The
World Turned Upside Down
By
Turtle (taesu_99@yahoo.com)
Note: There was a short WW fanfiction, which had the
same title and premise, which I am making a spin out of. Hope you will enjoy.
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Chapter 1
Nobody can clearly remember what happened, why it
happened, and by whom. All that is left
are the ruins that are strewn across the Earth.
Infrastructure is in tatters, and the electronics that run it are
useless, destroyed by massive electronic magnetic pulse; in some regions,
governments have collapsed.
Technological development has taken a giant step back, back to the level
of the beginning of the twentieth century.
For anyone trying to figure out the source of destruction, it is if a
metaphorical brick wall blocks their path.
Even though it happened only a decade ago, people cannot recount what it
was. It’s as if there is big black hole
in people's memory. It’s as if there is
mass amnesia throughout the world. All
information of the past fifty years has been edited, censored, and
classified. Anybody who seeks
information is warned and, if they persist, they are harmed or, worse,
disappeared. What people do vaguely
remember is that there used to be superheroes before the calamity, and now they
are gone. People want to know what
happened to them, for their desire for answer is vainly disguised hope. Some said they never existed, that it was all
a figment of imagination, while others are too preoccupied in everyday
survival.
The truth is, heroes are alive, but their lives are
in a perilous state. A cabal of
supervillains and secret societies staged a massive attack on the world that
overwhelmed the superheroes. After epic
battles, nearly all the superheroes were captured by the villains who soon took
over governments and other organizations to rule the world. They conduct massive cover-ups, using their
powers and influence to a great degree of success. Once assuming power, the supervillains turned
their wrath on their archenemies. For
too long and too often, their plots had been thwarted by the superheroes. However, death was too easy, too quick, and
too merciful for superheroes. No, the
heroes must suffer for their vanities, knowing and realizing they are no longer
on top.
Captured superheroes are seconded to secret prisons
around the globe. A couple of the
prisons are well known. Superman's
former lair, the Fortress of Solitude, has become cages for Superman and other
super-powered heroes. Superman,
Supergirl, and Power Girl have become powerless as their prison cells are
alight with rays similar to those produced by red suns. At Arkham Asylum, the main premises used to
imprison magically empowered superheroes, whose powers are negated by both
magic and by medical treatment. Beneath
it, fifty stories underground, is the prison for cunning superheroes like
Batman and Question. Also, deep in the
Amazon rainforest is where the Amazons are kept captive. Ironies are used as a key tool in the torture
of the superheroes.
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Another irony to be pointed out is that the collapse
of technology led to recovery of the planet's ecology. Places like the Amazon rainforest have slowly
reclaimed the land taken by humans.
Road, houses, and other traces of humanity are now slowly being consumed
by the living organism which is the rainforest.
The rainforest also makes it a perfect place to hide something big from
prying eyes on the ground.
Right in the middle of the Amazon rainforest is a
vast clearing on which a plantation stands. Surrounded by cyclone fence to
discourage any curious interlopers who are brave enough to hack through jungle,
the premises are further enclosed by a concrete wall a dozen feet high and at
least two feet thick. Once inside the
plantation, the complex is divided into sections. At the center of the plantation are rows of
buildings made out of mud bricks and wood; these are the billets of those who
live within in the enclosure.
Surrounding these building are fields of crops and fields for livestock;
some are raised to feed the workers, but most fields are used to raise cash
crops such as cotton, tobacco, and mulberry trees. Then, at the northern portion of the
plantation, is a large industrial complex.
Here, cotton and silk are spun into cloth, silkworms are fed, and
livestock are butchered, preserved, and canned.
Next to the industrial complex are warehouses and a large airstrip.
There is no entrance to the plantation, which makes only way in and out, the
airstrip where airships come to pick up wares made by the plantation and drop
off any needed supplies. This makes the
plantation its own secluded world, and Paula Von Gunther likes it that
way. After all, she doesn't want anyone
to interfere with her rule over the Amazons.
