Wonder Woman: Exposed

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A cold wind blew over Wonder Woman's bare shoulders. The Amazon felt it only in passing, protected by her magic belt, which as well as giving her prodigious strength, protected her from the elements even in her tight, form fitting shorts and bustier. The blue, star-spangled shorts and red, strapless top accentuated her slender, athletic form. The golden eagle across her ample bosom highlighted the curve of her breasts.

She gazed up at the chain-link fence that surrounded the abandoned government facility. She turned over a rusted, faded sign - US Government Property - Trespassers will be shot. "Looks pretty empty," she thought. "But someone has been using this facility." A few days earlier, Diana Prince, Wonder Woman's alter ego, had discovered power had been turned back on at this building, even though the funding for the top secret nuclear weapons research had run out years ago. Her curiosity aroused, she had decided to investigate the building, though she felt it was probably just vagrants or bums that had found the circuit breaker. "Who knows what was left behind when this place shut down, I better take a look just to be safe," she had thought.

With a single athletic leap, Wonder Woman cleared the fence. She landed lightly on her red, knee-high boots. With powerful strides, she made a quick circuit of the grounds before heading towards the buildings' solitary entrance. "Looks like there's only one way to go," she said as she looked into the dark doorway. With her tremendous strength, she knew that there was little to fear, so she marched confidently up to the front door.

The lock to the door had been jimmied. Considering the rusted state of the door, it hardly seemed necessary. Wonder Woman pushed the door inward, wincing as the rusted hinges screamed, announcing her presence. The powerful Amazon shrugged it off, "I'm just being overly cautious," she thought.

"Time to evict an un-wanted tenant," she announced and started into the dark building.

The search was uneventful, until Wonder Woman came to a large metal door, deep inside the building, marked `Prototype Weapons Development - Restricted Access.' A faint humming could be heard from inside. Wonder Woman reached to open the door and found the large metal handle locked from the inside.
"This must be it," she thought and easily snapped the lock with a mighty twist of her wrist.

The humming of machinery was indeed coming from inside, cool air blew into the room from the building's ventilation and Wonder Woman headed into the large, well-lit square room that was on the other side of the door. Her boots clicked on the metal floor, echoing down the length of the large room. She noted the lack of dust and the shininess of the metal walls and ceiling. "This area has seen some use," she thought to herself.

A loud slam behind her caused the shapely heroine to spin around. A thick metal panel had slid into place, filling the doorway through which she had just entered. Before Wonder Woman could curse herself for walking into a trap, she heard a metallic hiss from above. With an athletic leap, she narrowly escaped the long, metal snake-like tentacle that had dropped from the ceiling and slammed into the floor where she had been standing an instant before. The amazon quickly noted the four others that had emerged from cleverly hidden panels in the ceiling and two more came from the center of the floor. Each was long and segmented like a metal worm, ending with three-fingered pincers. "Hmph, nice try, but these metal arms won't hold up long," she said confidently as she launched herself at the writhing tentacles. The tentacles were faster and more agile than she had anticipated, but she still managed to grab one and tear it free from the ceiling with a shriek of rending metal and blown circuitry.

She tossed the useless metal aside and sprung back to the battle. To her surprise, the tentacles moved to the side of her attack, as she tried to gather them up into a bundle she could tear free and end this fight quickly.
She managed to spin herself free with an acrobatic flip before the metal arms could close in on her.

"Hmm, this is going to be harder than I thought. These things are fast and someone must be controlling them; they move to well to be automated."

Moving more deliberately, Wonder Woman moved into the tentacles again. This time she feinted to her left and lashed out back to her right, catching one of the dodging tentacles in one powerful hand. However, before she could wrench it out of the wall, the mighty super-heroine received a powerful blast of electricity that coursed up her hand and arm and into her athletic body. Taken by surprise, the beautiful amazon was temporarily stunned. Unfortunately for her, that instant of shock was all the time the tentacles needed.
Instead of attacking her, and trying to match her amazing strength, the tentacles went after her one weakness. Before she recovered from her shock and surprise, Wonder Woman felt a strong tug at her shapely waist.

"What. My belt!" she cried, realizing immediately that without it she no longer had her Amazonian strength or battle prowess. She dropped to the floor and began to frantically search for an escape. No one had ever removed her belt before; the heroine was helpless and her situation was desperate. She made a mad dash towards the wall that had replaced the entrance, hoping to find some means of opening the door.
Because she was an athletic and well-conditioned woman even without her super powers, Wonder Woman made admirable progress, but was no match for the lightning speed of the tentacles. "Noo!" she groaned as she felt a metallic claw close around her wrist, above her bracelet, and jerked her off the floor. She reached to try to pry the claw loose, but was stopped when a second closed around her remaining free wrist.
She kicked her dangling legs frantically, but the grasping claws soon closed around her ankles. The heroine was securely bound.

Wonder Woman struggled for a few minutes, but quickly realized that it was futile, the metal arms were just too strong for her without her Amazonian strength.

Slowly, the helpless heroine began to regain her composure. She looked around the room and saw her belt; her magic lariat still clipped to it, lying on the floor in the far corner of the room, useless. Other than the four tentacles that held her, the rest were nowhere to be seen. Wonder Woman's wrists were held together over her head and her feet dangled a few inches off the floor, also held together. The tentacles stretched her slender body tight and she found it impossible to move her arms and legs.

"I've got to think of a way out of this," she thought. "I've never faced a foe without my belt before."

__ After what seemed like hours, Wonder Woman was startled to hear a tinny voice come over a loudspeaker.

"Well, I seem to have netted a fine trophy! I had taken precautions against the Feds eventual discovery of my `borrowing' of this facility. When, to my great surprise, one of this city's ridiculously costumed heroes wanders right through my front door. You did very well, though. These arms, including the one you destroyed, are some of my finest work. Granted, they're designed to allow me to work with hazardous materials at a safe distance, not battle scantily-clad bimbo heroines," the anonymous voice cackled.

