The Wonder Genie, part 1

There were many things that Diana could not accept.

As a firm defender of justice, liberties and truth, there were many crimes she felt had to be punished and halted. As both an Amazon, a woman and a member of the Justice League, she felt she had the obligation to stop many forms of evil, no matter the shape it took.

Thus why she was, right now, rather angry at the very fact that something from ancient time was still some kind of norm in some areas: slavery. The very idea that someone could be the subject of another's will without having any say whatsoever in his fate was utterly disgusting to her.

Being right in front of a place that someone informed her was the headquarter of some very preeminent slavers, Diana held her lasso of truth tightly in her hand. She had asked for a few favours all around, between the times when she wasn't occupied with the league. She wanted to eradicate that problem as soon as possible.

However, one of the person who had been a great help to her in this personal mission had been lost for quite some time. It was Steve Trevor, the man who had helped her get informed about the world outside of Themyscira. Respecting the man greatly, she was afraid for his safety, imagining him in the hands of slavers who would love nothing more than debase him and make him do acts against his will.

His absence boosting her motivation greatly, she had finally gotten the information she had wanted when visiting a place in Riyadh, the capital of Saudi Arabia. Supposedly, there were people in a cave far away in dry lands, numerous people with some holding guns from what an adventurous children was saying. Deciding to take a shot at this information, it had proven to be true, as Diana was now facing a rather large entrance near a high and rocky cliff.

There were two guards near the entrance, each of them equipped with rifles. If she wanted to do this the right way, she'd need to be stealthy, or else she may endanger the life of the potential slaves inside the place. Hidden behind a large rock, she picked her trusty lasso as she prepared to launch it.

Getting out of her hiding place, she held her weapon high, spinning it around really fast before launching it at them. The two guards, each covered in clothes to conceal their skin from the sun, never anticipated the arrival of a brightly-colored woman as the lasso soon got around both, latching onto them.

Pulling the rope tightly in a quick movement, this caused both guards to collide with each other violently. Knocking them unconscious due to her quick moves and her great strength, Diana felt confident enough that they were out of the game for a long period of time.

Entering the facility, she kept her guard up, ready to quickly dispose of anyone that would get in her way. She wasn't used to stealth in her usual approach, yet this was important. Perhaps, after this particular task, she could seek out the help of some of the people she knew, like Black Canary and Batman, about how best to proceed in such situations.

However, she knew the very basics: don't get seen, don't be heard and observe your surroundings at all time. Going around for a certain period of time, she saw all the evidence she needed. Cages, cells, chains and a great many number of people simply broken.

Some however, seemed simply blank, as if something had been completely drained from them. Looking in empty space, their face never showed any emotion whatsoever. Disconnected from their situation, there simply was something that made it impossible for them to connect to what was happening from what Diana was observing.

Worse, however, were some other slaves who weren't even being watched and that had bright red pupils. Those were the smiling ones, those that enjoyed their position, obeying dutifully and perhaps with a bit too much enjoyment. Theorizing some form of mind control, it seemed apt to think so considering that the guards around them were their ''undisputed masters'' and that they ''weren't worthy to be in the same room as them''.

Trying to keep her anger in check, so far the super heroine had not been spotted. Sneaking from behind some people and knocking them unconscious, she did so with an expertise that Bruce would have approved of. While she wasn't happy using those methods, she understood the necessity behind them in this situation.

Getting deeper, she needed to make sure everyone that could be a potential threat would be neutralized. Even if she did save a few of them, there would still be some left that could be taken as hostage and that was something she could not accept. There would be no compromise with those slavers.

Arriving in what she assumed was the largest area in this lair of vile criminals, she saw quite a lot of slaves chained to a wall, forced to look at those who were happily doing as they were told. The contrast being rather striking, Wonder Woman had to resist her urge to strike down their chain right now and then. There were many men with guns and she would not endanger willingly the lives of those she had come to save in the first place.

The rocky appearance and the high number of boulders in the area serving as the perfect cover, she moved from one guard to the other, silencing them and rendering them helpless without harming them in any permanent or agonizing manner. A punch behind the head, dragging them in her hiding spot while cutting off their air, trapping them in her lasso, everything was good.  She wanted those people to see their trial, no matter how much she hated their very principles of life.

Finally arriving near the end of the place, she could see someone highly peculiar sitting on a luxurious chair that was clashing highly with the cavern she was in. It was a woman, dressed in garbs that could only be described in a particularly erotic vision of what Arabian culture and mythology was like, much like a westernization of the Arabian Nights.

It was a woman, with long red hair in a ponytail, held by a red and yellow band, dressed with a vest, some puffy pants, slippers and a top that bared her midriff. Her clothes varying in tones of warmth in terms of colorization, red, orange and yellow mixed in as to differentiate highly the Caucasian tone of her skin. Clashing highly in many ways with those that she had silently taken out before arriving near her.

However, what was most striking about her was the fact that she held a particular slave with a chain, personally. The slave, having red eyes like others, smiled as if his position was simply divine, being near who he would probably call his mistress. What was much more apparent, however, was who it was: Steve Trevor.

Connecting the dots together, Wonder Woman assumed that this woman was indeed the mastermind behind all of this. She was, most probably, some kind of magic user that had ensnared all those people in her spells, including Steve.