The secret to the success of Paula's plantation is
the special mind control chips she procured from the Mad Hatter. By implanting the chips on the forehead of
all Amazons, Paula has an army of obedient drones; very appropriate, since
Paula considers herself the queen ant ruling over her own ant hill. She has divided the Amazons into units, one
to tend the fields, one to work at the industrial complex, one to provide
support for the others, and a small group, ironically, to monitor the mind
control chips so they are in good condition to keep the Amazons at bay. While Paula is ruthless in maintaining the
operation, she knows she must not push her minions to the limits. She makes sure her slaves have plenty of rest
between shifts. Paula has even supplied
opium to break down any resistance as precaution, and the plantation grows its
own poppy field. Also, she makes sure
all Amazons go to the clinic for routine mind wipes. This way, Paula has content worker drones.
Surrounded by billets, there is an elegant villa
covered in shade by trees. Lawns are
well trimmed and the garden is well watered.
Inside the air-conditioned villa, Paula oversees the plantation with the
help of technology. She had the whole
place fitted with state of the art security systems against possible intruders
or rebellion. Also from the villa, Paula
enjoys watching her private entertainment.
Whenever she got tired of looking at papers related
to her operation, Paula would swivel her chair from the desk and face a large
set of monitors. She would then grab a
remote and press a button. The first place
she would look was a sweat shop at the complex.
Here, rows of Amazons are sitting in front of sewing machines and
churning out clothes; clothes to be sold middle men who would ask no questions
about the plantation. Then Paula would
hit another button, and the security camera would zoom into one particular
Amazon. Her name is Diana, once she was
known as Wonder Woman, representative of the Amazons to Man's World and
Champion of Women. Now Ms. Prince is
just another drone who is unquestionably working to fill Paula's quota of
clothes. Diana's eyes are dull, but are
fixed attentively to her sewing machine; her great mane of hair is fixed in
long braid, and she wears a smock which is drenched in sweat and is sticking to
her body like second skin. After
watching the fallen Amazon for some time, Paula would then press the first button
again. This time the monitor would
switch to the communal kitchen. Here,
the great Queen of Amazon, Hyppolyta, would be tirelessly working to prepare
meals for her subjugated subjects. Like
Diana, Hyppolyta wears only a smock, and her is tied up and covered in
handkerchief. A long time ago, this
Amazon had humiliated her mother. Now
she debased herself by preparing meals for her former subjects. Paula would
press the remote again, this time to monitor the laundry facility where
Cassandra Sandmark would be working.
Although not an Amazon, this mortal contributed greatly in foiling
nefarious plans of Paula's colleagues as well.
Then she would switch to the field where Donna Troia would be
working. Unlike the others, due to
humidity and working conditions, Donna would be nude except for a wide brimmed
hat. Finally, Paula would switch to the
pig pens, where Artemis is collecting pig droppings to use as fuel for the
plantation. After enjoying the scenes of
her adversaries working tirelessly for her, Paula would switch off the screen
and go back to her paperwork.
*****
Like any other night, the night was very humid. The overhead fan turning on high speed bought
no relief to any workers in the sweatshop.
Normally they should have stopped working hours ago, but there was last
minute order with a short time to deliver it.
So the drones had to keep working until the order was finished. Even though they were preoccupied with the
work and were of blank minds due to the mind control chips, the subdued Amazons
would have noticed the cool breeze, a sign that in the distance a storm is
coming. The worker drones were still
working at their stations as the rain began splattering on the roof. Then, suddenly, thunder began to streak
across the sky. Nobody was paying
attention to the lightning in the sky.
Then one bolt hit the roof of the shop, and electricity streaked across
the nearby wiring and channeled down to a fan right above where Diana sat. The
Amazons near to her were also stunned by the blast, but dear Wonder Woman
received the full blast. Her teeth chattered, her hair stood up, and, most
importantly, the chip on her forehead fried.
The factory blacked out for a couple of minutes until a drone reset the circuit
breaker. When the light turned on again,
Diana and the nearby Amazons laid prone on the floor, while others kept
working. Another group of drones came to the fallen Amazons and checked their
pulses. Normal humans would have either
died or suffered cataclysmic injuries, but these are Amazons, and they were all
breathing and needed only brief bed rest before they would be back at work. So
they were taken in stretchers to the hospital ward.