Wonder Woman lifted her head defiantly. "You'll never get away with this. This is a US Government installation; Federal officers will be crawling all over this place anytime now."

"You're probably right. But fortunately, my work here is nearly completed and I will take my leave of this facility," said the voice.

"Work? What work could you be doing here? You're just some sad, demented loner who got in a lucky shot," the Amazon yelled back angrily. "How dare he taunt me? I'm not a `scantily clad bimbo'," she thought to herself, as she looked down at her costume, which, other than a daring amount of cleavage, she thought quite conservative and sedate. She was not sure she liked the idea of the owner of the voice leering at her body and commenting on her attire at all.

"I suggest you settle down, considering your predicament, you may want to guard your tongue with a little more care. Name-calling is not going to help you. In fact, I am in the unique position of seeing that you are taught a few manners," the loudspeaker smirked.

"What do you mean? What are you doing?" said the bound heroine, becoming acutely aware of her helplessness.

"Oh, just a small session of corporal punishment, courtesy of these metal appendages," the loudspeaker answered, the smirk clearly evident in the voice.

"What is he talking about? What can he do to me?" thought Wonder Woman. "I'm sure I don't want to find out." and renewed her desperate attempts to free herself.

Suddenly, she heard a hiss of metal on metal behind her. Despite her bondage, she was able to look over her shoulder to see one of the remaining arms reaching toward her. It moved deliberately, she noted with a startled gasp, towards her thin waist.

"As you see, my tools can be extremely agile and subtle. And, best of all, they are wonderful for loathsome repetitive tasks, which leaves me free to finish my little `project.' But I'll be back in a little while. Enjoy!
HAHAHA." and the loudspeaker clicked off, leaving Wonder Woman alone with her inhuman tormenters.

"Wait," the helpless Amazonian pleaded, "you can't be .no!" She gasped as she felt a cold claw grasp the waistband of her tight blue shorts at the small of her arched back.

With excruciating slowness, the cold metal claw tugged at the waistband of her shorts. She squirmed as her tights slid over her hips and began to be pulled down her shapely thighs.

"Ahh. No. How dare you." the heroine yelled and she continued to struggle. No one had ever done this to her. How could she be violated in this matter? Stripped of her powers and now of her dignity.

Her tights continued down the curve of her hips. Her round athletic buttocks slowly became exposed as she kicked and squirmed. Her futile struggling caused the perfect shape of her butt to jiggle erotically. Her cries and pleas grew in volume and intensity as her tights continued to be removed, until she was screaming at a fever pitch for her humiliation to end.

"Please! Stop this," she begged, her confidence, her arrogance, completely shattered.

She gave a gasp that was half-scream as the front of her tights began to slide down to follow the rear.
Wonder Woman bent forward at the waist in a desperate attempt to cover the exposed mound of her sex, but the metal claws held her too tightly, and too quickly the small shaved triangle of her pubic hair was shown to the world. Her face reddened at the shame of her near total nudity. The metal arm continued to push her tights down until they puddled around her bound ankles. The angle of the metal arm was so extreme, that the helpless Wonder Woman felt its cold metal alloy shaft press against the exposed flesh of her buttocks, as it slid her shorts down. She shuddered at its clammy touch.

Completely exposed from the waist down, the mortified heroine gave a heart-rending groan, as the claw slid away, its work complete.

Wonder Woman gasped for breath, her lovely raven hair now plastered to her forehead and bare shoulders from her desperate exertions trying to free herself and the emotional exhaustion at being humiliated. She shivered as she felt cold air swirling against her bare, exposed buttocks, between her legs, through the her pubic hair and across her naked pelvis.

Another hiss from behind alerted her that her humiliation was far from over. Once again forced to look over her bare shoulder, Wonder Woman cried out when she saw that in place of its claw, the serpentine arm now ended in a long thin metal rod, which it brandished menacingly. "N-no.. You're not going to." she stuttered.

Wonder Woman turned her head away, unable to watch, squeezing her eyes shut, and praying to all the Gods of Olympus to free her from this nightmare.

She heard the loud swish of the switch slicing through the air toward her. She clenched her teeth and the tight muscles of her buttocks in anticipation, causing them to quiver.

Snap!

When the she heard and then felt the crack of the switch against her naked butt, she grunted and set her jaw, determined not to cry out, to not give her captor any satisfaction. But the pain was greater than she had thought, but worse still was the shame, embarrassment and humiliation from her situation. "How dare he?
I wasn't punished like this when I was unruly child," thought the heroine.

Snap!

The second strike was worse, Wonder Woman was unable to keep quiet and a small, pathetic squeak escaped her.

Snap! Snap!

"Aaaa! Noo!" After two more, the hapless heroine found herself crying out and thrusting her pelvis forward in a futile attempt to lessen the impact of the switch, despite the vulgar way it positioned her exposed pubic region

Snap! Snap! Snap!

By the seventh crack of the switch, the Amazonian was crying out pitifully, tears rolling down her reddened cheeks. "Please. Stop. No more. I'll do anything," she gasped, begging for the switching to stop.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

After the tenth stinging snap of the switch, she gratefully heard the metallic hiss as the arm and its horrible switch slid back to the ceiling. Wonder Woman hung limp in her bonds, relief mixed with embarrassment of the spectacle she had made of herself. Her large curvaceous chest heaved with her sobbing. Her round perfect butt throbbed with hot waves of pain; each mixed with humiliation and defeat.

After a few minutes, as the heat from her reddened buttocks began to dim, anger and frustration overcame her shame and grief.

"How can this be happening? By Hera, I swear I'll find the little twerp who's doing this and make him pay. There's nowhere he can hide. You can't strip and whip an Amazon. How dare he?" The thoughts raged through her.

She roared out at her unseen captor. "You won't get away with this. No one dares do this to the Champion of the Amazons."

