End: Wonder Woman

Lois Lane, battered and bruised, stared up at dark hair helf back from her high brow by a golden tiara, skin the pale olive that came and a warm smile. As a reporter, Lois Lane had come face-to-face with supermodels, porn stars, presidents and CEOs, superheroes and villains...and yet none of them made her shiver as did the Amazon princess as she dipped the sea sponge into the steaming bath.

"Wonder Woman." she whispered.

"Call me Diana," the woman said.

The reporter's heart skipped a beat.

"You must have fought so hard," her voice had that slight Grecian accent, soft now but with the promise of steel. She ran the sponge over the reporter's shoulder, scrubbing gently at a scratch Lois hadn't even registered that she had.

Soaking in the hot tub, Lois felt more awake now than she had a moment ago. Questions ran through her mind—how had Wonder Woman known she was there? How did she know where Lois lived?—but they were drowned out as the Amazon bent forward over the water, intent on her task.

With care born of long practice, she ran the sponge up and down the reporter's body, the left hand always supporting Lois' neck, the other intent on a gentle but thorough scrubbing. Down the outside and inside of both arms...across her collarbone and neck...then over the breasts, Lois gasping in sudden pain as she became aware of how sore her nipples were. She stared down to see the pale red marks where teeth had left their imprint, hickies from sucking lips, and less identifiable bruises.

Lois wondered if it was only her imagination that Diana slowed down while wiping her tits, but then the sponge moved lower, over the reporter's belly, over her hips. The Amazon's arm was half-submerged in the tub now, one of her bracelets hidden by the water as she moved the sponge over the outside of the bathing woman's legs, her feet...then up the inside of the calves, the thighs.

She wanted to scream when the bristly sponge plunged between her legs. Even as gentle as Diana might be, Lois could tell that her ass and cunt had been fucked raw, the flesh sensitive and aching. Then the reporter was leaning forward, knees drawn up so the Amazon could wash her back, feeling more unaccustomed stings...

How much did I drown out? Lois wondered, thinking of the grasping hands, fingernails raking her skin. How much did I just block as I let them use me?

Stupid tears, long past the time when they should have come, welled in her eyes.

"Amazons have always faced this," Diana said as she turned the reporter onto her side, the sponge wiping gently over her ass. "It is the price we pay to be warriors. Knowing what will happen to us if we are caught. Deep breath now."

Lois gulped, closed her eyes. The Amazon ducked her under the water, very briefly, fingers running through the reporter's dark hair. And then Lois was back in the air again, shivering gently as Wonder Woman lifted her naked out of the tub with both hands. The water was a light shade of pink as it swirled down the drain.

Strong hands beneath the fluffy towel that patted Lois down, and this time she did not imagine the lingering touch on her breasts, lifting and squeezing gently, or around her ass, or running gently between her legs.

In the end, Lois sat on the toilet, weak and somewhere in that space beyond tiredness, where the body demands sleep but the mind refuses. Wonder Woman had raided her bathroom for bandaids and ointments. Knowing fingers poked and prodded, asking if this or that hurt. A long slow nursing as every scrape and scratch was dabbed with antiseptic and bandage, every bone prodded.

"Nothing broken, I think," Diana said, standing up and stretching herself. "Let's get you to bed."

Lois nodded, dimly. Then she heard the clink of the Amazon's tiara being set on the sink. The soft metallic sounds as she undid the armored pectoral that served the princess of Themyscria as a bodice. The reporter stared with dim awareness at the hanging breasts as Wonder Woman removed her boots, and then her skirt. The Amazon's only underwear was a kind of cotton loincloth, hugging her pussy titly, running up the crack of her ass like a thong. Minimal, but serviceable.

Now almost naked, Wonder Woman lifted the reporter and carried them both to bed. Lois curled onto her side as the Amazon brought up the covers, the warm perfect breasts pressed into her back.

"Why?" Lois asked, lips feeling cracked and bruised. "How?"

"I had heard of the place from a women's shelter. At first I thought it was a place of prostitution, but then I found out it was...well, everyone was there of their own will. Except you. The demon who runs it, she couldn't help herself when you arrived. Ecstatic. Overreached herself." A warm arm drew Lois close to her. "If I meet her again, I will destroy her for what she did to you."

"I don't know how to thank you," Lois whispered.

"You will," a brief press of lips behind the reporter's left ear. "When you are healed."

Sleep came then, in the arms of a demigoddess. What dreams Lois Lane had were like none that she had known before. Old fantasies recycled, white wedding dresses and bridal beds, but now without any groom to be seen; and dark nightmares as the events of the night replayed themselves in endless variations. Yet when she whimpered and suffered most, that strong arm was there to hold her. And while the long night out was finally ending, Lois Lane knew she would smile to see the dawn of a new day.