Wonder Woman's Gallant Knight

Author: GW
Time to Read:77min
Added Date:12/3/2024
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Tags: Wonder Womann/c

Lt. Diana Prince befriends a young street urchin with unforseen results.

Although just oozing with syrupy sentimentality, this story contains violence, M/F rape, F/F N/C and F/m erotic scenes. It is meant for and should only be read by mature adults.

Gerry Mulligan stood shivering on the cold Washington street corner. It was getting late, and there was no one in sight, but he was shouting: "Read all about it, New battle in Pacific!"

Then he saw a tall, female figure approaching from the old War Department Building. It was a customer he knew and liked, Lt. Prince. She'd been working late as usual.

"Hi, Lt. Prince! How are y' tonight? Paper? " Gerry called out heartily, as the woman approached. He was glad to see her. When she first began stopping for a paper each night, her stern, unbending appearance intimidated him. Over the last months, though, he'd discovered a real lady beneath her austere facade. She often stopped and chatted for a few moments; even though Gerry could see she was usually exhausted from working so late. She always had something interesting to say, and never talked down to him, the way most older people did. Gerry had come to look forward to their brief chats. Sometimes, he had the feeling Lt. Prince did too. "Why sure Gerry! I'll take one" She answered cheerily. But as she paid him and he handed her the change, the tall spinsterish woman looked closely at the boy. Gerry often caught a twinkle in the shrewd, blue eyes, behind those thick lenses she wore. When she smiled, you forgot the frumpy look of her uniform and ugly, no-nonsense knot of hair. Even with no lipstick, Gerry noticed her mouth was ripe pink, and had a good-natured twist to it. As she stared at him tonight, though, there was a slight frown, and a look of concern in her blue eyes.

"Are you all right Gerry? Is something bothering you? You're out awfully late!' Diana Prince asked. She sounded genuinely worried about the boy.

"Aww, I 'm fine Lieutenant. Things couldn't be better!" Gerry said with a false bravado. He hated to bother other people with his problems, and his Mother had taught him to be fiercely proud about begging or even accepting charity.

"Do you have a place to stay tonight, Gerry?" Diana Prince asked, glancing shrewdly, at his bundle of belongings. It was half hidden in the packing case, Gerry used as a counter to sell his papers, but Lieutenant Prince never seemed to miss much. Gerry looked at the ground, not answering.

"C'mon, Gerry! You can tell me!" Lt. Prince went on in her prim voice, but he somehow could tell she really cared.

Gerry looked around desperately, but there was no place to hide. He looked at his feet. He thought of fibbing, but he couldn't lie to someone he liked. He had the feeling too, Lt. Prince would be a pretty hard person to fool. Finally he blurted it out.

"Well my landlady got a chance to rent my room, for about three times what I was paying, because of the housing shortage. Anyway she tossed me out. I guess, I can't blame her; she has a family to feed and needs the dough." Gerry said in a rush.

"Oh Gerry! That's terrible!' Lt. Prince said. She hesitated a moment, as though weighing the pros and cons of a difficult decision; then added. "Look, I've got a sofa in the living room at my apartment, you can use that tonight!"

"Aaww, no! I don't want to be no bother, Lieutenant."

"You won't be any bother, Gerry! An old-maid spinster like me, is glad to have a man to walk her home.

"Aaaw, Lt. Prince, you're no old maid! You just work too hard, and don't fix yourself up none. I bet you're a real looker in swell clothes 'stead o' that uniform!" Gerry said gallantly, almost believing it.

"You're quite a flatterer, Gerry Mulligan. It must be you're Irish charm. I'll have to be careful you don't sweep me right off my feet!" Diana Prince retorted wryly. Then she added, more briskly. "Come on! Lets get going! This was your last paper, anyway!"

Diana Prince spoke with such smooth, self-assured authority, that Gerry didn't know how to get out of it. He moved the packing case out of the way, against the wall, and picked up his scanty bundle of belongings. Then he slung his paper carrier's sack over his shoulder He used it sometimes to deliver papers to his good customers on the block.

Diana rarely missed much and noticed it still seemed kind of heavy. Gerry saw her glance and said defensively. "Just a little insurance!" He opened the sack and showed her the heavy, plumber's wrench inside. He did so reluctantly, because he knew from bitter experience, most grownups looked askance at armed teenagers. "This can be a tough neighborhood this time o' night!"

Diana Prince just shrugged and murmured. "I understand!"

Gerry sighed in relief, and said "You're an ace, Lt. Prince!"

Later in Lt. Prince's kitchen, Gerry was sipping hot chocolate, and mixing orange food coloring into white, wartime oleomargarine, so it would look yellow, like butter. Of course it would still taste awful. Lt. Prince in loose white blouse and bulky navy blue skirt scrambled powdered eggs.

"Please Gerry, call me Diana!" Diana Prince told Gerry for the third time.

"Geez you're great, Lieut..! I mean Diana. A lot of people would have sent me to Juvenile Hall, or tuned me over to some old maid social worker."

"Well, back where I come from, people help each other, and don't run to the government for help!" Diana said.

"Where is that?" Gerry asked.

"Oh its pretty far from here! You 've probably never been there." Diana answered absently, as though preoccupied by scooping scrambled eggs onto the plates. It was the first time Gerry noticed his new friend being evasive. After they had eaten the food, Diana pulled the living room couch out from the wall, for Gerry.

The two of them began to look forward to their meeting on the windy corner each night, and to the walk back to Diana's apartment together. They usually ended up in Diana's kitchen, where they took turns cooking.

"Most men, I've met, don't seem to cook." Diana said one night, when Gerry managed a delicious western egg omelet from powdered eggs and a few other odds and ends from her refrigerator.

"Aw I used to try an' help Ma when she got sick, an' then I'd try to cook on a hot plate in my room before I got the heave-ho. It's a pleasure cooking in a real kitchen like this, though. My Dad always told me a man oughta be able to cook well enough t'feed himself, if he hadda'."

Diana seemed glad for Gerry's company, in the evenings. She listened to his story about his father, a career marine killed at Pearl Harbor on the first day of the war, and about his mother who died soon after. He'd had a little sister too, but she died before the war. Gerry told her about his efforts to avoid truant officers and social workers. Instead of disapproving, Diana laughed sympathetically. She never acted like Gerry had come to expect grownups to act. In return, Diana would tell him exciting tales from the books she'd read or things she'd heard.

Sometimes, Diana told Gerry stories of Greek mythology and ancient times. She told them so vividly, that Gerry thought she must an expert. It was almost as though she'd been there. She was a wonderful story teller, and Gerry listened in rapt attention. Sometimes they just talked, and it seemed to Gerry, the stern looking, older woman was as young as he was. He asked her how she knew so much about ancient Greece. He told her "Y'know I got some books from the library, but they didn't seem near as exciting as your stories."

"Well, when people translate the stories into English, sometimes they leave out a lot." Diana explained.

"D'ya mean you read them in the original Greek?" Gerry asked incredulously. "You understand Ancient Greek!"

"Oh, almost as though it were my native language." Diana answered with a cryptic grin. Gerry remembered he sometimes thought he'd caught just a hint of a foreign accent in Diana's voice, although nobody else seemed to notice.

Another night, Gerry shyly told Diana about his admiration for Wonder Woman.

"Oh, I don't know if she's so wonderful!" Diana teased. Gerry launched into an impassioned recital of Wonder Woman's accomplishments.

"O.K. O. K. I give up!" Diana laughed. Then she added: "I think you have a crush on this Wonder Woman!" Gerry didn't answer, but his face got red and he stopped talking.

"I'm sorry, Gerry!" Diana said, immediately, sorry for having teased the boy about something so important to him. As he'd got to know Diana better, Gerry noticed the kindly she didn't seem to have any social life. He took this opportunity to ask: "Do you have any boyfriends Diana?"

"No, I guess not!" She said softly, realizing she was a little embarrassed to admit it.

"What about that Steve guy?" Gerry went on.

"Oh, he's my boss!" Diana laughed. "I don't think he even knows I'm alive, outside of work. I think he's like you; he's got a crush on Wonder Woman." Diana went on a little ruefully.

"Aaww, he don't know what he's missin' right under his nose. Why you're a real classy dame...Oh sorry I mean lady." Gerry said in embarrassment.

"Maybe if I was more of a dame, I'd do better with boyfriends." Diana answered wryly. "But thank you for the compliment. Kind Sir!" She said with a graceful curtsey, and then added. "If its not just some more of your Irish blarney Gerry Mulligan.

"Naw, Diana its no blarney, you're a Classy Lady and you couldn't be no dame, even if you wanted to, 'cause you are too classy." Diana colored a little at the obvious sincerity in Gerry's voice and looked the other way.

One Friday night, Diana said to Gerry. "Have you ever been riding?"

"Horses you mean?" Gerry answered. "No!"

"Can you get up, real early tomorrow. I heard about this place over in Virginia that has really good horses for rent; not like the poor hacks you get in most commercial stables. I managed to get the morning off, tomorrow. Oh its been so long since I was riding! I can't wait!"

"Yeah, sure, O.K. That'd be great!" Gerry said, responding to the eagerness in Diana's voice, rather than to any real desire to ride a horse next morning. He sure didn't want to risk falling off a horse in front of Diana.

"Oh well! She'll be a better sport about it, than most people." He philosophized.

When Diana called him, next morning, she was already dressed in bulky, oversized riding pants and boots, and a loose, tweed jacket, over a bulky sweater. "Well it's a different kind of frumpiness, anyway!" Gerry thought unkindly, crawling off his warm couch a half hour before sunrise. Then was sorry he'd thought it, Diana looked so eager.

"C'mon, come on, hurry up!" She begged, like a little kid prompting a lethargic parent. They went to the garage, around the corner, where Diana kept her twelve year old Model A Ford. Gerry had only known her to drive it a couple of times since they'd become friends.

"Oh I hate to use the gas!" Diana said. Gerry knew she gave most of her ration coupons to friends. "Oh well, its just this once!" She said. "The heck with it!"

Sitting beside Diana in the narrow front seat, Gerry watched her drive with nonchalant confidence, really fast, shifting ears with quick neat precision, all the time she was chattering and laughing. Gerry had never seen her so happy; her face glowed

"Gee! She really does have a beautiful complexion." Gerry thought, as he also noticed her big, dark blue eyes shining behind her thick glasses. When they got to the horse farm, Diana looked over the horses with a keen eagerness. All of the horses were in one field, except for a big, black one that was fenced off from the others. Diana headed right for the black horse.

"Ma'am, that horse is a killer. I wouldn't let anyone ride him. He's thrown three people and the last one, he nearly trampled." Diana paid no attention to what the man was saying. She walked quickly to the wooden fence. It was about five feet high. She casually put one hand on the top rail, and lightly vaulted over the fence.

"Holy cow!" Gerry thought. "How'd she do that?" Once over the fence, Diana made a strange nickering sound. The big horse looked at her, made a snorting expression with his face, and then swaggered over to the girl who looked very small standing alone in his field.

"Geez, I wish she'd get out of there." Gerry worried, "He is a mean looking devil!" Diana pulled a carrot from her pocket and held it on the palm of her hand. The horse looked at it disdainfully for a moment, then leaned over and politely took it from her hand. As he did, Diana whispered in his ear. Still chewing the carrot, the horse pushed his head against her, and nuzzled her. She patted his cheek and whispered again. She turned to the proprietor and said. "I'll take Devil, here."

The man was looking at her open mouthed "O.K. Ma'am! It appears you know what you're doing. I hope you do, but you'll have to saddle him yourself. I'm not going near him."

"Done!" Diana said and led Devil to the stable. As she walked away, the man muttered. "How'd you know his name?" Diana turned her head with a laugh, and said. "Oh he told me, when he introduced himself, naturally." The man just shook his head.

While she was saddling the horse, the man said. "What about you, Young Fellow?"

"Well I'd like kind of a tame horse that... well the opposite of that one." Gerry answered nodding at Devil.

"I got just the horse, for you, Son." The man led out a tired looking horse that looked at Gerry with what seemed good natured contempt.

"This is Daisy!" The man said. "She can do a lot more than she lets on, but she's real gentle. Nobody ever fell off her yet." The man helped Gerry into the saddle. By then, Diana rode Devil out of the barn. He pranced along as docile as a family dog. Diana looked at Gerry's horse, rode over, leaned down and whispered in Daisy's ear, as she'd done with Devil.

"What did you tell her?" Gerry asked dubiously.

