learning that secret. Cracks appeared at the edge of her sanity and the flowers holding her began to wilt.
"Let me set the scene for you." Master Syn said, barely looking at Diana. "It is a warm summer night and the young princess is out for a walk. She hears music, laughing... Surely she thinks some of her older sisters are having a party. But as she gets closer she hears other noises too. Not the noises of women enjoying their own, or other women's bodies, but similar noises. She is puzzled and curious. What ever could these noises be?"
The terrible blackness that had torn Diana free from her bonds was now powering her back to her body. Her sanity was a memory, her only thought, her only goal was murder. Suddenly a barrier sprang up, barring her from control of her body. The barrier was the face of Master Syn. He was laughing at her. It ordered her back.
"She does not want me to tell you." Master Syn said. "And you tell yourself you don't want to know. But you secretly do. Shall I reveal to you what those noises were? What the young princess saw when she came over the hill and beheld her sisters? How she stood there until daybreak and did not turn away? Shall I tell you if she enjoyed it?"
Master Syn laughed but his laugh was cut short. The barrier that Diana's spirit had encountered had barely slowed her down. At full power the amazon's fist met his jaw. Another and another followed her first blow. The throne cracked and splintered and the wood pierced Master Syn's body. Neither he not Diana noticed it. Fully taken by the rage she pounded away at his body until long after it was reduced to paste.
"Without me you will die in one year!" Miss Syn shouted at the monkey-men.
They looked at her, naked and bound to the Xframe. Abby and Etta had been the first to recover and they had dragged a kicking and screaming Myuakia to the nearest X-frame and tied her there. Diana had watched numbly, still recovering from her own mental shock. Even with Master Syn dead, dead by her hands, they were not out of trouble yet. The monkey-men stirred uneasily at Miss Syn's words.
"You don't have to follow her!" Maria shouted. "I lived with the Riskian's for years, I know ten times more than Miss Syn!"
"Do you want to take that risk?" Miss Syn shouted. "She vanished only a year ago, suddenly she appears here, with him? How can you believe her."
The monkey-men shuffled a bit and then one of them came forward. The others formed behind him in an instinctive recognition of leadership.
"We do not wish to serve her." He said pointing at Miss Syn. "But we will not accept extinction."
Diana heard it all through a haze of shock as the hate cleared from her mind and her eyes beheld her blood covered hands. Not only her hands, but most of her body.
"Serving her is worse than dying!" Etta shouted. She stepped forward. Later Diana would realize that she would never be more proud of Etta Candy than at that point. Naked, facing a crowd of creatures that, to survive, not only had to capture Etta but rape her as well, she still stood calm and defiant. "Look at what she was forcing you to do!"
"Only the strong should survive!" Miss Syn shouted.
"But you didn't want the best!" Etta shouted back. She turned to the monkey-men again. Steve and Helmut knelt next to Diana.
"Think about it." Etta demanded. "She doesn't want your race to survive because it deserves too, she wants a race of slaves! Is that what you want? Do you want to be slaves? Is life that important?"
"Life is everything!" Miss Syn shouted.
"No it isn't!" Etta shouted back. "Not the way she wants you to live! She wants you to live like animals! Maria can teach you to live like civilized people! Isn't it worth the risk to live free and maybe die instead of living as a slave?"
Diana stood silently and looked around. She had the power to end the debate, but no one was looking at her. The monkey-men stood silently, gazing at each other, mumbling to each other. Diana took a step away from the gory pile of flesh that had been Master Syn and stayed silent. She felt that they were all standing on one of the fulcrum points of history. A thousand paths lay open, not only for them but for the world as well.
"I am not biased in my view of things." Lady Cynthia said stepping forward. They all turned to look at her. "When I first came to this island I did not think of you as people. Later when I was raped, and it was rape no matter what Miss Syn has told you, I hated you all. But in the end Sim showed me that you have potential to be more than brutes, whether you admit it or not you are not meant to be slaves. I have born one of you, and I will tell you now that whatever you decide my daughter will not be a slave to anyone."
"She wants you to be her slaves not mine!" Miss Syn shouted.
"Listen to me." Helmut said. "My people follow an evil leader because of his promises. You saw what they became when they attacked you. This is a good island. You have food here, shelter, a city to explore. My sister tells me that the builders of this city lay asleep, that she needs help to revive them."
