Wonder Woman and the Amazons
On Friday afternoon, Wonder Woman, disguised in her secret identity of demure secretary Diana Prince of Military Intelligence, entered the office of her superior, Steve Trevor.
"Here are the secret files you requested, Steve," said Diana.
"Thank you, Diana," acknowledged Steve.
"Is it true that all the supercriminals are now behind bars?" asked Diana. "And that we have nothing more about which to worry?"
"It sure looks that way," replied Steve. "Thanks to Wonder Woman. Although I'm sure there will still be some petty criminals with which to deal. But they won't amount to anything the regular police can't handle."
"Wonder Woman?" repeated Diana. "That reminds me. She asked me to give you a message."
So, Diana Prince had another message from Wonder Woman. Funny how it was that Diana Prince was always the mediator between him and Wonder Woman when Wonder Woman wasn't around, thought Steve. Steve often wondered just what the relationship between the two closest women in his life was, but he never pursued the matter, due to the military's "don't ask, don't tell" policy. In any case, Steve rejected the implications of such a concept, otherwise, why would Diana Prince be constantly throwing herself at Steve's feet, disinterested as he was in her, unless, of course, Diana was trying to divert suspicion away from exactly such an implication? Steve had to think about it, since such a state of affairs would also explain Wonder Woman's apparent lack of interest in Steve, considering all the times Steve had asked Wonder Woman to marry him. Still…, "What did Wonder Woman ask you to tell me, Diana?" asked Steve.
"Wonder Woman said she wants to see you tonight," replied the bespectacled secretary.
Wonder Woman probably just wanted to go over their last adventure together, thought Steve, as he recalled how a group of renegade Amazons captured Wonder Woman and were about to carry out a nefarious scheme when Steve surprised the gang and rescued the superheroine. Maybe she wants to thank me or something, he thought. "Did Wonder Woman say what she wants to see me about?" he asked.
"She said something about wanting to discuss your relationship with her," replied Diana.
"Our relationship?" asked Steve.
"Yes," affirmed Diana. "So she wants to see you tonight."
"Where?" asked Steve.
"Well," replied Diana, "She wants to be sure you two are alone, so I agreed to let her borrow my apartment."
"Your apartment?" repeated Steve. This was getting interesting, he thought.
"That's right," affirmed Diana. "You know the address."
"Sure I do," said Steve, who had been to Diana's apartment many times, but only to discuss office work. "But if I'm in your apartment with Wonder Woman, and we're supposed to be alone, where will you be?"
"Oh, I'll be spending the evening with a gentleman friend," replied Diana, smiling to herself.
Steve was at once surprised and ecstatic. Diana Prince had a boyfriend! "Oh?" he asked, "Is it anyone I know?"
"Oh yes," assured Diana. "You and he are very close…,"
"Don't tell me any more," interrupted Steve. "I didn't mean to pry." Steve was overjoyed to learn that Diana Prince and Wonder Woman were not as close to each other as he had feared. And with all the supercriminals locked away for good, this might be just the right opportunity for Steve to again ask Wonder Woman to marry him and settle down.
"Oh, that's all right," said Diana. "By the way Steve, may I have the rest of the afternoon off? Wonder Woman asked me to do some shopping for her. And before I forget, she asked me to tell you not to eat before you come over. I don't know what it is exactly, but she must have something special planned, judging by the list she gave me."
"Of course you can leave early," agreed Steve. "What time should I come over?" he asked.
"Oh, anytime after about six forty-five should be fine," replied Diana. "My beau will pick me up at six thirty, so I'll be gone by the time you arrive. And don't worry about my little sister disturbing you. Dru will be with her cheerleading squad practicing after school, and, following that, at a slumber party."
Her beau. What a nice thought, pondered Steve. Leaving him alone with Wonder Woman. And what's the deal with the shopping, and the advice to not eat before coming over? Perhaps Wonder Woman was going to show Steve she could cook! Perhaps she, too, was thinking of nuptials! Maybe she was finally ready to say "yes" to him!
"I'll be there!" he promised.
Promptly at six forty-five, Steve Trevor rang the doorbell to Diana Prince's apartment. From inside, he heard a well-known voice call out, "Just a minute!"
The door to the apartment was opened, and, as expected, Steve saw the voluptuous figure of Wonder Woman, all decked out in her familiar costume of red high-heeled boots and blue satin star-spangled briefs that displayed her perfect legs; her red and gold eagle-encrusted bustier that held in her large, yet perfect breasts; her tiara and red earrings that accented her flowing mane of brunette; her bracelets that accentuated her soft arms, and her golden belt and lasso that highlighted her perfect waist. Steve thought that this vision of Wonder Woman was the most beautiful he had ever seen of her. Maybe it was due to what he had been thinking as he rang the doorbell, but he could have sworn that Wonder Woman had on a much redder and moist lipstick than that which he had previously seen her wear. And even her mascara seemed to be of a darker shade, heightening her long eyelashes.
"Hi, Steve!" greeted Wonder Woman. "Come on in. I'm so glad you were able to come!"
It's all I can do to keep from cumming, thought Steve, as he entered. "Diana said you wanted to see me tonight," he said. "What did you have in mind?"
"Oh, we'll get to that in a minute," replied Wonder Woman, as she took Steve's suit jacket, pistol, and shoulder holster and hung them up in a closet. "Dinner won't be ready for a while yet. Have a seat on the sofa, and I'll pour you a drink. Is whiskey O.K.?"