"I asked Daisy to keep up with Devil. She can, if she wants to, but she doesn't like to show off; and to make sure you didn't fall off." Diana laughed

"All that in one whisper?" Gerry said.

"All that in one whisper! Horses aren't as long-winded as people!" Diana answered seriously. For the next three hours, they rode like the wind, jumping fences every few yards, it seemed to Gerry. He'd been on roller coasters that were a lot less scarey than a horseback ride with Diana. Somehow though, no matter what, he stayed in the saddle. By the time the ride was over, Gerry was certain the only way that miracle could have happened was if Daisy really had done it, as a favor to Diana.

Finally, when it was getting too late to continue, Diana led them back to the barn. Gerry saw a tear in Diana's eye, as she said goodby to the two horses. Before they left, Diana took the owner to one side, and Gerry saw her write a check and give it to him. She'd already paid cash for the rental. In the car back Gerry looked at her in openmouthed amazement.

"Diana, you are something!" Gerry blurted out. She laughed. "Oh I just like horses." I know." Gerry replied, "I saw you giving that man that check. You bought Devil, didn't you?"

"What if I did?" She retorted. "I don't know when I'll get a chance to ride again, but I don't want him mistreated. Then in a small, guilty voice she added. "I bought Daisy too. She's such a darling. She did just what I asked her. Of course, you can't really own a horse. Its just a convenient legal fiction, in your society, for your partnership with them." Gerry's only comment to that was "Oh!" One night, a few days later, Gerry asked Diana, if she knew any stories about knights. "Well."She replied. "I know some stories. Most of my favorite stories of chivalry are about an Italian knight. Her name was Bradamant."

"Her name?" Asked Gerry. "I thought knights were men."

"Some were, of course!" Diana said with a grin. "But Bradamant was a girl. She wasn't the only one either; she had a friend Marfisa, who was a Knight too. At first she and Marfisa were enemies, because Bradamant thought Marfisa was after the man she loved. They had a big fight, but then they found out Marfisa was really Rugierio's sister."

"Rugierio was the man Bradamant loved." Diana added in explanation.

Gerry gaped in wide-eyed amazement, as Diana began to tell him, the whole of Ariosto's Orlando. As her excitement mounted, sometimes she'd quote entire stanzas in antique Italian, and then translate them for Gerry. It was four in the morning, before Diana finally finished. They were both yawning, but still talking eagerly; Gerry asking questions after question; and Diana answering them.

"Gee Diana, you're smart!" Gerry said as they finally separated for bed.

"Oh I just like exciting stories." Diana said.

Another night, Diana was telling Gerry a story about amazons, when he suddenly asked. "Diana, is it true, uh you know, do Amazon's only like other Amazons? I mean, I know there are some girls who only like other girls. You know what I mean."

"What's the matter, are you afraid Wonder Woman only likes other Amazons?" Diana asked. She didn't say it snottily though, but sympathetically.

"Do you think she is like that?" Gerry asked seriously.

"Would it bother you, if she was?" Diana asked equally seriously.

"In a way I guess. I wouldn't think less of her for it, though. There were two ladies who lived together next door to us when my mother got sick, Miss Ada and Miss Florrie. They were both really great. They helped Mom with shopping and stuff and were always bringing food over. My Mom sorto' told me that they were like that. She said it isn't anybody's business, what other people do, as long as they didn't hurt anyone else. What's important is whether they're good people or not."

"You're Mother was a very wise woman, Gerry." Diana said sympathetically.

"Yeah she was!' Gerry answered and looked away a second. Then added: "It would be kind of sad though, if you knew Wonder Woman couldn't like you, even though I know there isn't a snowball's chance for Wonder Woman to like me anyway."

"Oh, you never know!" Diana smiled. "If she ever met you, I bet she'd like you as much as I like you. Anyway, I expect Amazons are pretty much like other women. Some of them, but not too many, only like other Amazons, as you put it. Most of them might be attracted to boys, but if there weren't any around, some of them might find substitutes. That's true of men too. It even happens on Navy ships."

"Yeah I know." Gerry said. "I overheard Dad talking about it to another Marine Sergeant, once. My Dad said he didn't give a Damn what other people did, but it was bad for discipline."

"My Mother is always saying things like that, too." Diana replied, and then added with a guilty giggle. "And sometimes, I even wondered which one she liked." She went on quickly to another topic. "Then of course, there might be some Amazons who just take care of the problem by themselves."

Gerry looked at Diana dumbly, for a moment, until the light dawned. "Ohh, do girl's do that, I thought only boys..." Then his face got red. "Not that I',,," He stammered.

Diana immediately felt sorry for his embarrassment. She patted his hand. "Oh don't get so upset, most everyone's done it, one time or another. I have too!" She admitted and she looked down at the kitchen table and her face was almost as pink as Gerry's

"Oh, then you're not .."

"Not what?" Diana asked. "Like one of those Amazons that like other Amazons, you mean. Would it bother you if I was, too? Or did you think I was one?"

"Well you do live alone, and you dress kinda deliberately plain, the way Miss Ada and Miss Florrie did." By now Diana was flushing even more deeply then Gerry had a moment before.

"Well even if I did like other girls, I might do it anyway, if there were no girls available. Actually though, I like boys!" Diana said. She hesitated a second and then taking a deep breath went on. "I did try the other way once, if you must know. I had a friend named Silvia. She was my best friend, from the time we were little girls. I didn't have any sisters or brothers, and I loved her just like a sister. We told each other every secret we had. She loved me too, but when we got old enough to think about these things, I realized it wasn't like a sister. She was so sad that I didn't love her the same way, that I finally let her do some things to me that she wanted to do. You don't need to know the details." Diana interjected. "Anyway, the things she did were kind of nice, but it really wasn't what I was looking for. In some ways it wasn't even as much fun as solving the problem myself. It was nice, though, to share it with her. When she found out I still didn't love her that way, it made it harder for us to be so close. She finally found a girl who loved her, her way. I was happy for her, and in a way kind of relieved. I still love Silvia and I've come to love her friend almost as much, but I've always missed being able to tell someone everything. Of course, I guess tonight I've told you just about every personal secret I have." Diana added sheepishly. Later alone in bed Diana thought. "Well, Big Mouth, you really spilled the beans tonight. Gee, he is such a nice kid though, I really trust him, and I get so lonely here, sometimes. If I'm not careful, though, I may really let the cat out f the bag." Gerry usually slept later than Diana, because he didn't have to be on his corner, until the early edition of the afternoon paper came out. One morning though, he half woke up and looked sleepily up from the couch. Diana was just going through the adjacent hallway, from her room to the bathroom. Her raven black hair was hanging loose down her back, and she didn't have her glasses on. She must have just finished her inevitable, hour long morning exercises because her skin was pink and glowing.

Gerry blinked in astonishment. "Why she's gorgeous!" He thought in amazement. Diana started to yawn, and covered her mouth prettily, then disappeared into the bathroom. Gerry pinched himself to stay awake, until the bathroom door opened again. When Diana came out her hair was pulled back in a tight, unbecoming bun, she had on her thick glasses, and she was the Diana he was used to.

"I hadn't oughta' have spied on her like that!" Gerry thought guiltily. "Geez, though, maybe I was dreaming but Diana looked as beautiful as Wonder Woman."

It was two nights later that Gerry saw a robbery across the street from his paper corner. He darted behind a mail box and watched. Just then, he saw Diana's tall figure come in sight. "Oh heck, she'll be right in the line of fire! How can I warn her?" Gerry agonized desperately, knowing the kindly, plain-faced girl had come to mean more to him than anyone living. The sharp-eyed Diana suddenly saw what was happening, though. Glasses or no glasses, her night vision was incredible. She darted into an alley. Gerry saw a flash of light from the alley. Then, a moment later Wonder Woman charged out of the same alley.

"Holy cow! Either I'm completely nuts, or Diana really is Wonder Woman!" Gerry muttered. The discovery didn't surprise him the way it would have before he'd come to know Diana, though. In a way it made sense. Gerry remained hidden, watching in awe, as the incredible Amazon Princess sped down the block, to the scene the robbery . With hardly a second's hesitation, she pulled a gleaming lariat from the golden belt around her slim, taut waist, and used it to rapidly capture and subdue the stickup man. He didn't even have time to use his gun.

Gerry watched until the police arrived. Wonder Woman turned the criminal over to them. They put the criminal in the squad car and took the victim along too, to make a statement at the station house. After they were gone, when Wonder Woman was alone, she quickly retraced her steps to the alley. She looked both ways and then went into it. Gerry saw the same, odd flash of light, again. Several moments later, Diana peeked around the corner of the alley. Seeing no one in sight, she walked nonchalantly onto the sidewalk and down the street.

Just then Gerry came out from behind he mailbox. Diana gave a startled look when

she saw him. For a second, there was a half-guilty look on her face, but then she broke into a broad smile of recognition. When she reached him, Diana said. "Oh Gerry, you're still here. Thank goodness you're O. K.! I saw a robbery across the street there, and hid in the alley down the street until it was over. Those things really scare me."

"Oh you missed it then!" Gerry said, still excited. It was still hard for him to accept Diana as Wonder Woman and he started to tell her about the robbery. "It was great! Wonder Woman was there. She caught the robber. I was hiding behind the mail box, here. I saw it all."

Diana looked at her young friend speculatively. "Did she have her invisible plane?" She asked innocently.

"I didn't see that." Gerry answered. It was more like she was walking in the neighborhood. She came out of that alley down the street. At first I though it was the alley you were in, but it must have been the one next to it, huh?" Gerry looked over at her and smiled shyly.

"Must have been!" Diana answered, with another grin, grateful that Gerry was giving her time to think out all the ramifications of telling him everything. Deep down she wanted to kick herself for being so careless. She was deeply worried about the danger the knowledge might put Gerry in. They walked the rest of the way home, elaborately and awkwardly, discussing the weather. The two friends skated around the subject for the next few days. Then, almost a week later, as they were walking home together, Gerry said quietly. "Diana, I know we sort of silently agreed not to talk about it, but you see that black car back there, going kind of slow, behind us? Well, I've noticed that same car was following you last night too. There's two men and a woman in it. They look kinda' suspicious to me. It might be more of a job for Wonder Woman, if you, by any chance, know how to get hold of her."

Diana grinned. "This wouldn't just be a chance for you to see your hero Wonder Woman up close again, would it?"

"Aaww Diana you know I wouldn't do somethin' like that!" Gerry said, feeling just a little guilty, because the idea of seeing Wonder Woman up close did excite him, even if she really was his chum, Diana.

Diana stopped and knelt down as though retying her shoe lace, and unobtrusively glanced back at the car. Gerry remembered how many times, before he guessed the reason, he'd almost blurted out. "Geez Diana, why do you have to wear those shoes like my gramma used to wear, and those thick, tan, cotton stockings, all baggy around the ankles? It makes your legs look like table legs. No wonder that Steve guy thinks your part of the office furniture." He'd always bit his tongue, though. He could never come out and say something that would hurt Diana's feelings. He'd learned that even though she seemed so confident and competent, she was very sensitive. He'd sometimes see tears behind her glasses, when even a stranger, said anything mean to her.

As these thoughts flashed through Gerry's mind, Diana stood up and said. "O. K. I think you're right about the car. I'm going in that alley and see if I can"get hold" of Wonder Woman." She winked at Gerry as she said it. "You keep on walking, though, as if nothing happened. Don't run, but get as far away as you can. You don't have bulletproof, Amazon bracelets, like Wonder Woman does."

"O. K.!" Gerry answered, disappointed that he might miss seeing Wonder Woman in action at close range. He knew, though, that Diana always seemed to know what she was talking about. As Diana disappeared into the alley, he started up the street again, although he did drag his feet some.

But when Diana disappeared into the alley, the car speeded up, until it came even with Gerry. Too late, Gerry tried to dodge into a nearby alley himself, but the two men jumped out of the car, and grabbed him, before he could get away. As Gerry struggled, he caught a glimpse of a flash of light from the other alley down the street, and he wasn't too scared. The woman got out of the car and stood to one side, watching, as the men worked to subdue Gerry. He put up a good fight, though, kicking and punching them, until one man hit him with the side of a pistol. Gerry saw stars, and the man twisted his arm behind his back, and put the gun to his head. "Stand still, you little bastard!" He ordered in a guttural bark.

A second later, Wonder Woman sped out of the alley. She glanced up the street, and saw Gerry struggling with the two men. Suddenly, her heart leaped into her throat. "Oh no! They've got Gerry! Dear Hera, how could I have been so stupid? I thought they were after me."

