Split Second

The man looked out from behind the one-way mirror serving as a window in the doorway and surveyed the long hallway serving the sky station’s main deck.  In his hand he gripped a very special timepiece, a device which, when activated, phased all other living organisms within a 500-foot radius into another time-stream in which time passed at a comparatively slower pace.  While time proceeded normally for the affected organisms in their temporary reality; in this, his own, and their, normal timestream, the passage of time almost ceased, only resuming when he deactivated the time-phasing device.  The result was that people, animals, and plants moved so imperceptibly in the normal timestream they were little more than statues.  Just a petty criminal when he had first illicitly come into possession of the mechanism, he had used its capabilities to enrich himself beyond his wildest dreams.  However, his dreams had only grown wilder and to fulfill his more grandiose desires he had sold his services under the criminal alias, “Stopwatch!”

There were drawbacks and limitations to the instrument, of course.  When activated, the phased timestream would remain in effect for only one minute before it began to speed back up to come into equilibrium with the dominant timestream surrounding it.  This meant that he had to take advantage of his opportunities quickly.  The device also did not impact non-living organisms, a point driven home when he unsuccessfully tried to steal a formula from LexCorp that he planned to ransom back to the company.  Robotic and electronic security measures locked down and, it was only his evident usefulness as an acquisition contractor that spared him.  There were more things to be kept in mind, such as the potential harm to the time-phased organisms from being touched at comparatively superspeed, but, ultimately, the benefits provided by the timepiece far outweighed the limitations.

He went over the plan again in his head.  His target would be here at any moment as he had heard the computer-generated announcement of an arrival to the landing bay.  The sky station was a developmental model which was intended to mimic low-earth orbit space stations in the upper atmosphere of Earth.  Accessible for docking by plane, it was being developed by Stagg Enterprises and a consortium of other corporations.  Not yet operational, this prototype city in the sky had captured the imagination of the populace and there was a waiting list of people willing to pay to be shuttled up to its shops and condominiums.  The curiosity extended to the superheroes who championed and protected Earth and several had consulted in the planning phase or toured the project as it was being built.  However, access was limited prior to the grand opening and suitable inspection times were scarce, although cancellations did result in some last-minute inspection availability for those with the means to access the station on their own.

Stopwatch alerted as the doors at the end of the hallway slid open and he saw his target enter the main corridor.  The great Wonder Woman.  She was tall, and confident, and strode purposely forward.   Luring her up to the station had not been difficult.  Knowing that the sky station was unoccupied that evening, he had arranged for her to receive notice that she was free to visit that day after 6 pm.  His message was received by the superheroine shortly after she wrapped up an investigation involving a haunted amusement park and her presence striding toward him told him she had taken the bait.  He clicked the button activating his timepiece and manually slid open the metal doors.  Near the other end of the corridor, a motionless Wonder Woman stood frozen in stride.  He jogged the distance and unsnapped the lasso from her belt before quickly returning and closing the doors in less than 30 seconds.  Peering again through the two-way mirror, he clicked the button to deactivate the device and watched the superheroine complete her forward movement and take another step.  He then started the timepiece again.

Moving at a good pace, he nimbly unhooked the back of her belt and carefully removed it from around her waist.  It was his understanding that this belt, an ancient artifact of her gods, contributed to her strength.  If true, he had just rendered her significantly less dangerous.  Her expression remained that of resolute determination with no hint that she was yet aware that even her lasso had been taken.  As he returned to his hiding place and deactivated his stopwatch he was pleased to see a hint of suspicion in her eyes as she took another step forward and began to look around.  Picking her apart was going to be fun!  He activated the device again.

He approached the superheroine as quickly as he could.  Removing her bracelets would, perhaps, be the most time-consuming of his attacks.  He had to open the clasps wide enough that her skin was not damaged when the bracelets were removed and he had to do so without applying substantial force to her flesh which might cause injury.  By the time he had finished and returned behind the closed doors to turn off his stopwatch almost the full minute had elapsed.

The superheroine’s mind had finally registered the lack of weight at her hips and she looked down in alarm at her waist scanning for the missing belt as she took a half-step forward.  Grinning at the knowledge that she remained one-step behind, he clicked the button again and carefully removed the tiara from atop her surprised face.  When he was safely behind the doors, he watched in amusement when he released her from the slower timeline and her expression changed from surprise to anger in a half-step when the realization hit her that she was slowly being divested of gods-given gifts.  He could only surmise as he turned on the timepiece again that if she was mad now, her mood would not improve.

