Wunder Woman accepted an invitation from Dr Geppetto to be guest of honor at what he claimed was the unveiling of special crime-fighting robot he had built. The venue was his laboratory, and the audience was entirely made up of those who had invested in his project. Everything began innocently enough - with Geppetto giving a brief speech to the small crowd, then introducing Wunder Woman to them with a flattering big build-up. A big round of applause ensued. The Amazing Amazon looked suitably glamorous for the occasion. She wore a classy, star-spangled cape over her outfit, and exuded great grace and vivacity. Before she addressed the crowd, Geppetto withdrew the sheet that had been covering his creation - thereby revealing it to all who were present. Wunder Woman was among the most impressed onlookers. The robot was the spit of a strapping, handsome man. Indeed, even though it had a slightly metallic tint, the Amazing Amazon had trouble believing it was not really alive. Regarding its physical prowess, Geppetto informed her that, aside from having super strength, and the ability to give off electrical charges, it was also invulnerable to bullets. When she thought of what the robot could do in the fight against crime, Wunder Woman could barely contain her excitement. Turning her back upon it, she began to deliver an inspired speech to the crowd. However, her situation was not as she thought. While she was preoccupied, Dr Geppetto winked at his creation. In response, it slyly reached into its pocket and pulled out a syringe. Suddenly it stuck this into Wunder Woman's shoulder. Confused and alarmed, the Amazing Amazon demanded to know of Geppetto what was happening. Geppetto coolly told her that she had just been injected with nanobots. These tiny creatures would take over her body and mind in a matter of moments - rendering Wunder Woman little more than a puppet or a zombie. Hearing that, the Amazing Amazon tried to flee. Geppetto mocked her as she went. But, alas, she managed only a few steps before her limbs seized up and her mind went blank. Then she was as a human statue. The crowd themselves were of no help to her. Being Geppetto's investors, they had been in on his scheme from the beginning. Later, Wunder Woman was strapped to a wooden x-frame with her wrists cuffed to it above her head. She still wore her special lasso and belt, but they were of no significance since she no longer able to think of using them. While she remained motionless, staring vacantly into space, Dr Geppetto provided a commentary for his watching investors. As he duly revealed, the creation of a crime-fighting robot had merely been a ruse to lure Wunder Woman into his clutches. His and his investor's real interest was to test their nanobot formula on a rare being: in this instance, one of Amazonian strength and will. In addition, they wished to subject her to some grueling physical tests to measure her endurance. Once all was explained, Geppetto pressed a switch on his robot and prompted him to begin the experiment on the helpless Wunder Woman. First, it pulled down her corset to reveal her big breasts. Then it touched her nipples and sent a surge of electricity into them. Wunder Woman instinctively gasped and twitched. Her breathing became ragged as the robot repeated the act on other parts of her body. Such was Wunder Woman's enslaved state that Geppetto - now her effective master - was able to make her fall silent and become utterly still at the simple command of *Freeze*. Later, the Dr took Wunder Woman from the x-frame and tested her obedience by making her assume a number of poses. Often the robot assisted - working her stiff arms and legs into one position or another while she was kept in a frozen state. To Geppetto's delight, his subject did not move in the slightest. No matter how awkward the pose, she kept it perfectly. Further tests focused on Wunder Woman's response to being mastered. With the robot attaching a collar and chain about her neck, she obediently followed Geppetto's instructions to act like a dog. This involved her woofing, barking, yapping, kneeling and panting - then allowing herself to be led around on all fours. Later on, Wunder Woman was placed in a bed, and put in a frozen state again. At Geppettoâ€™s urging, the robot then placed a mask over her mouth. This fed her a special gas designed to excite her Amazonian blud - and thereby test the restraining power of the nanobots. From time to time, Wunder Woman showed some agitation. She moaned and writhed, but to no great extent. The nanobots prevailed, and she ended up as unresponsive and obedient as before. For Geppetto and the investors, there remained only one more test to carry out after that: Wunder Woman's reactions to being sexually humiliated. What followed was a long torrid session in which the Dr made the Amazing Amazon a de virtual pleasure-puppet for the robot. Many a time he would freeze her in the middle of an act so that he could closely examine her performance and measure how obediently kept to a certain position. To being with, she stroked