"A drink?" repeated Steve, somewhat taken aback by this paragon of virtue's question. "Sure. Whiskey will be just fine." As he sat down, he noticed a shopping bag on the floor that advertised, "Barbara's Boudoir of Bondage," but didn't give it a second thought.
Steve noticed that Wonder Woman grabbed two lowball glasses, added some ice, and poured from a half-empty bottle. He also noticed that one of the glasses already had some liquid in it, and had red stains on the rim, of the same shade on Wonder Woman's lips. "You have a bit of catching up to do," said Wonder Woman, as she handed Steve his glass. "I'm afraid I started without you."
"Oh, that's all right," said Steve. "I'll be with you in no time." As he gulped his drink, he felt only a little uneasy at the prospect of the World's Greatest Superheroine enjoying a cocktail, but considered that having the enormous responsibilities that she had, it was only sensible that Wonder Woman might have a drink now and then to counter the stress. Besides, he thought, having drinks together meant that the two were having a social affair, and would not be boring each other with save-the-world "shop talk".
Steve watched as Wonder Woman sat down next to him on the sofa, carefully crossed her legs, and took a long swallow of her own drink. Wonder Woman smacked her lips, set her drink down and reached for a small box, next to an ashtray on the coffee table. "Cigarette, Steve?" she asked.
"Well, er..., sure," Steve replied, even though he had quit smoking years ago. He at first couldn't believe that Wonder Woman was offering him a cigarette, but then he thought: The stress. It has to be the stress.
Steve reached for the box, but Wonder Woman stopped him and said, "I'll get it." She opened the box, and delicately placed an unfiltered cigarette to her moist lips. She struck a match, and in a scene reminiscent of a Humphrey Bogart movie, applied the fire to the cigarette's end. She took a puff, and removed it from her mouth. She pursed her lips, and exhaled the smoke as she blew out the match. Then, she placed the cigarette ever so gently on Steve's lips. Steve was indifferent to the lipstick smeared on the end as he took a puff himself.
It may have been the smoke, or it may have been the look of longing Steve saw in Wonder Woman's eyes, but whatever the cause, Steve coughed.
Wonder Woman changed her position on the couch, bringing her booted legs up onto the cushion. This allowed her to comfortably reach and place her arms around Steve's shoulders. As she did so, Steve placed his cigarette in the ashtray, exhaled some smoke, and turned to Wonder Woman with a smile of anticipation.
Wonder Woman moved closer to Steve and reached down with her hand to feel Steve's chest through his shirt. "Do you feel hot?" she asked, softly.
"I'm burning up," replied Steve.
"Well then, why don't you take your shirt off?" suggested Wonder Woman, as she loosened Steve's necktie.
Without another word, Steve unbuttoned the front of his shirt, and pulled the shirt's tails from his slacks. As he began unbuttoning the cuffs, Wonder Woman gently placed her hand on Steve's bare chest and began caressing it with slow, deliberate strokes. "Oh Steve," she said as she stroked, "You have the most magnificent chest. Your pectorals are perfect."
Yours aren't so bad, either, thought Steve, but all he said was, "Thanks."
Wonder Woman moved her hand from Steve's chest and reached for her drink. Swirling the ice around, she downed the remainder of the liquor, and asked, "Why don't you come into the bedroom with me?"
Steve (who had grabbed his own drink, but, in contrast to his lovely companion, was still slowly sipping it) almost choked. He quickly removed the glass from his lips and looked down to see if he had spilled. So this was it. "Now?" he gasped.
"Yes," replied Wonder Woman, as she stood up from the couch. "I've got something to show you."
After returning his still half-full glass to the coffee table, Steve took the superheroine's outstretched hand. He was just finishing unfastening his shirt cuffs when they entered the bedroom. The room contained a king-size bed, a chest of drawers, and a chair. Adjacent to the bed was a bedstand.
Wonder Woman directed Steve to the chair and said, "Sit here, Steve, and I'll help you with the rest of your clothes."
Wonder Woman bent down to unlace and remove Steve's shoes. In doing so, the superheroine afforded Steve a view down the front of her bustier. Wonder Woman looked up at the leering man and smiled as she gently wrenched the shoes from his feet and tossed them aside.
Growing ever harder, Steve remained still as Wonder Woman reached for his belt buckle. She unfastened the catch, then unbuttoned the waist and unzipped his fly. Steve's hard organ would have burst forth if it were not for his shorts. As Steve gently lifted his rear from the chair, Wonder Woman grasped the waistband of the trousers and pulled them down to his knees. Looking up at Steve, Wonder Woman said, "Well, I guess that answers that question."
"What question?" asked Steve, with a half grin.
"Whether you wear boxers or briefs of course," replied the voluptuous woman.
Steve relaxed more at hearing Wonder Woman's joke, but his breathing quickly became deeper as Wonder Woman grasped the waistband of his shorts. Steve again tried to maneuver in the chair to allow the underwear, like the slacks, to be pulled off. But this time, Wonder Woman merely tore the briefs to shreds with a quick application of her super strength!
At the sight of Steve's hard member, Wonder Woman gasped. "Oh Steve," she sighed.
Steve, who had said barely a word since coming to the bedroom, began to get up from the chair to remove his slacks, which were still drooped around his knees. However, Wonder Woman stopped him by placing her hands on his shoulders. Steve looked into the superheroine's lovely blue eyes as she whispered, "Not just yet Steve."
