Wonder Woman vs. The Demons: A Gangland Demolition

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I. BUILDING UP

The scrap yard was in a forgotten corner of the city and desolate. Old wreckage was strewn about it but concentrated in mountainous scrap heaps; much of the heavy, rusting equipment dotting it dated back decades and today found use only sporadically A light, cold drizzle was falling as Celia stood there next to Rex, with members of his biker gang milling around them in heavy gear, bracing against thickening rain and wintry cold. The yard was well enough lit to showcase the raindrops falling across its vastness and the shadows cast by the towering equipment and mounds of scrap. Despite the nondescript setting, a sense of foreboding hung over the night — the entire crew felt heavy anticipation, mixing with dread about what loomed. On the eve of running off with Rex to show her devotion to him, Celia had arranged a final tete a tete with her one-time savior and subsequent mentor. And the whole gang had turned out for it in the hope they might make history while flexing their muscles in front of Celia.

Three years ago, the sisters of Themyscria had rescued Celia from certain doom in sensational fashion. Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl (Diana and Drusilla) had arrived on the scene just in time to save Celia but, sadly, not her mom, who perished at the hands of a triumvirate of Darkseid’s emissaries, dispatched from Apokolips to wreak havoc on Earth. Celia and her mom had been driving across the Skyspan Bridge when the alien triumvirate descended upon the bridge with a deadly attack, zapping away with blasters and smashing cars indiscriminately in a demented bid to demolish the entire bridge and everything on it. Celia’s mom had been vaporized instantaneously when a laser beam struck the driver’s side of their car and sent the vehicle swerving into the side of the bridge and nearly over the barrier, where it toppled precariously on the verge of falling into the water below.

Then Wonder Woman came racing to the scene on her motorcycle, leaped off in a dazzling blur of color, deflected the beams fired at her (calling upon he bracelets and lightning-fast reflexes), and pulled one of the trio down with her lasso. Meanwhile, her younger sister Dru leaped off her own cycle, somersaulted through the air and hurled a second member of the trio down onto the pavement, where the alien monster landed with a crash. The third threat was pummeling the bridge with super-powered punches and threatening to knock out the pillars. But it had scarcely finished bellowing its one more threat when Wonder Girl leaped atop Wonder Woman’s shoulders, received a super boost, and soared through the air to land a perfect downwards kick onto its head while Wonder Woman dashed forward to deliver an uppercut under the alien’s chin, together knocking it unconscious and then hurling it into a pile with its fellow downed interlopers. Just then Celia’s car started plunging over the edge of the bridge and towards the water but Wonder Woman lassoed Celia at the last second to pull her away from the vehicle and over to safety. Once Celia was secure, the sisters embraced the traumatized 13-year-old and tenderly assured her she’d be forever safe under the Amazons’ care and protection.

Since that terrible, fateful day, images of Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl racing to the rescue and defeating evil-doers were seared in Celia’s memory — the two sisters were portraits of transcendent heroism, unfathomable power, and unalloyed femininity. She celebrated countless reports of them triumphing against all manner of supervillains and other threats. In Celia’s eyes (like everyone else’s), the duo proved to be courageous, indomitable, transcendent. Their beauty, too, was imprinted upon Celia’s thoughts and dreams. Even amidst the horror of that attack, Celia’s breath had been taken away upon witnessing the two sisters arrive on the scene with their physical gifts on proud, lavish display. Their sculpted, shapely physiques shined through their skimpy, form-fitting costumes, while their divine, comely features beckoned to Celia. Celia had never gotten over the loss of her mom and her dad had struggled to care for her as an overworked, inattentive single parent. Even so, Celia had been fortunate to have Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl take a special interest in her upbringing and serve as angels on her shoulder whenever need arose throughout her teenage years.

Dru, in particular, had become a true friend and companion, finding commonality with Celia as a peer. Celia taught Dru about the realities of Man’s World while Dru shared the virtues she had learned on Paradise Island in an effort to keep Celia on the straight and narrow path. When Celia wasn’t in school and Dru wasn’t called away to help her sister fight the forces of evil, Celia and Dru could relax and bond in ways that were familiar to teenage girls. They became friends and confidantes, and Diana was able to play the role of big sister to Celia much as she did with Dru. Like so many, the two together looked up to Wonder Woman in awe as representing everything they might ever aspire to be — beautiful, voluptuous, poised, seasoned, and powerful. For Celia unlike Dre, however, the divine power of the Amazing Amazon was utterly beyond her reach, and, indeed, her comprehension. When Celia received a rare invitation from the Wonder Sisters to visit Paradise Island with them, Celia was awed and inspired by the experience, musing about what a charmed life the sisters had enjoyed being raised there, among such strong, supportive women.

But the time came when Celia grew apart from the Wondrous Amazons and began to find her own path — a wayward path, in the superheroines’ view. Celia grew to be a very pretty, petite, and somewhat shy woman, with dirty blond hair and sensitive brown eyes. After she’d turned Rex’s head while out with her friends one night, he’d swept her off her feet and his motorcycle gang, the Demons, captured her imagination during what was meant to be her final year in high school. Rex was rough-tumble and handsome, and his bad-buy allure was more than Celia could resist. All of the bikers in his gang revered him as the toughest of the tough guys, and someone they’d follow riding through the gates of hell. Celia found herself spending more and more time with them — ditching school, going on long rides, joining them for misadventures and brushes with the law. Wherever they rode, she rode. Whatever they drank, she drank. Whatever they used, she used. Her dad seldom asked after her and generally let her do as she pleased. But Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl sensed that their adopted ward was straying, and they did all they could to keep her in school and out of trouble. Du tried to provide a positive example and gently nudge Celia to maintain a healthy skepticism about Rex and his ultimate intentions.

There was only so much that Dru could say or do, however. The pleasures and attractions that Celia attributed to Rex were wholly beyond Dru’s grasp., given her sheltered life and unique upbringing. Wonder Woman, by contrast, could bring some perspective, but she lacked the ability to commune with Cela and get through the way that a peer could. Still, Wonder Woman tried to provide tough love — conveying her disappointment when she heard of Celia getting into trouble or found her in parts of the city where she shouldn’t be, and encouraging her to live the life that her mother would’ve wanted for her and the Amazons thought best for her. More and more, however, Wonder Woman’s interventions had been falling on deaf ears.

