She was mortified at the information she was passing along to her foe, and she was angered and repulsed by the act she had been forced to perform. She could see no escape from her predicament, however. She still felt as if she was unable to concentrate as she normally would. To compound her problems, the orders she was carrying out were forcing her to devote most of her conscious thoughts towards providing her enemy with her most guarded secrets.

She fought the lasso over every scrap of information to pass across her violated lips. The battle was mentally exhausting, and futile, but Diana still attempted to resist. She did not understand the purpose of the bright light that would activate every time she paused, but it was very disconcerting. She was in a complete daze at this point, trying to wade through the fog, the effects of the lasso, and the pulsing light. She continued to weakly divulge her secrets, and could not even recall what she had said, nor what she would say next. The fight was over before it had begun.

Gary walked in after a brief catnap to find that he could barely hear what WW was saying, or understand it without some difficulty. He quickly shut down his machines, and removed the goggles from that lovely face. WW just rolled her head to one side, blankly staring into nothingness, and continued to prattle on.

Gary remembered the lasso and ordered her to stop. She then just lay there breathing unevenly. She slowly became aware that a weight on her mind had been lifted, not knowing how. She could not see anything, and could not even think to remember where she was as she slowly drifted to welcome sleep.

Gary thought he had possibly miscalculated, and left her to the machines’ mercy for too long a period, shredding her mind. He let her sleep; hoping that he had not erred.

He then went to a bank of computers, and grabbed a printout of everything that Diana had said during her 45-minute ordeal and left the room.

WW came to with a startle as Gary ordered her to wake up. She had no idea where she was for a moment, before focusing on Gary’s face. Gary smiled evilly as he asked, "sleep well, my pet?" WW felt like something was far worse than before, but could not put her finger on it. She started to recall all of her ordeals, and realized her arm no longer throbbed with pain. She glanced to her right to see that some of the swelling was down, but that the arm was still a mess. She recalled her humiliating experience with Gary, and cringed at the thought. She then remembered his last orders to her, and stared in horror at the printout that he held in his hands. She noticed that he had highlighted several items, and began to speculate which items he found of interest, when she started to panic.

She was not fretting over what she had said; she was trying to concentrate and could not remember what she had said! She reached inward further, to try and think what she would most likely tell him, but could not remember what she had said. Visibly shocked, she looked up at Gary to see him grinning as he watched his prey’s obvious unease.

"What have you done to me, you cad?" she blurted.

Gary just smiled.

"By Hera, say something-what did that machine do to me?"

Gary just smiled.

"What did you do to me?!?!?"

"Well, several things, actually." Gary finally replied.

"Before I tell you, please tell me, who are you when you are not Wonder Woman"

She felt the pull of the lasso and said "Princess Diana of Themyscira".

"Who else do you purport to be?"

The lasso caused a humming sensation in her brain and she said, "I-I-I don’t know, nobody. No that’s not right- a woman with glasses and a briefcase. I-I-I am... a secretary?? or an undercover cop???"

"Never mind" issued Gary. " I asked you that question to see how irrevocable the process you went through is-and I’d say close to 100% if your lasso could not extract the information".

"What do you mean?" questioned WW.

"Simply put, everything you told me is gone from your mind. You obviously still see vague pictures, and the memory may return eventually, but as to the specific details you related- Sayonara!"

"You Fiend!!!" she screamed, losing control over someone violating her mind.

"Oh, do be quiet." commanded Gary. "That’s not all that is happening to you, but you will find out more later. It’s this next item on my list you provided that intrigues me. To refresh your memory, you said that an Amazon loses her strength and her willpower if she gives herself to a man? For how long?"

"I...I don’t know" replied WW.

"You can’t remember?" asked her captor.

"No, I don’t know- I’ve never been with a man" she was forced to confess.

"Well, don’t worry Princess, that is why I’ve asked number 11 to join us."

WW looked up in alarm to realize that a black garbed man had been standing at her feet witnessing the entire conversation.

"You see, my dear, at several points on this printout it states that you must ‘give’ yourself to a man. We intend to make sure that you beg us for that privilege!"

"I will never" she defiantly uttered.

"Oh, I’m quite confident that you will-and to help insure that, I’ve prepared a couple of injections for this process" as he took a large syringe full of an orange liquid and began inserting it in her left arm. "This is a concoction I whipped up myself-it would be worth millions on the open market but the FDA won’t approve it due to my background. The drug is an artificially fermented grape with some chemical additives to precisely replicate the effects that 6 glasses of champagne have on the human body. This is unique because it does not simply introduce alcohol to the blood stream, it introduces the particular effects of a specific type of alcohol-one that has historically had a greater pull on the female mind than other spirits".

"Bacchus will not lessen my resolve!"

"Alone, perhaps not, but this should prove to assist your friend Bacchus", Gary quipped as he took a syringe of a milky-blue liquid off of the table. " I have managed to isolate an endorphin that the female body is capable of producing only during the period after birth. This endorphin creates a sense of euphoria in a mother during breast-feeding. I suppose it’s God’s way of encouraging breast-feeding at regular intervals, or perhaps just a reward for helping to create life. In either case, the dose I have prepared for you will be very enjoyable."

"You are a demented sordid man to take the beauty of the life-giving experience and twist it…"

"Silence!" Gary commanded."Your prattle is wearisome and unimaginative. Now lay back and enjoy the ride." Gary then took the syringe and found an area of exposed skin just above her bustier, and began pumping the serum into the soft fleshy area of her upper left breast.

"You may remember having felt a tingling sensation earlier as you were feeding me information. That sensation was the scanner you see above you probing your entire body for information. The computer has identified 18 erogenous zones on your sculptured body. This should make them dance!" Gary stated as he took the remote control and pressed a button, again collapsing sections of the table, while raising a single section in the small of Diana's back. This time he raised the section 4 inches higher pulling her taut like the curve of a bow. He then pushed a button on his remote, and turned a dial to the number '3', activating 18 separate arms, which descended from the ceiling. Each arm ended in two nozzles pointed downward towards their target. One nozzle produced a concentrated beam of light, designed to warm/heat an area of skin. The second nozzle fired ultrasonic bursts of sound at the same area, vibrating the patch of skin to a rhythmic beat. One more button was pushed and the beat was evident to all, as speakers produced a slow undulating rhythm to match the inaudible ultrasonic bursts in a deep reverberating bass. The rhythm consisted of three long beats separated by short intervals followed by two shorter beats, constantly repeating- 'Boooooom, Boooooom, Boooooom, Boom-Boom, Boooooom, Boooooom, Boooooom, Boom-Boom……'

"When I hired number 11, he listed himself as a professional cunnilinguist. I didn't take him seriously, of course, but he just asked that I allow him to demonstrate his effectiveness. When I had the opportunity to do so I granted him an audience, and was amazed at the information he was able to force a female FBI agent to divulge. Princess, you and number 11 will be best friends in less than an hour!"

11 pulled a stool up between Wonder Woman's legs and prepared to go to work. Diana could not see a thing he was doing due to the position she was now in, bowed heavily in the middle. She continued her mental resolve that she could not, and would not, 'give' herself to a man-especially these lewd criminals. She was repulsed at the very thought that these men intended to defile her body.

Gary brought her out of her train of thought with the power of the lasso-"Princess, you may speak- but not to voice slurs, or morality issues. Also, please concentrate on your senses, and the signals your body are feeding your mind." And with a nod between the two, number 11 went to work.