Steve sat back down as his dingus was growing ever larger and harder. Wonder Woman lifted her leg, and facing him, straddled his knee. Steve could swear he could feel the contours of Wonder Woman's nether region as the crotch of her star-spangled satin briefs pressed against his leg.
Wonder Woman then grasped Steve around the neck. Next, she tilted her head and pulled him closer As she did so, she closed her eyes. Their lips met, and Wonder Woman moaned as Steve applied pressure of his own.
Steve raised his arms to Wonder Woman's back as they kissed. Wonder Woman seemed to shiver from Steve's touch, as Steve tried to take the initiative by finding the back fastener that held Wonder Woman's bustier in place. Just as he found the hasp, Wonder Woman broke their lip-lock and said with a mock indignant tone, "Now wait just a minute, buster! Don't you try giving me your impression of an octopus! I see I'm going to have to do something about your roaming hands!"
Steve replied, "And what might that be, young lady?" in his own tone of mock seriousness.
Wonder Woman opened the chest of drawers and retrieved some nylon stockings. "These," she said as she brought them into Steve's view, "Will teach you to keep your hands to yourself for a while. Now, put your hands over the back of the chair, while I tie them together."
Amused, Steve complied with the order. As he did so, he said, "Yes, ma'am," in mock submission.
Wonder Woman quickly tied Steve's wrists together. Steve took delight in seeing the woman of his dreams enjoying herself with a little harmless bondage. After all, it stood to reason that Wonder Woman was into tying people up, what with the Magic Lasso she always wore. Steve only hoped that this fantasy of Wonder Woman's would be over soon, and they could get down to business, as his gap stopper was getting achingly hard. But Steve was not expecting what happened next.
Wonder Woman used two more nylon stockings to tie Steve's ankles to the legs of the chair, spreading his knees apart and clearly displaying his erect gladius. When she was finished, she stood up and declared, "There. Now I feel safe!"
Wonder Woman went back to the living room and poured herself another drink. She also retrieved Steve's half-full glass and returned to the bedroom. Wonder Woman set her own drink down on the chest of drawers and approached Steve. With a smile, she held Steve's drink to his lips, and tilted it just enough so that Steve could get a taste. "Now, isn't that a better way to have a drink?" she asked.
"Just how long are you going to keep me tied up like this?" asked Steve.
"Patience, darling," replied Wonder Woman. "I told you I had something to show you."
"Well, you'd better make it fast," said Steve. "I don't know how long I can hold out." Steve was beginning to agonize from the pressure in his crotch, but believed that it would be all the better when relief came. Wonder Woman referring to him as "darling" also moved him.
"Feeling a stirring in your loins, Steve?" asked Wonder Woman. "We'll have to do something about that."
Steve thought Wonder Woman would begin untying him. Instead, Wonder Woman took a step back and sat on the bed. She stared directly into Steve's eyes. "Have you ever wondered," she asked, "If I wear lingerie underneath my costume?"
Steve was glad that Wonder Woman had not used her Magic Lasso to bind him, otherwise, he would have had to tell the truth: Yes, he had wondered, but long ago concluded that it was impossible. So he lied. "I never really gave it much thought," he said.
"Well, let me show you," said Wonder Woman. She reached up to the top of her bustier, and slowly pulled it down, exposing more and more of her cream-sheened breasts to Steve's captivated gaze. Then, Wonder Woman's nipples popped free. She released the bustier, and the gold eagle encrustation held itself underneath the erect globes. "Look," she said, "No brassiere!" She then nonchalantly pinched her nipples softly.
Next, Wonder Woman directed Steve's gaze lower by spreading her legs apart. Wonder Woman reached down and grabbed hold of the crotch of her costume and pulled it aside, laying bare her fantastic love mound. "And look!" she exclaimed. "No panties, either!"
Steve was now in serious pain. He was sure he'd pass out if he didn't get release soon. Fun was fun, but this was enough. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "You can let me loose now, Wonder Woman. I promise I won't hurt you."
Ignoring Steve's direction, Wonder Woman stood up from the bed and said, with a smile, "I promise you won't hurt me too." She was obviously enjoying Steve's suffering. "But the show's not over," she added.
Wonder Woman then removed her bustier and satin briefs, leaving her naked except for her boots, bracelets, tiara, earrings, belt and lasso. She tossed the garments aside as she lied back down on the bed. Then, spreading her legs apart once more, she reached down and began to stroke her clitoris directly in Steve's line of sight. Furiously, the superheroine rubbed and fingered herself, all the while moaning and gasping. "Ooh! Ahhh! UHNH!" she exclaimed.
The sight of Wonder Woman masturbating was too much for Steve. He lost control and said, "W…Wonder Woman! I…I'm cumming! I can't help it!"
Wonder Woman immediately stopped her self-abuse, and approached Steve. "Here, let me help!" she said, as she reached for Steve's blood-filled rolling pin.
"No!" countered Steve. "Don't touch it!" But it was too late. Wonder Woman had grabbed the organ, and almost immediately spurts of semen shot out. Wonder Woman tried to control where the jets of fluid were landing by attempting to aim the fleshy pistol, but succeeded only in (accidentally, Steve hoped) staining Steve's slacks with odiferous sperm. Wonder Woman grabbed Steve's shirt in an effort to stem the flow, but succeeded only in staining it, too. Her handling of Steve's genitals only made the embarrassing event last longer. Soon, Diana Prince's bedroom smelled like the inside of an X-rated bookstore.