Diana stared at the ceiling for a long time before
she began to ask herself why she was doing that. Wonder Woman had been denied her cognizance
because of the chip for so long that now she only slowly realized she was no
longer dictated by abstract orders in her head, and that her mind was no longer
clouded. Diana turned her head around to
be aware of her environment. She didn't
recognize the place. She saw that she
was in some convalescent room, with two rows of beds facing each other. Then
Diana looked at the bed to her left, and looked at the face of the woman lying
there. Her mind was blank at first as
she looked at her, but as her brain slowly reclaimed its thought process, it
dawned on her as to who she was looking at.
Then she turned her head to the right, and this time quickly recognized
the woman on the bed. These women had
been sitting next to her when she was struck by the electric bolt, but Diana
was not aware of that; what she was aware of was that they were her fellow
Amazons, and that they had metallic squares on their foreheads. Quickly, she touched her own forehead, and
Wonder Woman felt the chip on her own forehead.
Then a flashback occurred.
*****
Never before had Wonder Woman saw such tidal wave of
calamity. Her army of villains had
united to face her before, but due to her superior strength and mind, she was
able to overpower them. It also helped
that many of them were prima donnas, and were not united long enough to be a
threat. However, this time it was different. They were coming at her with more force, more
ruthlessness, and, to her dismay, with strong discipline. Quality always trumped quantity. That was Wonder Woman's edge whenever she
faced overwhelming odds. As a trained
warrior, her instinct told her that, when facing overwhelming odds, she had to
retreat; but retreat, even with such overwhelming odds, is equally risky. It would boost the morale of her enemies,
while causing the loss of faith and morale to her allies and those she strive
to protect. When Wonder Woman made her
decision, she took it without flinching, she retreated. Recrimination would inevitably come
afterward, but Ms. Prince believed she would be justified as soon as she
regrouped and rallied her Amazon warriors to come to her aid and save the
world. Except that was impossible.
Her enemies, especially Circe, knew where the Amazon
sanctuary was, and they made a preemptive strike on her homeland. What Wonder Woman saw before her was
horrifying. The palace she had grown up
in was aflame. Enemy warriors were
roaming the streets of the city. Her
only glimmer of hope was that she didn't see any fallen Amazons on the ground,
which meant they were still resisting.
Then she came upon the amphitheater.
The entire Amazon citizens were there in shackles. The surprise attack had been so complete that
everybody was taken before they had chance to resist. On the stage stood Cheetah, Circe, Paula, and
Doctor Psycho, to name a few; with them, on their knees, were her family, Queen
Hyppolita, Donna Troia, and Cassandra Sandmark, all beaten and in shackles.
Circe look up to where Wonder Woman was hovering,
and gave her wicked smile to show Wonder Woman that she was beaten. Despite the despair she felt, Wonder Woman
was still defiant. Then Circe spoke,
"You have a choice, my dear."
Wonder Woman did not respond. Circe
continued, "You can come down and join you fellow Amazons in lifetime of
servitude. Or watch them
afar." ‘That wasn't a choice,’
thought Wonder Woman, ‘that was total capitulation.’ "I wonder which is more painful for you
my dear princess," Circe said, "Choose wisely, choose the one with
the least pain." Then Diana noticed
she was surrounded by the minions of her adversaries, and that, further, they
were also aiming their weapons toward the fallen Amazons to remind her of the
consequence of her resistance. Diana bit
her lips until they bled, then she reluctantly came down to them and
surrendered.
Nude and shackled by man, Wonder Woman led the
procession of Amazons to the ship offshore. Once aboard, she was led to a cabin
where there was a vast array of electronic machinery with dentist chair in the
middle. In the room, overseeing the
place was a grinning Barbara Minerva.
Diana was led to the chair and strapped into it. Dr. Minerva then approached her with a
modified clamp with wiring protruding.
She placed the tips of the clamp on Diana's forehead. The last thing the Amazon remembered was
receiving high voltage of electro-shock and blacking out.
*****
Quickly surmising that she had been in servitude,
Diana realized she is still in danger and she must escape to avoid been
caught. Despite her aching body, slowly
Wonder Woman slipped from the bed, careful to avoid raising any suspicion by
the nurse drone. Luckily the drone was
distracted in paperwork; Diana came behind her and gave a karate chop on the
neck to knock the drone into unconsciousness.