the robot's big cock while it lay back on the bed where she had been. She then moved on to sucking it off. As she was not her usual self, she did the dirty deed with uncharacteristic readiness and sensuality. Deftly she licked all over the robot's shaft, then eased her lips back and forth along its length. Sometimes she almost took it down to the balls. Geppetto was very impressed. On freezing Wunder Woman while she had her mouth fully stuffed with cock, he debated whether to photograph the rare and stunning sight. Later, Geppetto commanded the Amazing Amazon to lie back in the bed and let the robot fuck her missionary style. She did as she was told, and got a tremendous pussy pounding for it. The well-constructed machine gave it to her long, hard and tirelessly - making her body shake and the bed squeak. When Wunder Woman was not throwing back her head and moaning with pleasure, she was completely still and quiet as a result of Geppetto ordering her to freeze. The tension between her inner excitement and her outward restraint was immense. Wunder Woman presently received a good deal more fucking from the robot in the doggy-position. Here, taking its cock deeper than ever, she enjoyed herself all the more. Again, however, Geppetto toyed with her - abruptly calling out *freeze* to halt her ecstatic physical expression at its height. After all that, he gave Wunder Woman one last test. Though it was small, it would ordinarily mean enormous humiliation and depravity to the Amazing Amazon. But now, she did it without hesitation. Into a cup, she gathered a large amount of the robot's synthetic cum and then drank it all down at Geppetto's command. Because it also contained extra nanobots, Wunder Woman was unwittingly strengthening her enslavement to the Doctor. From that moment on, she was certain to remain his mindless, sexual plaything forever. This was all too apparent later on, as Geppetto got her to march in her rigid, mechanical way to his secret vault. There, he froze her alongside the robot she had recently fucked. Then he draped covers over the pair of them. All of a sudden, they seemed nothing more than pieces of furniture. Wunder Womanâ€™s humanity was gone. Now she was a mere object - unaware of its own horrific fate.
Rachel was the sexy and powerful CEO of Steele Industries. Secretly she also served as an agent in a vast and mysterious criminal organization. One day she was at her office when the Organization's leader phoned her with an assignment. A costumed crusader called Batgir1 had been wreaking havoc on their various illegal sex-trade operations. To put an end to this as soon as possible, Rachel was to fake her own abduction and act as a distressed captive in need of Batgirl's rescue. This she duly did - with video-footage of the incident then being released to the media. It showed Rachel in a dungeon, seemingly strung-up by the wrists; a ball-gag filled her mouth, and she appeared to be wincing and weeping in torment while a masked man took liberties fondling her. A man's voice went with the footage. It was that of the Organization leader - daring Batgir1 to come to a certain location at a certain time if she wished to save Rachel. The leader added that any failure to turn up would result in the CEO being ravished, beaten and executed. Batgir1 got the message, and responded - superheroine-style. Approaching the exact location mentioned, she sneaked through a wooded area, and came out upon a fortified mansion. She knew she had found the right place. Standing at its entrance was a big, burly guard. Batgirl crept up from one side, and suddenly sprung upon him. A short, intense fight ensued, full of kicks, punches and wrestling moves. The sleek and nimble crime-fighter finally defeated her more cumbersome foe by kneeing him to the head. While he lay senseless on the ground, she hand-cuffed him for good measure. Batgir1then entered the mansion. Having passed unnaccosted through a series of rock-hewn tunnels, she eventually found Rachel in her dungeon. She was still strung up, and she looked weak and dazed. The dungeon itself was unguarded; the door unlocked. Hurriedly, Batgirl stepped inside. Speaking compassionately to Rachel, she helped her out of her bonds, and provided a steadying arm of support as she began leading her out of the mansion. However, while Batgir1 walked slightly ahead down a corridor, Rachel suddenly took a ch1oroform-soaked cloth from her pocket and clamped it over her mouth from behind. The superheroine tensed and yelped in surprise. But all too soon she was overcome by fumes. Following a feeble struggle, she went limp in Rachel's arms, and sunk unconscious to the floor. It was a long time until Batgirl came around. By then she was in a sumptuous bedroom - blindfolded, gagged, and strung up by the wrists - just as Rachel had been earlier. Rachel herself stood nearby, looking on with wicked amusement. She now wore fishnet stockings, and a PVC corset and elbow-length gloves. In its tightness and scantiness, the outfit showed off her shapely body to perfection. Trapping Batgir1 