Finally, the time had come for Celia to make up her mind for herself: When she turned 18, she resolved to drop out of school and run away with Rex and the Demons. When Drue heard the news through the grapevine, she confronted Celia, who didn’t deny it and told Dru she was grown up and making decisions for herself. Wonder Girl in turn alerted Wonder Woman, who asked for one last chance to try to persuade Celia and see if she could steer her back towards school. Celia in turn told Rex, expressing concern that she and they might never be free from heavy-handed efforts by superpowered guardians to meddle in her life. So Rex suggested that they arrange a meeting on their terms: at Rex’s desolate scrapyard, with all of The Demons assembled to show their support for Celia and commitment to her.

Wonder Woman had agreed to meet on those terms, and she deemed it best to leave Dru behind. Wonder Woman keenly understood the temptations of Man’s World: she sensed it was all too likely that Celia would remain with Rex, and she wanted to spare her little sister from the pain and dejection of a last and likely bitter parting from their long-time ward. Wonder Woman wanted simply to make clear to Celia that she had her own power and her own choice to make, and ensure that Celia proceeded of her own free will, without threat or coercion. What the Amazing Amazon couldn’t abide was any suggestion by Rex or his Demons that Celia need ever answer to them.

That’s what had brought them all to this desolate location on this dark night, amidst a light but constant drizzle of rain, which was forecast to intensify steadily. Rex stood right next to Celia, while a dozen of his bikers ringed around them, a handful of them on bikes and the rest of them standing with their bikes leaning nearby. Across from them stood Wonder Woman, with her hands on her hips. Her own motorcycle and skintight blue suit were nowhere to be seen tonight — too likely to engender attention and rivalry that she preferred to avoid on this occasion. Instead, she had arrived on foot and looked spectacular as ever in her traditional costume, except that most of her sublime body tonight was draped under her multi-colored cape and her porcelain features were under a hood. The outer-gear served not only to shelter Wonder Woman from the wet and cold and to keep her beautiful features dry — she’d also donned it to maintain decorum while staring down a biker gang whose hormones and worst impulses she wanted to keep at bay.

To kick things off, the superheroine had assumed an iconic stance, projecting power and light against the wetness and darkness. The Demons could only marvel at her transcendent grandeur, which surpassed anything they could’ve prepared for and left them doubting themselves. Her hands were on her hips and she stared tenderly at Celia while shooting the occasional nasty glare at any Demon from whom she detected a lewd remark or lecherous stare. Above her head and to the side a wrecking ball hovered ominously above the crew, posing no real threat to the Amazon warrior, who knew she could elude it at will. Her attitude towards the Demons mixed bemusement with mild annoyance. Her focus tonight was on Celia.

Wonder Woman called out to Celia. “These men have no more control over you than I do. You answer only to yourself, Celia, and I want to make sure you’re living your life by your own best lights. I come here simply to talk, one woman to another.” Rex put his arm around Celia and pulled her behind him, responding, “She’s had her fill of all your lessons, your stories, your preaching. Trust me when I say she don’t need or want more of it.” Wonder Woman bristled: “I’m accustomed to hearing from Celia, whose mind and vocal cords work just fine last time I checked. So please stay out of my business, young man., and hope that I’ll stay out of yours.”

A guy on a motorcyle next to Rex revved his bike and said, “Nobody talks to a Demon like that. Not even a hot chick like you.” Wonder Woman scoffed — “A ‘Demon,’ you say? A ‘chick,’ you call me? I don’t know whether I need to teach you better manners or introduce you to reality.” Wonder Woman smiled a wide, magnetic smile that left the rider steaming in humiliation. He looked over at Rex, who gave him a faint nod, at which point that rider and two others all gunned their bikes straight towards Wonder Woman. The lead bike was reaching her at maximum speed, with thunderous noise, but she casually extended her wrist in the blink of an eye, and pushed one of her golden bracelets down on the front wheel so that the bike began somersaulting overhead. With one hand, Wonder Woman grabbed the bike and tossed it low to the ground like a frisbee at the two other bikes speeding towards her side by side; with her other arm, she grabbed the lead rider out of the air before he could fall to the ground, then tossed him splashing into a large puddle of mud. Her frisbee-like toss of the first bike took out the other two bikes in one fell swoop: they likewise somersaulted through the air; stretching her arms, she snatched both of those riders, too, from the air, and hurled them into the same puddle of mud as their fellow Demon. The three of them sat stunned, dejected, humiliated and shivering, with mud coating their faces and jackets, their mangled bikes off in the distance, and Wonder Woman smiling down at them unscathed.

Grinning from ear to ear, Wonder Woman exclaimed, “If hell is a mud-puddle, demons should feel right at home where you sit. But from where I stand, yours is a better spot for pigs. Oh, well. Perhaps now Celia and I can have some words together, girl to girl, in quiet and peace?” This was too much for one of the remaining Demons to bear, and he revved his bike and took off at Wonder Woman. Rex held up his arm to stop him but it was too late — that rider was heading straight at Wonder Woman while she continued staring straight at him — calm, poised, unmoving. It looked to be a surefire collision between rider and target except that Wonder Woman somehow stepped aside at the very last moment while holding her lasso outstretched so that it neatly encircled the rider, who was lifted off his bike as it continued to speed past. He, too, was calmly tossed into the expanding mud-puddle, where he landed facedown, on his head, unconscious. Mock exasperation was discernible in Wonder Woman’s voice as she crossed her arms and asked. “Any more of you boys eager to go for a ride?”

[DrDominator9]

A fine start. Plenty of superiority complex and power displayed, soon to be shown to be more vulnerable than expected.

[GothamPD]

II. DISMANTLING THE FOUNDATION

Rex was agitated and uncomfortable at this point, but he maintained a brave face for the benefit of Celia and his gang. “Demons don’t scare that easily. And nobody gets to bend our bikes. Nobody. Not even you. We’re gonna see how tough you really are.” At this, Wonder Woman simply rolled her eyes and took a heavy breath, as if to say “Here we go again.” Rex responded, “Before you tell Celia what to do, you’ve gotta go through all of us. You ready for that?” Wonder Woman began walking straight towards Rex and maintained a steely gaze, with her beautiful blue eyes piercing straight into his, unblinkingly, even as the rain strengthened and pattered atop her hood. “How about if I start with you, sir? Celia should know that I’m not here to dictate anything, let alone to tell her what to do with her life. I seek only to talk and to listen. Sadly, you're dumb enough to want to fight instead.”