While feeling sorry for her fellow Amazon, Wonder Woman knew this was
the best solution until she found the means to free all of them. Then she checked the hall to see if there was
anyone else, and, when she found the coast is clear, she went toward the nearby
window. Luckily the window was not
alarmed, and Diana managed to open it without making any sound. With some strain, she managed to lift her
legs out of the window, and then the rest of her torso followed. It was still night out, and it was dark since
Paula felt it was waste of power to keep the plantation alight at night; so
many of the drones tread the premises in darkness. Slowly Wonder Woman leaned out of the window
frame, and, in a leap of faith, jumped.
She fell for a few seconds; Diana thought for a
moment she would fall to the ground. The
fear proved unjustified, as she slowly gained altitude and eventually was
flying above the plantation. Not to
raise alarm, Diana quickly flew over the wall and into the jungle. After flying some distance away, Diana felt
it safe to land. Despite the tall trees
and brushes, Wonder Woman quickly found a brook of water and landed near
there. It was near morning, no doubt
Paula realized that she was missing; she would order search parties, and Diana
knew she must maintain time and distance away from Paula before she could
strategize. Just as she about to fly
away, she saw a movement in corner of her eye, and heard brushing of the bushes
and a slight whooshing sound.
Instinctively, Wonder Woman raised her arm to block the projectile,
before realizing she didn't have her silver bracelet. She felt sting of a dart,
a dart from blowpipe, and slowly the world turned pitch-dark.
*****
Slowly, the haze cleared from her vision. Diana noticed she was sprawled across a grass
mat with a linen blanket covering her nude body. She tried to rise, but her body did not
respond. The poison on the dart was
composed of two types; one to cause loss of consciousness, and another to cause
paralysis. Even though she had regained
her consciousness, Wonder Woman was groggy, and the urge to go to sleep was
great. However, she knew she might be in
danger, so she scanned her environment, which was difficult since she couldn't
move her head. She was inside a small
hut made of leaves and straw with an entrance covered with same type of mat she
was lying on. On the other side of the
mat, Diana heard voices as if they were arguing over something. Then the voices died down and the mat parted;
entering the hut was a tall caudillo.
Unbeknown to her, the man who is looking at Wonder
Woman was the most powerful mafia don in Rio de Janeiro. He came up the Amazon River looking for young
Amazon natives for his brothels. When he
came to the village of Native Americans, the chief offered an alternative to
his village girls. They said they had
found her wondering around in the jungle nude. The caudillo was skeptical about
chief's claim, but when he saw her, he knew he must have her. Diana was still paralyzed when caudillo
finished the negotiation with the chief.
He was still going to take the young women from the village as well the
tribute he saw before him, but first he wanted to taste the fruit of the gain.
The Amazon's eyes went big when caudillo stripped
his clothes off and yanked the sheet covering her body from her. He had an erection as he saw the beautiful
body of the warrior woman. Kneeling on one
knee, the caudillo reached out to her clitoris and rubbed it slowly and strongly. While her body wouldn’t respond to her
command, she could feel the arousal this man was forcing from her, and she was
outraged. As soon as she was wet from
his rubbing, the caudillo lifted her from the mat and raised her legs over his
shoulders. His hands were kneading her
breasts while her back was rested on his crossed legs. He positioned his penis right into her
vagina. What Wonder Woman was
experiencing was beyond any feeling—the rage, the anger, and the
hopelessness. As he thrust into her,
Diana automatically grunted and she realized she was going to climax soon. She wanted to escape; she wanted this to be
nothing but a nightmare to wake up from.
However, she knew it was not an illusion, but a reality; a harsh reality
which she had just woke up to from years of mindlessness. Tears slowly built up in her eyes as she
finally climaxed, and the caudillo soon ejaculated.
After catching his breath, the caudillo slowly
dressed himself as he looked down on the Amazon. He didn't know who she was and he didn't
care. All he saw was that this woman
would fetch a large number of customers to his fanciest bordello. As he stepped out of the hut, he snapped
orders to his men; it was going to be a long journey back home to Rio de
Janeiro where he wanted to show off his latest catch.