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You follow the nice crazy lady out into the lab, Goon #1 on your heels. She strides over to the lab techs and asks “How’s our girl doing?"

The first tech, a mousy young woman with light brown hair, responds “Perfectly within established parameters, ma’am. Her muscle strength and resistance are at the high end of normal for a human woman but that’s it.”

You look down at the captured heroine belted into the strange **** machine. They must be using the weights to test her strength, and from the expression on her face they’re doing it in the most painful way possible. A ball gag prevents her from speaking or crying out, but her eyes look up at you with rage and agony and something else, betrayal maybe?

Ms. Cale grabs Wonder Woman’s chin and turns it side to side, staring at her intently. “Not so high and mighty now, are we dear Diana? What do you think?” It takes a second to realize that last bit is directed at you. “Based on your history I would think this is right up your alley so to speak."

You stare at the beautiful Amazon. You can’t deny that seeing her bound like this isn’t a little arousing. But mostly it makes you…angry that someone else is tormenting your captive. No one should be tying her up but you!

But this is not the time or place to go there, so you put on your best wicked grin. “Yeah, I’d buy tickets to watch this show, and I wouldn’t worry about how much they cost.”

Ms. Cale is watching you closely. “It doesn’t upset you to see her like this? Then why did you come to her aid in the restaurant?”

You shrug, “I have a thing about other people touching my stuff. But now that I know the score I could be persuaded to share.”

Her mouth does that shark-smile thing again. “I was concerned that perhaps you’d caught feelings for her? She does tend to have that effect on people.”

“I’ll bet she does. But that’s not me. What did you do to make her so weak?”

Her smile turns more genuine at the chance to brag about her work. “A little something of my own invention, a cocktail of muscle relaxants, neural inhibitors, and a few other surprises. It not only cancels out her legendary strength but also amplifies her nerve endings so she can actually feel what pain is like for a normal person.”

“Slick. Aren’t you worried about the Justice League or someone coming for her? A bunch of people saw you capture her.”

“No they saw her get in a fight, a common occurrence in this town. Only a handful saw the outcome, or my involvement, and those few have been dealt with.” She sees your look, “Nothing so dramatic; they were paid off and persuaded to sign NDAs. The rest all saw Wonder Woman leave the restaurant a few minutes later of her own free will, wave to the crowd like the attention whore she is, before getting in a limo and departing.”

The second tech, a tall, buxom lady with short red hair, gives you a wide smile and a princess wave. You realize if you put a black wig on her she could be mistaken for Diana from a distance. You wonder if she was hired for that, or if they gave her cosmetic surgery afterwards.

The blond barracuda continues, “And even if someone were to go looking for her, this is a black site totally unconnected to Cale Industries, lead lined and sealed against electronic communications, and the only people who know we’re here are the seven of us.” You do a quick headcount and realize one of the other goons must be around somewhere.

You do your best to nod appreciatively, “It’s almost like you’ve been planning this for awhile.”

“I believe in planning for multiple contingencies so that when a situation presents itself we’re able to quickly take advantage of the opportunity.”

“Groovy. And you’re using this unique opportunity to…embarrass her?”

“To humiliate her,” Cale corrects you, eyes flashing with anger. “To destroy her reputation and show everyone that she does not deserve their adoration!”

Wow, and people think you have issues! Inwardly you’re **** to put this bitch in her place, but your outside voice says, “OK that I can get behind. What do you need me for?”

“To be her partner on the sex tape,” she says as if that’s the most obvious thing in the world and she’s having to explain it to a child. “It can’t be anyone remotely connected with me or the company, and you’ve already been seen in public with her so it’ll make it more believable.”

“And you’ll use her lasso to make her participate?” Maybe she doesn’t know the lasso doesn’t work like that.

Cale tosses her head in dismissal and glances towards a work station where the golden rope is laying, “I don’t trust magic, and I don’t trust things that I don’t understand how they work, and her lasso is both. I’m a scientist. I have another little cocktail that when combined with the feebleness compound will make her highly susceptible to suggestions. And as an added bonus, it’ll make her horny as a bitch in heat.”

Sounds like she's definitely thought this through. What do you think?