As the word “fight” left her mouth, Rex’s Number 2, who went by Lucifer, was dropping his arm from high to low. As Lucifer did, another one of the Demons, who was sitting in the control box for the demolition machine, threw a lever, at which point the wrecking ball began swinging in a terrible, plunging arc towards the exact spot where Wonder Woman was walking. Celia knew that Lucifer had a sadistic streak and he’d been egging Rex on heading into this stand-off. Luficer was cunning, tall, imposing, wiry, and renowned for being as brutally effective in scrapes as he was eager to seek them out. Even so, Celia had never thought he’d be so audacious and foolish as to try springing a trap like this on Wonder Woman. And this was not something Celia had signed on for. As she saw the crushing ball dropping and swinging at its angelic target, Celia’s instinctive thought was to yell a warning at Wonder Woman.

Before Celia could open her mouth, however, Wonder Woman had already detected the danger. Indeed, the very first moment Lucifer motioned to throw the lever, Wonder Woman saw his arm swinging; heard the mechanism springing; she saw the ball swinging downwards; she observed the entire, clumsy, amateurish trap unfolding in slow motion. Wonder Woman was smiling a wry grin and winking in response to Celia’s “Wonder Woman, look out!” as she gracefully somersaulted backwards to complete safety.

Lucifer responded with fury at seeing Celia side with the superheroine, and he shoved Celia with all of his might into the path of the approaching wreaking ball stating, “If you like her so much, you oughta join her.” Rex gasped as soon as he registered what was happening, but it was too late for him or anyone else to intercede: Celia was already straight in the path of the oncoming ball and beyond his reach. Celia frantically tried to save herself by backpedaling but she slipped in the mud and could only pull her arms to the side of her head in a futile effort to protect herself from certain, impending doom as the wrecking ball hurtled down.

At the very last moment, however, a lightning-fast blur of color soared towards Celia and she felt herself being scooped from up front and slid backwards at a speed she’d never experienced since being rescued on the bridge. As she looked back, she caught a glimpse of Wonder Woman’s beautiful visage, gazing at her with a look of single-minded devotion and concern. That image was frozen in Celia’s mind but was shattered a moment later. The next thing Celia saw was a mass of black metal colliding into Wonder Woman’s skull with pulverizing force.

The collision was cataclysmic. It was as though a fearsome supervillain had sucker-punched the superheoine in the back of her head, with well-honed form and titanic strength. Any mortal head would have been disintegrated on contact into a sickening spray of blood, skull shards, and brain tissue. Wonder Woman’s, in contrast, remained miraculously intact, while the wrecking ball was left indented. The sound of bending, vibrating metal rang through the night while the wreaking ball continued to arc, now moving upwards and carrying the heroine’s head and body upwards with it.

Poor Wonder Woman was wholly without her senses as she tumbled helplessly through the air before landing on her head 50 feet further down the yard, at which point her body then continued tumbling and tumbling awkwardly for an additional 50 feet. Along the way, her cape detached and fell away while her mostly-exposed body became bruised, scratched and scraped as she tumbled across a vast span of wet, muddy, rugged terrain, littered with scrap metal. By the time she came to a merciful stop, she was lying prone and motionless on her stomach. Shorn of her cape, she was now exposed to the weather alongside the Demons’ leering eyes. As she lay outstretched on the cold ground, she was clad solely in her skimpy, sensational costume, with its signature red, white, blue and gold; yet parts of her costume were left in tatters thanks to the brutal collision and tumultuous journey across jagged ground. The results left her exquisite form all too exposed.

Celia and the Demons had watched all of this unfold in stunned silence, and they remained silent as they took in the sight of the aftermath, strolling slowly towards the downed champion in reverential fashion for a closer look. For an extended stretch, the only sound was the steady drumming of rain pelting the ground and equipment around the yard. They all continued to gaze in collective stupor at the sight of the fallen Wonder Woman— a sight like none they’d ever seen. Celia, in particular, couldn’t believe her eyes. Despite all of the Demons’ boasts, the prospect that they might actually take down the famed Wonder Woman, even by dumb luck, had always seemed fanciful. At a distance, however, Celia could tell that their deluded vision had somehow come true. Wonder Woman continued to lie utterly still while time remained frozen. Rain coated her glorious body and dampened her signature costume; a light stream of blood was visibly trickling rom a gash in the back of her head; her eyes were shut tight, her perfect glutes were sensuously displayed. This was not how Wonder Woman had dressed for the occasion when she’d put on her rain gear — nor was it the impression she’d meant to make when she’d arrived to put the Demons in their place.

Breaking the extended silence, one Demon cheered, then others joined, hooting, hollering, whistling. Rex was speechless. Lucifer spoke up for him: “We can’t take nothing for granted. Now’s our chance. This girl won’t want to play catch with our bikes any more, so let’s go get her.” At that, he ran over to his bike and revved it up, and others soon followed his lead. Celia didn’t dare say anything but thought to herself, “Get up, Wonder Woman. GET UP NOW!” It wasn’t lost on Celia that Wonder Woman was facing dire peril, only because she’d been so selfless in rescuing Celia from certain death.

As the Demons who remained able mounted their bikes and sped towards her, Wonder Woman at last stirred. Badly concussed, she rose shakily to her hands and knees, shook her head back and forth slowly and groggily, clearing cobwebs, then finally stood on her rubbery but magnificent legs. Lucifer was about to run her down just as Wonder Woman finally regained her faculties but it took only a micro-second for her to step aside and pull him off his bike as he rode by; she then flung him with unbridled force approximating what she herself had just underwent. Lucifer sailed high through the air, landed with a howl, and tumbled out of sight down a slope. That made other Demons think twice and they opted to ride around Wonder Woman in a tightening ring, rather than run risks from recklessly rushing her.

Feeling wooziness overtake her and blood oozing from her head, Wonder Woman was intent on ending things quickly and no longer in any mood to play around. She hurled her tiara at one Demon, who fell from his bike, and it ricocheted into another, who likewise fell. In a dazzling flash, Wonder Woman cartwheeled over and retrieved her tiara, picked up one of the riderless bikes, and hurled it with superhuman might, like a missile, into another bike, whose rider shrieked in pain at the impact as he went sprawling. This round of fighting was markedly different from the prior: as the stakes and danger escalated, Wonder Woman ceased pulling her punches and was no longer comcerned about potentially inflicting real and lasting injuries upon her assailants (different from fatalities). She was now hurling Demons off of their bikes and landing blows with bone-crushing force, leaving one Demon after another badly hobbled.

