0 comments/ 26957 views/ 3 favorites Two Wonders By: kurtknout Furious! Wonder Woman was jet lagged, battered, groggy and sore from her Guatemalan fiasco, but mainly she was––furious! Outraged! About to ease her abused body into a soothing hot jacuzzi, she had turned on the TV, idly, and saw––herself! Or rather, an obscene parody of herself: a busty brunette in a abbreviated version of her patented costume, kung fu fighting with three sinister looking middle eastern types, tripping, doing a comic pratfall, then quickly subdued and tied with her own magic lariat, after suitable kicking and wiggling, to a nearby lampost. For TV, the bondage was fairly elaborate and detailed; wrists and elbows behind the pole, several loops above and below her breasts, a tight cinch around her waist, and then the free end of the rope tugged between her legs up and back to her arm ties. She fought her bonds; helpless, provocative. The three men leered, menacing. Closeup on the tight bondage, the actress's mouth and eyes, wide with fear and anger, close up on her heaving bosom and struggling hips. Fade to commercial. WW leapt out of the tub, all thoughts of the soothing bath forgotten, grabbed her cell phone, punched in her top secret state department number and, dripping wet, screamed at Josh, her spymaster. "Josh! Yeah, it's me! Just got back. Don't ask, I'll report in later. Josh, there's some bimbo on the tube playing me! Big slut, all tits and ass! She's making me a clown, a buffoon! A clumsy comedienne! What is this?" "Now, Wonder, don't get upset" Josh's voice was a little too reassuring, she thought. "When you were––er–-out of comission for so long––it took us months to finally bribe your way out of that Guatemalan whorehouse––we decided here at the agency that we needed to keep your image fresh; you're our terror- fighting poster girl, you know." "Cut the bullshit! Who is that ––that woman? Why am I on TV?" "As I said, we wanted to keep you in the public eye, so to speak, and HBO paid us seven millon dollars for the rights to your story, seven mil––that'll cover a lot of the creative accounting we've had to do lately." "HBO! That's the network with all the swearing and nudity, right? And who is that bitch in my costume, or almost falling out of it?" Josh gulped. This wasn't going well at all. "Uh, well, she's a starlet, I guess... Jenny Jugster. Worked in a few movies, bit parts, and––well, she did some porn, too. But she looks so much like you, Wonder..." "Like me! She's got a fat ass and those big sagging tits!" "Exactly!––that is--" Josh hurried on: "Look, we have script control, you are in charge of your own image, of course. If we need to have you advise the writer and director, I'm sure we can set up a meeting in a few days, after you––feel better.." During Josh's last speech, the show had resumed. WW felt sick, but she couldn't tear her eyes from the screen. An adorable black boy, about 12, in a hooded sweatshirt, droopy pants and newlooking Nikes appeared around the corner, put his hands on his hips and yelled:"Allah sucks!" The three Arabs stopped pawing WW (one had his hand inside her skimpy tights, toying with the crotch rope) and, howling with rage, pursued the boy who ducked adroitly around the corner, the camera following, as he jumped into a dumpster while the three men raced by. Back to WW wriggling salaciously in her bonds. A black woman wearing black gartered stockings, a tiny miniskirt, a blonde wig, a sheer blouse and absurdly high heels appears. She eyes WW. "Nice rack, girl. You into bondage and that shit, huh! Your pimp tie you up like that to turn on the johns, right? But. Honey, this is my corner. So haul your big white ass outta here!" She flicks open a switch blade knife. The boy, Leroy, reappears "Hey Lateesha! Don't be like that! Tnis is my new friend, wonder woman. She's going to help us make these streets safe again!" "Well, I hear you, you little skinny assed loser. You know I'm tight with your sister, so I'll cut you some slack, just this once. But, get her off my corner!" Leroy is untying WW with some difficulty; they both struggle with the tight breast and belly ropes. One ample breast, pink nippled, escapes her halter; Leroy tucks it back in and is rewarded with a smile. He blushes. Fade. Time for another commercial, this one for Viagra. WW turned from the TV with a curse. She was still on the phone. "Josh! are you watching this shit? This cow is making a joke out of me! I won't stand for it!" WW was livid now, screaming at Josh. "In a few days..." Josh begins. "In a few days, my ass! I'm going over to that studio right now!" She watched the closing shot as the credits rolled. "OOH! That slut!" Wonder fumed. On the screen Wonder was walking down the street, arm around Leroy. The shot was from behind; Wonder swayed on her high heeled boots, her barely covered ass jiggling, swaying. TWO In minutes, WW stood before the huge HBO studios. An armed security guard met her at the door. "Another one" he muttered. "OK, lady, we gotta screen you. Just stand over here." "Another one?" What was that about, WW wondered as he led her to a neck high steel box some twenty feet long; a 8 inch wide groove ran down the top. The guard directed her to a treadmill, "Just stand up straight, put your neck in that slot," he said. "and I'll close these doors. Arms at your sides." The doors were topped with two semicircular steel clamps; as the guard closed and latched the doors behind her, the two metal arcs meshed and clicked shut, forming a rigid collar around WWs neck. Before she could protest, he pushed a button and the treadmill began to roll . There were various mechanical whirrs, rumbles and clicks; at the same moment, WW felt more metal clamps trapping her wrists at her sides, apparently slotted into the side walls of the big metal cage as was the collar; as she trotted on the treadmill moving into the machine, trying to keep from stumblng, her imprisoned head and hands slid along at the same pace. "Hey! What kind of––ow!" she sputtered at the guard; he was now grinning widely. 'Ow', because some sort of mechanical searching device was now exploring and roughly stroking her body. 'almost like hands–very clumsy hands', she thought. And then: "Ow! OH! Stop that! Stop this fucking machine!" (an appropriate adjective, as she soon was to discover.) The hands had fondled her shoulders, then caught in the fabric of her top, pulling it down; the same rough machinery, or robot, or whatever diabolical device was now pinching and kneading her breasts. "Just routine, lady, Our patented search robot. Enjoy your trip!" the guard chuckled. The treadmill was slowing; she was only halfway through the steel chamber. Now the robot snagged her shorts, pulling them down below her knees; as she struggled against the wrist cuffs and the rigid metal collar the device explored her thighs, then slid up, up into her crotch. She felt a cold squirt of lubricating goo between her legs. Before she could gasp again, she was deeply penetrated fore and aft, both intimate channels violated. The robotic fingers seemed to linger there, twisting and plunging, as she continued to protest––pain, humiliation and rage combined. The treadmill suddenly sped up; she was whisked to the end of the big box, the metal cuffs released, the exit doors flew open and she was hurtled through them, sprawling on the floor, disheveled, exposed, nearly naked, shouting at the guard even as she tried to cover herself, pulling up her trunks and hastily covering her bare breasts with her gaping top: "You––you–– I'm going to report you! That ––that torture machine is seriously warped! Look what it did to me!" The guard's grin was even wider. "Actually, lady, the robot is not at fault––except it's in the shop, being repaired. I asked my Uncle Louie to fill in today. Louie?" A small man stuck his bald head out of the box, flashed a wide snaggletoothed smile and waved two dripping fingers at WW in an obscene, mocking gesture. Should she beat both of them to a pulp, should she?