WONDER WOMAN’S RAPE PATROL by jiwjiw11

WONDER WOMAN’S RAPE PATROL by jiwjiw11 ,

Wonder Woman encounters extreme difficulty and pays a heavy price when she unsuccessfully attempts to arrest a gang of 9 vicious, depraved, very young teenage rapist on the bad side of town.

WONDER WOMAN’S RAPE PATROL

Washington, D.C. was in the throes of a rape epidemic. Perhaps 50 women had been kidnapped and mercilessly raped by a gang of ruthless hoodlums.

From the post-rape interviews of the victims, the police had been able to establish that the rapists were a pack of young boys, who were apparently in their mid-teens.

There was a large, but undetermined number of them, and it wasn’t known whether they were school boys or degenerate juvenile delinquent drop outs.

Like their many rape victims, the boys were reported to be of various nationalities.

What had been clearly established by the investigations was that the young punks were particularly dangerous and vicious and had absolutely no regard for women’s rights.

The problem had gotten so bad that the D.C. Police Commissioner had contacted the head of the CIA and requested that Wonder Woman be assigned to lend her assistance to a special task force that had been set up to help the D.C. police department find and arrest the nasty, depraved gang of lowlife teen thugs.

For the last couple of years, in order to keep Wonder Woman’s identity a secret, her civilian persona, Diane Prince, had been working in a special CIA research unit in the D.C. area, where she performed a mundane government job.

The CIA Chief contacted her immediate supervisor, Bret Hart, and advised him that Diana was being temporarily reassigned, for a few days. When Hart had hung up from the call he buzzed her extension and asked her to come to his office.

She strolled in, dressed in a form fitting, and somewhat tight red dress that showed off her wonderfully statuesque curves to perfection. The garment’s stretch material molded itself to her magnificently curved body, especially tightly encasing her fantastically rounded ass cheeks.

Having a hard time controlling his wandering eyes, Bret advised her of the temporary assignment, then watched her undulate out of the room, ass cheeks swinging, the gritting of his teeth causing him to bite off the end of his cigar.

Diana immediately went to the D.C. Police Commissioner’s office and was fully briefed about the lurid details of the problem by the Police Commissioner himself.

He told her that all of the rapes had taken place in the lower class east side of the city, so that was the area where she, as Wonder Woman, was being assigned to patrol tonight.

He advised her that, along with her regular super heroine costume, she would be equipped with a special silent alarm that attached to her golden power belt.

Whenever she came upon the gang of rapists in action, she was to immediately set off the alarm, and the police cruisers that patrolled the east side, would respond immediately, and rush to her assistance and help her apprehend these demented, despicable outcasts from society.

Everything having been readied for a successful police action, Diana Prince left the commissioner’s office and went to her apartment. Because most of the rapes had occurred after midnight, she would not be leaving her apartment until 11:00 P.M.

She had something to eat then watched TV until it was time to leave. Precisely at 11:00 she spun herself into Wonder Woman, and then paused in front of her full length mirror to make a few last minute adjustments to her hair and make-up.

Her natural woman’s vanity required that she look perfect for all of her super heroine outings so, after her final primping, she looked herself over, from all angles, then smiled into the mirror, completely satisfied that her marvelously sculptured form, curve hugging tiny outfit, and the halo of long, thick, luxurious black hair, that surrounded her movie star face, looked absolutely perfect.

She ran a hand over the crotch of her uniform, smoothing out the snug fitting material, one last time, visually noting that the last few opponents who had defeated her, and then had callously gangbanged her, had caused her crotch to develop a distinctly visible camel’s toe.

It was obvious to her that, after this assignment was completed, she was going to have to make a call to her mother, the Queen, and have her see that her staff put heavier material in the crotch of her star spangled, blue tights, in order to better hide the embarrassingly protruding, puffy lips of her labium, and her large, extremely sensitive clit.

Taking one last look at herself and giving her crotch one more smoothing press, she sighed and said to herself, “Well there was nothing to be done about it tonight.”

Besides, from experience, she knew that the pronounced camel toe had proven to be a helpful distraction to several of her recent antagonists, their pausing to stare at the fleshy folds having given her a welcome momentary advantage, in some very tough situations.

She left her apartment and went to the city’s dingy, dilapidated, filthy, virtually abandoned warehouse district, where she began walking the area in the shadows cast by the buildings.