had been only half of her assignment. Now came the fun part of breaking her down and brainwashing her into becoming a loyal member of the Organization. Rachel's preferred method for achieving this was to subject Batgir1 to all manner of sexual humiliation. And she did not waste a moment going about it. To begin with she checked out the frightened and struggling superheroine's body - caressing her lycra-clad butt, and unzipping the front of her suit to expose her pert breasts and pantiless pussy. Rachel was very pleased with all that she saw and touched. Her captive was a fine, smooth-skinned, nubile hottie. Presently, she called in one of the Organization's best henchmen. Having invited the masked brute to paw and manhandle Batgir1, Rachel took her cape from her, and donned it mockingly. From there on in it was one constant, ever-worsening nightmare of degradation for Batgir1. First Rachel laughingly lashed her firm butt over and again with a whip, making the helpless crusader sob and writhe. Then the henchman sucked on her breasts and fingered her pussy at the same time. Later, the pair made her get down on her hands and knees with her butt raised high in the air. The henchman moved in behind and started fucking her hard and deep doggy style. Witnessing this, it occurred to Rachel that Batgir1 was actually a virgin. This made the CEO enjoy things all the more. While the young crusader moaned at each invading stroke of the henchman's big thick cock, Rachel stood nearby, taunting her mercilessly. She rubbed in the fact of Batgir1's chastity being ravished, and revealed that the Organization might eventually hire her out as a sex-slave to all-comers once she had been broken in by the henchman. That same henchman duly came - blowing a huge creamy load inside and outside her defenseless pussy. Batgir1's cries of horror were cut short, however, as Rachel suddenly produced a needle and injected her in the neck. Immediately sleep came to the young crusader. The next day, Batgir1 could be seen huddled in a tiny cage. Her lycra suit was gone; all she wore was her mask, gloves, boots and some skimpy panties. Around her neck was a decorative collar with a leash attached. Approaching with the henchman, Rachel took hold of the leash and teasingly referred to Batgir1 as her pet *kitten*. She then invited the henchman to have some fun with the captive - thereby giving her another dose of will-breaking humiliation. Batgirl had no wish to cooperate. She grudgingly stroked the henchmanâ€™s big cock a few a times, then lashed out at him. It did not do her any good. Rachel merely gave her another injection. This one was to make Batgir1 more obedient. Itâ€™s effectiveness was such that the feisty crusader soon had her lips wrapped around the henchmanâ€™s cock. She had sucked away on it for a long while in a dazed but contented manner until the henchman climaxed - filling her mouth to overflowing with his hot, milky cum. Still highly vulnerable to suggestion, Batgir1 followed Rachelâ€™s mischievous command to every last drop of it. She then drifted off to sleep. Here Rachel peaked under her mask and discovered that she was Barbara Horton - the police commissionerâ€™s daughter! The fun just kept on coming. A week later and Batgir1 was sat in Rachelâ€™s office, still wearing her collar and leash, and now weeping hard. She had just been forced to watch footage from one of the numerous depraved fuck-sessions she had suffered since her capture. When it was over, Rachel turned to her smiling. She then made her threat. If Batgir1 did not fully submit to the will of the Organization, the footage would be leaked to the public. Batgirlâ€™s true identity would be known, and her commissioner father would be ruined by scandal and shame. This was enough to end the young crusaderâ€™s resistance one and for all. After breaking down and sobbing in Rachelâ€™s arms, she agreed to a last, loyalty-proving sex-act with a henchman. A short while later, things were underway. The henchman man started out holding Batgir1 by her leash and running his eyes appraisingly over her fish-net-clad body. He then played with her naked pussy for a while before getting her to kneel and suck his cock. With her mask removed, Batgi1â€™s facial expressions were clear to see. There was hint of reluctance in her eyes, but her body cooperated swiftly and fully. For a long time she licked and lapped and sucked and deep-throated to the best of her abilities and with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. Rachel watched this and all that followed with a big grin on her face. She thoroughly enjoyed seeing the once-innocent and upright virgin now behaving so lustfully. After all the tremendous sucking action, Batgirl wound up lying on the floor with her legs parted - showing off her pussy to the henchman. He savored the sight of it for a moment, then climbed on top of her and started fucking away missionary style. It turned out to be intensely pleasurable for both Batgir1 and himself. She gasped and moaned and panted as her inexperienced pussy got a deep, smooth