––no, she had to focus on this television slut. First things first. She could kick their asses later. She gave the steel box one mighty kick, crumpling one side panel, and stalked over to the receptionist at the end of the big lobby. 'Wait a second? What's going on? 'she paused and blinked. The lobby was full of Wonder Woman wannabes; fat, skinny, old, young, a few frankly voluptuous (they wore the scantiest contumes), others butt ugly. And everyone of them was wearing some ill conceived parody of her personal costume: red white and blue, bustiers, bikinis, , saggy shorts, one was topless with patriotic star pasties on her nipples. Some of the worst brunette wigs she'd ever seen were in evidence. Overhead a big banner proclaimed: WONDER WOMAN LOOKALIKE CONTEST. WINNER WILL BE CHOSEN TODAY! Now WW understood the guards 'another one' comment. She wondered if Uncle Louie had violated all of these––there must have been fifty––women too. She approached the desk. "I must see Jenny Jugster! At once! I'm Wonder Woman!" "Right." said the bored receptionist without even looking up. "You're Wonder Woman. Take a number." This was too much! WW's pent up rage exploded. She reached across the desk and lifted the stout girl by her HBO jacket lapels across the desk and held her there, their faces just inches apart. "I am Wonder Woman! Now tell me where this Jugster bitch hangs out! Now!" Blinking and trembling, her feet off the floor, kicking, the frightened girl gasped: "Trailer 302. At the end of the lot. You can't miss it. Gee, you really are Wonder Woman, aren't you? Can I have your autogra....." WW dropped her rudely and sprinted through the huge warehouse- like studio. Now on a mission, she ran through several sets, spoiling takes as she went. She caromed off James Gandolfino on the Sopranos set, knocked down lights and cameras on the Larry David set, and quickly found herself in front of a lavish forty foot trailer. 302, with a star and a cartoon of a naked Wonder Woman on the door. She paused to catch her breath and straighten her hair and abused costume, then knocked ––loudly. THREE "Whoever you are, fuck off!" A slighty slurred voice with a Texas twang answered. WW pushed open the trailer door, virtually tearing it off its hinges––and stopped in her tracks. There, sprawling in an armchair, legs apart, wearing a flimsy robe open in the front, drink in hand, was––herself! 'My hairdo' she thought: 'well, that's easy to fake. But my face and my body––gorgeous breasts, slim waist, just the hint of a belly and that delicious pubic bulge, those deep pink cuntlips peeping through that furry dark triangle of––her, no, my!––pubic hair. It couldn't be!' Jenny was just as surprised. She spoke first. "Shit I"m seein' double! Too much to drink, I guess." She rubbed her eyes. Over her initial shock, WW screeched: "What gives you the right to--steal my soul! To mock me on that shitty tv show?"" She was across the room in a second, had Jenny's shoulders in both hands and dragged her upright. Jenny in turn grabbed WW's upper arms; her grip was surprisingly strong. Frozen, the two big women glared at one other, flashing blue eyes meeting in an intense gaze. Their oversized breasts touched, flattened. "Holy shit! You are Wonder Woman, ain't you! I thought you were just some kind of fake government phony. Bush could do that. But--but--shit! You look just like me." Jenny released her grip. WW, still furious, squeezed her shoulders––broad shoulders, nearly as broad as mine––the thought flitted through her head. "OK. You got my looks down pretty well, I'll admit. But I won't stand for that garbage you do on the tube!" Jenny tried a little smile. "Wonder Woman! God, you're gorgeous. Uh, look, I just act, I don't write that shit. Thats the producer, Manny Grossman, he does the stories. He put in that nigger brat as my side kick and all that other hokey shit, how I keep getting tied up and fondled and nearly raped and all like that. Honest!" WW released her. She was still dazed by the uncanny resemblance. And she has a lovely face--just like mine, she thought. Jenny was crafty and smarter than she looked. She sensed that WW's rage was cooling a bit. She chattered on: "I do declare this is the most amazin" thing I ever did see. let me take a look at you, here in this big mirror." She took WW's hand and led her to the full length looking glass, posing the two women side by side. Jenny's robe had slipped off during the confrontation, she was totally nude as she postured, proudly, then gently steered WW into identical poses. Her ass, WW thought, is maybe a bit fuller, softer than mine, less muscular. But--she's so--beautiful! For a second, WW felt a bit overdressed. comparing her suddenly dowdy costume to Jenny's breathtaking nudity. A confirmed narcissist, WW spent a lot of time nude before her own mirror, loving what she saw; suddenly there were two of her to worship. Jenny was still talking. "I swear, we could be identical twins! But I'm just a little Texas gal, and you're––yoiu're special! Let me make you a drink; I want to know all about you! I want to try to capture the real you so I can--you know--play you better!" Jenny busied herself with vodka, ice cubes and a splash of tonic. "I usually don't drink. Well, maybe just a little one". WW was not immune to flattery, accepting compliments as her due; the wily actress was winning her over. Then she remembered her mission. "You seem to be––very nice" (glancing once again at Jenny's casual, flouted nudity), "But I demand to talk to your Mr. Grossman, and I mean today!" "No problem. He's in the studio right now; he has to emcee some kind of stupid lookalike contest; I"ll call him right now." Jenny smiled and picked up her cell phone. "Manny..Oh its you, Darlene. Get in touch with him as soon as you can, Wonder Woman––the real one–– yeah, no shit!––is here in my trailer. And she's really pissed! I'll tell you why later. Just get Manny; give him the message." She put down the phone, smiled sweetly at WW, reached over and patted the superheroine's knee. "You know, I think we can be friends. You look so much like––I look so much like––you know what I mean. Like a twin sister I never had! So, while we wait for Manny, tell me about some of your––what do you call them? adventures? Here, let me freshen your drink. Just don't try to catch up with me, I'm a little bit buzzed. Wow! What a day!" WW omitted Guatemala, but related a recent triumph. "This is top secret, of course, but...." She went on to describe how she had brought a large ring of senior citizens cheating on their medicare claims to justice. She was beginning to feel the vodka a bit. "I must stay angry." she told herself, her eyes roaming around the trailer. She saw the scanty TV costume hanging on a closet door. "That reminds me, Jenny, That costume you wear. It's not me. I mean it's way too––revealing, I guess. I wouldn't be comfortable in.." "OH, I bet you would! Listen. We modified it because that old fashioned top of yours wouldn't hold me in. I'd do an action scene and end up flopping my tits all over the lot. All those retakes! So we added the halter, got rid of those old fashioned trunks, made it a one piece; I think it's an improvement. Here, try it on! You'll see!" "No, I don't think that I..." "Come on! Wonder Woman never turns down a dare! I know it will fit, and you'll look so much more sexy!" Sexy! WW's pride and curiosity prevailed (the vodka didn't hurt.) She borrowed Jenny's discarded robe, turned away from the Texan; shy at first, then 'what the hell' proud, she stripped, carefully placing her old costume and her power belt and lasso on the coffee table. She couldn't help sucking in her stomach, taking a deep breath and throwing out