Rex and a handful remained assembled in front of her when a lone, reckless Demon noticed that Wonder Woman’s back was turned to him and gunned his bike straight at her. Slowed by grogginess, injury, and exertion, Woman Woman was a step slow in turning to him and he wound up crashing into her Kamikaze-style right as she defensively extended her bracelet under his chin. He fell to the ground, out cold, but took Wonder Woman down with him, as she lost her footing and felt a fresh wave of pain. Unbowed, however, she picked herself off the ground and stared at Rex and three other Demons who remained on their bikes, arrayed directly in front of her.

Wonder Woman knew she was fading and needing time to recover. But she also knew the clean-up would be manageable, and more painful for her overmatched adversaries than herself. As she was taking stock and planning her next move, however, she saw Celia standing next to Rex. She saw Celia’s eyes go wide. She saw Celia’s face flash alarm. Celia was yelling another warning but it was lost in the heavy rain. Too late, Wonder Woman’s dimmed faculties detected something behind her, just as she felt another jarring crack, followed by numbness; then stars danced across her vision, soon to give way to blackness.

Lucifer had recovered from his own tumble and picked up a long steel bar that he found lying on the ground. No one noticed as he stumbled across the ground, dragging the bar and covering the distance back to where Wonder Woman had been making her proud stand. And he’d been able to wind up and deliver his best swing undetected while Wonder Woman was preoccupied fending off the rest of the crew. He laughed giddily now as he saw that he’d nailed his target, walloping the back of Wonder Woman’s head precisely where the wrecking ball had. More blood flowed from the preexisting gash. Wonder Woman winced, grabbed the back of her head, took a faltering step forward, and sank to her knees, then put both hands to the ground in an effort to maintain some semblance of balance. She shook her head trying to clear her vision, which was giving way to stars and then to blackness; still, she was able to focus momentarily on Celia’s face in time to see and hear Celia screaming. “Stop! You’ve won. She’s had enough.” But Wonder Woman didn’t see Lucifer loading up for another swing, nor did she have any prayer of evading it. When Lucifer and his metal bar struck home one more time, again at the back of the doomed protector’s beautiful head, it was lights out for Wonder Woman. Everyone watched as she toppled forward, this time straight to the ground, where her face fell upon soggy ground with a slight splash.

The Demons who could still stand gathered around for a close look at the astonishing form lying helpless at their feet. Celia, for her part, wanted to look away but was transfixed. Her indomitable idol had been utterly vanquished by the gang, and now lay at their mercy., stretched out helplessly atop the cold, wet, muddy ground This surreal scene hadn’t been scripted by anyone and there was no telling what might follow.

[briantk]

I hope there is continuation

[GothamPD]

III. BREAKING NEW GROUND

Celia shot Lucifer a look of blazing hatred — fueled by what he’d tried to do to her and had just done to Wonder Woman. Lucifer merely shrugged, as if to say “What do you expect?” He walked over to Rex while Rex ogled the superhuman specimen in all her glory. Lucifer whispered, “Time to show Celia what we can do to a stubborn bitch like this.” He nudged Wonder Woman’s side with his foot, eliciting nothing more than a slight roll. Rex nodded resolutely. “Ok, fellas, Ms. Stars & Stripes was eager to talk. Pick her up so we can have a nice chat, right up close, face to face.” Two Demons together grabbed Wonder Woman up by each of her arms, until she dangled in front of Rex with her legs slack and her head hanging down. Rex cupped his hand to his ear mockingly and said, “What’s that? Can’t hear nothing. Not so talkative anymore, I guess.” Wonder Woman’s eyes remained tightly shut while Rex cupped her chin in his hand, then lightly slapped her across her cheeks, reddening them. Finally, her eyes fluttered and she stared at him through dulled eyes, looking disoriented, sluggish and a pale shadow of her former self. Unable to bear seeing the mightiest of superheroines reduced to such an enfeebled state, Celia turned away.

But the Demons now stared more closely than ever at the peerless specimen dangling before them. By now, she’d been thoroughly soaked by rain, which dripped from her hair and down her brow; the glistening rain was tinged red by blood that continued to trickle from the back of her head. Her bodice was shredded in places and hung lower than designed, while her ample, shapely, heaving breasts strained against it. Lost scraps from the garment enabled titillating glimpses of her impressive, pert underboobs. Her high-cut briefs had been similarly compromised, with scraps missing here and there. Even as they failed her at this moment, her legs remained those of a chiseled goddess: reflecting the power and definition of an Olympian combined with the feminine shape and curves of an athletic supermodel. Of course, her magnificent legs culminated in a taut yet sumptuous ass that was adventurously displayed by the heroine’s form-fitting blue briefs, bedecked by white stars — an ass that now stood out all the more because her briefs had surrendered precious chunks and become partially wedged in her glorious glutes. Yet Wonder Woman no longer cared how she appeared to these leering, lustful Demons, simply because she was barely conscious, relying on her male captors just to remain upright.

Rex continued to taunt her, “Now that we’re done talking, one of us boys is eager to go for another ride.” Hearing that filled Celia with apprehension but she still couldn’t bring herself to look at the unfolding scene. Relishing his dominance over this once-untouchable but now thoroughly-diminished figure, Rex began manhandling her. First, he gingerly traced the contours of each sublime breast with his fingers, eliciting a sustained moan of “nooooooo” from Wonder Woman as she awakened. Then he clenched both of his hands on her ass and squeezed hard to admire the firmness and shape. Wonder Woman visibly bristled and struggled in vain to resist but her arms betrayed her and fell feebly to her sides. Vaguely aware of Celia’s presence, the heroine blushed with shame at the indignities she was suffering; this wasn’t how she wanted to be seen by anyone, let alone by a young, impressionable woman to whom she’d been a role model. Now Rex returned his hands to her golden-laced bodice and began to pull down. But Celia had made herself focus on the unfolding travesty and was looking straight at Rex with shock and outrage. This assault was doubly transgressive — he was cheating on Celia while violating her mentor and idol. When Celia yelled “don’t you dare!” Rex came to a halt, at least for the moment.

Rex said, “Fair nuf. I’ll settle for one kiss.” With that, he put his arm around Wonder Woman’s slack form and planted a lingering kiss smack on her lips. But that was the final straw for Wonder Woman, whose eyes seemed to clear as her faculties returned. She bit down savagely, drawing blood and yells from Rex, who shook with pain and panic while Wonder Woman’s jaws remained clamped shut around his lower lip. When Wonder Woman relaxed her bite and spat blood, she proceeded to knee Rex squarely in the groin with renewed power. He hopped upwards into the air, doubled over and grabbed his crotch in agony, then fell to the ground, where he lay panting and twisting, trying frantically to recover his breath and his dignity. A couple of Demons couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, and Celia commented “Serves you right.”