When she received no answer, she felt somewhat ridiculous for screaming threats when she was bound with her pants around her ankles. It seemed the unseen voice had not bothered to stay and watch her torment and had gone back to `work.'

Suddenly, she heard the hiss that announced the return of the metal tentacles. Wonder Woman gasped at the sound in spite of herself. She peeked over her shoulder to see that the switch had returned. Mortified, the heroine turned away and a tear rolled down her cheek. The heroine could only mutter a soft, pitiful
"no."

To her credit, Wonder Woman was able to keep from crying out for the first five snaps of the switch. By the sixth stinging blow, she once again began to scream in pain and frustration. Her lower body writhed frantically in a vain attempt to escape the beating, taught buttocks and long thighs quivering in pain and rage.

Mercifully, the tentacle again slithered away after its switch had bit into her raw, exposed butt a tenth time.
Wonder Woman could only hang limply, sobbing quietly, unable to muster her strength to even speak. The searing agony of her bottom racked her entire body, causing her to shiver.

Once again, the pain receded to a dull throb from her backside and the heroine began regain a small measure of her composure as the fog of pain cleared from her mind. "I can't keep this up, it's worse each time," she thought, fighting at her rising panic.

As though reading the mounting frustration and pain in her thoughts, a now-familiar hiss announced the start of another agonizing session. This time, the Amazon made no attempt to hide her horror. "No. Not again," she wailed. Her screams took on an animal, inhuman quality. Each time the switch slashed her naked flesh, the once-powerful heroine released a yelp of frustration and pain. Once again after the tenth humiliating snap, the arm and its switch slid away.

Wonder Woman had battled horrifying demons and superpower villains beyond description. She had traveled from one corner of the universe to the other. The heroine had endured horrors that would drive a mortal woman insane. None had prepared her for this. No one had dared defile her this way; baring her buttocks naked and switching her like a naughty child. The low, base manner in which the mighty Amazon was tormented increased the anguish of each stinging blow.

She let loose an agonized scream when the tentacle and switch returned for a fourth time. "It's set on an automatic cycle," she thought helplessly, her panic rising, "if no one stops it, I'll be whipped to death."
Then the switch snapped across her sore and reddened bottom, and coherent thought left her once again, replaced by agony and shame.

__ "Well, I see it's hard to be heroic with your britches around your ankles," smirked the loudspeaker.
Wonder Woman raised her chin from her heaving chest and looked through red, teary eyes towards the sound. She had lost track of time and count of how many times she had felt the biting sting of the switch.
Her cheeks reddened at thought of her tormentor ogling the nakedness of her buttocks and exposed pussy.
Once again, she was reminded of her complete powerlessness.

"Quiet this time, I see. Seems a few hours of ass-whipping has put you in your proper place," said the voice triumphantly. "I afraid we're not quite through, though. I have something I need to show you and a message you need to deliver."

Wonder Woman finally regained enough strength to ask, "W-what message? You've beaten me, please, just let me go, you monster."

The voice was unmoved, "hmph, pathetic. 'Let you go?' Not just yet. I have plans for you. Your sniveling and whining disgusts me, and haven't we discussed the name-calling? Here's something to help you keep quiet, or perhaps you prefer another set of `object lessons?'"

The hiss of metal caused Wonder Woman to utter a half-scream before she saw that she was not to be switched yet again. Two of the arms lowered themselves in front of her face, a long black cloth strap suspended between their pincers. Before the heroine could react, the metal arms wrapped the cloth around her mouth, gagging her. As the gag was secured behind her head, Wonder Woman struggled, her outraged protests muffled by the cloth strap. A frustrated "mmphf," was all that she could manage.

"Ah, much better. And as long as we're going to be playing show and tell.." the loudspeaker said ominously.

One of the pincers moved to the deep crevasse of cleavage at the top of Wonder Woman's sweat-soaked costume. It grasped the fabric between her heaving breast tightly.

Wonder Woman eyes widened and she began to shake her head violently as the second pincer deftly unfastened the back of her strapless costume.

"MMMMMPHF!" she screamed through her gag as her costume began to loosen from her breasts and stomach.

As the pincers once again bared her, Wonder Woman could only writhe and struggle futilely. The pincer grasping her bustier slowly pulled down and away from her body, exposing the perfect naked globes of the Amazon's breasts. Her breasts glistened with the sweat from her earlier exertions, highlighting their roundness and fullness. To the heroine's further embarrassment, her exposed nipples hardened as they met the cold air of the room. Her naked breasts, now free from her clothing, bounced and jiggled as she struggled against her bonds.

"Very nice, are those real?" queried the faceless voice. One of the pincers grasped a jiggling breast and squeezed, causing Wonder Woman to scream though her gag at her violation. "Guess so. Impressive," admired the voice, laughing.

Shocked and outraged at her now total nudity, the Amazon barely reacted as the pincers continued their work. They quickly and efficiently removed her bulletproof bracelets and then moved down to her legs.
No special care was taken when the tentacles removed her red knee-high boots. As the tentacles around her ankles snapped open, causing her shorts to slip over her feet to the floor, Wonder Woman could scarcely move her long shapely legs, let alone kick or offer any resistance. Her feet dangled helplessly while her boots were pulled off.

Stripped to only her golden tiara, which she imagined was left in a bit of sadistic irony, the helpless heroine watched as the metal arms gathered up her shorts, boots, bustier, bracelets and, most importantly, her magic belt and slid back into the ceiling. Feeling more naked as her clothes were locked away from her, Wonder Woman could only voice feeble, muffled protests as she hung helplessly.

With a loud snap, the bonds around her wrists suddenly released. Wonder Woman gave a muffled yelp of surprise as she fell roughly to the floor. Her exhausted body could not support her weight and her long athletic legs folded underneath her. The heroine's bare-naked flesh made a wet slap as it met the cold, metal floor. Too weak from fatigue to move, she could only lay shivering.