her chest as she turned, posing at the mirror. covertly comparing her own stunning nudity to Jenny's. Jenny handed her the costume, and helped her adjust it, smoothing the tight silken fabric over her hips and between her thighs, her fingers lingering for a long moment. Looking in the mirror once more, WW gasped, pirouetted, posed and gasped again. Jenny had been right. This was––sexy; probably too sexy. The narrow halter plunged from her neck to her thighs, widely separating and barely covering her full breasts. (Her nipples, now a bit erect, showed through the thin fabric). Her belly and ribcage were almost totally exposed. Just above her pubes the halter straps met and joined as a narrow band that just covered as it defined her labial cleft; in back the outfit bisected her buttocks, leaving them mostly bare, really just a thong. and stretched high over her hipbones to join the flimsy front of the garment. WW was smitten. this was so daring, so obscene, really, but––my God how it set off her ass and boobs! Jenny clapped and cheered. "Sensational! I could never look that good! ( a lie.) If you start wearin' that , you're gonna need a bikini wax!" WW's dark pubic curls peeped our on either side and above the G-string- like crotch strap. Jenny continued, her eyes narrowing a bit: "Hey! let me try on your old uniform, We can pose together and you'll see how much sexier you are than me!" WW hesitated for a second, then thought: 'What the hell! I bet I will look sexier than her!' "I'm not supposed to, but––OK." she said, Jenny slipped into the trunks, then the strapless top. and stood before the mirror striking a pose. "Ta da! Wonder Woman! I guess I need the belt, too." 'Not the belt!" WW started to say, but it was too late. Jenny had buckled the power belt of Minerva around her waist. "Hey! this is cool! And this magic lasso––does it really work? WW was suddenly sober and very nervous. "Please! Put that down!" she said. Jenny twirled the lasso. "Yahoo! Just a Texas super gal who knows how to rope!" She flicked the lasso, the loop settled around WW's shoulders as the suddenly grinning actress tugged it taut, just beneath the superheroine's breasts, trapping her arms to her sides. WW was trembling inside, She felt the power of the lasso; she knew that it rendered her helpless. Perhaps Jenny didn't know! "Hey! Pretty good roping. Jenny, Now take this thing off. Please!" She tried a feeble smile. Jenny––a very different Jenny from the artless, slightly drunk actress of the last twenty minutes--confronted WW with a triumphant smirk. "Not just yet, darlin'. Not just yet. I gotcha now, havent I? This thing really works, and you can't get loose until I let you. Right?" WW was silent as Jenny continued "Lets be real sure you can't get loose. Because I have plans for you. Oh my yes!" She circled behind WW, who was still standing, trembling, helpless in the lasso, and tied her elbows, then her hands behind her back. WW winced as the obedience compelling rope bit into her wrists. Jenny slipped out of WW's costume, now she was nude again, except for the belt, "Sit down!" she commanded. WW meekly obeyed. "I just can't stand someone as pretty as me, so maybe before we're done, we're gonna have to mess you up some" She tugged on the halter; both of WW's breasts spilled out and jiggled slightly. 'Why are my nipples so hard?' she wondered to herself. 'I'm in real trouble here.' Jenny fondled and squeezed both soft defenseless mounds, then pinched and tweaked WW's big nipples into full erection. "I know you've been fucked by lots of guys––that's part of your legend; always captured––like now––always abused. But have you ever been fucked by a woman? NO? Darlin', this is your lucky day!!" Jenny exulted, putting her hand inside WW's tiny crotch cover, fingering the superheroines already moist pussy. "Wet already! MY My! It looks like you swing both ways! Now just Two Wonders you kneel down between my legs. Yeah, like that. I'm gonna...." There was a knock at the door. "Shit!" Jenny muttered. FOUR "Jenny, you sly little cunt! What have you done? I'm coming in!" Manny flung the door open and took in the scene: two total drop dead gorgeous women, one nude, one kneeling between Jenny's open thighs, tightly bound with some kind of yellow rope. He let out a whoop of delight, walked over to Jenny, gave her a big kiss, and then lifted WW to her feet his probing hands lifting her bottom, and kissed her protesting mouth. Wet, sloppy, a probing tongue, "Ugh" WW reacted. Manny was tall, skinny and hyperactive, manic. He wore a garish hawaian shirt, unbuttoned, shorts and sandals. He wasn't handsome; mouth too wide, eyes a bit deep set, dark and (WW noted as he slobbered over her) pupils widely dilated. 'Drugs', she thought. His reddish brown hair, thinning on top, looked like a brillo pad. He was so intense, such an unstoppable force, that his looks seemed unimportant. "Settle down, stud." Jenny said. "You've been doin' coke again, my love, haven't you? And you busted in just when me and my luscious little friend were about to get it on." She pouted. "Plenty of time for that later. Let's talk business first." He held WW at arms length; bound tightly, she tried to struggle in his grasp. "Let me go! Untie me, right now! Jenny––both of you––are in big trouble! I mean it!" Jenny 's smile grew more malicious; Manny whooped again and shook his captive. "Wonder Woman, and I do believe I have the honor of adressing Wonder Woman, may I introduce myself? I am Manny Grossman, whao has taken your dull little life and put it on 27 million screens every Tuesday might. I've made you a star––well, I've made Jenny a star. And now, I hear you have some––issues? Some silly complaints?" WW tried to steady her voice. He was gripping her tied back arms now, his thumbs teasing her breasts. " Let go of me! Yes I do have issues, Mr Grossman. If you're the one responsible for turning my life into that pathetic piece of shit I watched tonight. I don't care how many viewers you have! Jerry Springer and Bill O'Reilly are popular too! What you have done is parody and degrade everything I stand for in a clumsy and boring way! If it weren't for Jenny and her big tits and bare ass, you wouldn't have a show!" She stopped for breath. Manny was delighted. He turned to Jenny. "Hear that, love? We have a negative review!" He turned to WW again, grinning no longer, "You don't like my show. That's too fucking bad," "Yes , and I'll tell you why. I have script approval--my boss in DC just verified that.. I'm going to shut you down!" "My my! Such scary threats from someone tied up so deliciously!" He squeezed her breasts––harder now––and continued. "Lady, your boss, or bosses––Josh Grantly is not the only one; think State Department; think Vice President, that horny old bastard––øh yes, I know Josh! They have sold your lovely body to the highest bidder; turned out to be HBO. Bucks will get you anything in Washington, don't you know that? They wanted to make you a star, not just some minor league crime fighting flunky, and I've done just that. So you can learn to enjoy your new found fame, or....... But maybe we'll have a little fun first!" Jenny was tugging on his sleeve. "Manny! How about this? We put her in the show--I'm Wonder Woman, and she's my evil twin sister; we look so much alike, that's the gimmick. And we do all these neat catfights, rip off our costumes. lots of nudity, all that stuff. And we've both got a magic lasso. so someone's always getting tied up! The B and D freaks will love it!" "Jenny, that's a great idea! But I doubt if we can count on little miss prim and proper pain in the ass here, this sorry loser, to cooperate. How about it, Wonder?" He gave her nipples a savage twist.. "Ow! Oh!! Ow! stop that, you bastard! You're right; I won't have anything to do with your sleazy show! That goes for your idea, too, Jenny. Now, turn