Moving quickly behind the statue-like superheroine, Stopwatch unhooked the back of her red bustier and pulled the sides apart before whipping it away from her body in a flourish.  It was a move he had practiced for weeks to make sure all force would be directed away from her body.  Her top in hand, he retreated as fast as possible to his hiding place and deactivated the time-piece with seconds to spare.  Wonder Woman took a half-step and stopped, her hands and eyes moving up toward her face as she realized her tiara was missing.  “You’re kind of slow on the uptake, Wonder Bitch,” he thought as he activated the timepiece and picked up a syringe placed nearby, “You should be worried about standing there topless!”

In seconds, he was carefully inserting the needle into the immobile superheroine’s right nipple.  This part was tricky.  He couldn’t inject her while she was in her frozen state as the force of the liquid entering her slowed timestream body would cause her serious injury.  So, the syringe had been designed with a spring-loaded mechanism that would depress the plunger 15 seconds after a pressure release valve was triggered.  Watching his timepiece, he applied a little force to the top of the plunger triggering the pressure release, and then scurried back to his hiding place where he deactivated the timepiece exactly 14 seconds later.  This time, upon returning to the normal timestream, Wonder Woman’s focus shifted quickly to her chest and upon seeing the appendage to her right breast and feeling the flow of chemicals into her body, she reacted with lightning speed.  Stopwatch quickly started his device again, with her hand milliseconds away from moving the offending syringe. He grabbed a second syringe from its place and darted toward her.

Repeating the earlier process, he pierced her left nipple and returned to watch from behind the door as he deactivated the timepiece one second before her second injection of the special designer sedative.  In that second, the Amazon completed her reaction in ripping the first syringe from her tit, but the drug’s effect was already being felt.  Stopwatch looked on as she stumbled backward awkwardly and her eyes were unable to focus on the hypodermic needle she grasped in her hand.  As she lost her balance and began to fall, some part of Wonder Woman’s brain realized that the second needle had been inserted into her, but Stopwatch wasn’t quite done relying on his device to assist in her downfall.

Approaching the superheroine suspended in mid-fall, he unzipped the boot from her left leg, which was aloft, and, making sure to direct the force away from her body, removed it and threw it back toward the now open door from which he had emerged.  He stood for a while admiring Wonder Woman’s buxom figure captured in snapshot like a falling oak and then deactivated his timepiece to allow her to crash to the floor.  As she fell to her knees and her rubbery legs bounced awkwardly from the impact, he started his timepiece for the last time so that he could remove her other boot.  When he again released her from the slower timestream, the doped superheroine finished her fall, her flesh slapping the floor as she bounced to a stop.

Stopwatch stood over the defeated superheroine as she groaned and struggled to rouse herself.  Picking her legs up at the knees and pulling her body toward his waist, he balanced her splayed limbs against his hips and reached forward to grab the top of her star-spangled shorts and her underwear, sliding both garments down her thighs.  The anesthetized woman seemed to sense what was happening and lifted her head to look back at him with her eyes askew.   “If you don’t like it, stop me,” Stopwatch told the stupefied heroine as he backed away from her leaving her legs dangling from the elastic of her clothing before tugging it past her feet to let her deadened legs thud to the floor.

Despite her stupor, Wonder Woman clearly understood the danger she was under and she made every effort to drag herself forward and get away.  Stopwatch eyed her clawing movements with amusement as her shapely ass and legs lifted into the air while her wondrous tits dragged the floor.  He licked his lips as her slithering efforts slowed.  The Amazon had dropped the first syringe from her limp grasp when she initially fell, now the second emptied cylinder dislodged from her left tit and was left behind on the floor.  Stopwatch lifted his left foot and placed it firmly between the superheroine’s legs, pushing her forward until her weight distribution left her chest planted firmly against the floor.  “She is one remarkably beautiful bitch,” he mused and he found her even more alluring for the undignified position he had put her in.  “Ass up, tits down,” he taunted the defeated superheroine as she spluttered incoherently.