Wonder Woman lifted her head at the sound of the wall panel sliding away. Strong light from the room beyond obscured the figure in the doorway to just a silhouette.

"Very nice. What's a costumed heroine without her costume?" said a soft, female voice. Shocked, Wonder Woman recognized the voice as that of her tormentor, without the distortion of the PA system. The figure began to move toward her, the figure becoming more defined as that of a shapely woman as she stepped out of the doorway.

As her antagonist moved closer, the defeated heroine could see that, other than her severe manner of dress, she was obviously an extremely beautiful lady. She was tall and athletic, her long blonde hair bound back from her face in a utilitarian manner, her deep blue eyes hidden behind large thick glasses. Her slender body covered by a long white lab coat, that by the way it hung hinted at the figure beneath. In one delicate hand, she held a long metal rod, electricity crackling off the tip. She reached out with her other and pulled the heroines gag away from her mouth. "Now behave, or you'll be wearing this again. or worse."

"What? You're a woman? How could you do this?" asked the bewildered Wonder Woman.

"Do this? Very easily. I'm afraid you were a tad over-confident. You seem surprised that I'm a woman.
Just because I humiliated you, you assumed I was a male? Fortunately for you, I am just a 'weak' female," she answered with a sneer. "A man would have found something to ram between your legs, up your ass and every other orifice, if he had you in that situation," she continued. Wonder Woman detected venom in her captor's use of the word `man,' and thought the woman may speak from personal experience.
"Considering that your costume barely covers you, I'm surprised that doesn't happen more often. Now, on your feet. I have work for you," and waved the prod at Wonder Woman's exposed flesh.

The Amazon's throbbing body screamed in protest as she climbed to her feet. Joints, stretched tight for hours, grated as they shakily obeyed. The muscles of her bruised and stinging buttocks and thighs sent waves of burning pain as she stood. Wonder Woman tried with small success to cover her nakedness with her aching arms and hands. She attempted to cup her full breasts in one arm and hand, while her other had was held between her legs, covering her naked vagina, leaving her reddened buttocks exposed. The chill air of the room continued to make her nude body quiver. The embarrassed heroine lowered her head in shame.

"Hmph. Modest, I see. Don't worry, it's just us girls. Now march!" ordered the leering woman and gave Wonder Woman a shove with her free had that threatened to topple the weakened heroine off her shaky legs.

"Where are you taking me?" asked Wonder Woman, as she shambled towards the doorway, unable to keep the panic from her voice. "Please, at least give something to wear. You can't keep me naked."

"Actually, I can and will because you're less likely to try anything rash. You're hardly prepared for heroics squirming in your birthday suit," taunted the blond woman as she followed Wonder Woman, noting the jiggle of the defeated heroine's nude ass with an insolent smirk.

Her futile attempts to cover her body with only her hands forced the Amazon to take small, skittering steps, her bare feet slapping against the metal floor. She was marched down a long, bright hallway, past the room containing the controls for the metal arms. Wonder Woman noted with shock that the video screens must have displayed and recorded her earlier ordeal.

At the end of the hall, they stopped a small door. "In here," said the blonde, pushing Wonder Woman towards the door. Inside was a small assembly plant. A long conveyor belt ran the length of the room. On the belt sat seven ominously humming spheres. Each metal sphere was roughly the size of a basketball and contained no markings other than a set of three blinking lights.

"My finest work," said the blonde, the pride evident in her voice. "These are small, impossible to detect and each contains enough power to level this city."

"Your going to destroy Washington?" asked Wonder Woman.

"Not unless I have to. Though after closing this research facility and tossing me out on the street, I ought to. Do you have any idea how long it took before anyone could take someone who looked like me seriously? How many times I was promoted for my looks and not my mind? In this field? How many come-ons and lewd insults I had to endure? Then, when I had finally reached the top, the damn USSR fell apart and now I'm out of a job. Well, I think I'm owed a little payback," raged the beautiful weapons designer.

Wonder Woman nervously eyed the spheres, "what are you."

"And you. How can you stand yourself? With that ridiculous, garish, revealing costume, do you think anyone cares about all your exploits? How ironic that the person who would try to stop me would a jiggling, spandex-wearing bimbo?" continued the unbalanced blonde, loose hair flying about her face wildly.

Suddenly, she regained her composure, and with a deep breath, smoothed back her hair. "Which brings me to your task. I'm going to spend the next few hours placing these beauties in various locations around the city. When I am done, I need you to let everyone know that I am not someone to be trifled with, not this time. I had thought about a demonstration with one, but I know my business too well. Short of an uninhabited island, there is no safe location to detonate one of these. So instead, I want you to let everyone know that I am not bluffing."

She brandished the crackling electric probe at the naked heroine. "You do know that, right? You don't need another demonstration of my determination?"

Wonder Woman backed away, nervously eyeing the unbalanced woman. "R-right. Of course you're not bluffing," she stammered truthfully.

"Excellent," said the blond, lowering the probe.

"You're going to extort money? This is about money?" asked the helpless heroine nervously, not wanting to start another tirade.

"In part," answered the blonde, "what I will ask for will be only a portion of what this facility spent every month for years, when this research was considered `vital.' No, when word of this spreads, people will beg for my designs, and that's what I'm really after. This is just my marketing campaign."

"That's horrible, you'll hand the plans for these weapons over to the highest bidder," said the shocked Amazon, " to any demented terrorist with the cash to pay you."

"In fairness, the US government had their chance, and on my salary no less, but decided to fire me instead," smirked the beautiful weapons builder.

She reached into her lab coat and pulled out a hypodermic needle. "That's it for the show. I need a few hours to myself before I let you go." The madwoman grinned sadistically, "turn around and bend over," she ordered, holding up the needle for Wonder Woman to see.

"You can't be serious? You don't have to drug me. Please, just lock me up," begged the heroine pitifully.