pounding; in the meantime, he groaned at the sweet, hot, tightness of around his cock. Rachel, looking on closely, teased Batgir1 some more during this. But Batgir1 no longer felt ashamed or put off. Her last inhibitions were gone, and had finally learned to accept being a wanton. More pleasant fucking later, the henchman came. Batgir1 readily opened her mouth and brought it close to his spurting cock head so that she catch plenty of it to taste and swallow. Afterwards, a delighted Rachel gave Batgirl her mask back and declared her one of the Organization. At last her brainwashing had been achieved. Far from having to contend with her foiling their criminal operations, they could not look to having her help in them. A month later, Rachel had made Batgir1 yet more decadent and obedient. The scene was Rachelâ€™s place. There she was led back on a rug with her legs parted. She sighed with pleasure - for there was Batgirl, knelt lapping eagerly her naked pussy. The young crusader had become a very good pet indeed.
Once there was an alien, the head of a warrior race, who dreamed of conquering and dominating his home planet. For a long time he didn't know how to go about it. Then, one day, he looked into a monitor that allowed him to spy on Earth. There he saw a being of impressing comeliness and remarkable physical ability. Her name, he discovered, was Wunder Woman. The alien wondered what he could do it he had a thousand soldiers as strong and gifted as her. He believed he would be unstoppable. Suddenly he hit on an ingenious solution to all his problems. He would got to Earth, take Wunder Woman prisoner, and get a sample of her blood so that he could clone her. That clone would then become his queen - and his personal breeding machine. This way he would be able to produce an army of wunder-alien hybrids to do his every bidding. The alien was so excited by the idea that he teleported himself to a quiet country spot on the Earthâ€™s surface. From there he sent out a phony distress signal to lure Wunder Woman to him. Then he hid in wait to ambush her. Sure enough, the amazing Amazon soon happened along. A fine, buxom figure she cut as she searched around her, senses straining for signs of trouble. All a sudden, just as she was looking the other way, the abominable alien sprang forth from the cover of a bush, and grabbed her from behind. But Wunder Woman was not alarmed. With dazzling nimbleness, she shrugged the alien off of her, then started to beat him up. She delivered kicks, elbow smashes, punches to the gut, knees to the groin, judo throws - just about everything a superhero could think of. The alien was a game creature, but eventually he crumpled to ground in defeat. However, when Wunder Woman stooped to get a better look at his strangely inhuman face, he suddenly drew a small device from his cloak, pointed it at her neck, and pressed a button. Immediately the amazing Amazon blacked out and collapsed on top of the alien. Sometime later, she was to be seen strapped down on a table in a temporary medical-facility that the alien had set up. An elaborate mask had been put over her mouth. It fed her gas that ensured she would be awake but very drowsy and slowed her brain activity. Presently the alien began subjecting to her to a long and thorough physical examination. He swept a portable scanning device over every part of her. He gently paddled various areas of her body in order to test the firmness of her flesh. Then he stroked his hand over her skin and graded its silky, soft feel. Wunder Woman kept a clouded, uncertain gaze on him. Vaguely she sensed the wrongness of her situation. But there was nothing she could do about it. The alien pulled down the top of her corset to expose her lovely, big breasts. He took his time fondling them and sucking on their nipples - familiarizing himself with them. Last of all, he used a syringe to take two blood samples from her arm. He released Wunder Woman shortly afterwards. She was never able to recall what he had done to her. The alien took the samples back to his home planet and began his work. It took time but he was successful. After the incubation was complete he sat upon his throne and looked on eagerly as his newly completed clone of the amazing Amazon stepped into his presence. Though her movements were stiff, and her eyes vacant, she was nevertheless the spitting image of the original. Her outfit too was identical. Because of her docile, zombie-like state, the alien had no trouble taking advantage of her. First he arranged her in different positions - crossing her arms, turning her head, putting her hands on her hips. Wunder Clone held each pose as if she were a sort of stop-motion doll. Having gotten horny from playing this little game, the alien suddenly wanted to take things in a sexual direction. He sat Wunder Clone down, gripped her head, and pulled it back and forth to make her mouth-fuck his big hard cock. Gradually, she got the hang of it and started sucking him off of her own accord. The alien groaned happily at the great sensual job she made of