me loose! Untie me!" "Not quite yet, honey. We don't want a pissed off superheroine on our hands, a very strong one, do we? No way! You stay tied! I think it's––Party Time! You and Jenny can get back to where you were when I so rudely busted in. Let's all have a drink! Champagne! I'll call the commissary. And maybe do a line or two. Jenny?" As Manny ordered Champagne––two magnums, no, three–– caviar, the works: ––"Just leave it outside the door, knock, Don't come in!", he cautioned––Jenny forced WW to her knees, again caressed her body, dipping fingers between her thighs. "Oh my! All the wet is gone! Well, we'll just have to start all over again, won't we?" She slid her hand into WW's vagina, stroking her clit and her outer lips, then deeper. WW glared at her, twisted in her punishing bonds, and bit her lip as her body began to betray her again under Jenny's experienced touch. Jenny, stroking, caressing, sensed WW's response; the hapless superheroine was lubricating again. Smiling, the Texan tangled one hand in WW's thick brunette locks, and, firmly but tenderly, guided the bound woman's face and mouth against her own moist pussy. WW tried to resist, tried to keep her mouth closed, her teeth clenched, but as she inhaled Jennys musky, seductive aroma, she was lost. Soon, with Jenny urging her on she was licking and nibbling at the juicy cunt pressed against her face. Manny looked up from the line of cocaine he ws inhaling from a small mirror. He snorted and grinned. "Hey Jenny! You started without me. Want a line?' Jenny, her head thrown back, eyes half closed, panting a bit, nodded. Manny held the rolled bill to her nose, she inhaled deeply, and began to moan. Her first orgasm was on its way. Manny quickly stripped. He was tan all over and muscular, despite his slim frame. And very well hung. He was already hard as he knelt behind the greedily licking woman, lifted her ass skyward, spread her thighs, pushed aside the flimsy thong of the TV costume and fingered her open; she was wet enough by now that he needed no lubricant as he penetrated her, sliding deep inside her with his first stroke. WW's rigorous training schedule included all her muscles, including her inner perineal ones; she did her Kegel exercises daily. To his surprise and delight, Manny found her pelvis responding almost at once to his vigorous fucking, her warm cunt contracting, releasing, then contracting again around his thrusting cock. In only six or seven minutes, all three had climaxed, almost simultaneously. Jenny and Manny were both noisy, exultant. WW, still twitching and shuddering from the twin assault, confused, shamed, was in tears. "Awwww. Poor baby! MY sweet little cuntlapper! What's the matter? I know you enjoyed it." said Jenny, riding her cocaine high. WW lifted her head to look at Jenny––beautiful Jenny–– and sobbed: "I––I'm so ashamed! When I'm bound by this lasso, I can't control my sexual energy, It's awful!" Manny was withdrawing from her delightful pulsing cavity and said: "Sexual energy! Honey, you must have the liveliest pussy on the West Coast! You are wonderful. But you ought to have fun, get rid of all that guilt, those tears. Hey! I've got an idea!" The champagne and food had been left at the trailer door; Manny opened it a crack and brought in the big hamper. "Jenny, remember that trick with the champagne at Palm Springs last year? And how drunk you got? What do you think?" Jeny clapped he hand gleefully. "Oh absolutely! Wonder, your gloom and doom is about to vanish. We're really going to party now!" Wonder was puzzled. "I'm not going to drink your champagne! I refuse, lasso or not! What is this about?"" She soon found out. Manny took a bottle of champagne, a full magnum, and shook it. With one finger he dipped into the jism and juices dripping from WW's cunt and lubricated her puckered anus until the sphincter relaxed. He pushed her head down, tilting her buttocks and the tight pink target between them upward. He popped the cork on the champagne, and quickly forced the neck of the bottle into her rectum , losing only a few spurting fizzy drops. WW straightened up with a howl. It was so cold! She felt the cramping, the instant bloating. Her belly swelled as the millions of bubbles expanded in her colon, driving the alcohol almost immediately into her bloodstream. Gasping and moaning, totally surprised by this assault, she was already getting a little woozy, a little––"Oh Christ! I'm drunk again!" Manny removed the big bottle, now completely empty, and deftly stoppered WW's anus with the cork; her sphincter contracted around it; she was nicely plugged, recipient of a very expensive enema with a magnum of champagne sloshing in her belly and an instant high alcohol blood level. Manny and Jenny, holding each other, sat back in the big armchair to watch. Wonder got to her knees, swayed, almost fell, and then looked at her two tormenters, her vision bluring. Or were there four? She tried to focus, and giggled. "you––¥ou––YOu're evil. You sink––think you can get me drunk and then fuck me some more.." She slurred, and giggled again. "Well here's my secret. Wonder woman likes to fuck! So there! Whoo! My tummy is so big!" She swayed again, slid to the floor, bounced on her pneumatic breasts and looked up at them, still giggling. "Think we can untie her now? She's pretty much out of it." Jenny asked. "Nah. Better be safe. If she gets loose and sober, warch out. In the meantime, I don't want to neglect you, my sweet pussy!" He opened another bottle of champagne. "This one we'll drink! And Wonder Pussy, now it's really party time!" Two hours later, after a sexual marathon that had involved every position, every combination, every perverse act , every possibility available to two experienced media sexual superstars and a drunken super heroine all three recovered in a tangle of arms, legs and other body parts on the trailer floor. One barely remembered one-of-a kind moment had ocurred when Manny removed the cork from WW's ass to sodomize her. She had emitted the mother of all farts, carbonated, loud and long, but luckily smelling somewhat like a winery having a bad year. WW, with a monumental hangover and a splitting headache, spoke first. "Where am I? What have I been doing?"she muttered, then winced as some scattered memory returned. All those unspeakable acts she vaguely remembered; surely just nightmares. But here she was, still implacably bound with her lariat, between her two naked, still stoned tormentors, with both her nether channels sore and throbbing. She kicked Manny. "Hey, you prick! (bad word choice, she thought, as her wits began to return.) You had your fun; now untie me. Please!" Groggy, Manny sat up. looked at Jenny. Jenny looked at him.and nodded a slow negative. "Wonder, darlin', if we turn you loose, you'll just cause trouble, won't you? You'll call us all kinds of rotten names, say we held you prisoner, fucked your brains out, and, worst of all, are producing a crummy TV program. And then you'll beat the shit out of us. Well, won't you?" WW, forced to tell the truth by the lasso's magic, nodded miserably. Manny was up now, pacing. "We've got a tiger by the tail here ––some tail!