At last, Wonder Woman had regained the ability to stand and was showing renewed vigor. The two Demons who’d been holding her up were now scrambling forcibly to restrain her from further damaging the downed Rex and she was struggling against their grips, not yet able to free herself fully. Meanwhile, Lucifer strode boldly towards her and Celia saw something reflecting light and flashing in his right hand. Before anyone knew what had happened, Lucifer had swung his right hand into the left side of Wonder Woman’s abdomen. Wonder Woman gasped and looked down, her eyes wide and her face panicked as color suddenly drained from her face. When Lucifer pulled his arm away, Celia could see that Lucifer had picked up a broken bottle and plunged the intact half with its jagged glass shards straight into the superheroine’s belly; her already-shredded brassiere afforded less protection than it otherwise would’ve and was all-too-easily punctured, leaving remnants of the bottle protruding from her stomach and hanging there. Wonder Woman sank to her knees, gasping, staring straight at this new wound in shock and incredulity. With one last burst of energy, she used both her hands to yank the glass out by the neck of the bottle as fresh blood spurted out with it.

Lucifer said smugly, “you shouldn’t be performing surgery on yourself without a sedative, hon. Here, let me help,” as he picked up a large rock from the ground. In a fluid motion, he icily clocked Wonder Woman with the rock on the back of her already-concussed head. That sent her pitching forward onto her front as she returned to oblivion. Again, she splashed into a pool of mud and water, which began steadily reddening underneath and around her. Lucifer smiled down at his conquest while Celia sobbed.

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IV. DISABLING THE POWER

This was uncharted territory for the Demons, none of whom (other than Lucifer) had signed on to go so far as stabbing a vaunted superheroine. Mounting unease was evident among them. As for Celia, never in her worst nightmares did she envision Wonder Woman suffering this fate. Yet Wonder Woman’s predicament was now all too real — deadly real.

Rex had recovered sufficiently to regain his feet, but was looking uncomfortable and had a pained expression as he took stock of the situation. He, too, was concerned about the nasty turn things had taken, worrying Lucifer had gone too far. He asked Lucifer, “What are you thinking? We want to teach her a lesson, keep her away from Celia, and maybe have some fun” he pointed down at Wonder Woman, “not kill her. Do you want all the costumed crusaders coming after us?” Lucifer was nonchalant in his response. “Look, we are teaching her a lesson. And she ain’t dead — not yet. Maybe you take it lying down when she kicks you in the balls, but I don’t.” Rex rubbed his injured private parts to confirm that they were still stinging and said, “I don’t take it lying down, bud. You know better.” Lucifer responded, “Yep, I think I do. Check it out,” Lucifer said, pointing off into the distance, towards a hulking car crusher that turned automobiles into compacted metal boxes. “Once we send her through that, she’ll come out the size of an action figure. Game over. And there’s not a thing Sleeping Beauty can do about it.” Lucifer casually kicked Wonder Woman and she remained perfectly comatose, proving his point.

This sent a shiver down Celia’s spine. Wonder Woman was now in a state Celia could have never imagined: utterly vanquished and helpless. The heroine desperately needed rescue but it was nowhere in sight. As things stood, Wonder Woman had no defenses and Lucifer’s sadism had no limits.

Luckily, Rex had a different mindset. “Man, that is warped. We ain’t going there. There’s other ways of cutting this one down to size.” He bent down towards Wonder Woman, who remained passed out cold, and ran his hand slowly and admiringly over her golden belt. “All her power comes from this, isn’t that what you told me, C?” Celia responded with silence and looked straight down at the ground. Rex tried to peel the belt off the comatose figure, but her belt wouldn’t budge, no matter how hard Rex strained. “That’s right, she’s taken precautions to keep this locked tight, hasn’t she? You told me about that, too, C.”

Celia took silent comfort in the realization that no Demon could go so far as robbing Wonder Woman of her divine powers; those would continue to course through her veins and prevent her from succumbing to her injuries. If only Celia could buy her some time, the goddess could surge back to her normal self so as to once again tower and triumph over these ruffians. Hope remained!

After tapping his head for a moment, however, Rex resumed. ”I got some tools that oughta do the job nicely.for us.“ Rex looked over at members of the crew. “Upsy-daisy,, fellas” said Rex as he gestured for them to lift up Wonder Woman. Still out cold, she couldn’t offer the slightest resistance as four Demons who remained operational each grabbed a limb to hoist her bodily up from the ground.

All the downed Amazon could do was sag like so much dead weight qs the bikers ported her crumpled body forward on the heels of their leader, who was walking across the site towards a large magnet, suspended above a wooden platform. Rex tapped the wooden platform as Wonder Woman’s next stop. That’s where they placed her, stretched out on her back, and Rex fastened heavy straps tightly around her legs, chest and shoulders until she was firmly secured. All the guys enjoyed ogling her as she lay splayed out before them on the platform as though on a platter; her puncture wound was plainly visible through her torn costume, although the bleeding had slowed. Of them all, Rex enjoyed the prize of getting up close and personal with her. While strapping in the Wonder Woman, his hands lingered conspicuously n her breasts to cop a prolonged feel.

After savoring the moment and wolf-whistling over the exquisite body stretched out before him, Rex shifted gears. Pointing up at the machine, he told the assembled crew, “This bad boy will pull metal from concrete. I bet it does the trick.” With that, he threw a switch and the machine began humming. Rex pulled an extension of the magnet down over her belt, which began vibrating and tugging towards the magnet, lifting Wonder Woman’s slender waist upwards with it. But Wonder Woman’s body remained shackled tightly to the table, leaving the belt to separate from her as it sprang up into the magnet. A soft moan escaped from the unconscious Wonder Woman along with her powers.

Rex was giddy as he turned off the switch and held the golden belt up to his crew. “We’ve brought her down to our level, boys. There’s no more pulling rank over us.” Indeed, Celia could see that any remaining power had been pried away from the superheroine along with her belt. Robbed of her powers, Wonder Woman’s coiled muscles visibly slackened, her pallor worsened, and the trickles of blood expanded. Wonder Woman had already been in bad shape, to be sure. But now her remarkable healing powers had abandoned her and her condition had worsened. Rex undid the straps and callously rolled Wonder Woman off the platform so that she fell straight to the ground with a thud, followed by a soft, pitiful groan.