"Oh, Steve!" exclaimed Wonder Woman when it was all over. Steve's instrument quickly became flaccid in her grip. "Just look at the mess you made! You got that sticky stuff all over your shirt and pants! I'm afraid they're ruined!"
"The mess I made?" repeated Steve in disgust. "Look, Wonder Woman, fun is fun, but let's forget it. Untie me, and we'll have dinner. We can try again later."
Wonder Woman ignored Steve's plea, and, looking down at Steve's joint, she wagged her finger, and spoke directly to the thing, as if it were a living being. "This is all your fault! I suppose you think you're funny! Well, I've got the cure for you!"
Steve was no longer amused at Wonder Woman's attempt at humor. He said, "Come on, Wonder Woman, let me loose. This isn't funny anymore."
Still ignoring Steve, Wonder Woman reached for her Magic Lasso and quickly wrapped the offending protrusion in it.
Steve could feel his loins getting even softer as Wonder Woman continued enveloping them. "Wonder Woman!" he cried, "What are you doing?! I said, LET ME GO!"
Wonder Woman, still wrapping Steve's precious item, turned to Steve and said, "Quiet! He's asleep now! You might wake him up!"
"Who's asleep?" asked Steve. Then, realizing the irrationality of his question, he said, "Don't be ridiculous! Now, for the last time, let me loose!"
Wonder Woman, now finished with encasing Steve's joystick in the strands of her Magic Lasso, said, "I see I'm going to have to do something to keep you quiet." She then said, "Wait here," and left the bedroom.
"Wait here?" repeated Steve, incredulously. "How can I go anywhere when you've got me bound, hand, foot, and…, and kickstand?"
A moment later, Wonder Woman returned. She told Steve, "I said, 'be quiet,' but you wouldn't listen. So, I'll make you quiet!" From behind her back, Wonder Woman produced the item she bought at "Barbara's Bondage Boutique": a ball gag! Over Steve's protestations, Wonder Woman quickly stuffed the device into his mouth and wrapped its straps an cinching them tightly around the back of his neck.
"There," Wonder Woman said, as she placed her hands on her bare hips. "Now for some peace and quiet." She reached for her star-spangled blue satin briefs, stepped into them, and slowly pulled them up with a wiggling of her hips. Then, after adjusting her missiles so they would be properly placed, she refastened her bustier.
Wonder Woman took another gulp of whiskey and straddled Steve's knee again. It was just like before, only this time, Steve's mouth and love muscle were now immobile. Steve felt his manhood getting smaller, as if the will was being sapped from it, much as he remembered seeing the will power of Wonder Woman's adversaries sapped when they were bound by the Magic Lasso.
Wonder Woman again leaned closely to Steve, and said, "I'm sorry Steve," she said apologetically. "But your friend there just seemed to get out of control. I had to do something."
Steve couldn't respond, owing to the ball gag in his mouth. He was still hoping that Wonder Woman was just having fun with him, and that soon they would get down to business. But why did she have to ruin his clothes and tie down his Johnson? It didn't make any sense… Unless… Unless perhaps this wasn't Wonder Woman at all, but some clever supervillainess disguised as her!
Steve's musings were interrupted when, without warning, Wonder Woman raised her arm and slapped Steve across the cheek. WHACK! Instantly, Steve's cheek welted up and turned crimson red. Wonder Woman immediately said, "Oh Steve! I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you? Here, let me kiss your boo-boo and make it feel better."
Wonder Woman leaned over and kissed Steve upon the cheek she had just struck. She leaned back, stood up, and smiled. Steve looked sideways at her with a glimmer of fear.
A moment later, Wonder Woman slapped him again! This time, Steve, still bound to the chair, fell over. Again, in another show of mock sorrow, Wonder Woman reached down and lifted Steve and the chair back to an upright position. "Oh Steve!" she said. "You should be more careful! You could get hurt!"
Steve now looked at Wonder Woman with greater fear, and wondered if she was going to hit him again. Thinking that he might dissuade the superheroine from doing so, he looked her in the eye, shook his head "no," and mumbled something unintelligible behind the ball gag.
"Don't worry, Steve," said Wonder Woman in mock reassurance. "I won't slap you anymore." Then, she balled her fist and struck Steve squarely on the chin.
When Steve came to, he ached badly. He was still bound to the chair, but noticed that he was now in the dining room, seated at the dinner table. Something else had changed, too. The golden lasso which was still wrapped around his monkey and still sapping its strength had been rearranged. It now was firmly wrapped around his waist, constricting it tightly, and around his pectorals, making them swell up and protrude.
As the tightness on his chest began to clear his mind, Steve noticed that he was no longer naked, but he also wasn't wearing his own ruined clothes. Instead, he was wearing a frilly woman's blouse and a modest skirt that he recognized as belonging to his secretary, Diana Prince! Not only that, but nylon stockings covered his legs, tight high-heeled shoes had been placed on his feet, and he wore a wig of long brunette hair! Steve was now convinced that this woman in Diana's apartment was not Wonder Woman, but some sort of feminine felon who wanted to torture him. For what, he couldn't begin to fathom.
Wonder Woman noticed that her captive had regained consciousness and said, "Oh Steve! You're awake! I hope you had a nice nap. I guess it's true how men always seem to fall asleep just when the fun is about to begin."
"Well, you're just in time for dinner," Wonder Woman continued. "I know you didn't want to be so uncouth as to sit at the dinner table undressed. But, since you ruined your clothes, I needed to find a few things for you to wear. I hope you like them."