it. Later he got Wunder Clone to lie back in a chair with her legs apart. He yanked the crotch of her bottoms aside, and fingered her exposed pussy until she was sopping wet and moaning at the top of her lungs. Plenty more hot action followed. The alien kissed Wunder Clone sensually, fondled her breasts, invited her to suck his cock for a second time. He made her walk over to the middle of his chamber and lie down on a blanket. By now she had taken off her panties. Her corset had slipped down so that her big breasts were on full display. After she had played with herself for a while, the alien came near - eager to begin full-on breeding sex with her. He knelt between her legs, fed his cock into her pussy, and gave her a long hard in the missionary position. Wunder Clone thrilled at his vigorous pounding. She enjoyed herself even more when the alien changed things round and fucked her doggy-style. With his cock hitting her deepest depths, she cooed and panted and closed her eyes in ecstasy. There was something deliciously depraved about the way her hanging tresses and dangling breasts swayed from the jolts of his forward-thrusting hips. By and by, Wunder Clone wound up riding on top of the alien. She bounced her shapely body up and down on his rigid, untiring cock with a furious energy. At the same time the alien reached up to her breasts and greedily cupped and fondled them. There was one last, important piece of fucking after that. It was once again in the missionary position, and this time it involved the alien shooting his potent cum load into the deepest reaches of Wunder Cloneâ€™s unprotected pussy. The room was filled with mutual cries of delight at that intense moment of climax. Afterwards, the exhausted alien took Wunder Clone to a room he had built for her. He laid her down in a bed and put some special cuffs on her wrists. They were designed to keep her weak and obedient while he was not around. But the alien had made a fatal miscalculation. Wunder Clone possessed the uniquely powerful DNA of Wunder Woman. The cuffs had no effect on her. Thus, suddenly discovering her independent spirit, she snapped their chains, sprang to her feet, and threw herself upon the alien while his back was turned. A blur of action, she pummeled him with punches and kicks, hurled down onto the bed, and dealt him a fatal blow across the neck. Then she ran, trying to make good an escape. At last, having passed through a series of gloomy underground grottos, she came to a tunnel that gave out on daylight. On the floor of it was a small device. Wunder Clone knew from her time on the alien's planet that it was a teleporter handset. Quickly she picked it up, pointed it at herself, and pressed a button. There was a pulsing sound. Then she flashed through space and instantly materialized at the same spot on Earth that the terrible episode had began. It was moment of joy for Wunder Clone. As well knowing she had secured her freedom, she was aware of being very close to her twin sister: the amazing Wunder Woman herself.
The evil Dr. Vibrato once again crosses paths with the Amazon Princess. This time he snatches the Police Commissioner's daughter. Our superheroine brings along her sidekicks to help. Dr. Vibrato is a step ahead of the Fighters of Evil. Given the choice between the demise of the innocent victim or sexual compromise our heroes follow the path of justice.
Chief of Police Rachel Steele was as corrupt and ruthless as she was sexy and sensual. Working with her right-hand man - Officer Joe Hardick - she had made a small fortune through a number of dishonest practices - including taking bribes, extorting money, and appropriating priceless items seized by her forces. But these were as nothing compared to what she did as her secret, criminal alter-ego. Disguised in a tight black catsuit, night-mask, knee-high boots and elbow-length gloves (both made of PVC), she would break into the houses of the rich and famous, and rob them of their most valuable possessions. Joe always came along. As her masked and boiler-suited goon, he would lend his strength if the occupants proved to be troublesome. Despite the risks Rachel sometimes took, there was little chance of the truth being discovered. Outwardly, she commanded much trust and respect. In addition, her powerful position granted her plenty of immunity and protection. If ever she made the unlikely mistake of incriminating herself, she could always rely on Joe to misdirect or sabotage any ensuing investigation. Indeed, being the Chief of Police helped her in other ways too. For instance, it allowed her to obtain useful information about those she planned to rob. Such was the case when she phoned one of her men and found out that a wealthy widow had just moved into the city's most opulent mansion. Since there been a recent spate of thefts on wealthy citizens, the woman was requesting extra police patrols in her area. Rachel assured her man that she would see to it. But she never had any such intention. Joe was with her at that time, and she discussed this latest matter with him. Both