Confident in her ability to deal with her, Diana knew that she would receive close to no support if she did things quickly. Rising from her position, she stood tall and walked toward the woman in question, ready to bring the pain to her.

''Ah, there you are, Wonder Woman. I was beginning to think that you'd never actually show up,'' proclaimed the woman in question, as if she had been expecting Diana's arrival for a while now.

''Stop with your lies and your tricks. I have fought Circe, Ares and many forms of evils before you. You do not impress me,'' promptly said Diana, answering her vague attempt at boasting with a short reply.

''Come on now, surely you didn't think you actually succeeded in approaching here silently? You wear bright red and blue, you sneak around like an amateur and I anticipated you coming here for a bit of time,'' replied the woman, staying on her chair as she played a bit with the chain around Steve neck.

Seeing that Steve did not resist her in any way, what actually disgusted her the most was the fact that he seemed to enjoy it. Such a twisted manipulation and control of his mind could not go unpunished. Charging the woman, Diana tried to do so at her top speed, something that was always surprisingly fast from the perspective of those she faced. She was no Wally West, yet she was no slouch either.

What she was not expecting, however, was the fact that the woman in front of her had lightning fast reflexes much like hers, as she snapped her fingers. Letting go of Steve chains, the man in question launched himself at his would-be rescuer, trying to stop her in her tracks.

The effort was laughable, as he had not even a small degree of the great strength that Wonder Woman possessed, yet Diana dared not strike him. Catching him in his movements, she tossed him aside with enough force to just knock the air out of him on a nearby wall. Making sure he would be unharmed by her retaliation, she then continued her assault, only to see something rather surprising.

The woman in question now held an urn in her hand, one made of clay, with many strange markings beneath the tip and around the larger part of the object. Unsure about how this object appeared her in the span of mere seconds, Diana nonetheless tried to charge before anything could be done with the potentially dangerous urn.

It was too late. The woman, mumbling a little and moving her fingers, then used her hand to rub the urn a little bit. This resulted in something that shook Diana to her very core, making the Amazonian stop her attack as something felt impossibly wrong.

Her mind was on fire, her soul was being stirred and her body simply did not want to move an inch. Each simple motion the woman was making with her fingers on that urn sent some kind of alien energy that made Diana helpless, unable to fight properly.

Clenching her teeth, Wonder Woman tried her hardest to put a single foot forward. With a colossal effort, she willed herself to move, despite the weird experience she felt at the moment. Doing the very same again, she angrily looked at the woman as she advanced very slowly toward her position.

''You see, Trevor opened himself to me. Under my spell, he was very eager to tell me everything I needed to know. You are named Diana, you are the princess of Themyscira, the Amazon island. You were made from clay by your mother and as such have a certain magical nature and a tiny affinity with the material in itself. This was quite enough information for me to dig up everything I need to do what I'm about to accomplish,'' taunted the woman, looking at Diana with a triumphant smile, as if she had already won. ''I just needed time to prepare and then plant a few key information to make sure you would come to me when I would be ready. Not a bad plan, eh?'' she added, adding insult to injury.

''I don't care about any of that. You'll pay and there's nothing you can do to stop me from making sure of that,'' replied Wonder Woman, adding to her own efforts by replying to this villainess.
''Well, I have to say I'm impressed by the fact that you can actually gather yourself together. Steve certainly did not have the same resistance when I tried one of the lesser spells and charms at my disposition. Like when I did this...'' the woman said, swaying her waists a bit as if she wanted to show off her body to Wonder Woman.

Confused as to why she was doing just that, something caught the eye of Diana, a particular thing that she had not noticed before from the woman dancing in front of her. She had a deep red belly gem in her belly button, one that seemed to sparkle with a radiance unheard of, one that caught the feeble amount of light to be found here.

The object catching her gaze, it held her for but a few seconds until Wonder Woman snapped out of it rather quickly. ''What, you think some kind of hypnotic trick, that dance of yours, will make me submit to the likes of you? It won't work,'' angrily said Diana, looking at the woman in her eyes.

The red-haired villainess, however, was smiling sweetly, as if she had accomplished just what she had wanted. ''Of course it will not work. However, it did distract you long enough for the urn to do its work,'' she boasted, pointing a bit lower while looking at Diana.

The super heroine, looking down, began to panic as she saw that her legs had turned to a mix between thick air and smoke. Now insubstantial, she did not understand how this had happened, presuming her legs had been changed in the few seconds during which she looked at the dancing belly of the slaver in front of her. Seeing the lack of legs connecting with the tip of the urn, she feared for the worst as she began to get sucked inside the object.

''Just who are you?'' asked the Amazon princess, trying to fight off whatever magic was at work by flailing around. Her physical efforts availing to naught, she could only see herself get closer to the woman who merely looked with a taunting smile of her face.

''My name doesn't matter, silly heroine. You'll soon call me mistress anyway, like dear old Steve here,'' she retorted, moving her fingers as if trying to speed up the process.

Her lower body now fully transformed to smoke, she was aghast at the sight of her own form being inserted in this unexplainable urn made of clay. Now very close to the woman, Diana tried to punch her. Her effort being fruitless, she missed as the one holding the urn merely dodged it with ease as she witnessed the act of Wonder Woman being completely sucked inside the urn.

The woman, sighing in relief, sat down on her chair once more. Holding the urn in her right hand, she looked at it, only to mutter to herself ''I only have to wait now...''