Wonder Woman then placed a sizzling steak in front of her captive. "Here you are, Steve," she said. "A nice, juicy steak, with all the trimmings. Go ahead! Dig in!" She then returned to the kitchen.
Steve squinted and stared at Wonder Woman. It was impossible for him to "dig in," as his wrists were still bound to his chair. Besides that, the ball gag was still firmly in his mouth.
Wonder Woman came back from the kitchen after retrieving another drink. She brought the bottle of whiskey with her this time, and sat down at the table next to Steve. "What's this?" she remarked. "Why Steve! You haven't touched your dinner! Don't you like it?"
Wonder Woman picked up a steak knife and cut off a piece of the steak. She stabbed it with a fork, and like a mother attempting to coax a fussy baby into eating, she waved it in front of Steve's ball-gagged mouth and said, "Mmmm! Good! Here, Steve! Have just one bite! One iddy-biddy bite!"
Wonder Woman then relaxed her countenance and said, "If you don't eat this, I'll just have to throw it away!"
Steve was hungry, and he would have dearly loved to eat that steak, but Wonder Woman showed no sign of releasing him. Instead, she cried "crocodile tears" and said, "I cook and I slave over a hot stove, and for what? Men!" She then put the slice of steak in her own mouth and began chewing.
As Wonder Woman ate, she picked up the steak knife. Examining it carefully, she pondered aloud, "I wonder what Lorena Bobbit was thinking when she used a knife like this to cut off her husband's…" then trailed off. Steve was horrified! This couldn't be Wonder Woman!
Wonder Woman sat back down and took another swig of her rapidly diminishing liquor. She looked at Steve, then in mock enlightenment, said, "Oh, I know why you don't want to eat! You don't want to smear your lipstick! I suppose you could use a little touch-up! Don't worry! I'll take care of it!"
Wonder Woman got up and returned a moment later with a lipstick, of the same lustrous red shade she was wearing. But as soon as she removed the vile ball gag from Steve's mouth, Steve blurted out, "You can't fool me! Who are you, and what did you do with the real Wonder Woman?"
"Why Steve," replied the superheroine, "I most certainly am the real Wonder Woman! How can you say that to the woman you love?"
"If you're really Wonder Woman, prove it!" said Steve. "She would never act like this! Not unless she were mad, or under a strange spell or something!" If he could just keep her talking, thought Steve, this woman would eventually make a mistake, and Steve could get the upper hand.
"Prove it?" repeated the superheroine. "Why, certainly! I know just what to do!" She took another gulp of whiskey, got up from her chair, and went to the closet. She returned with Steve's pistol in her hand.
Steve now feared for his life. If this was some sort of supervillainess who had somehow done away with Wonder Woman, her plan might be to dispose of everyone who was in any way associated with the real Wonder Woman so that she wouldn't be exposed. That would mean that this woman would have no compunction whatever in killing him right here and now.
Wonder Woman cocked the pistol. Steve was anticipating a quick shot in the back of the neck, and it would be all over.
Instead, the statuesque brunette grabbed Steve's chair and spun him away from the table. Wonder Woman then placed the handle of the pistol in Steve's grip and said, "All right, Steve. Shoot at me! I could use a quick game of 'Bullets and Bracelets'!"
Steve was nonplussed. If this woman were an imposter, there would be no way she could harmlessly bounce away any bullets fired at her. Especially bullets fired by him, since he was a crack shot. He wondered what she was planning. Perhaps she had replaced his bullets with blanks, but then how could she explain away the lack of a ricochet from her bracelets? The only way to find out was to try, thought Steve.
Steve took aim at his captor. Difficult as it was with his wrist bound in his chair, he determined that he would shoot this obvious impostress in a non-vital place. Then, with her incapacitated, he could escape. Then he could use the Magic Lasso to force the woman to reveal what had happened to the real Wonder Woman, and then rescue her, if she was still alive. He fired.
Blam! Kapweeng! The bullet bounced harmlessly off Wonder Woman's bracelet. "You can do better than that," said the superheroine. "You weren't even aiming at anything vital! Go ahead. Try again."
Steve couldn't believe it. The woman must have gotten lucky somehow. Steve took careful aim again and fired.
Krak! Ping! "That's better, but you still haven't come close," said Wonder Woman. "This time, aim here," she said, pointing to the star in the middle of her tiara. "And give it all you've got!"
Frustrated beyond reason, Steve aimed and quickly fired three shots, each aimed squarely between the woman's deep blue eyes. Pow! Pow! Pow!
Sping!! Ping-Pang! came the sounds from Wonder Woman's bracelets, with the third shot ricocheting in such a way that the pistol flew from Steve's hand. Wonder Woman bent down and picked it up. She showed it to Steve, and declared, "This weapon is now completely useless. See for yourself how I was able to direct that last ricochet back into the barrel."
"By the way," added Wonder Woman, "If you're thinking someone might have heard the shots, forget it. This apartment is soundproof."
Steve didn't want to, but he looked at the pistol. Sure enough, it was now ruined. Steve came grudgingly to the conclusion that this woman was indeed the real Wonder Woman. Hopelessly, Steve resigned himself to the inevitable. In an attempt to ease tensions between himself and his captor, he said, "I think I'd like that steak now, if you don't mind."
"I'm afraid I threw it away, Steve," replied Wonder Woman. "After all, you must keep your girlish figure."
"My girlish what?" repeated Steve. "You've gone mad, Wonder Woman. Let me help you before it's too late."
"Be quiet, Steve," said Wonder Woman, "Or I'll put that ball gag back into your mouth."