Forgetting everything, but her concern for her young friend, Wonder Woman dashed heedlessly down the street. By the time she reached the spot where the woman was standing, one of the men was holding a gun to Gerry's head.

"Halt there!" The man with the gun barked. "Or I will shoot the boy."

Wonder Woman halted indecisively. "Please Hera! Don't let them hurt Gerry!" She breathed fervently. In her sick fear for Gerry, she concentrated all her attention on the man with the gun, paying scant attention to the squat woman, who was, now, right behind her. Suddenly the woman smashed a blackjack into the base of Wonder Woman's skull. The gallant, Amazon Princess stumbled forward a step or two, but then fell to her knees. Even as Wonder Woman's legs buckled, the woman unsnapped the clasp of her Amazon Girdle, source of her extraordinary powers.

As Wonder Woman felt her powers drain away, her dazed mind snapped back to full reality. "Merciful Minerva! She has Hera's Girdle. Got to get it back!" Wonder Woman jumped to her feet and grabbed desperately for the girdle, just as the woman tossed it to her male accomplice.

"Carl, lock that in the car trunk, where she can't get at it!" The woman snapped. "We lost this Yankee Bitch once before, when some fool waved it under her nose after we captured her! Hans you just hold on to that boy! Leave this bitch to me! Now that I have stripped away her super powers, I can easily handle this Yankee trash! It will be a pleasure to show her what a woman of the Master Race can do!"

"Ja Frau Colonel!" Snapped the man holding the Amazon Girdle, but rather a slow thinking individual, he stood there a minute holding the Golden Girdle and the attached Magic Lasso in his hands.

Seething with fury, Wonder Woman wanted more than anything to wipe that smirk off that arrogant woman's face. Hera's Girdle, the greatest treasure of Paradise Island, entrusted to her by her Mother, the Queen of the Amazons, as a sacred obligation, was, of course, the paramount objective. Without even thinking, Wonder Woman started to race toward the man holding it. Her long, red-booted legs were still trembling from the shock of the brutal blow to the base of her skull, though, and before she could take more than two steps, the female Nazi Colonel caught Wonder Woman's arm from behind, and spun her around .

"Come back Fraulein Amazon! Colonel Euta is not finished with you yet! I must bind you and make you my prisoner." The woman, calling herself Colonel Euta, chortled.

Wonder Woman's cobalt-blue eyes blazed dangerously, and she retorted. "I'm not your prisoner yet, you Nazi Witch, and you'll find binding an Amazon is no easy task." Exerting all her imperious will, the raven haired Amazon ignored the shakiness in her legs, as Euta menacingly raised hr pudgy fists,. Before Wonder Woman could concentrate her depleted strength, Euta was on her, letting loose a flurry of awkward looking punches. Even without her full Amazon powers, Wonder Woman could have dealt with the clumsy attack easily, if her reflexes were not still retarded by the cowardly blow to her head. Her arms moved too slowly, and Euta's fists drove through her defenses, striking her mid-section with surprising power.

Wonder Woman gagged and choked as Euta's fists drove into her unprotected belly. Powerfully ridged, abdominal muscles went limp, and turned to mushy softness. The gallant Amazon almost passed out from the force of Euta's punches.

Her tall Junoesque form broke at the waist. Her knees knocked together, and her arms fluttered aimlessly. As she tottered back a step, the Nazi Colonel seized the blue and gold bodice of Wonder Woman's brief costume and pulled the bigger woman up close to her. Her piggy eyes glared triumphantly up into her foe's face. She smashed her fist into Wonder Woman's jaw. Then her fat knee drove upward, like a jackhammer into Wonder woman's defenseless lower body. She struck, again and again, until Wonder Woman thought the pain would never stop. Breathless, she gurgled helplessly, her lungs on fire for air. Her enormous bosom heaved and quivered in her anguish. Wonder Woman would have fallen, if Euta's hands hadn't braced her.

Holding Wonder Woman's doubled over body, with one hand, Euta callously smacked her across the face, snapping her head to one side. Seeing the effect on her enemy of one slap, Euta let loose with a volley of slaps, back and forth. Wonder Woman's head tossed this way and that, her long raven hair snapping in the night air. Her ears were ringing and her eyes blurred with tears of pain. A trickle of blood ran down her chin, from a cut on her full, pink, lower lip. She gasped breathlessly at the stinging pain. Euta backed Wonder Woman against the brick wall of the silent building.

Desperately, the battered Amazon tried to protect her face, and ward off the fierce barrage. Unable to reach her foe's face, Euta repeatedly drove her fist into Wonder Woman's midriff, with air hammer force. Euta's rough left hand pressed against her heaving bosom, pinning her to the wall. Wonder Woman's trembling, limp body absorbed the numbing barrage of gut punches like a sponge. When she tried to fend Euta off, she found she no longer had any strength in her strongly etched arms.

Much as she enjoyed punishing and dominating the hated Yankee superheroine, Euta knew this wasn't the time or place for personal pleasure. Duty to the Reich called. She finally released her foe's magnificent body. As soon as Euta withdrew her supporting hands, Wonder Woman pitched face first to the sidewalk. Her big, shapely body writhed on the cold pavement, as she sought to draw her long legs up under her, to somehow ease the awful cramps in her stomach. Gerry helplessly watched the Nazi woman beat Wonder Woman to the ground. He had a sick lump in his throat, seeing a hated Nazi triumph over the revered American Heroine, he idolized. Worse, was seeing his dear friend Diana enduring such a terrible beating. In addition to pain and suffering, Diana's eyes reflected sick shock, at finding out an evil, mortal woman could triumph over an Amazon Princess in combat. The gross Nazi woman knelt down, pressing her knee on the star-spangled girl's throat. She echoed her triumph, with a snarl and a sneer. "Ja Fraulein Yankee Superwoman. I whipped you good! Nein? It takes more than big, jiggling titties to win a fight with Euta!"

Wonder Woman struggled to get loose, but Euta's knee was immovable, crushing her white throat, as she helplessly kicked her long, red-booted legs. Euta pulled out her blackjack again. Gerry saw Diana flinch, involuntarily.

"Leave her alone you Gestapo Bitch!" Gerry cried. The Nazi woman laughed and smashed the blackjack across the side of Diana's head. Gerry heard Wonder Woman's small moan, and then her kicking legs dropped limply to the ground. Diana looked so small and helpless lying there, Gerry wanted to cry.

Colonel Euta rose from the still figure and rapidly removed Wonder Woman's Tiara and Amazon Bracelets. "Ja you won't stop any more bullets with these, Fraulein Wonder Woman!" She grunted in satisfaction. She replaced the Amazon Bracelets on Diana's wrists, with a pair of handcuffs pulled from her Trench Coat pocket. Then in a loud command, Euta ordered. "Get rid of that kid, and lets get her in the car. We've got what we want!" The Nazi holding Gerry dragged him into the nearest alley. Gerry saw a huge fist coming at his face. He moved his head a trifle and the fist grazed his jaw. He fell on the ground. He was dazed, but still awake. He knew enough to lie doggo, and the Nazi left him lying there in the dirty alley. As soon as the man was out of the alley, Gerry crawled to the edge and peeked out. The men were already shoving the helpless, unconscious Wonder Woman into the back seat of the car. The men pinned her between them in back, while Euta put the rest of Wonder Woman's gear in the car trunk, locked it, and got behind the wheel.

"Oh Geez I've got to follow them somehow! They'll kill Diana, or torture her, to make her talk." Was Gerry's agonized thought.

Even, as the car door slammed shut, Gerry crept out of the alley, staying low, so the three Nazis couldn't see him. As the car engine started, Gerry climbed onto the back bumper. He held on to the handle of the trunk. The car took off with a roar, and Gerry almost lost his grip. Somehow he held on. He still had his newspaper bag hanging round his neck, and the heavy wrench in the bottom banged painfully against his side. He was relieved to feel it was still there, though. It was a nerve- racking trip; the car traveled at high speed through the deserted city. With gas rationing in effect, auto traffic was almost nonexistent this late at night.

The car ran red lights, and swerved to avoid the occasional pedestrian. Gerry was getting sick to his stomach from the giddy ride. It was worse than trying to keep up with Diana on horseback. After about fifteen minutes, the car sped around a corner on two wheels. Gerry felt his fingers slipping. "Oh no!" He almost said aloud. It was no use; he flew through the air and landed in bruised pile on the curb.

Cursing himself for his clumsiness, Gerry watched the car speed away, down the street. Hurt though he was he picked himself up and made after it, hopelessly certain he'd never catch it. The red taillights were soon out of sight, but Gerry kept doggedly on, sometimes running, sometimes walking. As he tried to get his breath, all he could think of was Diana.

"If they hurt her, its my fault. If she wasn't so worried about me, she 'd never have let that Nazi Bitch snatch her belt like that." Gerry went on almost hopelessly for another half hour.

"I'll never find them now!" He lamented silently, nearly in tears. Then he saw the car. It was parked in a side street. He looked at it warily, then crept closer. It was empty. "Well they must be around here, somewhere." He thought. "Unless they switched cars, but they were using this car last night too. They must have thought it was safe." Methodically, Gerry began to search the neighborhood.

During the journey to the Nazi spynest, Wonder Woman gradually came to. She pretended she was still unconscious, though, hoping. "Maybe they'll give me a chance to get away, or get my girdle back, somehow!"

Diana heard the Nazi woman ask from up front. "Did you slit her friend's throat, in that alley, Hans?"

Wonder Woman's heart almost stopped in terror. "No, no, not Gerry!" She screamed silently

Hans mumbled something inaudible. "I asked you a question Hans!" The cold hard female voice snapped, again.

"Nein, Mein Colonel! I didn't think he was any threat."

"Thank Hera!" Wonder Woman breathed in silent thanksgiving.

"Ach! No you are right! You didn't think! Why do they give me such stupid, incompetent fools. Ja, I know, it is because I am a woman." Colonel Euta growled.

When Euta finally pulled the car up to the curb, she snapped. "I will get out first, and get her things from the trunk. Wait until I have gone inside for a minute, then bring the Yankee cow inside!" The woman's sneer grated on Diana's Amazon pride, still smarting from the beating Euta had given her.

"Hera forgive me!" Wonder Woman prayed. "How could I let that fat witch beat me up like that? Even without my girdle, I'm bigger and stronger than she is." As she agonized over her humiliating failure, Diana kept herself perfectly still. The thought of her Girdle so near was excruciating, but handcuffed, and pinned between the two Nazi's, there was nothing she could do right now, but bide her time.

Diana heard the trunk slam. She chanced a peek, and saw Euta outside the car window. Her arms were full, but she paused to slip the car keys into her trench coat pocket. A few moments later, the men roughly lifted Diana out of the car, and carried her into a small private house, set between two warehouses. The building belonged to an Axis sympathizer, and was used as a safe house by Nazi spies in the Nation's very Capital. . As they carried her through the door of the main room, Diana peeked again, and caught a glimpse of Euta bent over, and just locking a wooden chest in the corner. The fat Nazi hung the key from a chain around her neck. Diana realized she must get that key and get the chest open, to get back her things. In her present predicament, that might prove difficult, if not impossible. She racked her brain for some idea.

Now that the dangerous Amazon weapons were safely locked away, Euta pulled off her trench coat and slant-brimmed hat, and threw them on a chair. Beneath the coat, she wore a man's white shirt with epaulettes, short black skirt, much too short in view of her lumpy thighs, and knee-length jackboots. There was a short, riding whip stuck into the top of one boot. She'd tried to cinch her fat waist with a wide, leather belt, complete with holstered pistol Her mannish outfit grave her a pseudo- military air.

The men dumped Diana's inert body on a couch. She lay there, unmoving, in a twisted heap.

Colonel Euta snapped. "Take those handcuffs off her, and see if the little bitch is awake, yet!"

"I'll 'little bitch' you!" Wonder Woman seethed. One of the men unsnapped the cuffs and laid them aside. Then he shook her, but Diana still pretended to be unconscious. During her struggles with Euta, and in being carried by the two men, Wonder Woman's brief, blue satin tights, had become wedged in the tight crevice between her generous buttocks, leaving her provocative derriere nearly bare. The man callously slapped one of her muscular, nearly nude, bottom cheeks. The crack of his hand was audible throughout the room. Wonder Woman's big, blue eyes snapped open, in furious indignation. "How dare you? Keep you're filthy paws off me, you Ugly Ape!" She raged and sat up erect on the couch.

