Wonder Woman gets knocked out by a training bot

"How about we go and do some fight training?" Power Girl suggested. “You know, the one against the Watchtower's training drones?" the spunky young Justice Leaguer’s face, tone and body were still glowing from her recent ‘victory’ over Diana.

"I know the one." Wonder Woman said dismissively, waving her hand. "Fine. We'll train for a bit and then get back to monitor duty."

The two lady powerhouses strut through the Watchtower’s hallways, Wonder Woman irritated and walking at a quicker pace. Power Girl watched the League veteran’s swaying star-spangled behind with a leering smile, the heels of their boots clicking as they walked. Excited and high off of adrenaline, the Kryptonian beauty couldn’t help but rub her smooth, mostly-exposed thighs together with each step.

The combat simulation rooms were shared, and so not aboard that uppermost level of the satellite that only Wonder Woman and Power Girl had access to until the rest of the league returned. The ladies passed a handful of other lower-rank leaguers on their walk, both ignoring the usual ogling their magnificent bodies received.

"Welcome, Diana Prince. Record: 104 wins, 0 losses. Ranking: 2nd place." a robotic voice chimed as Wonder Woman entered the training room she’d become so accustomed to. "Welcome, Karen Starr. Record: 84 wins, 0 losses. Ranking: 5th place."

Wonder Woman shot Power Girl a smug look. "Don't worry, P.G., nobody checks the rankings anyway." she said in a confident tone. Wonder Woman cracked her knuckles, and the enemy drones whirred to life as the battle simulation started with the press of a button.

For the first and second strongest ladies on the planet, the drones provided little challenge, even at this highest difficulty setting. The only challenge was in how fast they would be able to work together to defeat the largest of the bots - a ginormous punchy robot, build to withstand a lot of punishment.

In short time, that robot was the only one left to face. Power Girl was quite annoyed by how cocky Wonder Woman was being, and how hard she had been trying to reneg on their bet - and Power Girl barely got a chance to destroy any boys without Wonder Woman swooping in and stealing her victory. And it was at that point that Power Girl got a mischievous idea.

“Let me show you how it’s done, P.G.” Wonder Woman said from her fighting stance with a warrior’s grin. She may have had an extremely humiliating experience earlier, but now, she was fully feeling her mojo again.

Before she could charge in to hammer strikes upon the punchy bot, she was suddenly stopped by the arms of Power Girl - she’d snuck up behind Wonder Woman mid fight, grabbed her arms, and was now holding them in place behind her back with a cocky smirk across her face.

"What are you doing!" Wonder Woman asked, as Power Girl started to lean her bosom against the trapped Amazon’s back.

Wonder Woman struggled and tried to get out of the hold, but she couldn’t. Power Girl was too strong, and had taken Diana completely by surprise. She was trapped. All the while, the training bot was walking closer towards her, and now that it was in range, it pulled back a metallic arm.

"No! No, I- UGH!" Wonder Woman’s objection was cut off as she was hit across the face.

"P-Power Girl, let- OOUGH!" and again. Power Girl leaned her breasts harder into Diana’s back, face a mask of pure satisfaction as the older Amazon Queen got pounded.

“I-I’m… No! NGAK!” again.

“Power Girl, you have to- OHH!” again.

"P-power... nnf!" again. Wonder Woman’s legs were getting unsteady, and barely supporting her. Her voice was starting to waver, and sound more like pathetic pleading than stern demands.

"please, p-p-power g..."

CRACK

A final, heavy blow knocked Wonder Woman’s head to the side, sending her hair flapping beautifully. Her legs gave way and she slumped in Power Girl’s powerful arms, the only things holding her up after her legs buckled beneath her. It was a beautiful sight, from the strike itself to the way her whole body jolted from it, to the way everything she had just gave out beneath her immediately afterwards, as if the training bot had removed her very soul from her body - all much more delicious for the cheeky young Justice Leaguer who made sure to appreciate every detail in slow-motion thanks to her super speed.

Wonder Woman dangled **** in Power Girl’s arms, hunched forward. A red light flashed in the room, and a voice picked up over the speakers:

"Knockout detected. Hero defeated. Time: 2 minutes 17 seconds. Simulation ending."

The punchy bot shut down. A nearby wall-mounted screen blinked to life:

Wonder Woman
Status: FAIL

"Updating record - Diana Prince. New record: 104 wins, 1 loss (K.O.). Updating rankings. New ranking: 23rd place."

"Ha!" Power Girl grinned as the robotic voice played out the new rider of things, still holding the slumbering amazon up. She let go of the arms, and Wonder Woman dropped to the floor in a motionless heap.

Before the automatic medbots could flood the training room, Power Girl hit the “begin training” button again, locking the room down. Once again, the punchy bot turned on, and it immediately walked towards Wonder Woman’s sleeping heap - then, with cold, robotic, merciless efficiency - it smashed down onto it.

The red light flashed again.