"What did you do to Diana Prince to get her to agree to this torture?" asked Steve, in an effort to change the subject, and to get the sadistic woman talking again.
"Diana?" asked Wonder Woman with open-mouthed amazement. "Diana? You still don't get it, do you, Steve, or Stephanie, as you'll soon be known?"
"Get what?" asked Steve. "And what do you mean I'll 'soon be known' as 'Stephanie'?"
"Wait here, and I'll show you," replied Wonder Woman, as she turned and went into the bedroom.
Again with the "wait here," thought Steve. He still wasn't going anywhere.
Wonder Woman returned a moment later with a bundle of clothing. "Do you recognize this?" she asked Steve.
"Yes," replied Steve. "Of course. That's some of Diana's clothes."
"Correct," said Wonder Woman. "Just like the ones you're wearing. Now, watch. Watch and learn."
Wonder Woman took off her boots. She held out a skirt, and stepped into it. Pulling it up to her waist, she cinched the belt. She then put on a long-sleeved blouse that covered her bracelets, buttoned it, and stuffed the tails underneath the waist of the skirt. Finally, as the superheroine put on a coat that did a good job of hiding her twin towers she said, "I call this my 'Annette Funicello' coat. Well, what do you think, Stephanie? How do I look?"
"I'm sure you think of yourself as quite the master of disguise," said Steve, "But what are you trying to prove?"
Wonder Woman sighed. "All right Stephanie," she said. "Now for the 'piece de resistance'." She took out a pair of horn-rimmed spectacles, and placed them on her face. Then, she reached back and changed her hair, forming a conservative bun.
"No!" gasped Steve. "It can't be! Diana? Diana Prince?"
"That's right, Stephanie," replied the disguised superheroine. "Diana Prince and Wonder Woman are one and the same! What a burner on you, huh?"
"I don't believe it!" declared Steve. "It can't be!"
"It can't be?" repeated Diana. "Wonder Woman said she wants to see you tonight," she said, repeating her sentence to Steve from earlier that evening. "I'll be spending the evening with a gentleman friend," she continued, then added, looking directly at Steve, "But he won't be a gentleman for very long."
Steve grudgingly accepted the truth, then said, "Just what do you mean by that? What do you mean 'a gentleman for very long'? And why do you keep calling me 'Stephanie'?"
"Haven't you figured it out yet, Stephanie?" asked Diana. "I'm turning you into a woman!"
"You're what?!" screeched Steve in an octave higher than his usual voice.
"I'm turning you into a woman," repeated Diana. "The process has already started, and there's no turning back now."
"You're mad!" shouted Steve. "That's impossible! Not without surgery, anyway."
"No, I'm perfectly sane," countered Diana. "And it is quite possible, using Amazon magic."
"But how?" asked Steve. "Why?"
"Take a look in this mirror Stephanie," said Diana, as she held the glass up. "You're already well on your way."
Steve accepted that he was changing. He could feel it.
"As for how," said Diana, "That's easy. My Magic Lasso, as you are no doubt aware, is firmly wrapped around your sexual organs. It has the effect of keeping your shaft limp and soft, while at the same time causing it to shrink away. In no time, it will be gone forever."
"Then get it off me!" pleaded Steve.
"Oh, even if I did that, it wouldn't do any good," replied Diana. "Once it's started, there's no turning back."
"You mean that silly rope will turn me into a woman?" asked Steve.
"No," replied Diana. "It will just cause you to cease being a man."
"How come this never happened to any of the crooks you bound with the Magic Lasso?" asked Steve, still disbelieving. "They're all still men."
"It only removes manhood if it is applied to the appendage immediately after ejaculation, when it is at its weakest condition," replied Diana.
"So that's why…," began Steve.
"Why I brought you here," finished Diana. "To jerk you off."
"But why?" asked Steve. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Remember last week, when you rescued me from the rouge Amazons?" asked Diana.
"Yes," replied Steve. "Of course. They were ready to put some sort of evil plan into action."
"But you got there in the 'nick of time' and spoiled everything," continued Diana. "Didn't you?"
"That's right," replied Steve.
"That's wrong!" countered Diana. "Those weren't 'rouge' Amazons at all. They were my sisters, and I am their leader!"
"Leader?" repeated Steve quizzically. "Leader of what?"
"Why, leader of the Amazon invasion force!" replied Diana.
"Invasion force?" asked Steve.
"Yes," said Diana. "We were about to strike when you broke in. I merely pretended to be their prisoner, in order to fool you into foolish complacency."
"Strike?" asked Steve. "Strike where? Where were you planning to invade?"
"Oh, I don't mind talking, Stephanie," said Diana. "Soon you'll be joining us. We plan to strike at the heart of America. Why do you suppose I arranged to become your personal secretary? To have access to all your defense secrets, of course! Or did you think that Diana Prince was merely throwing herself at your feet all the time because she -ugh- loved you?"
"I don't believe it!" protested Steve. "The Amazons are a peaceful culture. Their power comes from love. They could never do anything like what you are proposing."
"The Amazons are a warrior race, Stephanie Trevor!" countered Diana. "We are conquerors! All that mumbo-jumbo about the Amazons and their peace-loving ways was just a fairy tale; a ruse to get you to lower your defenses. Soon, all men will be under our high heels!"
"But you, as Wonder Woman, are a superheroine!" declared Steve. "You've risked your life hundreds of times to save me and other men like me! How can you do what you say you'll do?"