"The Riskian's were not all like Master Syn." Maria said. "He was a criminal to them. Help me wake them up and together we can re-build their civilization with them."
"Wake them up and you will be their slaves!" Miss Syn shouted. "She is lying! No one will ever accept you for anything but apes!"
"Who's more likely to lie to you?" Etta asked. "Who has lied to you before? Who here has truly treated you like animals?"
For a few minutes there was more mumbling as the monkey-men turned and talked among themselves. Then the leader turned to Maria.
"I am Tide." He said. "I speak for my people. We will trust you."
"No!" Miss Syn screamed. "Fools she..."
Miss Syn got no further as Abby punched her in the stomach and then wrapped a rope around her head, stuffing it into her mouth to serve as a gag. The Asian went wild with fury as she pulled against her bonds, but they held and the monkey-men walked off of the beach.
"It's over." Steve said.
"No." Diana said. "No Steve it isn't."
The two graves were placed in a small clearing not far away from the mansion. Diana had torn slabs of rock out of the ground and carved the names herself. Then she had painstakingly gathered every piece left of Patricia and her mother's bodies and placed them into the simple wooden caskets that Helmut and Steve had made. That had been a week ago and now Diana stood at the graves. She was wearing a simple grey tunic. Beside her, holding the red, white and blue costume of Wonder Woman, stood one of her amazon sisters. The costume was clean, but Diana was not sure if she would ever wear it again. Miss Syn was already on her way to Punishment Island. Diana didn't know if she would join the Asian or not.
The sun was rising but Diana felt none of its warmth. She knelt down in front of the grave.
"I hope you have peace at last Patricia." Diana said. She started to cry and let the tears come.
At a sound from the brush she looked up to see Steve walk into the clearing. Diana stood and wiped away her tears. He was back in uniform, but it was loose on him. Abby, Etta and Helmut were all younger than they had been, and according to Maria would not age as fast as they normally would. Not anymore. They were more fortunate than Sydney who had fallen into the pool and reverted back to some point beyond birth. Abby had surprised them all by crying over his death. Even knowing what he had done she still had loved him.
The amazon holding Diana's costume took a few steps away from them as Steve walked over to Diana.
"You don't have to do this." Steve said. "Anyone of us would have done the same thing."
"I'm not anyone Steve." Diana said. "I'm Wonder Woman. I was given great gifts by the gods and I used those gifts to murder someone. It would have been simple for me to knock him out, but I gave into rage and hate. That is un-acceptable."
"So what now?" Steve asked.
"I told you. I must return to Paradise Island, confess what I have done to my mother and accept her judgement."
"What will that be?" Steve demanded his voice choking at the words.
"I don't know." Diana said simply. She looked into the sky as the sound of a plane was heard.
"Ride home's here." Steve said.
"For you and Etta and Abby." Diana said. She faced him.
"Do not worry Steve. Even if it is not I, my mother will choose another of my sisters. The goddesses have decreed; your world needs a Wonder Woman."
"The hell with the world!" Steve snapped. "You are Wonder Woman! I don't care if another hundred women comes after you, your Wonder Woman to me and you always will be!" He gripped her shoulders, desperation in his voice. "Listen if you hadn't killed him I would have and I would have enjoyed it!"
"I did enjoy it Steve!" Diana said, crying again. "I loved doing it, I loved every blow and I remember how he looked as he died. I loved it Steve, I think I'd do it again and I think I'd enjoy it again, and that is why I might not have the right to be Wonder Woman. You would have killed him. I did kill him. Wonder Woman would not have killed him. I have to decide if I'm Wonder Woman Steve. I have to learn if I've been teaching mans world a better way of life or if mans world has made me forget my own teachings."
"First one death in rage, then another? Another? How much rage will it take next time? A little less? After that less and less rage and hate to excuse the killing? That path is easy to tread Steve and I've taken my first step! It has to be my last, one way or the other it has to be my last!"
"Even if I never see you again?"
"Even if I never see you again." Diana repeated changing the emphasis slightly
to let him know how she felt.
With a growl of frustration Steve let go of her and stomped off into the jungle. Diana watched until she could no longer see him, and listened until she could no longer hear him. Then she turned and followed her amazon sister toward the beach, her plane, her home and her judgement.