––" he grinned. "What to do, what to do. Let's see...that good and evil twins idea you had, Jenny, maybe we could do a switch on that. You wouldn't be interested in playing the evil one, would you, Wonder?" WW squirmed to her knees, This tight ropes were so uncomfortable! She answered: "I told you before, I'm not going to star on your shitty show. No matter what!" Hung over, still a bit drunk, sexually abused in every way imaginable. she remained stubborn, defiant. (and dumb, Jenny thought). Manny sighed, "Wonder, you awesome fuck, I'm afraid you are going to be on the show––or at least the audience will think you are. Here's what we're going to do......" FIVE About an hour later, Manny stood on the platform in front of the studio, surrounded by cameramen and reporters. The Wonder Woman lookalkes crowded the stage. Manny, now shaved. combed, clad in impeccable white slacks and a black turtleneck, only slightly feeling the cocaine and alcohol, addressed the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is an honor and a privelege to present this tiara and a check to miss Ethel Stubbs, of Cherokee Iowa--the first Wonder Woman lookalike. And such a lovely one! Come up here, young lady. Yes! Let me just crown you and adjust your banner." His hands were all over her chest. The winner was a slightly overweight blonde with opulent curves; her costume included red boots with 4 inch heels, a tiny american flag bikini and a harness barely containing her pillow like breasts. She bulged enticingly above and below her skimpy costume. "Must be a wonder bra." Manny whispered in her ear, his arm encircling her love handles. She gave a delighted little squeal. "Now, I have an important announcement, so stick around." Manny nodded to Jenny, who stepped onto the stage. Jenny wore Wonder Woman's old costume, the belt, and a grave, thoughtful expression. In one hand she held the end of the lasso; at the other end was WW, still tightly trussed with a new loop round her neck, which Jenny tugged like a leash. WW was wearing the TV Wonder woman costume, much the worse for wear from the afternoon orgy; in other words, she was basically naked. Perhaps more important, she had a big rubber ball gag strapped between her jaws, effectively silencing her. She was disheveled, brunette locks a tangle, obviously disturbed and frantic as she was dragged protesting onto the stage. The crowd buzzed as Manny spoke again. "I have good news and some sad news. First, Wonder Woman" He nodded to Jenny, "who has returned from a top secret assignment, has consented to take over the lead in our program. She will bring more gravity, more real drama to our story. We're proud to have her on board." He led the polite applause, Jenny (as WW) bowed. "Now the sad news. Our prior lead, Jenny Jugster, a wonderful rising actress, is going through a series of personal problems. You see her bound and gagged here tonight; this was necessary when she went ballistic during the contract negotiations. Just freaked out, frankly.We are in the process of turning her over to federal officials for investigation of serious narcotics charges. Today in her trailer, Wonder Woman and I effected a citizens arrest when we found considerable quantities of illegal drugs and, worse, Jenny seemed to be irrational, babbling, claiming that she was the real Wonder Woman; hence the gag. Take it out for a second, Wonder, if you will." Jenny (now WW) unfastened the leather neck strap. WW (now Jenny) spit out the ball and began to shout: "All you reporters! You know me! I'm the real Wonder Woman! She's Jenny, an imposter! These people are trying to silence me! they got me drunk, raped me! Now these phony charges! You must believe me! they are evil! Evil! You must... mmmmmph!" Jenny had shoved the gag back in her ranting mouth. WW began to sputter again. With her hair wildly tangled (Jenny had carefully mussed it before she led her on stage), her jaw distended by the cruel gag and her face contorted with rage and despair, eyes wide, she was doing herself no favors; she looked crazy. Despite their almost identical lush bodies, WWs frantic posturing bore little resemblance to Jenny's air of calm poise. WW kicked out at Manny, only to be restrained with Jenny's not so gentle tug on the noose. Her impotent writhing struggles made her look even crazier. As she twisted, one, then the other breast flopped free of her scanty halter. Cameras were clicking at a furious pace. There was a murmer in the crowd of reporters "She's nuts.' 'Boy, they look alike!' 'No, that's the real wonder woman–look at her costume! Jenny's the one in the tits and ass get up', 'I'm not so sure.' and so on. Manny hastened to close. " Gentlemen, I'm not going to display this tragic woman to you fine gentlemen of the press any further tonight. Be sure that the studio will spare no expense to speed her full recovery––after she has faced the police, of course. Wonder, take her back until the federal authorities arrive. She'll make a court appearance tomorrow morning. That's all, thank you for your coverage." The camermen were swarming around Jenny, who was doing a superb job of acting: she was serious, concerned, stern but tender towards her bound and gagged captive (who continued to struggle and sputter, her exposed breasts jiggling, looking less and less like a superheroine. and more like a demented though gorgeous porn star.) Tugging on the noose, Jenny hurried WW through the studio gates. beckoning Manny to join her as they walked, nearly trotted back to Jenny's trailer, She hissed at Manny: "Dope! narcotics! What was that all about? And that hand her over to the authorities bit! How do you plan to follow through on that? This ain't a cockamamie tv plot, this is real life!" "Look, just wait until we get back to your trailer away from these reporters before you chew out my ass, OK?" WW was still making a nuisance of herself, kicking and twisting against the ropes, but was compelled along by the tightening pressure of the noose. Her angry primative moans and attempted screams were effectively muffled by the hard rubber gag. Back in the trailer, Manny set out another line of coke. Jenny slapped his hand, spilling the costly powder on the floor, "No more drugs right now! We've got to figure out what to do with--Jenny, I guess, since I've just been promoted to Wonder Woman! You've dug us--me--a great big hole, Mr. Producer!" Jenny had loosened the noose now, and WW was jumping and squealing, trying to attract the attention of the bickering pair. Jenny noticed her first."I think she"s trying to tell us something. Take off the gag, Manny." then to WW: "Just for a second, OK? Any more yelling , it goes right back in. Now what do you want to tell us." "J––Josh! Call Josh Grantly, in DC; he'll know what to do, if anyone will. His number is..." "Wonder, that's a great idea; I'll call him now!" Josh answered the secret phone almost at once. Manny explained what had happened, WW's reluctant bondage––"her own lasso, man! So cool!"––her fit of rage after the ill-considered identity switch, the sweeping promise that Jenny was going to jail . He omitted the champagne enema, the three hour orgy, or how WW lost control of her lasso in the first place; that could wait. He held the phone as Josh talked, The pauses grew longer and longer between Manny's interjected "Yeah, maybe so" then: "I realize that!" then:"Look I'm not a fucking imbecile! We set up this series together, remember? And you pocketed big bucks from HBO, buddy!" then, finally: "You're flying out? Good! Great! We'll keep the luscious bitch under wraps until morning, No, I mean Wonder. I'll have a limo pick you up at LAX. Right! See you!" He put down the phone and looked at the two women with visible relief. This fucked up situation was at least partially off his back. "He'll figure this out; anyway, it's not just my ass now. Now we gotta figure how to get Wonder down to the courthouse without..." "Wait a second! You're not going to go through with this––this stupid identity theft, are you? You want me to go to prison as Jenny? No way!" Wonder shouted. Jenny waggled the gag in her face; warning her: WW gulped and lowered her voice. "I said no way! We could have switched back right now, if you hadn't come up with that dramatic bullshit about drugs and the feds!" "I know, I know." Manny said, then straightened up and jabbed WW's breast , hard, with a stiff finger. "But get off my case, will you? You too, Jenny, A genius gets to fuck up every now and then! To hell with it, I'm going home! Jenny, you be hostess for our reluctant