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WW: Death in Disguise (scene re-write)
Wonder Woman, decked out in her iconic outfit, was on a mission to thwart the assassination plot orchestrated by the infamous assassin, Woodward Nightingale. She had relentlessly interrogated his henchmen, gathering every piece of information she needed. With determination in her eyes, she tracked down the hidden lair where he schemed his sinister plans.
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But Wonder Woman's reflexes were unmatched. Faster than a blink, she grabbed the receptionist's wrist, disarming her and rendering the gun useless. The receptionist's eyes widened in astonishment, realizing she had underestimated the power of the Amazon warrior.
"That's hardly the way to treat a walk-in customer," Wonder Woman remarks, her voice tinged with irritation.
"And that's hardly the way to treat my receptionist," Mr. Nightingale retorts, stepping out of his office. His eyes lock onto Wonder Woman's figure, and he can't help but be captivated by her beauty. He had seen pictures of her before, but seeing her in person was an entirely different experience.
Her face, like that of a goddess, framed by black hair cascading down her soft, smooth skin and resting on her bare shoulders. The golden tiara adorning her forehead gives her a regal appearance. Her stunning blue eyes seem to pierce through his soul. He can't help but notice the fullness of her breasts, their cleavage threatening to burst out of her revealing costume. Her long, toned legs seem to go on forever, accentuated by the high-heeled boots she wears.
"Woodward Nightingale, cage and all," Wonder Woman interrupts, breaking him from his reverie. She feels confident that she has finally caught up with the notorious assassin.
"What you've left of it," Nightingale responds, a sense of resignation in his voice. He knows that Wonder Woman has been a constant obstacle to his operations. "Please do come in, we'll have a chat," he adds, extending an invitation to his office.
Wonder Woman briefly glances at the receptionist, giving her a threatening look as a warning, before deciding to accept Nightingale's invitation. She steps into his office, ready to confront the man behind the assassination plot.
Nightingale could barely contain his excitement as Wonder Woman stepped into his office. He hadn't expected her to accept his invitation, and he was already mentally preparing himself for the inevitable arrest. Still, he knew he had a better chance of dealing with her inside his lair, where he had various measures in place to counter any authorities who might catch up to him. There had to be something here that could handle Wonder Woman.
As he followed her inside, Nightingale swallowed hard, his eyes fixated on her backside. The view of Wonder Woman in her skimpy star-spangled outfit was undeniably enticing. He couldn't help but admire her ass cheeks, peeking ever so slightly from her bottoms, tempting him to reach out and pinch. She was truly a sight to behold, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from her.
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As Wonder Woman confidently walked ahead, completely oblivious to Nightingale's hungry gaze, he couldn't help but be consumed by arousal at the sight of her perfect body from behind. Her overconfidence was apparent, and she seemed to be letting her guard down, which gave him an opportunity he couldn't resist exploiting.
Nightingale's mind raced with possibilities, regretting not having chloroform on hand when he left his office. If he had, he could have easily knocked her out and taken her right then and there. His eyes darted around the room, searching for anything that could give him an advantage. He considered grabbing a metal candle holder from the wall to strike her on the back of her head but quickly dismissed the idea, knowing she might be too fast for him to execute the plan successfully.
He knew he needed to devise another strategy to defeat her, one that would catch her off guard and tip the scales in his favor.
"You've drawn up your last contract, Nightingale," Wonder Woman taunts, completely unaware of his ongoing scheming. Nightingale, still fixated on the view of her body, replies with a resigned tone, "What a pity, my brilliant career over, just like that."
Her back still turned to him, Nightingale can't get enough of the sight of Wonder Woman's incredible body. The view of her enticing ass and her long, great legs sends waves of desire through him. While she lectures, his mind races, finally settling on a course of action.
Casually, he walks over to his desk, nearly stumbling in his distraction, unable to tear his eyes away from her enticing form.
"You should have ended your career when you were laid off your job as...uhm...executioner," Wonder Woman taunts mockingly, briefly facing Nightingale before turning her back to him to inspect a shelf adorned with pictures of his previous victims.
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Seizing the opportunity presented by her overconfidence, Nightingale sets his plan into motion. His hand reaches down under his desk, feeling for one of the hidden controls he has installed in his office.
As Wonder Woman continues her lecture, her eyes away from him, Nightingale activates the control under his desk. A small ornamental cannon starts to swivel towards the direction of the oblivious heroine.
"Just tell me who the latest person scheduled for demolition is," Wonder Woman demands, now facing Nightingale, still unaware of the impending threat.
"All in good time, Wonder Woman. A picture of that unfortunate person will grace that empty frame," Nightingale says, pointing at an empty frame on the shelf, intentionally stalling to execute his plan.
As Wonder Woman glances at the empty frame, she turns away from him once again, giving Nightingale the perfect opportunity to make further adjustments to the controls. He rotates the cannon slightly, aligning it with her magnificent body, standing right in the target zone of his weapon.
He takes a lingering look at the frontal view of her full body, as if she were on a stage before him in her skimpy costume. Aroused at the fact that Wonder Woman is playing into his ruse, he checks her out from head to toe, relishing every detail of the heavenly view.
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"I'm not really interested in your gallery of victims," Wonder Woman retorts, sounding exasperated, crossing her arms before her and taking deep breaths. Nightingale struggles not to drool as her action seemingly pushes up her breasts even more from the confines of her tight costume, providing an even more tantalizing view. Her sexy body is on full display before him, and he can't tear his eyes away, making final adjustments to the controls under his desk, his cock throbbing with anticipation.
"Ah, but you ought to be interested in this one," Nightingale tells her with a confident smirk, knowing his little cannon finally has her in his sights. "It is...It has, for quite some time, been intended for you!" he adds with dramatic flare.
As Wonder Woman realizes the threatening nature of his response, she suddenly becomes alert, scanning her surroundings for any threats. Just as she does, Nightingale presses a button, and the seemingly ornamental gun on his desk fires a very real cannonball aimed directly at Wonder Woman.
For a brief moment, time stands still for Nightingale as he witnesses the weapon being fired. Wonder Woman, with her superhuman speed, raises her bracelets just in time to counter the imminent threat aimed directly at her chest. The miniature projectile is easily blocked by her, just as he has seen her do many times before. But to Nightingale's delight, as the cannonball hits her bracelet, it explodes, releasing a cloud of sleeping gas that instantly engulfs her.
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Time seems to slow down for Nightingale as he observes with desire, witnessing Wonder Woman slowly succumbing to the gas. She drops to the floor, motionless, completely under his control.
Nightingale pumps his fist in victory as Wonder Woman's body hits the floor, relishing his triumph over her. As the gas cloud dissipates, he approaches her splayed form, taking a moment to appreciate his captive. Her eyes are closed, fast asleep, seemingly in peaceful slumber. He runs his fingers through her dark hair, gently brushing aside the strands that fell over her face during the fall. Even in this vulnerable state, she remains as beautiful as ever.
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Wonder Woman lets out a soft sigh as he continues to enjoy her helpless form. Though he knows he has time before the effects of the gas wear off, Nightingale decides not to take any chances. He restrains her using her own magic lasso, seizing every opportunity to grope her legs and caress her body as he ties her up.
With a triumphant gaze, he watches her, fully aware that defeating the mighty superheroine will enhance his reputation as an assassin. But for now, it's time to act on his desires and complete his victory. Wonder Woman is finally his to do with as he pleases.