"My role as 'World's Mightiest Superheroine' was all part of the plan," said Diana. "Now, we are ready to strike!"
"But why me?" asked Steve. "Surely you could have carried out your twisted plan without changing me into a woman! Why don't you just kill me instead?"
"I am changing you into a woman because your surprise appearance at our gathering indicated that you still held some secrets from me," explained Diana. "So, in order for you to be under our total control, we decided to make you one of us. You see, not only will you become a woman, you will become an Amazon! And you will willingly give us whatever information we need, as you fight alongside us."
"Well then, what are you waiting for?" asked Steve.
"It is up to me to decide just exactly what kind of a woman I shall make of you, Stephanie," replied Diana, as she held the mirror to her own face, and then to Steve's. "Take a look. The way I've made you up, with that wig and my clothes, and the curves given you by the tension of the Magic Lasso, you and I could pass for twins."
"Or at least sisters," said Steve. He was still trying to distract the Amazon; still thinking of escape.
"Sisters?" repeated Diana. "That's it! I'll make you into a duplicate of my sister, Dru!"
"You mean Wonder Girl?" asked Steve.
"Yes," replied Diana. "And I'm glad you figured that out. If Diana Prince, who is in reality Wonder Woman, has a sister, it stands to reason that that sister would be Wonder Girl."
"What exactly are you planning?" asked Steve.
"Well," replied Diana, "I didn't tell you how your change from non-man to Amazon would actually occur."
"Oh?" asked Steve. "And just how is that operation performed? Surgery?"
"Just a moment," replied Diana. "And I'll show you. Wait here."
Again with the "wait here," thought Steve, as he watched Diana walk swiftly into the closet and return a moment later.
"Do you recognize this?" asked Diana, holding out some red, blue and gold garments.
"That looks like Wonder Girl's costume," replied Steve.
"That's right," confirmed Diana. "As I told you before, she was going to a slumber party after cheerleader practice tonight. So, she couldn't very well wear her costume. The other girls might find out her secret identity. Not that it matters-she's such a dimwitted girl anyway. It was all I could do to keep her from revealing our alter egos, just to impress boys. Sometimes I wonder if she shouldn't really be a blonde."
"I'm sure that's going to be the least of your worries," interjected Steve. "Once she joins you in conquering America."
"Oh, she won't be joining us," contradicted Diana. "As a matter of fact, she knows nothing about the Amazons' attack. We didn't think we could trust her. You know, I've tried and I've tried to teach Dru the superior ways of the Amazons, but she just doesn't seem to get it."
"Anyway, Stephanie," continued Diana, "You will wear Wonder Girl's costume during your final rise to womanhood."
"I still don't see how wearing a superheroine costume will change me," said Steve.
"Oh, don't forget that you'll be wearing this little accessory," said Diana, as she held up a sash of gold.
Steve recognized the item immediately. "Wonder Girl's Magic Belt!" he exclaimed.
"That's right," said Diana "Just like the one worn by me. But if you're thinking it will also give you super powers like mine does, forget it. My belt only empowers me, and Dru's belt only makes her super."
"Then what do you intend on doing with it?" asked Steve.
"Why, you'll wear it of course," replied Diana. "It will change you into a woman."
"How?" asked Steve.
"How's your mythology, Stephanie?" asked Diana.
"My what?" replied Steve.
"Mythology," repeated Diana. "You know, the magic of the ancients."
"Not too good," replied Steve. "I only know what you told me. Back when we were…, When we were…"
"Friends?" finished Diana. "Almost lovers? Well, never mind about that. You see, the Magic Belts are made from the original girdle of Aphrodite. Aphrodite was known by other names, and through the passage of time, the origin of the girdle became obscured. Some confused Aphrodite with Gaea, the Earth goddess. And the Romans; Do you know what name the Romans gave to the goddess of love?"
"Venus," replied Steve.
"That's right," confirmed Diana. "And the belt was known as the 'Venus Girdle'. Do you know what happens when someone wears the Venus Girdle?"
Steve remembered, and shuddered at the thought. It was on "Jeopardy!" or maybe "Hollywood Squares" where he heard that bit of trivia. "The wearer becomes…" he started.
"…the most beautiful woman in the world," concluded Diana.
"Will it hurt?" asked Steve.
"Oh, I don't think so," replied Diana. "But then, I've never been a man, so I wouldn't know."
"How long will it take?" asked Steve.
"A couple of hours, I guess," replied Diana. "I'll enjoy watching you metamorphose."
Diana bent down to untie Steve before dressing him in Wonder Girl's costume. Steve sat docile, as the disguised Amazon loosened his restraints. But as soon as his hands were free, he leapt at the woman, determined to gain his freedom from her clutches.
"So!" Diana exclaimed. "The little pecker-and I do mean 'little,'-still has some fight in him! Did you forget, Stephanie, that I still have on my own belt?"
Steve had forgotten exactly that. He had been fooled by Wonder Woman's change into Diana Prince; into clothes that effectively hid the Magic Belt from view. As Diana struck him in the back of the neck, he fell, dazed.
A few minutes later, Steve came out of his fog. He was no longer strapped to the chair. Instead, he was hogtied and was lying on the floor. He was now wearing Wonder Girl's costume, with one of two existing Magic Belts around his waist. His dominatrix, still in her Diana Prince identity, picked him up.
As Steve struggled to get free of his bonds, Diana admonished him, "It's no use, Stephanie. You're bound in Wonder Girl's Magic Lasso. As you know, the Magic Lassos are unbreakable. I'm still wearing mine, so even if you managed to loosen the knots and somehow escape, you wouldn't get past me. Surrender yourself to the inevitable!"