"I'm afraid not. It's either this," the blonde said, motioning with the needle, "or I use this until you pass out," holding up the buzzing, metal probe.

Biting her tongue, Wonder Woman uttered a small, submissive squeak and turned her naked body and displayed her reddened, whipped buttocks. The heroine's eyes widened and she grunted in pain as she felt the needle pierce her tender backside. This time, her embarrassment was mercifully short as the tranquilizer worked quickly, and she slipped to the floor, hearing a derisive laugh as her vision darkened.

__ Wonder Woman's eyes slowly refocused as she regained consciousness. The heroine groaned as she remembered the ordeal that had led up to her forced slumber. She first noticed the numbing pain in her arms and shoulders and realized her wrists once again suspended her. She hung limply, but found that she could place her bare feet, which were bound at the ankles, on the metal floor to release the tension on her aching upper body. Secondly, she realized with a frustrated gasp, she was still clad only in her skin, naked to the world.

"How long have I been unconscious? My arms are killing me," thought the nude heroine. She searched the familiar looking chamber and spotted her costume, neatly folded and including her magic belt, placed sadistically just out of the reach of her bare feet. Sitting on top of her clothes was a black, unmarked videotape. The clicking of footsteps on the metal floor behind alerted her to another presence in the room.
She turned to see her blonde captor. The woman had changed from her drab lab coat into a tight skirt and jacket. Her hair had been brushed and was held in a long braid. She had also rid herself of her thick glasses and now looked more supermodel than scientist.

"Oh good, you're awake. I had thought I had given you too much. Biochemistry was never my strong suit. I was just finishing up. My spheres are now spread all over the city," she said as she ran a long slender hand up Wonder Woman's bare thigh and massaged her bare buttocks, "Do be sure to alert the authorities, and let them know I'll be in contact."

"You can't go through with this. Stop this madness before innocent people are killed," said the helpless heroine, trying her best not to tremble as she felt the hand on her naked butt, "I can get you help; you don't need to do this."

"I'm afraid that everything is already done. All that is left is to make a phone call to insure that you are rescued. I believe an anonymous call to a sufficiently sleazy tabloid should do the trick. I'll be sure to remind them to send a photographer." And, with a final slap to Wonder Woman's bare butt, she turned on her heel and left the struggling heroine.

"Wait. you wouldn't. they'll see me naked. please no!" begged the Amazon to the retreating back of her captor, to no avail. She struggled against her bonds futilely, shocked at this final torment. She would be found defeated and humiliated. Her head finally sagged against her chest with a groan. There was nothing she could do but wait; her defeat had been thoroughly and completed packaged.

__ Less than hour later, Wonder Woman heard a male voice echo down the hall, "Hello?" The hapless heroine groaned at her predicament. She was torn between calling out for rescue and putting off the embarrassment at being found bound and naked as long as possible.

In the end, practicality won out. Getting free was the first step to finding the woman who had done this and foiling her plot. "After all," thought the Amazon hopefully, "I've saved this city and world countless times. Surely, this man will cut me a break and be discrete about the condition in which I'm found."

"In here," she called out, "please hurry." And heard footsteps echoing down the corridor towards her.

"Is that Wonder Woman?" the man called back. "I'm a reporter and got a call that you had bee.WOW!"

The man skidded to a stop as he entered the room, jaw agape. He found what must have been the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, naked except for a gold tiara. Wonder Woman's face reddened at his leering reaction; the almost cartoon-ish way his eyes widened, as though they would spring from his head. The short reporter was obesely over-weight with greasy hair slicked back from his receding hairline. He wore a stained overcoat and a bad tie. She noted with dismay the camera that hung from a strap around his neck.

"Please, you've got to get me free. A madwoman has planted bombs all over the city," said the embarrassed heroine, desperately trying not to meet the reporters gaze.

"Yeah. Yeah. in a second. Are you really Wonder Woman? Who did this to you?" asked the reporter, taking the lens cap off his camera, and ogling the beautiful exposed body before him.

"What are you doing? Please, help me. I've got to stop her." screamed the now outraged heroine.

The sleazy reported ignored her pleas and began taking pictures of the struggling Amazon. "There's no way I'm passing up a story like this. Honey, you're going to put me on easy street after this," he said as she begged for him to stop.

"Nooo. How dare you? I need to save this city. We could all be killed. Stop!" she implored him desperately.

Finally, after two rolls of film and humiliating questions about what had happened to her red swollen buttocks, the tabloid reporter stopped. He poked through her costume and considered taking it as a souvenir but thought better of it. "What's this?" he asked as he held up the videotape.

"I have no idea." she answered, though she thought it was surely a recording of her earlier torment. "Release me now! You've got your disgusting pictures." screamed Wonder Woman in disbelief and outrage. She had not expected to be exploited by a common mortal man. "How can this twisted little man dare profit from my defeat!" she thought, bewildered at the turn of events.

"Alright, alright. Settle down. Keep your . well, never mind," the reporter answered her. Stuffing the tape in a coat pocket, he eyed the metal arms and pincers binding the heroine's wrists. "How am I supposed to get you out of this? Maybe I should call the fire department or something."

"Great Hera, No!" yelled a frustrated Wonder Woman, wincing at the thought of whole room full of men ogling her as they worked to cut her free. "There's a control room down that hallway," she motioned with a toss of her head. The heroine thought it unwise to let this opportunistic little man know that he could return her strength to her by letting her touch her magic belt. "The weasel would probably run off with it and leave me here," she thought.

"Okay, I'll take a look. But I warn you, Sweetcheeks, I'm no rocket scientist," said the reporter, as he scurried to the control room.

After an excruciatingly long time, Wonder Woman began to worry that the reporter had left her. She was on the verge of crying out to ask if he was still here, when the disgusting little man waddled back into the room. His eyes began to crawl over her exposed flesh immediately, she noticed with revulsion.

"There was a note explaining how to work the arms," he said with a grin, leering at her.