After an hour had gone by her superior Amazon hearing detected a woman’s scream from a few blocks away.

She quickly ran towards the source of the scream noting, as she neared her destination, that the area was apparently so un-safe that there was not a single soul to be seen on the streets.

Getting close to the sounds of the woman in trouble, she slowed and turned into a trash and debris strewn alley.

She strode down the shadowy passageway towards the source of the plaintive female wail, and then saw a large group of young boys standing around watching other young men who were in the process of stripping and slapping around a woman who was on her knees, moaning in terror and begging for them to stop.

Wonder Woman paused about 30 feet from the circle of boys and said in a strong, authoritative voice, “Please unhand that girl, right this minute, and let her go.”

The boys who weren’t currently involved in molesting the victim, casually turned around to see who was talking.

“You heard me, let the girl go, immediately,” Wonder Woman said firmly, in an even louder voice.

One of the insolent boys who were looking at her said “Hey guys, turn that little tramp loose; we’ve got a fantastic looking piece of ass standing here who sounds like she wants to take the bitches place.”

Even though it was a gross comment from an even grosser little punk, Wonder Woman’s vanity appreciated the compliment on how shapely her assets looked.

As all of the boy rapists turned to take a look at her, she scolded them, “You boys should be ashamed of yourselves. Just because you are too repulsive looking to get dates on your own, you shouldn’t be forcing yourselves on others.”

The three boys clutching the victim, released her and joined their buddies in brazenly looking Wonder Woman over, practically drooling at the sight of her full, ripe, superbly curved body, clothed in the small, tantalizingly sexy costume.

They quickly began whistling and hooting in appreciation of the spectacular display of feminine pulchritude standing before them, as their victim got to her feet, grabbed her clothing and ran away.

Wonder Woman now found herself staring at eight juvenile delinquents who were now arrayed in a semi-circle in front of her.

They were a particularly nasty looking group of young punks; ugly, un-bathed, dressed in dirty street gang clothes. All in all, a very unsavory group of vile miscreants

As she stood there confronting them, she could see that they were the absolute dregs of society, very young boys too dumb, depraved and dysfunctional to compete fairly with other members of civilized society.

Except for one tall boy, all the rest of them appeared to each be shorter and weigh less than she did. She didn’t think that any of the boys could be more than sixteen years of age and most of them appeared to be even younger.

There was absolutely no question in her mind that this group of boys was the gang of rapists she was out to apprehend.

Even though there were eight of them, she was sure, from the looks of the skinny, sorry looking group of losers, that she could handle them until the police backup arrived.

Doing as she had been instructed by the head of the rape task force, she pressed the emergency button on her power belt and set off the special alarm in each of the three patrol cars that were on duty tonight.

Forthrightly, the spectacularly built super heroine said, “Alright boys, you are under arrest.”

The tall one, who was apparently the leader of this raunchy group of losers, asked “For what, bitch?”

She responded, “For attempted rape.”

The leader of this filthy band of animals laughed, disparagingly, saying, “And just who the fuck is going to arrest us, bitch?”

Putting her hands on her fully formed woman’s hips, and spreading her feet, in her most defiant Amazon pose, the mighty maiden announced, “I am.”

“And just who the fuck are you, Big Tits,” the leader asked in distain?

With forcefulness, the magnificently proportioned heroine said, “I am Wonder Woman, and I have been specially deputized by the police department to arrest you rotten little brats.”

The leader looked over their confronter’s incredible body, and said “So you must be that super heroine we’ve been reading about in the newspapers, who’s been especially recruited to put us in jail.”

“Yes I am” Wonder Woman responded aggressively, “but I’m surprised kids as dumb as you can even read.”

The leader said, “You better watch your sassy mouth, hot stuff. If you don’t, you are going to have to pay, big time, for making insults like that.”

Wonder Woman replied, confidently, “The only ones who are going to have to pay are you and your vile gang of boy punks.”

“You are going to be put away a long time for the acts of atrocity you have been committing on the women of this city.”

The tall, skinny head boy retorted, “You are scaring the hell out of us, you fuckin’ slut. You are the one who’s going to be paying, you stupid bimbo, and when you do pay, you are going to find out that we are a lot more than boys.”