This was too much for Celia to take. She rushed to the side of her would-be protector to supply words of comfort. “It’s Celia. I’m here. You’ll be ok.” Those assurances were belied, however, by the bleak reality of the situation. Nevertheless, Wonder Woman seemed to register and appreciate the friendly voice. Her eyes fluttered and she whispered, “F-feel br- . . . br-oken. Neeed heeelllllp.” Just as her whisper trailed off, one of the Demons put his hand on Celia’s shoulder and pulled her away, leaving Wonder Woman alone again amidst the Demons thronged around her. One Demon was holding a pair of handcuffs and held them up to Rex, asking “Want these?” Rex answered: “Nah, what for? Anyone one of us could take her now.” All the others nodded in agreement, even Lucifer. Celia likewise had to agree.

However amateurish and inexperienced they might be, these Demons had somehow stumbled into a thoroughgoing, step-by-step demolition of the world-renowned superheroine. After all her travails and being stripped of her belt, Wonder Woman now looked small, weak, fragile, thoroughly overmatched by them. No path remained for her to come back. The only question was whether she could survive this worsening ordeal. Celia resolved to help her pull through, somehow: Wonder Woman should not forfeit her own life as the price for saving Celia’s.

[DrDominator9]

Excellent chapter!

[GothamPD]

V. POURING CONCRETE

Sensing Celia’s change of heart, Rex pulled her close to him. He held her tightly but tenderly in his arms while whispering in her ear, “babe, I know this has gotten rough. It ain’t easy knocking the crown off royalty, but that’s what we gotta do. And it ain’t easy saying goodbye to a friend, but that’s what you’ve gotta do. “ Tears were streaming down Celia’s face. But she gathered herself and chose her words carefully, knowing Wonder Woman’s life might depend on persuading Rex. “She don’t deserve this, Rex. She’s where she is only because she saved me from that lunatic,” pointing to Lucifer without looking at him, “when nobody else could. I wanted her to come here so you and I could live free together, not so she could die. You’ve already proved your point, and then some. Can’t we ease up and walk away? Please, hon, for me?” Rex again tried to calm her. “Look, Luci is who he is. I’m not him. Trust that we’re gonna finish this my way, not his. Y’know I’m too much of a lady’s man to put any lasting dents on this beauty.” Rex smiled and hoped to elicit a smile back from Celia but saw that she remained distraught; she was losing her nerve and considering breaking ranks. When Celia started fidgeting for her phone, Rex snatched it from her for fear she might send the wrong text and blow the whistle on them; he explained he’d be holding onto it for safekeeping and ridding Celia of any distractions.

Meanwhile, Lucifer was sticking to his own designs. “Our girl’s awfully wet,” he observed. “Maybe we oughta dry her off in concrete.” He pointed several hundred feet away, to where a concrete truck was mixing ready-to-pour concrete. He grabbed Wonder Woman by her hair and began yanking her towards the mixer as she protested in fresh anguish and her tiara fell to the ground, forgotten. At that point, two other Demons sprang over to assist the operation and each grabbed her underneath her arms so that they could help Lucifer drag their guest of honor to her intended destination. As they dragged her that way — Lucifer by the hair and the other two by the crook of her arms — more of her briefs frayed, her beautiful legs became even more scratched and muddied; and a light streaks of blood dripped down and trailed after her. Meanwhile, Wonder Woman faded in and out of consciousness, with only a hazy sense of where she was and not even the foggiest awareness of what might be in store for her.

By the time they reached the mixer, the hapless heroine looked more bedraggled than ever. Rex, Celia and the rest of the Demons followed along, with Celia cradling the tiara, which she’d retrieved from the ground. Members of the crew were nervously speculating among themselves about how far this next phase would actually go. They couldn’t quite believe that Lucifer was about to lay their fabled captive to rest in concrete.

Yet Lucifer was out to deliver on his threat. The area in front of the mixer was primed to be laid with concrete, with the ground dug up and bounded by yellow tape, and the mixer hooked up to a funnel that was ready to pour. Although the ground was soaked, Lucifer was confident that the concrete could be laid well enough and left to dry once the rain stopped; the bottom line would still be the same, with multiple feet of concrete separating Wonder Woman from any possible salvation. She now lay to the side of the mixer, adjoining the edge of the pit. Lucifer looked down at her and said with contempt, “Nice meeting you, toots. We had fun. Too bad you won’t be bouncing back up for more. So long.” Nothing came back from her in response; all she did was tilt her head slightly, uncomprehendingly. He nudged her forward with his right foot so that she rolled into the pit and slid down on her stomach. Then he opened the spout from the mixer so that concrete started to pour in and gradually pool towards the prone Woman of Wonder.

Celia was frenzied as she got in Rex’s face: “This is a huge mistake. You don’t want to do this. It’s nuts. It’s suicide. The Justice League will find her. They’ll know she was here. Superman can see through concrete. Every superhero will be coming after you, and what’ll you do, then? There’s no getting away with this. You’ve gotta stop this sicko before it’s too late.” Rex was listening and thinking intently as Wonder Woman came to her knees and started to crawl slowly, clumsily, feebly away from the splotches of concrete forming around her.

Lucifer jumped down into the pit saying, “oh, no, you don’t. Be a good girl and stay still.” To ensure compliance, he squatted down on Wonder Woman’s back and pushed her flat to the ground. Next he straddled her and pushed her head down into the wet concrete. She twisted In order to scratch backwards and upwards, managing to poke him in his right eye. He called her a “bitch” and winced, but then redoubled his efforts, holding her head down for a sustained stretch and denying her any chance to breathe. Lucifer was visibly enjoying himself as his body straddled hers and pressed into her taut, alluring rear, while the front of his pants began to bulge. In her diminished state, Wonder Woman was succumbing to Lucifer and to the concrete. It was no longer any real contest between them; the depowered, wounded champion was no longer a match for Lucifer, who was exerting leverage and freshness over her.

Unable to resist Lucifer, Wonder Woman’s face remained firmly pressed into the wet concrete while her body began jerking; then her motions slowed; then she lay sickeningly still. Her face remained impressed upon the concrete as more and more of the wet concrete steadily accumulated, beginning to encase her. An ignominious fate was sealing shut for the Amazing Amazon.