"Knockout detected. Hero defeated flawlessly. Time: 0 minutes 4 seconds. Simulation ending. Updating record - Diana Prin-"

Power Girl hit the button again, cutting off the robotic voice and turning the punchy bot on again - poor little dreaming Diana’s new nemesis began to step towards her again, and Power Girl cracked a wicked grin as she watched the whole thing in slow-motion - including using her super hearing to listen to the soft, weak, submissive moan that the power punch drew from the match’s knockout loser. This wasn't going to get old anytime soon...

"... New record: 104 wins, 1 loss (K.O.), 27 major losses (27 K.O.). Updating rankings. New ranking: 114th place."

Power Girl tutted, in a teasing rendition of a disappointed school teacher.

"Ooh, quite the run of bad luck there Wondie.” she said with a smirk, leaning on her hand by the button. “That was a pretty poor showing. It's a good thing that nobody checks the rankings."

Wonder Woman was just lying there on the ground she’d been pounded into, breathing deep and steady with her eyes closed. Her pretty face was so peaceful, **** in her little crater…

At last medbots flooded the chamber, picking Wonder Woman up off the floor as their automated dialogue rang out.

"Unforunate loss, DIANA PRINCE. Do not fret. You'll get it next time!" the medbots encouraged her, ignoring the fact that she was completely lost to the world and oblivious at the moment. They began placing her onto a stretcher.

"You may have gotten knocked out, DIANA PRINCE, but it's better to totally lose here than to a villain. So don't worry about it, sleepyhead! You'll be fresh as a daisy soon enough. This is your: FIRST time getting knocked out. Be more careful- This is your: TWENTY EIGHTH time getting knocked out. Be more careful! Unfortunate loss, DIANA PRINCE. Do not fret. You'll get it next time! You may have gotten knocked out, DIANA PRINCE, but..."

It continued running through its lines as it carried her off, its programmed dialogue glitching a bit from the unusual circumstances. Not that anybody but Power Girl noticed - old Wondie was totally lost at that moment, and her sore sorry head wouldn’t awaken from that deep rest for a long, long time yet.

The medbots reached the hallway, and began moving her down towards the medbay. Wonder Woman’s arm had shifted, and was now dangling off the side of the stretcher, swaying gently.

"Make way! All Justice Leaguers, make way!” it announced as it slowly hovered down the hall. “WONDER WOMAN has been knocked out- *twenty eight timesssszzz*- has been knocked out twentyeightfuckingtimes in training and requires immediate attention. Make way! All Justice Leaguers, make way!"

The lower-level leaguers gawked and stared as the stretcher and its pathetic payload slowly drifted past them. Her impressive bust shifted with steady, sleeping breaths, and hushed whispers reverberated from the small time heroes as they all stared at her battered body, and most of all, her stupid fucking K.O.’d expression. Her dim eyes, one only half-open and both partway rolled up in her head - her open lips, her limp tongue. Even her dangling arm was a perfect symbol of how fucking crushed one of the mightiest Justice Leaguers had apparently just gotten in the goddamn training room of all places. Knocked out by a robot? THIS hard? What a loser…

Wonder Woman, of course, was still totally out cold and unaware. In fact, it would be HOURS before she lifted her groggy head again.

Power Girl was smirking, following behind the hovering stretcher and recording the whole scene on her phone. Her legs were on display and her cape swooshed behind her as she strutted in her heeled blue thigh-high boots as she clicked through the hallway.

"Oh, this is just too good..." she whispered to herself, absolutely fucking LOVING the scene in front of her - a demolished Wonder Woman, carted out and displayed to the newbie heroes - many of whom had probably been waiting weeks to finally meet the noble and regal Queen of the Amazons, only to first see her like THIS. Each of the novice heroes had one of the same sets of thoughts on their minds as the stretcher slowly pulled the defeated sorry sight across their eyelines. Dragged in a sleepy heap…

W-Wonder Woman?!

Holy shit, she’s so fucked…

Damn, from one of those bots? I bet I could take her. And then I’d give her a REAL pounding, too!

I thought she was supposed to be tough. Was she just a poster girl after all? Something to inspire little girls to be heroes, and behind closed doors she’s so washed up that a goddamn ROBOT can make her make a face like THIS?

Woah… what a disappointment… never meet your heroes…

I thought she was supposed to be the Queen of her people, right? Well, ‘represent’ I guess.

Damn, you can be as weak as you want girl, those juicy TITS…

Oh no! Rest up and regain your strength, please! You’re so beat up!

I’m sorry, I really look up to you Wonder Woman, but… I’ve NEVER seen somebody knocked out so hard. You’re just… so, totally, OUT right now. Ohmigod…

Wait, no way…

I wonder if Power Girl’s really this sad too. I wouldn’t mind taking her on.

If this is the best she can do, does she really deserve top access, just for being around while the real heroes formed the team?

I can’t look!

So, I finally meet the famous Wonder Woman.

Jesus, fucking Queen Bimbo over here. What the fuck are you Amazons made of to go down like this?

Oh, now this is just sad.

Your, uh- reputation was a bit exaggerated, no?

At last, it was Booster Gold who said the first out-loud sentence among the awestruck and shocked heroes:

“I told you guys those bots were hard!”