"Temper, temper, Fraulein!" Euta laughed. "So you are awake, after all. Bad Girl trying to fool us like that. We were worried about you." Wonder Woman glared at the Nazi. If only she could get her hands around that pudgy neck, she'd worry her, all right! The Colonel looked down at the angry Amazon speculatively, as though making a decision. She was thinking. "Without that girdle, she's harmless enough, even for these two dumbkoffs. She can't get the girdle, without the key, and I have that." Abruptly, she made up her mind.

"I have some work to do in my office." Euta said to her two flunkies. You two entertain our guest, if you wish. Don't kill her though, she is very valuable to the Reich."

Euta turned and left the room, thinking. "Let those two apes have their fun. That should soften that haughty bitch up. She'll be eager to cooperate with me, when they get finished with her."

Wonder Woman missed the significance of the Colonel's order. Despite, acute intelligence and wide reading about the outside world, Diana hadn't been away from her sheltered Amazon home long enough to lose all of her maidenly innocense. It never occurred to her, that any woman would deliberately encourage these two brutes to forcibly indulge their most bestial desires with another woman, against her will.

If anything, Euta's departure made Diana more optimistic. She looked around the room. "With these two guarding me, I should be able to escape. They're pretty stupid." Wonder Woman thought. Then she noticed the way they were looking at her. She felt he flesh crawl Suddenly, she wished her costume wasn't so revealing.

Hans licking his lips hungrily, came close to her. Diana could smell his offensive, unwashed body. She wet her lips nervously. She sat up in the sofa, tensely waiting to see what he'd do.

"Ja, Fraulein. You have big boobies!" He said. "I like big boobies. Why don't you show them to me?" The man reached out and rested his cupped hand on the golden eagle adorning Wonder Woman's abbreviated bodice.

"Get your hand off me, you filthy animal!" Wonder Woman shouted furiously.

The man smacked her across the mouth. "You have a big mouth Fraulein! Best you keep it shut!"

The slap stung her face, and Wonder Woman put her hand up to her mouth. The

man shoved his fingers into her bodice, and ripped it down to her waist. Wonder Woman jumped to her feet, enraged and indignant that any man would dare such liberties with an Amazon Princess. She crossed he arms over her bosom, covering her breasts protectively.

"You stay away from me!" She demanded shrilly. "If you dare touch me again, you'll pay dearly for it!"

"No, no! I don't think so, Fraulein. Do not cover your boobies! Let me see them!" The man made another move toward her, and Wonder Woman backed away. She was furious and indignant, but there was also a cold knot in her stomach, and her armpits were hot and wet with fear.

"I mustn't let this animal intimidate me!" Diana thought desperately. She gulped down the lump in her throat, and in the sternest voice of an imperious Amazon Warrior- Princess, lashed out coldly. "Get away from me! Now! Sit down in that chair, and don't ever come near me again!" She stamped her foot in fury to emphasize her royal command

Unfortunately the crude Nazi wasn't intimidated by Diana's bravado. He laughed coarsely in her face. "Oooooh! Such a hotheaded little spitfire!"

Just then, the other man came up behind her, and pressed himself against her back. Wonder Woman jumped, in alarm. She tried to move away, but Hans was directly in front of her blocking her path. The man behind her, wrapped his arms around her slender waist. Wonder Woman grabbed his wrists, but she couldn't pry his arms loose. As she struggled, she could no longer cover her generously abundant breasts. They bounced around her chest, wildly. Hans, the man in front of her, eyed them greedily. He worked his thumbs into her waistband, and slid her star-spangled, satin tights down her strong thighs, all the way past her knees. Her underpants went with them. Diana pulled one foot free of them so she could struggle better.

"How dare you!" Diana squealed shrilly. There was an edge of panic in her voice. The man in back pressed harder against her now naked buttocks. With a start of horror, Wonder Woman felt his penis ramming against her behind. Now Hans undid his belt, and dropped his pants, His big penis was fully erect, frighteningly erect. Wonder Woman looked at it in shocked fascination, like a bird mesmerized by a snake.

"He wouldn't dare!" She thought in horror. "This can't be happening to me!"

"Push the bitch closer Carl" Hans ordered. The man behind her let go of Diana's waist, and gave her a shove. Hans caught her, and pulled her close to him. His penis jabbed at her thighs. "Open your pussy, Bitch!" He demanded.

"Please! I'm a virgin!" Diana pleaded in a small scared voice, suddenly terrified of the two men.

"Hah!" Hans laughed. "There are no American virgins! All you Yankee bitches are whores!"

Then Carl grabbed Diana's arms from behind, pulling her up on tiptoe. "Please! Please, don't!" Diana begged. She was weeping now. Hans reached down and gripped her thighs. He lifted them up off the floor, and wrapped them around his waist, spreading her crotch. His penis stabbed at her, trying to find the opening.

"Hera protect me! Oh Hera protect me!" Wonder Woman wept hopelessly, until inevitably, the knob of Hans' penis found her labia.

"Nnoooooh!" Diana wailed, as he drove forward, She shrieked as his engorged member shot into her dry vagina, ripping open her hymen, spilling blood that lubricated it, for his easier entry.

"Ja, ja! The little Yankee bitch likes it, Carl. I feel it. She is all wet there! I told you they were all whores!"

"Its my blood, you stupid animal!" Wonder Woman wept. Hans plowed in and out of her body. "Oh, how dare he put that thing inside me?" Wonder Woman wept silently. Through her shock and pain, she prayed. "Oh Hera, please! Make him stop! Please! Get that awful thing out of me. I hate it inside me!"

Meanwhile, Carl was growing more and more excited and impatient. "Ja that dumbkoff! He'll take all night, before I get my turn." He muttered. He pressed up tight against Wonder Woman's back. He reached down and felt around, spreading her tight, hard buttocks apart, then guided his own throbbing penis, until he felt it touch the girl's anus.

The terrified Amazon felt it too. "Oh no! He wouldn't! Not there! Its too small!" She wept in agonized terror, but Carl was already ramming against her tight sphincter.

"No, no, pleease, please! " Diana wept. "Not there! Don't do it there! Ooh please, no!" Her heartrending pleas did no good. Carl held her hips tight. Diana was jammed against Hans, and his hard strokes rammed her back into Carl. At last, the tip of Carl's penis penetrated Diana's sphincter. The pain was atrocious, but the humiliation of it, was even worse. To these animals, she was hardly a woman, not even a human being; a sheep would have served them as well.

Finally, Wonder Woman felt Hans shoot a load of something hot, into her vagina.

"Ja, ja, good, good!" Hans muttered and pulled out of Diana's body. "Thank Hera for that much!" She thought. Momentarily satisfied himself, Hans had no thought of making his comrade's pleasure easier. He let Diana's body drop. She fell to the floor, on all fours. Carl followed her down, and crouched over her, ramming his penis in and out of her rectum. His arms were wrapped around Diana's waist and he played painfully with her breasts, tugging her nipples and squeezing them too hard, even pinching them. Diana's face lay on the floor, and she felt like she hated herself, almost as much as she hated the two Nazis, somehow blaming herself for their brutality.

Finally Carl, too, shot his semen into Diana's ravaged rectum, and pulled away from her. She fell over on her side, at least grateful to be herself again, as when an unwanted guest finally leaves your home. Hans looked at her, and broke into raucous laughter.

"Look at all the blood on her pussy, Carl! Maybe the little bitch was a virgin, after all. I would have paid plenty extra in a cathouse for a virgin, but now in the S.S. I get it all for free! Heil Hitler!"

"Ja!" Carl answered sourly. "You get virgin pussy, and all I get is back door. That's the army for you." The two men stood over Wonder Woman making jokes about her, as if she wasn't even there, as if she were a piece of meat.

The Hans ordered his subordinate. "Bring her over here, Carl! Lets see how the bitch gives head." Then Hans wiped the blood off his penis, and sat down in an old chair with the stuffing hanging out.

Carl tugged on Diana's hair like a leash, until, she crawled over to where Hans was sitting and crouched in front of him.

"How about giving me some head, Baby?" Hans snickered

" Wh-what?" Wonder Woman faltered, genuinely puzzled by what the brutish Nazi meant. Hans explained it to her, in brutally graphic detail.

Diana remembered a girlish phantasy she once had, after reading certain, ancient books of erotica, of doing something like that to someone she really loved. The reality of Hans was so far from her phantasy, that she almost laughed in bitterness. Hans big penis waved in front of her face, purplish and ugly, his baggy scrotum dangling between his legs

"He wants to put that thing in my mouth! I'd sooner die!"Diana gagged in disgust. "Go to hell!" She exploded indignantly. You pigs may have raped me, but you'll never make me cooperate with you!" Her blue eyes blazed furiously.

Hans stood up, pulled up his trousers, and buttoned the top button. For a moment Wonder Woman prayed her fiery refusal had convinced him. Instead, Hans drove his heavy work shoe into the kneeling girl's belly. He caught her completely off guard. Diana hugged her stomach in agony, trying to get her breath, almost passing out from the pain. Hans kicked her again. He couldn't reach her belly this time, and his toe crushed her jaunty breast, and knocked her over sideways. Hans kicked her again and again, with a methodical expertise, apparently born of long practice. From behind, Carl joined in too, kicking her in the kidneys.

"No more! No more" Diana's mind cried in agony, but she couldn't speak. Finally the men paused in their kicking for a moment. Hans looked down at her, and Wonder Woman silently nodded her head in defeat. They let the stricken girl lie there awhile, until she got her breath back. Meanwhile, Hans dropped his pants again, and sat waiting. "Ja let her get her breath back." Hans snorted. "She will suck better that way!"

Diana was too intimidated to refuse, but she was too hurt to move for some time. Finally, she managed to drag herself over to Hans, and kneel up in front of him. She looked miserably at his ugly penis, then bowed her head, and let him slide it between her bruised, pink lips. She closed her eyes in shame, as it entered her mouth. Hans shoved it deep inside, almost into her throat, until she could hardly breath.

"Suck it, you stupid cow!" Hans screamed at her, when she did nothing. Wonder Woman reluctantly sucked on his penis without enthusiasm.

"Close your mouth around it. Suck harder!" The brute screamed again. The forlorn young Amazon did as he told her, sucking and mouthing it.

"Ja, ja!" Hans said. "Good, that is good!" Carl watched in fascination as the Yankee heroine brought his friend to a climax. Hans's semen shot into Diana's mouth. She tried to spit it out, but most of it ran down her throat. She had to gulp it down, rather than choke on it.

Hans reluctantly pulled his limp penis from Wonder Woman's mouth, and let her slump down on the floor.

"Ja, you do good, but go over and practice some more on Carl That way, you get real good. Maybe we get you a job in a top Berlin cathouse, when they are through interrogating you. Would you like that? Go on! Carl is pining away there for you!"

When Diana didn't move fast enough, Hans kicked her again. It wasn't so hard this time, but hard enough to start her on the long crawl over to Carl. His penis was bigger then Hans, and she gagged at the thought he had just pulled it from her rectum and not cleaned it.

"Get going you American slut!" Carl ordered her. "Or do you need a few more kicks in the ass, to teach you manners?" Trying to make her mind a blank, Wonder Woman crawled closer and took the foul penis in her mouth. This time she sucked and mouthed more skillfully. "The sooner I make him come, the quicker he'll get out of my mouth." Diana thought hopefully.

When Carl did come, Diana almost choked on the load of semen in her mouth and throat, again. She thankfully felt him withdraw from her mouth, but her ordeal still wasn't over, for by then, Hans was ready for her again. Working on his third ejaculation it took forever. Then the same was true of Carl. Finally, though, both men were drained.

"What do you think Carl?" Hans sneered. "In no time at all, we make the great Yankee superwoman into a good little cocksucker!" They laughed at her, and Diana felt like a piece of dirt.

"The ancient Amazons were right!" Diana thought bitterly. "Men are pigs. they should all be castrated and made slaves. I'd like to kill them all myself!" She told herself with savage certainty. The picture of Gerry with a gun to his head slipped into her mind. "Oh Dear Hera forgive me. Please!" Diana prayed . "I can't let those animal make me like them. Jerry isn't anything like that and Steve is a good honorable man, even if he is a little dumb sometimes."

Just then Colonel Euta came back into the room. She looked with contempt at the humiliated Amazon. "Clean yourself up, you filthy whore!" She cried. "There is the lavatory, and either pull that ridiculous costume up or take it off! What kind of stupid cow wears her clothes hanging around her ankle!" Sitting on the floor, Wonder Woman hopefully started to tug her tights up legs, but then Euta changed her mind. "No take that rag off. All that red, white and blue is offensive to good Nazis!"