guest tonight; I don't want anyone to know where she is until Josh gets here! Two Wonders He's taking the red eye, should be here by dawn." He left without his usual bravura. There was a long silence as the two women eyed one another. Finally WW spoke. "Jenny. This is bullshit, and you know it. It'll never work! Untie me, and we can switch back right now, let Manny and Josh straighten everything out in the morning." Her voice was low, almost controlled, but her eyes began to fill with tears. "Please, Jenny! Please!" Jenny seemed moved for an instant, then reverted to her tough Texas self. "I'm afraid not. honey. LIke you said, the guys will figure this out in the morning. For now, let's get something to eat, and I'm going to have a bunch of drinks. Guess I'll have to feed you like a little baby, because I'm sure as hell not untieing you." WW lapsed into a morose silence, tears running down her cheeks. She wriggled in her bonds again, though she knew it was fruitless. Jenny bustled around the kitchenette after making herself a big vodka on ice, then collected the remnants of the afternoon orgy: pate, some caviar, soggy canapes, a tired looking plate of fruit. "Sex always makes me hungry; how about you? Nothin' to say, huh? Well just open wide, and we'll try a little of this foie gras on a cracker." This was one more humiliation! But she was hungry, even with a bellyful of flat champagne. She grimaced, but allowed the amused Jenny to feed her. "That's a good little superherione! now another bite." Jenny was enjoying herself. "Something to wash it down? a little champagne?" "No!" WW was vehement. "Well, then, How about a little dessert?" With a malicious grin, Jenny peeled a banana and shoved it into WW's mouth. "Just suck and chew, darlin' ––I'm sure you know how. Here, I'll help push!" Still smiling, she forced the whole fruit between WW's jaws, down her throat. Gagging, chewing and swallowing as fast as she could, WW managed to consume the phallic shaft in twenty seconds, coughed, sputtered, and glared at her tormentor. "Now don't be giving me that stink eye look, honey. Where's your table manners? I think I'll have me a little after supper drink." Jenny mixed another vodka, and sprawled back in the armchair, still wearing the authentic Wonder Woman costume––my costume! WW raged inwardly––, regarding her captive with an even broader grin. Time passed. Jenny had another stiff drink or two as WW fumed inwardly, but in silence. Later, Jenny staggered over to the couch and sat down next to WW, threw one arm over her shoulder. "Hey, honey, I'm just a wee bit drunk, and horny, too. I think we should be friends, like this afternoon. You're damn near as pretty and sexy as me, you know..." She began to stroke WW's breasts, clumsily, and tried to kiss her. WW shudddered, recoiled, and finally lost it. 'GET AWAY FROM ME! TAKE YOU HANDS OFF MY––YOU––YOU FILTHY TEXAS SLUT! YOU–– YOU––COW!" "Now is that any way to talk?" Jenny slurred, stroking and pinching WW's breasts and nipples harder now. "You––you're disgusting! you're a depraved drunken whore! You're a lousy actress, and I can't stand your smelly old cunt fouling my uniform! I'll have to burn it, when I get loose..." Jenny staggered to her feet, her mood swinging from amorous to furious in a split second. "Smelly old cunt, huh? You enjoyed it a few hours ago. How about another taste before bedtime?" She dragged WW off the couch onto the floor, on her knees and pulled off the offending shorts then forced the struggling woman's head between her thighs, her face smothered in her hairy wetness. WW struggled impotently, her cries of rage and protest muffled by Jenny's pussy. Impulsively; her mouth found Jenny's clit; she bit down––hard. The half drunk woman howled, jumped back, her fingers fumbling at her wounded bit of sensitive flesh. "OOOOW! You'll pay for that, bitch!" She sat down on the couch and dragged WW across her lap. Fueled with adrenalin and vodka and outrage and pain from her super sensitive swelling clitoris, she was very strong. In any case, the magic lasso compelled WW's compliance. Her ass was a tempting target; Jenny administered a savage spanking until her hands got tired, many minutes later. WW was now sobbing with pain, her butt cheeks glowing red. 'I ain't done yet, honey!" Jenny pushed her victim to the floor, staggered to the kitchen, and returned with a metal spatula. She dragged WW by the hair up over her lap again, and resumed the punishment. WW's sobs turned to screams , then moans and whimpers; the spatula was worse––much worse, much more painful than Jenny's hands had been; welts and splotches, now deep red, almost purple appeared on her abused bottom; the sharp edges of the improvised paddle were beginning to break the skin; a pattern of linear cuts criss crossed her tender swollen ass. Finally––an eternity for WW––Jenny was exhausted. She dumped the suffering captive off her lap, sent her sprawling to the floor. As WW writhed in pain, Jenny took the end of the lasso (magic lassos always have plenty of excess rope) tied WW's ankles together, flopped her over on her belly and pulled her ankles behind her, linking them to the wrist bindings. And pulled tight––tighter––until the woman's hands and ankles almost met. Her body arched painfully; she was in a severe hogtie. WW pleaded with Jenny; the Texan was too spiteful (her clit still throbbed) and too drunk to pay any heed. "G'night, dearie." she slurrerd and stumbled to her bed. Soon she was snoring loudly. WW flopped on he floor, one side, then the other, then back on her belly, breasts and face digging into the shag rug. No position was remotely close to comfortable. She endured a long, agonizing sleepless night, the unyielding lariat a mocking reminder of her initial foolishness. ********* Dawn. WW stirred, still arched in the implacable hogtie. The rug under her was cold and wet ; she'd had to urinate; twice. One more little torment, she thought, totally depressed. Jenny was still snoring loudly, sprawled nude on her bed. Ther was a knock at the door, than another, louder. Then Manny's voice; loud: "Jenny! Rise and shine for chrissake! The man is here! let us in! Open the door!" Jenny blinked awake, groggy. She stretched, winced, held her head, grimaced, and dragged herself upright. 'Wow. Shit." She raised her voice. "Manny, I hear you. Just a sec." She hastily pulled on Wonder Woman's star spangled shorts, then her red and gold top and high heeled red boots, ran her hand through her tousled dark hair, and opened the door, with a wide fake smile and a throbbing headache. Four men entered: Manny and others in dark suits and conservative ties––the men from Washington: Josh Grantley and his two federal agents. Will Gretz was stocky, militarily erect, his face giving away nothing, and Sam Jackson was a tall african american, his face equally impassive. Given the scene they were witnessing, this was not easy. Wonder Woman stood in the doorway, slightly shaky, but with a broad welcoming smile: "Josh! You must be Josh--er. I mean, good to see you again. And Manny! Thank god you're back. Jenny's been all kinds of trouble!" "Josh! It's me! She's a fucking liar!" another voice shrilled at the same moment; the men looked down on the rug, where a nearly naked woman was struggling on her belly trussed tightly with a golden rope. She was so furious she sputtered. Josh looked quickly at Manny, than at the apparent superheroine standing in front of the bound figure. "What's my last name, Wonder? And where's my office?" Jenny's smile froze. "Why, its in Washington, Washington, DC!! Our capitol! Mister––er––Mister––ah....." "You do look a lot like her. Nice try, Jenny." Then: "Will, untie our unfortunate heroine. Wonder, in deep shit yet again I see! What's your story this time?" Gretz knelt, close to her delectable bare bottom, marred by red and purple welts