[Disciple]

I won't lie, I think this level of gore is a little more suited for the Dungeon section... will you mind if I move it there sometime?

[GothamPD]

VI. DISCARDING DEBRIS

“No!” Celia shouted at Rex. “You’ve gotta stop this. Now! There’ll be no going back and no hiding what you’ve done.” That got through to Rex. He forcibly grabbed Lucifer up and out from the pit and said, “Enough.” Lucifer said, “What’s the matter? You don’t got the balls for this?” Rex decked Lucifer hard in the jaw, sending him toppling down into the wet concrete beside their unmoving victim. Rex leaned over him and said, “I got balls and I got brains and I got control of this yard and this gang. Right?” Lucifer nodded meekly.

Rex continued: “if we do this right, it can all end here. The last thing she’ll want (he jerked his thumb down at Wonder Woman) is anyone finding out what really went down. But we’ll all know what went down, and who got taken down, and we’ll take photos to prove what we all know. The trash crew comes tomorrow. When they discover this one here, it’ll blow their minds; they won’t have any clue how she got here, and our friend won’t want to give them any clues. All she can do is lick her wounds, remember her lesson, and go her way while we go ours, with her sweet tail wagging between her smokin’ hot legs. That’s how this’ll go, got it? All we need to do is put Ms. Fancy Pants out with the trash for pick-up tomorrow, and that’ll be that.” Rex pointed to a large rolloff dumpster at the corner of the property.

While Rex and Lucifer were hashing things out, Celia had jumped into the pit to aid Wonder Woman. She turned the heroine’s head to the side to enable breathing and asked other Demons to help pull the two of them out; three Demons obliged. As Wonder Woman lay on safe ground, stretched supine on her back, Celia was able to confirm, to her great relief, that the Amazing Amazon had resumed breathing and still had a pulse, albeit faint. But this treatment must not continue; Celia could tell that the heroine was stretched beyond her limits and barely clinging to life at this point. Yet Celia feared there was nothing she could do to spare Wonder Woman one final stop on her torturous tour.

Doing all that she could for the injured warrior, Celia began carefully and gently scraping any traces of concrete away before it could dry and asked the same three Demons to help. Those Demons were all to glad to oblige once again: They relished the game of spotting the concrete and rubbing it off the bare, pale, soft skin of the comatose, semi-nude superheroine who lay powerless and oblivious before them. Wonder Woman still lived, thankfully, but Celia wondered whether she’d make it through the night.

It was difficult to contemplate things worsening for Wonder Woman. Her total defeat now was visible to anyone who could bear to see. Lying spread eagle on her back, unconscious and barely breathing, her beautiful features remained lightly dusted by traces of mud and concrete; her hair and remaining costume were drenched, as though she’d just been dragged from the ocean; her face was ghastly pale; blood continued to ooze from her punctured midriff; scratches and bruises dotted her body to document her ordeal; her stupendous breasts threatened to spill through the torn remnants of her gilded bodice; and her womanhood was just barely covered by shredded, stretched strands of her briefs.

Not trusting Lucifer or anyone else to do the next job, Rex matter-of-factly picked the unconscious Wonder Woman up from the ground and slung her over his shoulder like a sack, with her ass comfortably in hand and the top of her body dangling down his back as he walked her over to the dumpster and deposited her on the adjacent ground. When Wonder Woman’s dead weight slumped back against the dumpster, the back of her head clanged against the metal siding. Overhanging the dumpster was a larger awning that sloped down from the main building; the awning sheltered the dumpster from the rain and continued extending several feet further out from there. Although the stench around the dumpster was tough to bear, everyone now congregated around that outer perimeter so they could take respite from the rain while encircling Wonder Woman and awaiting the send-off.

On dry ground now, Celia tried her best to advocate for her friend as her voice broke: “Rex, she’s in bad shape — barely breathing and losing more blood. It’s so cold. She might not survive the night here. We should get her to a hospital, or Wonder Girl, or maybe the Justice League.” Rex was stern in responding: “That’s not happening. You heard me. We’re not gonna stick our necks out or run risks. Our night ends here and what happens afterwards won’t be our problem. Besides, we spared her the worst from Lucifer and she’s plenty tough — made it through some close shaves before, haven’t you said?” Celia gave an obliging nod and asked him, “Ok, then, so can we please put her belt back on? That’ll help her cope.” But Rex shook his head no: “That’s not happening, either. Quit it, C. We don’t want her springing back up and coming after us. Let her sleep on it and absorb. We can leave the belt out in front of the dumpster; there’ll be some assembly required for whoever picks her up.” Rex draped the golden belt over a metal pole that was sticking up nearby. That was that, Celia could tell. She couldn’t do any better for Wonder Woman, at least not now.

Lucifer was still rubbing his jaw as he walked up and asked, “What about the photo session?” Just then they could hear faint sound of distant sirens. Rex told him, “Now’s the time and this is the spot. Fire away. But make it quick.” One of the Demons whose arm was dangling uselessly at his side, apparently broken, asked to take first crack while his buddy held Wonder Woman up as best he could. As she hung limp in the one Demon’s arms, the other put his one good arm around her shoulders in overly familiar fashion, so that it rested comfortably on her breast. Some Demons laughed and one took out his phone to snap the photos, making sure to capture just how wounded she was and how shredded her costume was. Another Demon limped over to take his turn posing with her and said, “Looked like she had her eyes closed for those. Gotta get some with her eyes open and her smiling.” With that, he boldly reached straight down into her brassiere with both hands to fondle her breasts, and turned towards the photographer sporting an expression that signaled he was in heaven. Wonder Woman’s eyes fluttered but did not open and she whispered something too faint for anyone to understand.

Celia was aghast at the realization that the whole crew could now have their way with the Amazing Amazon. What could she do? Wonder Woman’s last defenses had vanished. The Demons could go through her like soft, sumptuous butter. More sirens were audible, however, from a distance.

Lucifer strode up and reached straight down towards Wonder Woman’s crotch; he began tracing the protruding outline of her labia as his fingers tested the remaining shreds of her briefs. At this, Wonder Woman pitched back in the arms of the Demon holding her and groaned, while her eyes opened just a crack and she groggily took in what was happening. She summoned just enough energy to call out softly and plaintively to “Ce-li-aaa,” who could not stand idly by any longer. Celia nudged Rex hard in his ribs with her elbow. Lucifer had just finished licking two of his fingers and was starting to probe under the thin, taut, frayed strand of blue-and-white fabric that afforded the Amazon her precious sliver of persisting protection when Rex called him off. “Wrap it up. We got all the photos we need and I’m gonna handle final goodbyes.”