Having learned better than to disobey orders, Wonder Woman obediently did as Euta ordered. She pulled her costume off her ankle. "You can keep those boots on!" Euta sneered. "Only whores wear red boots!". It took every ounce of Wonder Woman's fortitude to drag her aching body to her feet. She walked to the bathroom, with the painful, stiff-legged dignity of a wounded doe.

Once inside the tiny washroom, Diana breathed a sigh of relief. At least, she was free of the presence of those animals, if only for a few moments. She winced at her reflection in the little cracked mirror. Euta's fists had blackened her right eye, and her face generally looked like she'd been run over by a tank. She rinsed her mouth and gargled in desperate need to rid her mouth of the terrible taste of the two Nazi brutes. She did her best to clean off the blood, semen and sweat, clinging to her body. Washing made her feel a little better. She prolonged the process as long as possible, until Euta shouted. "Hurry up in there! What are you doing? Playing with yourself? We don't have all night!"

Wonder Woman gritted her teeth at the insult, but she reluctantly opened the door and came out. She was ashamed, all over again, to be naked in front of the three brutal Nazis.

"Come into my office!" Colonel Euta ordered. Wonder Woman tottered after the Nazi woman into the other room, relieved to at least escape the presence of Hans and Carl.

"She's a woman, too." Diana thought, hopefully. "Nothing she'd do, could be as bad as those two animals." But Diana's relief was short lived. Euta sat down in a swivel chair, in front of a desk set against the wall. She wheeled around in the chair to face the nude Amazon.

"My loyal pigs out there, taught you to suck cock, pretty good, I think, Nein? Ja, I watched through the door. Now we see how well you can eat pussy! I heard you Amazons like to do that."

Though nude and in agony, washing her hurt body had restored some of Wonder Woman's dignity and spirit. Her back stiffened. "If we do, none of us would ever want to suck yours; that's for sure!" She snapped.

"What you want, doesn't matter! It is what I want, that matters. You will suck my pussy! Get over here! Now! On your knees!" Euta's voice was harsh and angry.

"I won't!" Wonder Woman said with quiet dignity, her chin set stubbornly.

Furious at the Amazon's show of spirit, Euta sprang from her chair. She caught the startled heroine by the arms and flung her down on the floor. In a daze, Wonder Woman found the Nazi's brutal abuse had left her helplessly weak. Before she knew it, Euta was sitting on her chest, flattening her imperious bosom and taking her breath away. She looked up fearfully, as Euta pinned her arms under her fat knees. Euta smacked Wonder Woman's trapped face, back and forth, until her ears were ringing. Finally the helpless Wonder Woman blurted out. "All right! All right! I'll do it!" She was almost weeping in shame.

Euta got up off the sniffling Amazon. She returned to her chair, and sat back arrogantly. "Ja now we understand each other. Now, get your worthless behind over here, my fine Yankee superwoman!" The Nazi sneered arrogantly.

Wonder Woman crept painfully over to Euta, and miserably settled down in front of the Nazi woman. Euta pulled up her short skirt, around her hips; she was naked underneath. She pulled Wonder Woman closer, and draped the frightened heroine's arms over her thighs, positioning her bruised face inches from her own crotch.

"When poor Sylvia wanted me to do this for her, I wouldn't do it!" Diana remembered with a pang. As she pressed her face against Euta's hairy genitalia, her blue eyes gleamed hopefully. Euta's pistol holster was on her left side, the pistol butt faced forward, within reach of Diana's right hand. Diana bided her time; kissing and tonguing Euta, until the gross Nazi was moaning in pleasure.

"Please Hera, don't let her notice!" Wonder Woman prayed, as she loosened the holster flap. She waited until Euta screamed in ecstacy, then she pulled the gun from the holster. She leaped to her feet, renewed hope giving her new strength. Caught totally off guard, Euta blinked her eyes in confusion, furious at having her pleasure interrupted. In alarm, she saw Wonder Woman standing tall in front of her, pointing her own pistol at her. As Euta came to her senses. She started to stand up. "Sit down!" Wonder Woman ordered. "I won't hesitate to shoot you!" She added, gripping the pistol with determination.

Euta didn't sit down though; instead she pulled out the whip stuck in her boot. "You stupid Yankee cow!" She laughed harshly. "That pistol isn't cocked. She came at Wonder Woman waving the whip menacingly. Hating to use a weapon, but knowing she had no choice, Wonder Woman desperately squeezed the trigger, but nothing happened. She fumbled with the weapon, but she didn't know how to operate it. She disliked guns, thinking them unworthy of an Amazon Warrior.

Euta cracked the whip across Wonder Woman's wrists, and the pistol clattered on the floor. Wonder Woman's heart sank. "Oh Dear Hera! Cant' I do anything right!" She thought miserably. She bitterly remembered the Intelligence Service Weapons Course Diana Prince managed to postpone to some vague, future date. At the time, she'd been pleased by her cleverness.

"Pick up the gun, and hand it to me!" Euta ordered. Her hopes dashed again, Wonder Woman abjectly crouched over, retrieved the pistol, and handed the weapon to the Nazi.

"Why didn't I try to hit her with it, when I had the chance, at least?" Diana berated herself miserably, as Euta took the pistol and expertly cocked it. She waved it in front of Wonder Woman's face.

"Suck it!" Euta ordered. Wonder Woman let the brutal Nazi shove the pistol barrel into her mouth. Knowing Euta could pull the trigger and blow her head off, any second, terrified her. Tears streamed down her face, as she sucked the cold, frightening metal, as though it were a Nazi penis, she thought in self-disgust. At last, Euta pulled the gun out of her mouth and re-holstered it.

"Don't even try to think about anything like that again, or we play a little game I know, called Russian Roulette. You know what that is, Bitch?" Euta snarled.

"Y-yes!" Wonder Woman answered meekly. "I know!"

"Now, you've been a bad girl. You tried to shoot Euta!" Euta continued. "You must be punished!" She sat down in her chair again. "Come here! Lie down across my lap!" She ordered. Wonder Woman looked at her helplessly; then glanced around the room, but there was no way to escape. The only window was barred and the two animals were waiting outside the only door.

"She's going to spank me!" Diana thought, in horror. "I'm a gown woman; she can't spank me!" She didn't even think about the possible pain; it was the terrible humiliation that mangled the last shreds of her Amazon pride. She self-consciously draped her superbly formed body across Euta's lap. Her tall, maturely curved form contrasted conspicuously, with her demeaning pose of a naughty child.

"Back in Berlin before the War, I ran a real exclusive cathouse. I never took men customers, though. Ja, I only had lady customers. I was known as Euta the Whip Lady. Rich ladies paid me big money to do this to them. You are lucky; you are getting my services free." Euta laughed .

Wonder Woman was too miserable to even understand what Euta was chortling about.. "You have a big, broad bottom." Euta laughed. "Just right for the whip! Like two big medicine balls! Uuum, just as hard too!" She added poking Wonder Woman's buttock.

For a moment, Diana wanted to beg and plead, but by now, she'd learned it was useless. She bit back her urge, saving a shred of pride. Euta began to whip the American heroine with gleeful enthusiasm. Soon, Wonder Woman began to yelp and cry, as Euta laced her beautiful behind with fiery welts, that burned like hot metal. When Euta finally pushed the screaming heroine off her lap, Wonder Woman fell in a heap, and crouched there until Euta instructed her. "Get up! You worthless piece of Yankee shit! Now get back to where you left off, when you showed me what a bungling fool you are, with my pistol!"

Wonder Woman stood up, she could hardly make it, but at least standing up, her fiery bottom wasn't rubbing against the floor. She waited forlornly for Euta to sit down. She didn't seem to have any will left of her own. "What's one more humiliation?" She thought despairingly. Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Euta snapped in annoyance. "What do those stupid pigs want now? They know how I hate to be interrupted!" She almost goose stepped to the door, she was so angry at postponing her pleasure. Yet always cautious, she slipped her pistol out of the holster again.

Once he found the Nazi's car, Gerry methodically searched the neighborhood. He only found one building with a light, a small, single residence set among warehouses. He crept around the house, but couldn't see inside. The downstairs windows were all curtained over. The light, he'd seen, came from upstairs, and he couldn't get a look inside at this angle. The warehouse next door had a fire escape. He climbed up it, doing his best not to make any noise.

Gerry crouched on the ironwork ledge, two stories up. Now he could see into the window. Gerry 's stomach did a sick flip-flop. He was just in time to see Diana follow the Nazi Colonel into another room. The window to that room had bars, and it was curtained like the downstairs rooms

"Oh God1 They've taken her clothes off. She's naked, and she really looks beat-up. Gerry noticed in horror. He looked away, even before Diana disappeared from sight, unable to watch Diana like that . "What can I do?" Gerry wondered sickly, crouching on his perch. "I've got to find a phone and call the police! Oh shit! That's going to be horrible for Diana, if they all barge in and find her naked and all. She'd never forgive herself!" Gerry understood his friend's fierce pride. Just then, one of the Nazi thugs walked into view. He was buttoning up his pants. Gerry almost got sick to his stomach. He had a terrible premonition what that meant.

"That filthy pig!" He thought, doing his best not to think about the full implications. The man looked out the window. "Oh cripes! Did he see me?" Gerry wondered, as he huddled down, trying to be invisible.

Gerry couldn't hear him, but Hans turned to his subordinate. "Carl, I thought I saw something on that fire escape next door. It looked like that damned kid. Go over there and see what it is!"

Carl gave Hans a dirty look, thinking. "Why don't you check it out yourself, you lazy pig. No! It is always Carl who gets the dirty work. If you'd slit the little bastard's throat, when you should have, he wouldn't be a problem." Not hurrying, over much, Carl ambled out of the room. Gerry guessed he was heading his way. He felt a cold shiver down his back.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, Carl came out the downstairs back door. He looked around, and still in his shirt sleeves, shivered in the cold night air. Gerry pulled himself as far back into the shadows, as he possibly could. He was afraid to breath, as Carl crossed the backyard and neared the bottom of the fire escape. His stomach was flip-flopping! He'd never been so scared in his life. He thought of the heavy wrench, at his side. As carefully and quietly as possible, he slid it out of the canvas newspaper sack.

At the bottom of the ladder, Carl swore in disgust. He'd forgotten his pistol. He debated going back for it. If he did, he'd have to endure a balling out from Hans, and maybe that bitch colonel would get in on it. He didn't relish prolonging this fool's errand, any longer than necessary, either. He wouldn't need a gun to deal with a kid. Fear of his superiors and his natural laziness won out. He started up the ladder, unarmed. By now, Gerry was holding the wrench with both hands, raised and ready. Gerry held his breath. As Carl's head appeared above the ledge, he swung for all he was worth. The wrench hitting Carl's head, sounded like he was hitting an overripe pumpkin. Carl fell off the ladder and plummeted to the ground. Gerry knew he couldn't stay there; he quickly climbed down the ladder.

Holding the wrench raised and ready, Gerry cautiously approached Carl. The Nazi was lying deathly still. Gerry could tell from the way was head was squashed, that he was probably dead. He felt sick, realizing he killed someone, but then he thought about what they'd done to Diana. Helping Diana came first, before anything. He swallowed the sick bile in his throat and crept close to the back door Carl had come through. Gerry paused beside the back stoop. Should he try the door or stand here and wait. Upstairs, Hans was getting nervous. He knew what a vindictive witch Euta was. "Ja, if anything goes wrong out there, that bitch inside will blame me for not going along with Carl! She's still mad because I didn't kill the little bastard! I better go myself!". A little smarter than Carl, Hans stuck his Luger in his belt.

Gerry heard the door start to open. He crouched beside the steps. Hans walked out on the top step. His attention was on the fire escape across the alley, looking for Carl "Where is the dumbkoff?" He mumbled. He went down the two steps. Gerry rose silently behind him. Wham! He hit Hans across the back of the head. He didn't hit so hard this time, reluctant to take another human life, but he struck hard enough to knock the Nazi senseless.

"What am I going to do with him now?" Gerry wondered. He went up the porch steps and peeked inside. There was a flight of stairs to the second floor. He climbed them on tiptoe. His heart almost stopped every time a stair creaked. Finally, after what seemed forever, he got to the top. He looked around the room at the top of the stairs. It was the one he'd seen Diana in.