The crude treatment seemed to reinvigorate Wonder Woman’s grasping efforts to escape and she awkwardly managed to raise herself up off the floor, but Stopwatch could tell she had lost the ability to fight off unconsciousness.  Leaning over her, he grabbed the crawling superheroine by her tits and yanked her upward onto her knees.  A gasp escaped her lips and she finally went limp.  Squeezing the meat of her breasts in his gloved hands, he lifted her upright and then off the floor, throwing her over his shoulders.  The naked superheroine dangled loosely, her massive breasts close enough to lick, as he carried her through a side doorway into the disposal room.  Hells Gate Disposal Services had won the contract for waste management at the Sky Station, and with technology developed in coordination with Advanced Research Labs had created a portal that would deliver the station’s waste to any of several disposal sites.  Stopwatch had been provided a code to a secret location served by the portal which he had previously entered into the system.  When he finished the code would revert to the last-used disposal site with no record of the off-grid use.
Spinning the sleeping superheroine from off his neck, he held her aloft underneath her shoulders and stepped up to the edge of the portal.  “I’m afraid I’m on a schedule here, Wonder Woman, and my employer will dock my pay if I don’t deliver you on time.  I wish I could have enjoyed you more fully, but, now that you’re owned, maybe I’ll be invited to spend some time getting to know you better.  Your new career awaits!  Don’t worry, I’ll let your friends know that you’re superheroing days are over.”  Releasing her body with a slight shove, Stopwatch looked on as she dropped out of sight.

Meanwhile, in a bunker far below the site of a LexOil refinery hundreds of miles away, the naked body of the raven-haired superheroine fell another seven feet to land wedged awkwardly at the bottom of a clear tube.  Her bald-headed captor smiled at the sight of her nude flesh pressed up against the glass.  The landing seemed to have shocked her out of her slumber and he watched her moan as her eyes began to flutter open.  Reacting quickly, he pressed the button releasing the trap door at the bottom of the tube and his prize tumbled down onto the floor.  Grabbing a specially designed gas mask which converted the outside oxygen to chloroform while filtering out exhaled carbon dioxide, he placed it over Wonder Woman’s head until she was again sleeping peacefully then he dragged her to an individual cell where she would wait until he was ready to use her.

Propped up against a wall, the unconscious heroine was blissfully ignorant of her fate.  Her captor had waited to proceed with the completion of the trap in which he could both humiliate her and enjoy her until her acquisition was accomplished.  When he returned to her cell after a few hours, all was ready.  Grabbing her by a leg, he dragged her out of the cell to a waiting golf cart which he used travel the great distances of his hidden bunker.  Lifting her into the seat, he wedged the superheroine into the cart and then held her lasciviously as he drove to her final destination.
After a few minutes, they arrived at the entrance to his Private Lounge and he carried her inside.  There, amidst comfortable seating, a stocked bar, several televisions, and a pool table, stood a simple arcade game.  However, on closer inspection, the game was like no other.  Special seals prevented the air inside from escaping, and it was designed so that the game buttons controlled the level of ether within the container and regulated the amount of oxygen with a filtration system purifying the exhaust.  Sliding panels on the side of the machine could be opened only when the interior ether level was at 0%.  It was into this game machine that Wonder Woman was loaded.

The superheroine’s ankles, wrist, and neck were held in place by shackles of titanium and once she was in place and sealed in, the game, named “Princess Diana’s Orgasm,” was plugged in.  A wheel of feathers between her legs was designed to rotate at the player’s control to stimulate the Amazon’s desire, and robotic grips could be manipulated take advantage of sensitized nipples.  Manipulation of the percentage of ether she breathed could be used to make her more or less lucid and aware of her surroundings, heightening or lessening the extent of her body’s response.  The object of the game was to try and elicit as many orgasms from the erstwhile superheroine as possible during play, with extra time added for successive orgasms in under a minute.  Sensors were attached to her in places out of sight of the players to record necessary information such as her heart rate, blood pressure, brainwaves, and, of course, all other information necessary to determine whether she had experienced an orgasm.  Extended play opportunities, which could involve manual manipulation through the special panels for no more than 30 seconds when the interior had been exhausted of all ether, provided an extra incentive to seek high scores.  In sum, Wonder Woman, champion and superheroine, had been reduced to a sex toy, trapped in oblivion.