agreed that the widow would be ideal for their next victim. She offered rich pickings, and was an easy target. Wistfully they wondered if they would even make enough off of her to retire and live the good life. Failing that, they would be sure to make her want to leave the mansion as soon possible. The sooner she was gone - and the sooner next victim moved in - the better. Come the fateful day, the disguised Rachel and Joe were lying in wait when the widow entered her mansion after attending a charity function. They had no trouble forcing their way in through a poorly fastened window. As for the security system - Joe knew many ways of getting around that. On stepping into her living-room, the widow - known as Ms. Grace Evangeline - was startled to see the two intruders looking very at home - grinning as they toyed with a collection of her jewels. Rachel herself was a picture of amused mischief. She lay stretched out, perched on the back of a couch, propped on her elbow. Seeing the widow, she broke into a mocking, triumphant laugh. Nervously, Grace asked who she and Joe were, and how they had gotten inside. Then, suddenly being overtaken with fear, she turned and ran to the door, hoping to escape. Joe caught up with her in an instant. He clamped a hand over her mouth, restrained her body with an encircling arm, and dragged her over to the couch. Now, placed between Rachel and Joe, the widow cowered helplessly. Rachel started to taunt her about her carelessness. But her attention was soon taken by the huge fur coat that Grace was wearing. Always a lover of the fineries of life, she ran her fingers over it and cooed about how deliciously luxuriant it felt. Grace offered her the coat, thinking her cooperation might win her some points with Rachel. It did not. Instead, the Chief of Police told Joe to take her to one of the bedrooms and have his way with her. Sometimes Rachel allowed him these perks. He was a loyal goon, and he was a sucker for big-titted blondes like Grace. Even if he had not been, Rachel would still have asked this favor of him. Out of sheer lustfulness and spite, she wanted the proud widow to be humiliated and violated. Up in the bedroom, Joe loomed over Grace as she lay trembling and whimpering on the bed. Menacingly, he advised her to cooperate in every way - or else. Grace replied that he would do whatever he wanted as long as he did not hurt her. A moment later, Joe gagged her with her own scarf, and bound her wrists together with a length of cord. Rachel came up just as Joe was giving the widow a few stinging spanks on her exposed thighs. She was wearing Grace's coat, and she was clearly aroused. While Grace remained in distress, Rachel strutted around, talking breathily about how horny she felt. Then, abruptly, she parted the front of the coat to reveal herself wearing a huge strap-on. For once it was not Joe who needed to get off. From that moment on, Grace's ordeal began in earnest. Joe pushed her onto her back, ripped off her panties, and fingered her pussy until it became involuntarily wet. Next, being forced onto her hands and knees, she had to suck Joe's cock while Rachel knelt behind her and shoved the strap-on deep into her pussy. Grace gave a cock-muffled sob as she suffered her double-ended ravishing. But Rachel showed her no mercy. She had never felt so hot before her in her life. Her big tits had been pulled out of her outfit so that she could satisfy her need to have them touched and fondled. At the same time she giggled and taunted Grace as she fucked her hard - brushing the soft hairs of the coat against her bare butt cheeks with each powerful thrust. Not once did the widow cease her groans of distress. Yet, for the longest time, while Rachel continued bucking into her, she succeeded in forcing herself to keep pleasing Joe's cock - bobbing her head vigorously as she fucked her lips up and down its length. Later Joe took her balls-deep in the spoon position. His also kept his hands busy by squeezing Grace's big tits from behind, by rubbing her clit on occasion, and by running his fingers over her smooth, stocking-clad thighs. Rachel looked on, rapt throughout. Still incredibly horny, she lay writhing on the bed, reveling in the feel of the fur coat, caressing her own big tits, rubbing her wet pussy through the fabric of her outfit. All the while, she continued to mock and torment her hapless victim. Finally, Joe subjected Grace to a long, missionary-style fuck, then pulled out his cock and forced her to take his blasting cum into her mouth and over her face. Grace grimaced and cried more than ever at this last degradation. It seemed to shatter her mind. In parting, the sensuous Rachel leaned in and gave her a tongue-twisting kiss. The Chief of Police felt serene and generous after her recent pleasures. She was delighted with the haul of valuables she had had taken from Grace. The fur coat alone had made her efforts worthwhile. But now it was time for her and Joe to return to their day jobs. As Rachel left the ravished widow, she bid her sweet dreams and no hard feelings.