"Good! There's no one else in this room, anyway. On the coffee table, he spied the handcuffs ,the Nazis had taken off Diana's wrists. He snatched them up and made another agonized trip down the stairs. Back in the yard, he handcuffed Hans to the iron railing of the steps. He searched Hans' pockets and found a large bandanna handkerchief, and stuffed it in Hans mouth. He found the gun in Hans belt, too. He didn't really know anything more about using guns than Diana did. His father had promised to take him to the pistol range, the year before the war started, but his transfer papers to Pearl came through before he could. Gerry stuck the gun in his pocket, but kept his wrench in his hand. For the third time, he made the agonizing trip up the stairs to the second floor.

"That Nazi woman has Diana in there!" Her thought as he tiptoed to the door. He knocked, and stepped to one side, wrench ready. The door opened. Seeing no one in front of it, Euta instinctively dodged back a step, scenting danger. Gerry swung the wrench, but the wily Nazi woman was already out of range. As Gerry tottered off balance, Euta pressed her pistol against his forehead.

"Aahh! It is the your cute, little friend, the Yankee hooligan." Euta sneered out of the side of her mouth, to Wonder Woman. "I knew there would be trouble, when that stupid bastard didn't slit your throat back in that alley." She added to Gerry. "What did you do with those two bumblers, I left out here?"

Euta saw the blood stains on the wrench. "Aahh, I see, and you would have smashed Euta's head with that nasty wrench too, eh,? You little shit!"

Diana shook off her apathy. "Gerry!" She thought. "You brave, wonderful fool! You came in here, after me! Oh Merciful Minerva, now the bitch will shoot him for sure. Oh, how can I stop her? I can hardly stand up, without falling over. I've got to do something!" Desperately, Wonder Woman looked around the room, but there was no weapon in sight. The only thing movable was Euta's swivel chair.

"I must hurry! I've got to do something quick!" Wonder Woman thought. "The only reason she hasn't shot him, already, is because she enjoys toying with her victims, so much."

"Ja, your brains will be spattered all over this wall, if you ruined those two dumbkoff's usefulness to me. You have already caused me great inconvenience."

Gerry had never been so scared in his life. He knew he was seconds from a bullet in the head, and there was nothing he could do to stop Euta pulling the trigger. Sweat ran down his forehead into his eyes or maybe it was tears. "No please, don't!" He begged. He didn't want to die.

Diana still didn't know what to do."Even if I can hit her with the chair, she may pull the trigger. Merciful Minerva, what other chance do we have?" Wonder Woman grasped the backrest of the chair and tried to lift it . She could hardly budge it.

"Oh, Dear Hera, please, please, give me the strength." Diana prayed plaintively. She held her breath, tightened her grip and tried again. From somewhere, she summoned the last vestige of her Amazon strength. The chair rose above her head, and with everything she had left, Diana smashed it across Euta's back.

At the last second, Euta turned her head, and saw the chair coming, but it was too late! Gerry saw it too, and dropped to the floor, just as Euta squeezed the trigger. The shot went over his head. The gun sounded like a cannon, and Gerry was afraid he was deaf. The wrench still dangled from his hands. He raised it, but Euta was gurgling and croaking in agony. The chair had struck at just the right angle, and broken her neck. Even in her death throes, the fanatical Nazi tried to raise the pistol. Gerry stamped on her hand.

Her heroic effort took everything Diana had left. She almost passed out, as the chair fell from her hands. She collapsed on the floor next to Euta. Gerry callously jumped over the dying Nazi, and knelt beside Diana. She was trembling uncontrollably.

"Diana, Diana! Are you O.K.?" He cried. She looked up at him, as if she didn't know him, her big, blue eyes dazed and unfocussed. She was in near shock, and hardly knew what was happening. "Gerry," She asked in confusion. "are you here too?"

"Diana, we have to get out of here. There may be more of them in the Nazi gang, or the cops may come. Do you know where they put your girdle and other stuff?"

"My girdle! Got to get my girdle back!" Diana mumbled, her mind wandering.

"Where is it?" Gerry repeated urgently.

"Got to get my girdle back!" Diana repeated more indistinctly.

"Diana! Where is it?" Gerry repeated even more urgently shaking her by the shoulder. "You've got to tell me!"

Diana looked up; her eyes resting on Gerry's face, she seemed to see him. "Wooden chest.... key around her neck." She whispered. Then her eyes rolled and her eyelids fluttered, and her trembling body went limp. Gerry glanced at her, thinking how beautiful she was, even all beat up like that. With a guilty start he realized he was looking at Diana's nude body, and averted his eyes, ashamed of himself. He knew he'd never be able to forget that brief glimpse, though.

Gerry gently laid Diana's head back on the floor. When he turned back to look at Euta, she looked already dead. He shivered in disgust, but he got the chain off her neck. He looked around the two rooms. It was several seconds before he saw the wooden chest in the corner of the outer room. "That's got to be it!" He thought hopefully. "Its got to be!" If it wasn't he didn't know what he'd do; Diana was past helping him right now.

Gerry said a little prayer, took a deep breath and tried the key It worked. Sure enough, Wonder Woman's girdle, tiara, bracelets and lasso were inside. Gerry scooped them out, and stuffed them in his newspaper sack ,along with his bloody wrench. He looked around and saw Wonder Woman's satin uniform, lying where Euta forced her to drop it. Gerry scooped it up too. Then his eyes fell on Euta's trench coat, where she'd thrown it. He picked it up gingerly, aware it belonged to a dead woman.

Gerry returned to Diana. She was still unconscious. He slid his arms under her shoulders and lifted her up, doing his best not to look at her. She shivered. He wrapped the coat around her shoulders, then worked her limp arms into the sleeves.

"Diana! Wake up! Wake up! You've got to wake up!" Gerry said insistently. Diana's head stirred and she moaned, but didn't wake up, even when Gerry shook her. Finally, hating himself, he gingerly slapped her face. She whimpered, and feeling even worse, Gerry slapped her harder

"No, please! Don't hit me anymore!" Diana begged groggily. Her eyes opened and she dreamily recognized Gerry. "Gerry! Gerry!" She said. "What are you doing here?"

"Diana! C'mon! You've got to get up somehow! We've got to get out of here! There may be more of those Nazi's around, or the cops might come."

"Out of here! Oh yes! Out of here. I want to get out of here." Gerry could tell Diana was still so woozy she hardly knew where she was.

"Please, Diana! You've got to get up!" Gerry implored her.

"I'll try!" She answered but didn't move. Gerry tugged on her shoulders. Finally with a lot of help, Diana made it to her feet. She had to lean on him, or she would have fallen. With his free hand, Gerry pulled the coat around her body and twisted the belt together to hold it together. He was relieved to be free of the terrible temptation to glance at her lovely body.

Diana noticed for the first time the coat covering her body. She looked down curiously. "Euta's coat!" She said recognizing it with distaste. She shivered. She knew it would have to do, though. She was grateful to Gerry for putting it on, remembering she was naked. The thought that Gerry, had seen her completely naked, didn't really bother Diana; her people were little concerned about such

things among friends. They ordinarily engaged in athletics in the nude. She shuddered though, remembering, with horror, the three horrible Nazis leering at her nude body, as though it were a side of beef. She would never be so innocently unselfconscious about her body again.

Once on her feet, Diana looked down and saw Euta's body. Suddenly everything came back to her in a rush. She remembered smashing the chair across Euta's back.

"Is she dead?" Diana asked anxiously.

"I think so!" Gerry answered.

"Oh Dear Hera, I never killed anyone before, and I struck her from behind."

"She deserved it, Diana, if anyone ever did, and you had no other choice!" Gerry answered and his voice held absolute conviction. "C'mon now! We don't have time to fool around! We've got to get out of here, before someone comes!"

Mutely, Diana let Gerry lead her away from the disturbing sight, into the next room. Then, staggering, almost falling sometimes, the two friends stumbled down the back stairs to the back yard. They had to step over Hans, who was still alive, but thankfully, still unconscious. They went through the alley to the street. It was completely deserted, a couple of hours before dawn.

"Now what?" Gerry muttered, realizing he had no plan beyond getting out of that horrible house.

"We'll have to take their car!" Diana answered. The cold night air had cleared the cobwebs from her mind. She realized how weak and vulnerable she was. "We've got to, Gerry! I can't go any further on foot!" There was an awful desperation in her voice, and Diana almost choked at having to admit she was nearly helpless, even to Gerry.

"We can't, Diana! I didn't get the keys!" Gerry almost wailed, furious at himself for not thinking ahead.. "Diana I don't think I can go back in there again!" Gerry admitted with a shudder, knowing he was letting Diana down.

Diana's shoulders slumped, but she squeezed his shoulder. "It's O.K. Gerry! I couldn't go back in there either, but Merciful Minerva what are we going to do?" There was an edge of panic in her voice. Gerry wondered if he could nerve himself to go back and search for the keys. Something clicked in Diana's mind. "Keys, keys! Yes!" She knew where they were. She remembered glimpsing Euta put them away. She slipped her hand into the coat pocket. Her heart leaped.

"Gerry, you did get the keys!" Diana told him, almost weeping in relief. She hugged his shoulder affectionately "They were in the coat pocket. I just remembered seeing her put them there."

"Geez Diana! You're terrific!" Gerry said happily.

"You're the one who got her coat!" Diana said wearily, her momentary elation deserting her, as quickly as it had come. She shuddered. "You'll have to drive!" She told Gerry feeling weaker than ever.

"I can't drive!' Gerry said. "Sometimes Dad would let me drive up and down the driveway, or sit on his lap when I was little and steer, but I never drove on a street."

"You have to!" Diana said. " I can't!" The desperate tone of her voice, told Gerry he had no choice. He helped Diana around to the passenger seat, and got her into it. Then he ran around threw his newspaper bag, with its precious burden, into the back seat. He even pulled his jacket off, and threw that back there too. He didn't want to be encumbered. Behind the wheel, Diana handed him the key. He inserted it in the dashboard slot and tuned it. Diana adjusted the choke and pointed out the starter button to him. Gerry pressed his foot down on the clutch. The engine started and he shifted into first and eased up the clutch. The car lurched forward.

As Gerry concentrated all his attention on driving the heavy car, Diana sat huddled in the corner. At a red-light, Gerry looked over. She looked like a scared, hurt, little girl, almost like his little sister when she got sick. Gerry felt a lump in his throat.

After they drove, Diana started to talk in a dull, expressionless voice. The despondent note in her voice gave Gerry the shivers."Well Gerry, what do you think of your Wonder Woman, now? I couldn't save you from the Nazis. I couldn't even save myself. That Nazi Colonel was half my size and she beat the tar out of me. Then those men... they...they did awful things to me, and I couldn't stop them either. I even cried and begged them to stop, not to hurt me, and they laughed. I would have done anything they said, just so they'd stop hurting me. I never knew I was such a miserable coward. Maybe I deserved what they did to me."

"Diana! Stop it!" Gerry cried. Her savage, bitter self-hatred was tearing him apart. He pulled the car over to the curb and stopped. The night was dark and the street deserted . He took her hand.

"Diana it wasn't your fault. You were great! Everybody loses a fight sometime. I can't tell you how many times, I got beat up, sometimes by kids smaller than me, too. It ain't the end of the world; don't you never tell anyone that I told you that though, please. It's just between you and me.'

Diana looked at Gerry sadly; his efforts just weren't enough to relieve the terrible weight of failure. She began to sob, brokenly. Gerry couldn't help himself; he put his arms around her, and held her. She put her face against his shoulder, and kept on sobbing. Without his jacket, he felt the wetness of her tears through his thin shirt. He patted her back clumsily. His body was rigid, as he did his best to control himself. He was holding Wonder Woman in his arms, but he mustn't do anything, that would make things worse for her. It was terrible to hear someone you really cared about, sob her heart out , and not know how to make her feel better. He just kept patting her back gently.

"You saved my life back there when that bi...woman was going to shoot me, and you only got captured in the first place, because you were so worried about me." Gerry told her

"Yes! I saved your life; I sneaked up on that Nazi Colonel from behind and hit her with a chair. I knew I couldn't face her in a fair fight, so I hit her from behind. That's a real brave superheroine for you."

"Well, I was the one with the gun pointing at me, begging her not to shoot me." Gerry told her "It sure looked pretty great to me! You don't think she would have fought fair with you, d'ya?"

"It doesn't matter what she would have done!" Diana answered still weeping. "I'm an Amazon, we fight fair."