"So, why haven't you freed me?" asked Wonder Woman, her embarrassment mounting with each second of his staring.

"The note explained that the hydraulics or something had to re-pressurize. I'm not really sure, but the note said it would be at least twenty minutes before the arms had power to release you," the reporter answered, edging toward the exit. Wonder Woman guessed this was another set-up by her blond captor, to give the reporter a chance to escape. She desperately tried to think of a way to stop him.

"Arrg!" Wonder Woman howled in frustration, another delay. "Wait, where are you going?" the Amazon asked as she saw the reporter moving toward the door.

"Yeah, well. I guess I'm pretty much done here, ya'know. Umm. good luck with that whole bomb thing and I'll just be." the reporter trailed off, edging toward the door.

"No, wait! The pictures you took. What are you going to do with them? You can't publish them, you can't tell anyone about this. I'll be humiliated," Wonder Woman called after the retreating tabloid journalist.

"Yeah. well, about that. It's nothing personal. I mean I'm grateful for all the saving the world and catching the bad guys and all that, but do you have any idea what nude pictures of American's number one heroine will go for? I'll be set for life. I'm real sorry about all this," and with that the sleazy journalist spun and sprinted from the room, leaving the shocked heroine.

Tears welled up in Wonder Woman's eyes. "No," she sobbed as she heard the footsteps recede down the hallway.

__ Diana Prince was late getting into the office that morning. She barely had time to clean up and fix the clasp of her golden belt after her ordeal the night before. Walking from the parking lot to her office, she passed a newsstand, and she discovered the sleazy reporter had been busy. Pictures of a naked Wonder Woman, bound and defeated were splashed garishly on the front page of almost every newspaper. Small black "censored" rectangles barely covered her nakedness, though some of the less respectable papers hadn't bothered to use even these on pictures inside their rags, in fact some promised uncensored nudity inside.

Angrily, Diana saw that even the respectable papers used pictures of her naked buttocks. Ostensibly, they were showing that the unidentified assailant had tortured her, the angry red stripes across her perfect round butt evidence of her torment. The humiliating pictures accompanied stories about an unidentified terrorist who had captured her and now threatened to destroy Washington.

Horrified, Diana could not help but hear the snickering of passersby and notice the outright leering of those buying the papers. Using tremendous will, Diana kept from giving voice to her outrage and continued stone-faced to work, sobbing inside.

Work was hardly an escape; Diana avoided the water-cooler and the break room, where lewd jokes at Wonder Woman's expense were the topic of the day. She also learned, to her continued horror and humiliation, the videotape the reporter had taken did contain a record of the heroine being stripped naked and embarrassingly beaten while she cried and begged for mercy. The major news outlets were showing excerpts, her nudity only hinted at by blurry circles. Tabloid shows were promising to show the tape in its entirety and uncensored versions had already made it onto the Internet. Diana felt betrayed. How many times had she nearly died fighting for these people and this is the thanks she received, displayed in a vulgar and humiliating manner.

Diana decided to bury herself in her work. She sat determinedly at her desk, hoping no one noticed that she had to sit on her folded jacket to cushion her tender bottom. Her magic belt was quickly healing her battered body, the angry red marks had almost disappeared already, but it would take some time before the dull pain of her battered buttocks stopped throbbing completely.

She needed to find the woman who had done this to her before she detonated the nuclear devices hidden throughout the city. A few minutes of searching through the facility's employment database yielded a name to match the face of the madwoman.

"Madeline Rever," Diana said aloud to her small triumph. She continued her search Rever's past. The beautiful and brilliant scientist had graduated with honors, despite a scandal involving an alleged affair between her and a professor. She had been recruited by the government to research weapons during the cold war. But after she had leveled a series of sexual harassment charges against her co-workers and supervisors, some proved true, others dismissed as her imagination, she had been labeled as a trouble- maker and quietly passed over for promotion after promotion. Finally, Rever had slowly worked her way to the head of her own research project; developing small, portable, undetectable but powerful weapons.
The project lasted only a few months before the end of the cold war caused budget cutbacks. Never popular with her colleagues, she was one of the first to be let go.

Diana found that Rever had been placed in charge the shutdown of the facility as her final task. Digging even deeper led to the discovery that the inventory of the material disposed from the lab did not quite work out. "She left behind just enough to complete her work," Diana thought to herself.

She was interrupted from her work when her phone rang. She recognized the voice of her boss, Steve Trevor, "Diana, I've just spoken with the director. We've received a message from the terrorist who defeated Wonder Woman last night. She repeated her threat to destroy the city and will contact us by phone tonight at seven with her demands."

Diana winced at hearing one of Wonder Woman's biggest fans talk of her defeat. "What do you need me to do Steve?"

"This woman has asked that Wonder Woman be present during the call. I was wondering if you might be able to get a message to her? I know you have had some contact with her in the past." Steve continued with genuine concern, "although, she didn't look to good in those pictures, I wouldn't blame her if she wanted to sit this one out."

"She'll be there, Steve," answered Diana confidently. "Besides," she thought, wincing as she shifted her weight in her desk chair, "I don't think I'll be doing much 'sitting,' period."

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Wonder Woman strode into the director's office minutes before the appointed call. Besides the director and Steve Trevor, the room was filled with six or seven high-ranking security officials. With the president and bulk of the government's officials evacuated from the city to a safe distance, the people in this room represented what was left of governmental authority in the city.

All heads turned toward the statuesque heroine as she entered the room. Wonder Woman had grown used that reaction, considering her revealing costume and stunning beauty. Today, the heroine fidgeted nervously under the examination of these men, hoping they were not recalling how she had looked stripped of her costume. The amazon swallowed hard and nearly gasped when she saw that among the reports of Rever that were open the desk were eight by tens of her writhing naked body in full view of this room full of men.

Thankfully, Steve rescued her from further embarrassment. "Do you mind?" he said coldly to his colleagues as he gathered up the photos and shoved them into a folder, blessedly out of sight.