At that, the Demon who’d been holding Wonder Woman up threw his hands upwards to protest being denied his turn with their spoils, leaving her to slip back towards the ground. But Celia raced to her side in time to ease the humbled heroine’s fall and help her slide down gently. As Wonder Woman lay resting against the dumpster, thoroughly humiliated and gravely injured, Celia squeezed her hand and whispered in her ear, “I’m here and I won’t abandon you.” Celia felt a return squeeze coming back. Celia then tenderly restored the tiara so that it once more rested where it belonged, crowning its crumpled owner.

Rex called out, “Almost time to say ‘sayonara’ to our guest. This’ll be all for us. Whoever finds Wonder Woman this way won’t have us anywhere on the list of suspects.” One Demon quipped, “Ain’t nobody finding ‘Wonder Woman” this way. There ain’t no more ‘Wonder’ left in her.” There were cackles and head-nods. Another one chimed in, “The only thing they’ll find here is a Trash Lady.” That prompted raucous laughter. One Demon held up the fallen cape and hood, which he’d retrieved from the yard and asked Rex whether it should accompany her. Celia said “yes, it’ll keep her from freezing.” But Rex corrected that. “No way. Finders-keepers. That’s our trophy to take. She’s lucky we’re not taking more from her.”

Wanting no more part in this celebratory chorus and dreading the looming goodbye, Celia slinked around the corner of the dumpster, until she was out of sight and leaning on the adjacent building. Alone for the moment, Celia pondered her role in this astonishing demolition and felt heavy pangs of guilt. Upon noticing her absence, however, Rex roughly lifted Wonder Woman up into his arms and cradle-carried her until they stood right next to Celia against the building. All of the Demons followed, wondering what was next.

Rex made a show of dropping Wonder Woman next to Celia, where she landed with a thump and a weak protest of “baaas-taaard.” He looked down at Wonder Woman and remarked. “Such bad language.” Then he threw her earlier words back at her. “Guess you’re the one who needs a lesson in manners. Or maybe you need an introduction to reality.” He bent down and hoisted her up by yanking the heroine’s hair, with one hand, and by tugging and stretching her shredded briefs upwards, with the other, until she was standing slumped in front of him, her wedgie more pronounced than ever; the building was directly behind her and Celia stood next to her, aghast.

Rex turned to look at Celia to make sure she was paying close attention, then turned back to the Amazing Amazon. He extended Wonder Woman’s arms straight up over her head and pinned them against the wall of the building with both of his hands while he pressed his body hard against hers so that she was sandwiched between him and the building. Wonder Woman gasped audibly at this latest pose and at what she felt protruding from Rex. Celia stood next to them in horror, wanting to scream but managing to bite her tongue.

Rex pressed his face directly against the Amazon’s and stared straight into her blue, glazed-over eyes. He opened with quiet words of warning, uttered in hushed tones, just for Wonder Woman’s consumption. “”You’re all out of high-falutin words and acrobatic tricks. Just take your lumps and we’ll be done. I don’t want to make things tougher than they need to be for you and for C,” he tipped his head towards Celia. “Or else, if you prefer, we’ll bring Luci back to give you his worst goodbye.”

Now Rex raised his voice so that the larger assembly could hear him. “Before we go our separate ways, I don’t want anyone to forget why we’re here.” He glanced over at Celia, before turning back to Wonder Woman. “Lessons that need to get taught, need to get learned. Let’s everybody get it straight. I’m calling the shots. This chick is mine.” Rex then paused to make demonstration. While his right hand continued to pin Wonder Woman’s outstretched arms, he released his left hand to traverse down the Amazon’s body. First he ran his hand across her forehead, down her cheek, over her lips; then he stroked down her neck; he lingered on her breasts to trace their shape and to dance his fingers over each nipple until they hardened; he gently probed at her midriff to elicit a wince; he artfully rubbed the front of her briefs; he traced and marveled at the shape of her thighs. By the time his left hand had finished its journey, the Amazon’s steely composure had dissolved. She was visibly surrendering to Rex: Unable to meet his searing gaze any longer, she looked sidewards and downwards while her body trembled at Rex’s touch. To conclude his demonstration, Rex slapped the Amazon’s amazing ass and tugged suggestively at the bottom of her frayed briefs, just to confirm that nothing was stopping him.

While still face to face with the pinned Wonder Woman and staring intimately into her eyes, Rex spoke words that were pitched towards Celia. “We’re here to prove a point — to her, to you, C, and to ourselves. She ain’t saving you no more. Never mind her hype. Never mind her costume. Never mind her grand talk; her poses; her special belt. None of that changes what’s goin’ down. The golden girl’s goin’ in the trash while you’re coming with the Demons. If you need saving, you better come to us.” As Rex spoke, Wonder Woman altogether wilted and tears silently streaked down her face. Hours earlier, Celia had longed to hear Rex dressing down Wonder Woman like this. But now Rex’s words washed over Celia like a waking nightmare; she wanted desperately to rescue her rescuer — someone who ‘d never needed rescue but needed it now as never before. Realizing that there was no turning things around, however, Celia continued to stand by Rex throughout the cruel lesson. Celia recognized that any sign of disloyalty now could only make things worse for the humbled heroine.

Once satisfied that he’d made the desired impression on Celia, Rex simply shoved his beleaguered adversary into the eager, grasping paws of a pack of Demons who’d been listening spellbound and now came together in unison to lift up Wonder Woman and suspend her overhead on her back. Walking back to the dumpster, they elevated their arms as high as they could. On final approach, their precious cargo lay stretched out in their arms, hovering just above the dumpster’s lid. With a “1-2-3,” they pitched her over the outer lid and released her, yielding a telling crunch and faint but sustained “ooooooohhhhhhh” when Wonder Woman landed on the refuse below. Silence followed. At Lucifer’s suggestion, the anointed photographer climbed atop their shoulders so he could snap one last set of photos, chuckling as he did and remarking, “My how the mighty have fallen.”

Celia badly wanted to stay but the Demons were done, and Rex was forcibly pulling her away with him. It was time to go. As Celia walked away with her crew, she looked back over her shoulder at the dumpster to imagine what was inside and to transmit a silent prayer for Wonder Woman to hang in through the dark, cold, lonely hours ahead.

[DrDominator9]

Excellent chapter. Will there be a rematch?