Gerry rolled his eyes helplessly. Then he had an idea. "Diana if your belt gives you super power, maybe it will help heal those things they did to you." He reached into the back seat and took out her Amazon Girdle from the paper sack

Wonder Woman said, a little hope coming into her voice "Oh, you got it! Thank- you, Gerry! If I ever lost it, it would be terrible!" Gerry clasped the golden circlet around Diana's tiny waist, over the rain coat. As he snapped the simple clasp, he asked her. "How come you don't put some kind of lock, on this thing, so nobody could just grab it away like that, when you're not lookin'?"

"I don't know." Diana answered. "I guess I never thought of dong that." "Aww I know why, Diana. Its because you're so what's that word you said once, naive. You're so sweet and nice, you think everybody is straight and fair like you. It'd just never enter your head that anyone would fight dirty like that."

After a while, Diana lifted her head from Gerry's shoulder. "I'll be all right. You were right; putting on Hera's Girdle did help." She said, and then added. "And you helped a lot more. You better get going, now before a police car comes by and asks us what we're doing."

Gerry gave her shoulder a hard squeeze, and turned back to the difficult task of driving the big car. It demanded all his concentration. When he stopped at another red-light though, he glanced over, and Diana was awkwardly wiping tears from her face and eyes, with her long hands. "Geez I wish I had a snot rag to offer her, at least." He thought. He tried to cheer her up with a clumsy attempt at a joke."Geez look at the gas gauge, its on full. How do Nazi's get all that gas with rationing?" Diana tried to smile a little, at Gerry's feeble joke. "I don't know." She murmured, but she still stared straight ahead, as though seeing some horror in her own mind.

Gerry sighed with relief, when he finally got the car to Diana's apartment house. He reached over the seat and picked up the bag, with her things, jumped out, and ran around and opened the door for her. She was still staring dully into space.

"We are here, Milady!" He said with a flourish. Diana didn't seem to hear him. He had to shake her arm. "C'mon Diana! You gotta get inside." Mechanically she got out of the car, and let Gerry lead her up to her apartment.

Inside, Diana looked around, comforted by seeing her familiar things. "Oh I feel so dirty!" She said and shivered. "Is it all right if I take a bath?" She asked Gerry, as though she needed his permission.

"Sure Diana!" Gerry answered. "Why don't you sit down, and rest a minute, and I'll run the water for you?" Diana obediently sat down and Gerry ran the bath water. He impulsively dumped in half the box of very cheap bath salts, he'd shyly bought Diana on Valentine's Day. When he was done he went back and got her.

"Go on, Diana! You can throw that coat on the floor. I'll get rid of it later. I promise I won't look." He said solemnly, a little embarrassed even saying it. "I'll get a nightgown from your room, and put it inside the door. While Diana limped into the bathroom, Gerry ran to her room and got the night gown. He carefully put it inside the door without looking in, and pulled the door shut. He went to the kitchen and put on the tea kettle. "Diana likes tea." He thought. He made sandwiches, too. When he finished, he began to worry. He knocked on the bathroom door. "Are you O. K. Diana he asked

"Y-yes!" Diana replied hesitantly.

"The water must be getting cold; don't catch cold!" Gerry called.

"O. K. I'll get out now." Diana replied apathetically. It seemed to Gerry, she needed directions or approval to do anything. It scared him. No one ever had to give either the decisive, dynamic Wonder Woman, or the superbly competent, self-assured, Lieutenant Prince orders. Few would dare.

"I hope she's O. K." Gerry worried, sadly. "I've heard about women going crazy after something like that. Diana's so strong though, and she's really Wonder Woman, just about the toughest woman there is!"

Diana finally came hesitantly into the hall, where Gerry was anxiously waiting. The powers of her Girdle had begun to heal her injuries. The bruises on her face were fading, and her right eye was scarcely discolored, though even the Girdle couldn't heal the sad, hurt look in her big, dark blue eyes. She'd reclasped her Girdle over her frumpy, ankle-length, flannel nightgown, emphasizing her breathtaking slimness. She'd loosely tied her long, midnight black hair back with a ribbon, and it fell softly to her shoulders. The hot bath had restored some rosy color to her deathly pale face. Too beautiful for Diana Prince, and too innocently vulnerable for Wonder Woman, she looked like a winsome young girl. Gerry gulped in wonder.

Gerry led the hesitant Diana into the kitchen, and asked her to eat the sandwich and drink the hot, strong, sweet tea. She ate mechanically, but finished everything at Gerry's prompting. "You need sleep!" He told her, when she'd finished. Gerry took her hand, and led her to the bedroom. Diana hesitated, reluctant to go inside. She clung to his hand. "Would you stay with me?" She asked meekly.

"Sure!" Gerry replied matter of factly, though the idea made him weak in the knees."I can use that easy chair next to the bed."

"Don't turn the light out! Please!" Diana pleaded.

"Naw, naw. 'Course not!" Gerry reassured her. He gently pushed her down on the bed, on top of the bedspread. There was a quilt folded on the foot of the bed. Gerry carefully covered her, using one hand, because Diana continued to clutch his right hand, as though for dear life. Diana's hands were long and slim, elegantly beautiful, but strong as steel cables. Her grip hurt like the dickens, but Gerry knew he couldn't ask her to let go. He stood beside the bed, half bent over, suffering in silence. At last Diana's eyes closed, and she breathed slower and deeper. Gerry tried to ease his hand loose, but Diana whimpered, and clutched tighter. "Aww Geez, this ain' t right!' Gerry thought. "But I can't stand here like this much longer." Reluctantly, Gerry lay down on the bed beside Diana. He clung to the edge, hanging a little over the side, staying as far as he could, from the beautiful sleeping woman clutching his hand. As Gerry relaxed, Diana seemed to feel it. She sighed as though reassured, and her grip relaxed a little.

"Wow! Thank the lord!" Gerry breathed. "I was afraid she was gonna squeeze it t'mush." Gerry was as exhausted as Diana. It had been a long, horrifying night. He kept seeing Carl's face as he hit him. He was young and resilient, though In spite of his precarious position on the bed, he soon drifted off to sleep. His last thought was. "Wow, I'm in bed with Wonder Woman!" Gerry woke up with a start. Diana was lying against him, breathing hard. One leg was wrapped around his leg, and she was rubbing gently against him.

"Diana?" The boy whispered softly. She opened her big, blue eyes. She looked around, getting her bearings.

"Oh Dear Hera, what am I doing?" She cried. She sat up on the side of the bed, weeping softly.

"Diana, are you O. K.?" Gerry asked in alarm. "What's the matter?"

Diana looked up at him, a horrible guilt in her tragic eyes. "Oh Gerry! I'm so sorry! It's no excuse, but those terrible people did things to me. Awful things! The kind of things that can leave you....well, leave you so you can't control yourself, and they made me do things to them... you don't know.."

"Yeah, I know!" Gerry said. "I been on the streets a coupla years. There been guys tried to do those things to me, too, but I always managed to get away. I was just luckier'n you, Diana!"

"I was afraid for you, alone out there. That's why I asked you to stay here, where you'd be safe, where I thought you'd be safe. Now, don't you see? I tried to do those kinds of things to you, myself. I'm no better than they are!" "Geez Diana, if you did them to me, it would be O. K. Better than O. K. It'd only be wrong, if someone didn't want you to do them." Gerry said with a grin. He could see he wasn't making any impression on her, though and added. "Anyways you was asleep and didn't know what you was doin'. That could happen to anyone."

Diana looked Gerry in the eyes and tried to explain. "It shouldn't happen to me! I was sent here to prevent things like that. I'm a grown woman and you're still a boy. You've become very special, and you're the last person in the world I'd ever want to hurt!"

"Diana I'm old enough to know what I want, and what's good for me, and I know you could never do nothin' bad to me!" Gerry patted her shyly on the shoulder, and saw tears in her eyes again, and heard a little half sob. He put her arms around her. "Please Diana! I can't stand watchin' you cry; 'specially if I'm the cause. It just makes me all sick inside."

As Diana softly wept, Gerry felt her big breasts thrust against his chest At his age, desire can be swift and powerful as a hurricane, yet Gerry had never felt such a tumultuous hunger and longing in his life before. He croaked desperately. "Diana anything you want t'do with me, I want even more, a lot more!"

Diana heard the desperate need in the boy's voice. "Dear Hera what have I done?" She prayed, torn by agonizing indecision. She raised her head from his shoulder, and looked up at him, uncertainly. "I-I... " Her lower lip trembled, as she tried to speak.

Gerry couldn't resist, any longer; he kissed Wonder Woman on the mouth. Her lips stiffened at first touch, but then softened and opened just a little. Gerry shyly touched his tongue against her upper lip, and Diana's tongue darted at his, stabbing from a dozen angles. Gerry never felt anything so exciting. It made him light headed.

Diana pulled her mouth away. She looked away from Gerry, ashamed by her desire and need for the boy, and worse, by her surrender to her desire. Gerry felt her torment, but his own desire and need overwhelmed him. In a hushed whisper, he implored her. "Diana, can I... can I touch your breast?" The Amazon Princess gulped, her tender heart torn by his plaintive need. Then hardly knowing what she was saying, she whispered. "Yes, yes, oh yes, please!"

Gerry slid his hand inside her nightgown, and gently cupped Diana's right breast. His hand wasn't small, but it couldn't contain its full bounty. He closed his eyes, somehow seeing its beauty with his hand. Diana's head drooped backward, her ripe mouth half open in ecstacy. Then she came to a swift decision. "Here, let me take this nightgown off!" She whispered huskily, as she unclasped her Girdle and swiftly pulled the gown over her head. Gerry gaped open mouthed at the splendor of her girlishly, high-set bosom. He shyly touched her nipple, and Diana moaned; and Gerry felt the soft flesh stiffen in an eager spike.

Gerry looked up at Diana's face in near adoration. "Diana, they're so beautiful! Could I kiss one?" He whispered reverently. "O. K.!" Diana gulped.

Gerry's head dropped, and his mouth touched the eager, pink spike. Ever so gently, he closed his lips on the delicate bud. He teased it with the tip of his tongue, the way he'd felt Diana tease his tongue with hers. Her nipple grew even more tensely erect against his tongue.

Diana moaned. "Ohh Gerry, that's so nice!" She gently kissed the top of his head, but she couldn't stand it anymore, his tongue was driving her mad. She took his face in both hands and raised it, then she kissed his forehead. Her lips burned, his flesh. Diana slid the top of his pajama's over his head. Her head darted down, and she kissed his nipple, small and hard.

"Oh Geez, Diana I didn't know guys could feel like that, from having their chest touched." Gerry gasped, and Diana smiled knowingly.

"Would you mind taking the bottoms off too?" Diana asked shyly.

Gerry blushed and answered with equal shyness. "No, I'd like to if you want me to, Diana." He stood by the side of the bed, a second and dropped his pajama bottoms to the floor. Diana glanced at his body, before he half turned away.

"Why he's a man there!" She thought. "Merciful Minerva, his is bigger than that Nazi animal that hurt me so! Oh well, if Gerry hurts me a little, I don't mind. Its different if you really want to do it with someone. Diana touched the boys hard, slim buttocks, her hands eager to explore his body.

Gerry hopped back in bed, and gently pushed Diana down on the bed. He couldn't keep his eyes off her fabulously beautiful body, now that she'd said it was all right. It was a body to be worshipped, he realized. He bent over her and kissed the side of her breast, where it joined her sensitive underarm. Diana shivered. He trailed his lips down her flat, rippling stomach. He stuck his tongue in her deep-set naval. She drew in her breath, sharply, sucking in her trembling abdomen. He stopped there and looked up at her. Diana looked up and saw his questioning hesitation.

"You can go on!" She giggled. "If that's what you want. If you like, I'll kiss you down there too." Gerry's heart hammered in excitement, at that thought, yet he was still entranced by her beauty. In her Wonder Woman uniform, Diana's white thighs were so strong and muscular. Now they looked softer, fuller and utterly delicious. He kissed the middle of her right thigh, and then a spot further up her leg. He kept going until he reached the crease between thigh and body. Gerry gulped. He"d never seen a woman naked there before. He looked away.

Diana giggled. "You can look, Gerry! I like to look at you there." Gerry looked avidly at Diana's fleecy mound, and the firm lipped, slitted opening in its center; it was as

pretty as her mouth. He leaned down and kissed it.

Diana shivered, again. "Oohh Gerry!" She sighed huskily. Gerry inhaled the heady aroma of the bath salts and a deeper, fainter musky scent, even more intoxicating. Diana reached down, and with her finger, showed him her clitoris. "That's where a woman is most sensitive." She whispered.