and a few linear lacerations. The knots were tight, made more so by WW's long futile struggles; it took several minutes for him to finally untie her. She sat up, rubbed the circulation back into her wrists, glared at Jenny, and began her tale of woe; she was too angry to be aware of her virtual nudity; the tattered remnant of the TV costume exposed both breasts, and a tiny soggy remnant of her thong only half hid her damp crotch. The two feds were transfixed; Josh, usually imperturbale, coughed uneasily; "Sam, get her something to––to wear." The tall agent draped Jenny's silk robe over her shoulders. Josh was ordinary looking. This was a blessing in his undercover work, but left him somewhat less than charismatic as a powerful spokesman––which he was. Medium height, forgettable features, sparse blond hair––WW had told him once:"Josh, give you twenty, thirty pounds and a fat double chin, you could be Karl Rove." Wonder poured out her side of the story: too eager to confront the evil actress defaming her on televison, she had acted hastily, meeting Jenny who "seemed so nice, at first", foolishly swapping costumes, captured; then Manny came in--her story got a bit vague at this point. "They got me drunk, somehow, I let her tie me up with the magic lasso and there was––a little bit of partying, and then they got this crazy idea..." She described what she remembered of the afternoon (leaving out the champagne enema and the orgy, of course), the identity switch, Manny's big speech about drugs and public arrest, and her long ordeal at the hands of "that vicious, drunken slut". Both Manny and Jenny had been silent during this tirade; at one point Jenny wanted to mention that she had been savagely bitten on the clit, but thought better of it. There was an uncomfortable pause. Josh frowned, took several deep breaths, shrugged, and said: "We have a situation. First, Wonder, you must never, I repeat, never, let anyone use your lasso! Never! Secondly, Manny and you too, Jenny, that was a crazy idea, that switch places bit. What were you thinking? Or were all three of you stoned at the time?" Manny broke in, anxiously. "Hey, we messed up. But, we can talk to the media, say it was just a publicity stunt, no drugs, no crazy acting Wonder Woman; problem solved, am I right?" Josh continued. "Not solved. You promised them red meat, Manny, and they––the media, the citizenry, the mob––are howling for it. Did you notice that crowd at your studio gate when we drove through, Manny? At dawn? These are your fans, Wonder, your adoring vicious fans, and they want to see you doing the perp walk, handcuffed, or you, Jenny, doesn't really matter which one, but... one of you––just like Martha Stewart." "It's got to be Jenny, of course. She's the one who does the drugs, gets all high and delusional, crazy, thinks she's me. Manny, that's what you told them!" WW said gleefully. Until Josh spoke again: "Ahh–– not so fast, Wonder. Let's think this through. If we give them Jenny, you're going to have to stay on and do the show, a few rewrites, maybe, but the same tits and ass production that we've bankrolled. For at least a season. And also, Wonder, some of the big boys back in DC are increasingly annoyed by your appearances and speeches in favor of clean air, women's rights, stem cell research. That just won't do! Why do you think we let you to stay in that Guatemalan brothel for so long? If you went to prison ––or a mental hospital, if you persisted in claiming you are Wonder Woman–– you wouldn't have Cheney and the boys displeased with you for a while, would you?" WW's confident smile had disappeared as Josh blandly proposed to sell her down the river. She started to protest but he held up one hand, quieting her. "On the other hand, Jenny." he stared at her coolly. "You were the one who started all this lets-change-places shit, weren't you? With the incomparable help of Manny, who has escalated a little afternoon of bondage , booze and sex––maybe rape, maybe consensual, we're never quite sure, with Wonder––into a national news item, It's like the Romans in the Coliseum; if the lions and Christians don't show up, they're going to get pissed. Besides, Jenny, if you stayed on playing the real Wonder Woman, all those banquets and supermarket openings, instead of a ditzy actress in a sexy role, I don't think you could pull it off for very long. Wonder, here, has a level of sweet gullibility that you lost years ago in Texas, I'll bet." "So. Jenny––you're taking the fall." Josh permittted himself a tiny smile. Jenny erupted. During her tantrum, Will whispered to Samuel."'You're taking the fall'- dude thinks he's Bogart with Mary Astor in that Falcon flick." Jenny's tantrum was Vesuvian, over the top. She screamed, she threw things, she tore off her costume she tried to assault Wonder, then Manny then Josh. Manny, frantic, tried to calm her. "Jenny, baby––Jenny. No big thing, OK? I promise! I'll get B. Wilford Bromley, the studio lawyer, he'll fix it up with a tame judge, we'll plea just a little misunderstanding, and we're outta there." Jenny was quieter, but still dubious. "Well, maybe. It's publicity, right? Can't be all bad...." "Right! Publicity! And that's why you gotta do the papparazzi thing, cute little dress, handcuffs. You'll be back here by noon, party time again. Wonder, you don't care to join us, I suppose?" WW replied: "Party with you two beautiful people again? I'd rather eat hyena shit!" "Hey, Wonder, just a little joke. C'mon, Jenn, baby, let's get you all spiffed up." Manny was playing big shot, the man in charge again; Josh let him. 'Hollywood types; who needs them?' he thought. 'I think we're going to be OK on this one, got to talk to Wonder, though, chew her ass. Unbelievably dumb!' Jenny closed her bedroom door, gulped down two Vicodin (her headache and hangover were killers!} did a quick line of cocaine, (there! that's better!) showered, did her hair and makeup, and emerged thirty minutes later.. after just one more line. "Ta da! Jailbird time!" She struck a pose. She had put on a cllinging very short black leather dress, its wide neck cut down to below her navel, laced together with shoestring-like leather thongs criss crossing her largely exposed breasts. The dress was backless and plunged much lower than her waist, almost to the crack between her prominent ass cheeks. No underwear, of course; that was part of Jenny's legend; and no stockings, just highheeled black pumps. 'J LO, eat your heart out." she twirled like a model on a runway, suppressing a tiny giggle. "Law officers do your duty! Take me into custody!" She held out her wrists dramatically. "She's high! Omigad! maybe that's better..." Manny's thoughts were mixed. The two agents looked at Josh, who gave a slight nod. and stepped towards the prancing sexpot. "Behind your back, ma'am" said Jackson, gently forcing her arms behind her. Gretz was the one with the impressive looking cuffs––almost shackles––that he clicked on her wrists. Manny was at her side, hyper, the showman again. "Baby, you look awesome! March through that crowd, head high, real serious look, don't say anything. It's Marie Antionette going to the guillotine through the streets of Paris in a tumbrel; chained, naked, but proud––tragic and proud. Got it? You guys, you feds. Look real fierce, real stern, OK?" "We always do." Gretz drawled. "Jenny! One more thing. Ill be at the courthouse with Bromley and Judge Shively. Piece of cake! Let's do it!" He kissed her on the cheek, and gestured grandly. "Do your duty, officers!" The two straightfaced agents, one on either side of their gorgeous brunette prisoner, headed through the studio gates toward the waiting police car. Flashbulbs, TV cameras, shouting reporters, overhead TV channel helicopters, and a jostling, screaming rabid crowd of onlookers crowded in on the proud, tragic, and oh so sexy near naked star; Manny's