"Yes," continued the director, an older gentleman who smelled of cigar smoke, "thank you for coming, Wonder Woman, you of course have our sympathies for your ordeal." mumbled agreement echoed around the room. The heroine felt like she had caught small boys looking through girlie magazines and fought to keep from blushing.

Clearing his throat, the director continued through the awkwardness, "we expect the call should be coming through anytime, now."

Right on cue, the phone rang and the director put it on the speaker for the whole room to hear. "Hello," he answered nervously.

"Yes it's me. Since you're undoubtedly tracing this call, I'll make this quick. Please be so kind as to not interrupt or try and keep me on the line. I assure you that would be catastrophic," answered Rever's familiar voice over the speaker, which gave the sound a metallic quality, eerily reminding Wonder Woman of the voice that had tormented her the night previous.

"To come right to the point," she continued, "I want five million in unmarked, untraceable currency in exchange for my remote detonator and the locations of each on my devices. I want this delivered to me within two hours."

"Spare me your protests about getting together the cash," she interrupted the director who was about to do just that, "we all know that this trifling amount should pose no obstacle. Also, I want this delivered by Wonder Woman."

"Does she have to deliver it naked?" inquired the director seriously, causing the heroine to gasp and her face to redden. All eyes once again leered vulgarly at her. Embarrassed, she crossed her arms over her breasts involuntarily.

"Pig." answered Rever, "I want her because she is the only one fast enough to complete my delivery instructions and evade any pursuit. I do not want her followed to me. I'll fax my first instruction to you in one minute. Remember, five million and no trouble or this historic city becomes history." The call ended with a click.

The room erupted in a flurry of activity. Some were calling to see if the call had been successfully traced. It hadn't. Others worked to see if the five million could be raised quickly. It could.

The director, Steve and the rest decided quickly to pay the amount and ensure the safety of the city. They could track the madwoman down later. Little discussion was spent on whether this was bluff. Rever's knowledge and expertise were easily verified. And, as Rever had intended, her victory and domination of one of the world's heroes was proof of her will.

Also as Rever had predicted, the money was not much of a concern in a city where project costs were measured in billions. Wonder Woman knew that the money was secondary, Rever just wanted to win.

Within minutes, Wonder Woman was handed black satchel containing the ransom and the fax with the first instruction. She was to go to a specific pay phone at the Washington Monument, and there receive her next instruction. With the director's and the other officials' invocations of good luck, the heroine sped away on foot faster than any vehicle could hope to follow.

At the pay phone, she found another note. This one sending her to Arlington National Cemetery and yet another instruction. For the next two hours, Wonder Woman dashed through the chill night air from one location to another evading any chance at pursuit. Finally, the heroine followed the last note to an abandoned farm in the Virginia countryside.

The tall blonde was leaning on a red convertible. She was dressed as Wonder Woman had last seen her.
Short, tight skirt and matching jacket. Her long legs and slender form were displayed to her fullest. She stood at the Amazon's approach holding up a small black box with a single red button, the detonator.

"Good, you made it. You nearly ran out of time." observed Rever as Wonder Woman came closer, gasping for breath from her mad sprint. "That's close enough. No surprises, remember."

Rever turned and snatched a duffel bag from the seat of the car. She tossed it to Wonder Woman. "Would you be so kind as to transfer the money for me. I do hope that there is no nasty ink bomb or any other foolishness in that case."

Wonder Woman did as the madwoman ordered, thankfully nothing did happen when the case was opened.
"You won't get away with this, they'll find you," she said as she moved the bundles of cash from one bag to the other.

"Oh, I suspect the pursuit won't be that vigorous. Considering the tiny amount I'm asking and the prototypes I leaving to the defense department, I think they'll realize they're getting off cheap." grinned the blonde villain.

"That won't keep me from coming after you," fumed the heroine, "after what you did to me, I'll never stop looking for you."

"You surprise me Wonder Woman. After today, I would think you would have learned a valuable lesson.
Didn't you see the faces of the people ogling you while you were stripped and humiliated?" smirked Rever,
"these morons have been fantasizing about you for years. The twisted perverts would rather see you naked than see you save their pathetic lives. I had thought you would consider retirement rather than waste time helping these ungrateful perverts. You ought to be grateful to me for showing you the light."

River's face darkened, "and if you come after me, I'll be happy to teach you again."

Wonder Woman had no response, as she had thought the very thing during this humiliating day. She finished without comment and tossed the full duffel back to Rever, whose eyes brightened, at her victory. "Excellent, now there is the little matter of what to do with you while I put some distance between myself and the Feds."

She motioned the heroine to follow her and led her to an old tool shed attached to the side of the barn. "I thought this would do nicely to hold you for a little bit. Of course, I'll need you to take off that belt."
When Wonder Woman hesitated, Rever held up the detonator, "remember who's in the driver seat here.
Now toss if over or I create the Gulf of Washington."

Frowning, Wonder Woman removed her belt for the second time and gently tossed it to the blonde, who let it fall to the dirt.

"Very good," said Rever grinning, "Now, for old times sake, peel off the rest."

"Not again!" cried the shocked heroine, "You can't be serious!"

"Absolutely. You have no idea how much fun it is to bring down one of you high and mighty heroines.
Don't worry, this time, it really is just us, provided you can pry open that rotted old door before you're found. Now, strip!" said Rever with unconcealed mirth.

When Wonder Woman once again hesitated, the blonde said with a sigh, "very well, I did want to see what my little beauties could do." and held up the detonator.

"Wait! All right! I'll do it, you fiend," cried the resigned heroine.

Unable to bear the sight of the smirking villain, Wonder Woman turned her back. She reached behind and began unclasping her bustier. As quickly as she could manage, the heroine pulled down her top to bare her beautiful breasts to the chill night air. Letting her top fall to the dirt, the shivering Amazon grasped the waistband of her tight shorts and slid them down her legs, giving the leering Rever a view of her round tight buttocks as she stepped out of the blue spandex.