Gerry touched it with his tongue, treating it as he had her nipple. Diana trembled violently and moaned. She patted his head. "You learn quickly!" She whispered appreciatively.

After awhile, Diana moaned "Oohh, that's wonderful, my Darling, but that's enough for just now." She could see Gerry's penis was huge and hard. As though in a dream, Gerry felt Diana 's soft fingers touch it lightly, then guide him gently into her body. Diana tensed, just a little, unable to forget the terrible pain, when Hans rammed his oversized tool into her. Gerry was even larger, but this time she was ready and eager, and he slid in with delightful ease.

"Ooooh that's nice!" Diana moaned ecstatically. Gerry felt his dick held tight, as though in a perfectly fitted glove, that gripped and relaxed, as he shoved vigorously in and out of Diana's body.

Diana whispered. "Slow down, just a little, so you don't come before I do!"

"Do girl's come, too?" Gerry stammered. "I'd always heard...."

"Well you heard wrong, silly! They come, if the boy gives them time, and doesn't do it without her." Diana whispered. "Awww Geez, Diana, you're always teaching me something new about girls." Gerry said sheepishly.

"Mainly, that in a lot of ways, girls aren't all that different than boys." Diana said still giggling.

Gerry slowed down, doing his best to control his enthusiasm. Finally, Diana whispered. "O. K. Now, together!" Gerry drove into her body, as far as he could . She was shuddering, all over, her powerful Amazon arms so tight around him, he felt like she'd break bones. On the third stroke, he felt it running through the length of his dick, exploding through the tip. spurting into Diana. Her internal grip on his dick tightened at the same time, as though tugging on him, pulling him deeper inside her." She moaned loudly, deep inside her body. He kept moving, slowly, not so deep now. Her internal tugging slowed as well and became gentler; coaxing after shocks from him, each a little less violent than the one before. Diana's moans each time, told him, she was feeling them too.

Finally, when they had drained the last drop of the incredible pleasure, Gerry drew out from Diana and rolled over beside her, nude bodies just touching, arms around each others necks. Like childish chums. Gerry's fingers lightly stroked her breast.

Diana giggled a little. "That tickles! She said.

"Well, your hair is tickling my neck, too!"

"Really!" She giggled, and whipped her head back and forth, until Gerry was giggling too. He hadn't seen Diana so light-hearted since the day she took him horseback riding. He hoped her gaiety meant she was recovering.

"Diana?"Gerry asked hesitantly."You told me once, you sometimes, y'know, did it alone. Well, when I did that, I always had to think of something that made me, sort of excited first. Did you think of something like that, too?" "Well, sometimes I'd think that I was a brave knight." Diana started.

"Like that Lady Bradamant, you told me about?" Gerry interrupted.

"Yes, like Bradamant!" Diana went on. "Well, after we'd gone through some terrible ordeal; I'd saved my boy knight from a terrible danger. He'd be wounded, only not badly wounded, just a little wounded. I'd be nursing him back to health, and...." Diana hesitated then, overcome by sudden shyness at revealing her next thought.

Gerry eagerly replied. "Gee that's kinda like mine; only I'd just saved this beautiful Princess, and she'd fainted and was lying under a tree, and I woke her up, and she fell in love with me, and started to take off her clothes, not to pay me back f'r savin' her, or anything like that, but just because she loved me."

Diana glanced at Gerry's body and she saw the bruises he'd gotten falling off the car and being knocked around by the Nazi's. "Oh, and his body's so beautiful too, and he did it for me. He's so sweet!" Diana thought, as she noticed his penis was standing eagerly erect again. She whispered. "I wonder if your Princess did the same thing I wanted to do for my knight?"

"I dunno?" Gerry asked "What was it?"

"Well, maybe I can show you, better." Diana answered with another giggle, and sat up. She slid around until she was kneeling between Gerry's thighs. She looked down at him, thinking. "Oh its so beautiful, straight and strong like a sword!" She bent closer, her long raven hair falling across his upper thighs and groin.

"Oh you're tickling me again!" Gerry moaned, but he was too moved for laughter.

Suddenly, Diana stopped. She shuddered as though in pain. Her bright eyes clouded over. The brutal memory of her humiliating surrender to the Nazi bullies rushed over her. She shuddered again, reliving the horror.

"Are you O. K. Diana?" Gerry asked suddenly scared for her again.

"Ohh yes! I'm fine!" She answered, but their was a quaver in her voice. "I just stopped to admire the scenery." She gulped with a nervous, little laugh.

"If I let them steal my dream phantasy, then they have beaten me!" She thought bravely. She knelt a little closer, and pressed her pink lips shyly around the tip of Gerry's penis. She heard his moan of pleasure. She slid her mouth down until the tip was in her throat. She was sorry she couldn't taste it all the way down the shaft. She began to suck eagerly, the way the brutal Nazi's taught her, with their kicks and punches. With sudden elation, she knew that using the skill they brutally forced on her, to freely, lovingly give pleasure to Gerry, meant she had beaten them. Jubilant in her victory, she joyously sucked with her whole being.

As Gerry approached a climax, though, he somehow felt something missing. "Diana!" He choked. He could barely talk, he was so excited. "That's the nicest, most exciting thing I ever felt. Its terrific, but can we finish a different way. It's even better when we do it together, like before."

Diana lifted her head slowly, her beautiful face pink from her joyful chore. She brushed a wing of raven hair from one eye, and grinned wickedly at him. "O. K., but how about trying it a little differently this time?"

Gerry managed to gurgle. "Anything for my brave knight Bradamant who saved my life, with her chair. Her every whim is my command! What do you want me to do?"

"Oh Gerry, that's beautiful!" Diana answered, with a lump in her throat. "You just lie there and I'll show you!" She knelt erect and straddled his slim, narrow hips. She paused, to brush her hair from her eyes again. Then she guided herself down onto Gerry's penis, the weight of her strong body, forcing it deep inside her. She moaned at that first long, delicious stroke. Her fabulous body rode up and down with rhythmic, indolent, grace.

As Gerry arched his hips thrusting to meet Diana's downward strokes, he looked up at her, and gasped in near adoration. She was erect as a lance; her fruited, high-set breasts, rising and falling gently in unison with her motion. Her flat belly rippled as she moved, and her long, raven hair whirled about her face and head, like a victory banner.

"Wow!" Gerry thought. "She's like one of those Valkyries, she told me about, riding through the sky on a storm." It came as a climax to a storm, when they both came together. Diana collapsed across Gerry's chest, her amazonian strength deliciously spent. Gerry was still inside her, as though part of her. She kissed him softly on the lips, and he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her.

For a few months, their courtly idyl survived, until as all idyls must, it became lyrical remembrance.

It was Gerry's birthday, and Diana amazingly left work a little early, to bake a surprise birthday cake. She'd saved ration coupons for weeks for the ingredients. She changed her frumpy uniform, into a light-blue, velvet dress, she'd brought from her home, because she thought it was beautiful. She'd never worn it here, of course. It hugged the supple curves of her athletic body, and it was cut low enough to reveal more than a hint of her incredible bosom. She let her hair down and tied it in a blue ribbon. She had on plain high heels, and nylons, that she prayed wouldn't get a run, because she didn't know when she'd ever get another pair.

As Gerry came in, Diana laid aside her glasses. Gerry gasped. Diana didn't look any older than he did; a sixteen year old girl trying to look chic and sophisticated, instead looking beautiful as a summer afternoon. Gerry just gaped at her, unable to do anything but stare. It seemed every time he saw her, she was more beautiful. Diana hugged him and whispered her congratulations; for the sixteenth birthday is especially important to Amazons.

Gerry hesitated a moment, and then gritting his teeth said. "Diana I have something to tell you, only I'm afraid you won't think it's as nice as your surprise. I lied about my age and enlisted in the Marines today!"

"Oh Gerry, you're so young!" Diana whispered, but she knew he was a man. Her quick mind thought of many stratagems to prevent his going, but her heart told her she could never cage someone she loved. She knew how he must feel when Wonder Woman left him to worry alone in the apartment at night. "I put you down as my next of kin." Gerry said. "Is that O. K.? You're dearer to me than anyone could ever be!"

"Your lady is honored, by her Gallant Knight's favor!" Diana breathed softly, with brave resignation.

Next morning, Diana drove Gerry to the train station. She was in Naval uniform again, and Gerry could only imagine the incredible beauty hidden by the bulky wool. They'd made love half the night, bittersweet, yet with wild pagan abandon.

Now, in public they kissed each other chastely on the cheek, as brother and sister,

but Diana clung to Gerry desperately. He felt her body trembling uncontrollably. Through his thin, summer shirt, he felt her tears wet on his shoulder, as he had once before. He couldn't forget the nights she woke up with a cry, and he'd hug her and feel her nightgown drenched with cold perspiration. Sometimes they'd make love, or he'd just hold her, until she sighed and went back to sleep. He knew too well her

recurring nightmare. He could never forget that lost, little girl he drove home from the Nazi spynest.

"Are you going to be all right, alone?" He asked fearfully.

"I don't know what I'll do, with you gone!" Diana wept brokenly.

"You're going to be fine!" Gerry said sternly, and then whispered in her ear. "You're Wonder Woman, my Gallant Knight Bradamant!" Gerry whispered the words with such fierce pride, that he sent a thrill of pride through Diana's spine. She gulped back her tears. She raised her glasses, and ruined a dainty, little handkerchief wiping them away.

"I'll be all right because my Gallant Knight will always be in my heart!" Diana answered, with just as fierce a pride.

It was Spring, 1945. Everybody knew the War would be over soon; it was in the air. The cherry blossoms bloomed in Washington. The world was alive with beauty, when the yellow telegram came. The dagger in her heart told Diana even before she opened it "...regrets to inform.."

Wonder Woman fell across the worn couch, where Gerry once slept, and wept for her Gallant Knight.

The End

Addendum: The following notes on the story, are based on my rapidly aging memory, but I think are in the main accurate. Although I tried to recapture the atmosphere of the Golden Age, Wonder Woman Comic Book, and other comics of the same era, I adapted most of the conventions of the television show.

In the comic book, Wonder Woman did not wear a Girdle, and was not dependent on it for her powers. She had a white space around the waist, of her costume, where a girdle might be placed. Her Mother, the Queen did wear such a girdle in all her appearances, as would have been mythologically accurate. Interestingly, the Queen in those days was portrayed, almost as Diana's clone, maybe slightly older and sterner.

Wonder woman's only weakness was always stated to be a "blow to the base of the skull" which would render her unconscious. I have used the Girdle as power source, but included a "blow to the base of the skull" for old times sake.

Colonel Euta takes Wonder Woman's bracelets. In the Comic Book, that would have been very foolhardy. The bracelets, then, were iron manacle rings, the remains of the chains men had put on the Amazons before their emancipation. They retained the symbols of servitude as a new symbol of their submission to love and kindness, or something like that. If an amazon's bracelets were removed, it drove her into an insane fury, and turned her into a maniacal, uncontrollable killing machine.

Of course, the bracelets were a source of weakness, too. If they were chained together by a Man, the Amazon lost all her strength and powers. Wonder Woman usually got her bracelets chained together at least once an issue, after being rendered unconscious by the old "blow to the base of the skull." In those days people seemed considerably less aware that a couple of such blows would start to scramble the brain. In real life, after a few years of one such blow, every month, like clockwork, our favorite crimefighter might have gotten pretty punchy.

The bracelets had to be chained by a Man though. In one story, a female villainess with a couple of male henchmen captures Wonder Woman and chains her, while she is unconscious. When our heroine awakens, she assumes she is helpless, and berates herself for carelessness, until the dumb, bad girl opens her big mouth, and lets drop she did it herself so there would be no slipup. Wonder Woman immediately breaks the chains, and mops up the room. The bad guys always seemed to solder the chains on with an acetylene torch, which must have pretty nearly fried your wrists, even if you were an Amazon.

Diana Prince's original military rank was "Yeoman," as I remember. On the T.V. show, Etta was a minor woman character who was a Yeoman, although she apparently wore an army uniform for some inexplicable reason. I used Naval Lieutenant (j.g. or s.g. not specified)

The good stuff in the comic book, all ended with the advent of the hated Comic Book Code Authority. Fascist repression was defeated in the War, only to have it spring up in our own midst. Wonder Woman even lost her red boots (thankfully restored in the televison show), traded in for more historically accurate sandals,(Who cares about historic accuracy in a fantasy!) Some paranoid parent, clergyman, educator or quack psychologist discovered high heeled boots were one of the hottest fetish items on Times Square, in the 40's and 50's.