publicity dream come true. Gretz and Jackson, skilled as they were, could scarcely make it to the car; slowly parting the crowd, until they could drive away through the surging mob. At city hall, pushing through another crowd of media types and screaming fans, the trio: Jenny, cuffed in her provocative leather minidress flanked by the two agents, walked down the long hallway to the courtroom, now joined by the self assured studio attorney, G. Wilford Bromley. "Don't worry, my dear." he purred. "Manny and I have everything under control. The judge is a golfing partner of mine, Roger Fenwick. We'll plead misguided publicity stunt, exaggerated charges, no reasonable cause for action; you'll be home by noon." Jenny almost resented him. She was well into her role: striding erectly, proudly into the courtroom, wronged, victimised, but unrepentant––she was thoroughly playing her self-assigned part––her brow was furrowed, agonized; her lips slightly apart, her eyes glistening, almost tearful. She didn't need any soothing words from some slick lawyer at this, her most ambitious dramatic moment. Then she looked up at the judge now seating herself on the bench, and reconsidered. This surely was not the Hon. Roger Fenwick! "I'm Judge Myra Slusser.' the robed woman said. Judge Slusser was middle aged, heavy and unattractive. She looked sourly at Jenny's provocative leather outfit and continued: "Judge Fenwick has been detained in a freeway fender bender. He called on his cell phone to say he's not seriously hurt, but is being checked out in the hospital. He asked me to take this case, if there is one."" "Your honor" Bromley began: " I am J. Wilford Bromley, counsel for HBO and the accused, Jenny Jugster. and I intend to show..." "I know who you are, Willy." the judge said." Roger asked me to do him a favor. But what have we got here? Nothing on the docket, no case record; am I wasting your time and mine here?" A slilghtly flustered young woman burst into the courtroom. clutching a sheaf of papers and press clippings. "Your Honor! Your Honor!" she gasped. "I represent the district attorney's office, and we are prepared to press charges in this matter!" Jenny and Bromley, both surprised, turned towards this new voice; she was a skinny blonde in an unfashionable business suit, her shrill voice trembling, unsteady. Judge Slusser scowled. "What matter? I watch TV like anybody else; I've seen the media hoop-di-do about this––actresses alleged impersonation and dope charges. Sensationalism! What else is new? I see nothing about this on my calender!" "Excuse me, your honor. My name is Jessica Pratt, junior assistant DA. This is my first time in your court, Ma'am, so I'm a bit nervous, but.." she tugged at her her collar. "we––our office––are charging Ms. Jugster with inciting a riot––that would be the melee at the studio gates this morning––willful impersonation and, maybe some assault and drug charges later." "This is highly irregular!" Bromley protested. "My client is already in the custody of federal agents, as you see. There is no need to proceed in this venue!" "With respect, your honor, this is not a federal case. These crimes took place in our city. Our national television image should not be besmirched with the impression that we turn away when a celebrity commits criminal acts. We demand a full investigation: initial arraignment and interrogation of the suspect––there's been none of that–– and then charges, if warranted, a proper court hearing, charges, and full exoneration, if that is the outcome." Flushed, Jessica sat down as Jenny glared at her. "Ridiculous!" Bromley blustered, his portly form puffed up with indignation, his famous long silvery locks flying. "This was a minor misunderstanding, a perhaps unfortunate public announcement. by Mr. Grossman. Our government, which employs Wonder Woman, is fully capable of sorting all this out. We're wasting the court's time here, just so some publicity hungry district attorney can..." Two Wonders Judge Slusser interrupted: "Enough, Mr. Bromley. I agree, this is a waste of our time. The city clearly has jurisdiction here. Since they've filed a complaint , the usual procedures should apply. A formal arrest and due process, as Ms. Pratt has described. This court will not countenance favoritism for the powerful and famous. This hearing is adjourned. Your officers may proceed, Ms. Pratt." She leaned forward. "Off the record, Ms. Jugster, if you ever appear before me again, try to do so more appropriately attired. I don't know that you are a whore, but you certainly dress like one. That's all." Jenny turned to the lawyer in consternation;"What--what's going on here? You said..." "Now Jenny! Not to worry, this is just a minor setback. We'll have you out on bail, if they even charge you with some ridiculous infraction, in no time!" Bromley patted her shoulder, stroking her breast incidentally, avuncular, the sly lecherous uncle. He exuded reassurance, confidence. "Manny and I will see to everything. Just keep your chin up! That's the girl." He made a hasty retreat, reaching for his cell phone. Two uniformed police women approached, smiling grimly. "You may retrieve your federal handcuffs, gentlemen." One, the huskier of the two, said: "We've got our own." Click click. Click click. Jenny was uncuffed and recuffed in seconds. These shackles seemed tighter, more painful. Gertz and Jackson shuffled uneasily; they had not had a chance to speak during the rapid proceedings. "Uh––Jenny. Ms. Jugster. I'm really sorry it turned out like this." Jackson muttered. "So am I ."Gertz chimed in. "I know you'll be OK. I'm one of your fans. Uh––well, good luck!" And they too were gone. Jenny stiffened as the two officers, one on each arm, marched her out of the court and down a long hallway. "Where are you––What are you going to..?" she quavered, her proud and tragic Marie Antoinette role forgotten. This was some kind of nightmare! No, this was all too real! She tottered in her absurdly high heels as the women hustled her along. One of her captors, a slim oriental, grinned maliciously as she answered: "You're going to jail, honey. First we book you. Then mug shots, fingerprints, then interrogation." "What––what's that?" "That's when two or three fat detectives question you for an hour or two trying to look up your little skirt while you're squirming, cuffed, on a hard stool." "Then" the fatter policewoman chimed in, "unless the DA wants to drag you in front of the media again, and he probably will; he loves publicity, we'll be there when you get strip searched, take a cold shower, maybe get a medical exam––a complete one, if you get my drift––and then, you get to wear an elegant orange outfit , a little less tits and ass showing that your slutty leather thing, that's for sure." "And then" the other added: "a cell with assorted whores and junkies and crazies and big bull dykes; no special favors for Wonder Woman, or Jenny Jugster, like the DA said," and then: Pleasant dreams!" The other cop sniggered, changed her painful grip on Jenny's arm and fondled her ass under the brief leather skirt. The Vicodin and the cocaine were wearing off. All posturing as the gallant doomed French queen had vanished. Jenny was on her own, scared; too late to blame Manny, she was in deep shit. Poor Jenny! But what of our blundering heroine, Wonder Woman? It's mainly up to Josh, but it looks as though she's going to have to endure the whole season of the loathesome tits and ass parody, skimpy costume, bondage and near rape plot lines, every soft core indignity that Grossman can devise, the very program that sent her storming into this disastrous episode in the first place. She was glum, almot tearful as Josh descried her next odious assignment. He put one hand on her bare shoulder: Chin up, Wonder! For the good of your country! Atta girl!" THE END copyright c/o Paul Vietzke 2007