The heroine quivered with embarrassment and anger. "I see you've healed up quite nicely," she heard the smirking blonde laugh. "Now in the shed, you should be able to find something to open the lock fairly quickly, and if not, I'm sure there's a transmitter in that satchel. I think the Feds will have no trouble finding you, though I'm sure you'd rather not be found like this again."

With a final wicked laugh and a sadistic slap to the heroine's bare ass, Wonder Woman was shoved ungracefully inside the darkened tool shed. She heard the wooden door slam shut behind her and a click of the lock being closed.

The Amazon heard a muffled voice through the door. "That should hold you. I'll leave the detonator and a list of the locations in the satchel. Truthfully, it's been a pleasure, Wonder Woman. Sadly, I'm afraid this is goodbye, for the last time, if you have any sense."

Wonder Woman waited shivering naked in the dark. She heard the car start up and the crunch of gravel as it pulled away. Calmly, she counted to five, and with a powerful blow knocked the tool-shed door off its hinges. Smiling, she opened her fist to reveal the clasp of her magic belt. This small little piece contained a fraction of the magic of Paradise Island contained in her belt, but more than enough to allow her to free herself from the rotting wood of the shed. Her ruse had come to her as she repaired the magic belt the previous afternoon. The plan didn't go completely as she had hoped; she hadn't planned to be stripped naked once again. Thankfully, she had been able to palm the small clasp as she was forced to peel off her clothes.

Wonder Woman worked quickly. She ran to the satchel, still in her birthday suit. Inside she found the detonator and a list of seven addresses as promised. The heroine noted with disgust that the addresses were all hospitals, churches or schools. Closing the satchel, the heroine sprinted back to where her clothes lay in the dirt, her muscular body gleaming naked in the moonlight, and snatched them up. She held her bustier over her bare breasts with one hand and stepped into her shorts. With an audible sigh of relief, Wonder Woman pulled the blue spandex up over her hips, covering her nakedness once again. Seconds later, the re-dressed heroine sped off after the fleeing villain.

The blond scientist was speeding through the farming country when the Amazon caught up with her.
Wonder Woman crashed into the trunk of the little red sports car, crushing the axle and sending it spinning out of control. The panic stricken Rever was fighting to control the car when she felt a powerful hand grasp the back of her jacket and pull her free just as the auto careened into a tree with a tremendous crash.

When she saw who was holding her, the beautiful blond gasped in shock, "You! It's only been a few minutes, how could you have gotten free? You were beaten!" She kicked and fought futilely at the Amazon's powerful grip.

Wonder Woman looked at the struggling beauty. "I ought to tear you limb from limb. How dare you do that to me? You stripped me and put me on display for the whole world." yelled the heroine, fighting her growing rage.

Rever ceased her desperate struggle. "Please don't kill me," she begged realizing she may have pushed Wonder Woman to the limit of whatever super-heroine code prevented her from killing the bad guys. "I give up. Just take me to the authorities. Y-you win," she stammered.

"Just take you in? So you can be a hero to the under-world community? I don't think so. You need to be defeated in the same manner you beat me. As they say, 'turnabout is fair play'," said Wonder Woman, her rage-filled expression becoming a sadistic grin.

"Wait. What.No!" screamed the captured villain as Wonder Woman pulled away her tight jacket and skirt with a loud rip, leaving her standing in a lacy black bra and panties. Before she could react, the heroine had pulled away the flimsy lace, revealing the large round breasts and blond triangle of her pussy.

Gasping, the naked villain tried to cover herself with her hands as her face reddened. "Now, march. We have a long walk back to the city and I don't want you to catch cold," ordered the triumphant Wonder Woman, "we'll see if we can find a switch along the way."

Picking up the duffel of ransom and the satchel with the detonator. Wonder Woman followed the cowering naked blonde and she shuffled down the country road, shivering in the cold wind.

**End **

Prologue:

In an upscale Washington sauna, Eddie sighed with satisfaction. Clad only in a towel, he sucked on a fifty- dollar cigar, as a buxom masseuse rubbed his blubbery shoulders. He had done pretty well in the past few days, since he received that late-night call from the Rever woman. The five million he had made selling the pictures and video of Wonder Woman had to be some sort of record. All he had to do is find a nice island to retire on.

He felt a chill even through his layers of fat. "Close that window, sweetheart. The last thing I need is too catch pneumonia."

He felt strong hands return to their rubbing. "Hey, that's a little rough, babe. Lighten up or its no tip," Eddie whined over his shoulder.

"What the." Eddie yelled as a powerful hand closed around his fat neck and jerked him into the air. The hand turned him to face a six-foot, beautiful, enraged Amazon.

"How's this.Sweetcheeks?" Wonder Woman coldly glared at the sleaze-merchant.

The cigar fell from Eddy's mouth to the floor, where his towel now lay, and, very nearly, the contents of his bowels.

"L-look I-I didn't mean any." he began.

"Quiet," the heroine interrupted through clenched teeth. Carrying the blubbery reporter like a rag doll, Wonder Woman leapt to windowsill and out into the night sky.

Holding him by throat against the building, Wonder Woman closed the window, as Eddie nervously eyed the five-story drop that extended past the narrow ledge.

"I hear you've done very well, Eddie. Time for you to share your wealth." the heroine pulled a piece a paper from her belt and stuck it in Eddy's greasy paw. "That's a list of six charities, battered women's shelters, feminist groups etc. in need of substantial donations. And by substantial, I mean at least a million dollars. I'm sure you want to help." Wonder Woman smiled prettily.

"B-but I only made." Eddie stammered.

"Then I guess you better think of something, because you definitely do not want a visit from me again," the heroine threatened menacingly. With a final pat on the reporter's blubbery cheek, she leapt from the ledge into the cool Washington night.

End