"Never!" said Steve in defiance.
"Suit yourself," said Diana as she carried Steve into the bedroom, not exactly in the way he had earlier hoped. "Just let me add one more note to your suffering. I lied when I told you that the effects you have undergone are irreversible. As small as it now is, your meatstick is still potentially a potent weapon. It can restore you."
"How?" asked Steve, his attention fully focused on what Diana was going to say next.
"Simple," replied the Amazon. "All you have to do is get it inside the vagina of a Amazon virgin. That will immediately rejuvenate your manhood and make you invulnerable to any further attempts at such an operation. The magic just wouldn't work again. It's the downside of all our Amazon power with which you are now so intimately familiar."
"You mean I would become some kind of an extra-mortal? A new kind of male? A super-male?" asked Steve.
"Yeah," replied Diana. "That's right. But since I'm the only Amazon virgin around here, and I have my belt on, there's not much chance of that, is there?"
"No," agreed Steve. "I guess not."
Diana pulled up a chair to enjoy the spectacle of watching Steve/Stephanie/Wonder Girl go through his final transformation. She wondered if he/she was going to turn out to look exactly like her. It stood to reason that hey would appear to be the same, since they both were wearing Venus Girdles. But before Diana sat down, she thought: All this fighting and talking has worn me out. I think I'll go into the kitchen and pour myself another drink.
Diana entered the kitchen, and inspected the bottle of whiskey she had been working on all that evening. It was empty. "By Hera," she exclaimed, "I really need another drink!" I don't suppose Stephanie will cause me any more trouble tonight, thought Diana. So, I can make a trip to the Liquor Store. "I just wish someplace closer carried my brand!" she said to herself. "I won't be back for an hour. I suppose I could use my invisible plane, but it might arouse suspicions if Wonder Woman were to be seen flying in for a bottle of booze! Not that it will matter soon. Once my sisters and I are in charge there'll be a lot more for people to worry about than that."
Diana decided that before she made a run to gather her favorite libation, she'd better check on her new sister-to-be to make absolutely sure "Stephanie" couldn't get away. Satisfied that the bindings were escape-proof, Diana told Steve, "I'll be back in about an hour. Don't go anywhere!"
As Steve heard the door slam behind Diana, he thought, "Stay here!" "Don't go anywhere!" She keeps acting like I'm going to jump right up and walk out of here! What is she? Nuts? Oh yeah, I suppose she is! Anyway, it's hopeless.
Steve surrendered to his fate.
About twenty minutes later, Steve heard someone opening the door to the apartment. He thought: Is she back already? But Diana said it would take an hour! Maybe it's a burglar! Maybe I'm saved! If he'll just come in here…,
"Diana?" Steve heard a feminine voice call out.
"Sis?" said the voice again. "It's me. Dru!"
Steve's heart sank. It was only Wonder Woman's sister. She wouldn't help him, thought Steve.
"Diana?" said Dru. "Diana, what's a 'diaphragm'? The girls on the cheerleading squad said I need to bring a diaphragm because some of the boys from the football team are coming to the slumber party. Do you have one I can borrow? Diana? Where are you?"
Dru entered the bedroom. "Oh, Diana!" she said, looking at the transforming body of Steve Trevor. "There you are! But what are you doing in bed, wearing my costume? And why are you all tied up with a Magic Lasso?"
Steve remained silent and motionless.
Dru thought for a moment, then gasped, "Burglars! Yes! That must be it! They came in; Your costume was in the wash, so you tried to fool them by making them think you were me, but why would you do that? Wonder Girl isn't supposed to live here, because of all that 'secret identity' stuff you're always telling me about."
"Anyway," continued Dru, "They knocked you up, er, out -I always get those two expressions mixed up- then they tied you out, er, up, and went about their business! I wonder if they're still here? I'd better change into Wonder Girl and find out!"
Realizing that the only way she was going to change into her costume was to strip it from the prone body on the bed, Dru began unbinding Steve from the tight hogtie her big sister had applied.
"Boy, they sure tied you up tight, sis," commented Dru. "There. That does it! Now for the costume."
Dru released the Magic Lasso after untying Steve. She turned around and sat on the bed as she stripped herself of her cheerleading uniform. Now free, Steve managed to grasp the Magic Lasso. At the same time, he released the Magic Belt from around his waist. Immediately his diabolical transformation ceased. Still grasping the Magic Lasso, he hid it and the Magic Belt underneath the pillow on the bed.
A moment later, Dru, now naked, turned around in anticipation of donning her costume that she intended to strip from her "sis". She was surprised to see the body on the bed had become conscious.
"Diana?" she asked, not recognizing Steve, who had indeed started to look like Wonder Woman from the now-stalled transformation. "Can I…, er…, May I please have my costume? I want to go after those crooks that tied you up!"
"No, young lady," replied Steve. "You may not!"
Used to her big sister denying her adventure, Dru whined, "Aw, gee, Diana! How am I supposed to become a superheroine if you never let me chase after…?" Dru's plea was cut short as Steve produced the Magic Lasso from under the pillow and encircled the young girl with it.
"Tell me, young lady," commanded Steve, "Are you an Amazon virgin?"
Bound by the Magic Lasso, Dru had to tell the truth. "Of course I am, Diana," she said. "You know I am. You always told me that if a man should ever enter my body, whether I wanted him to or not, I would become forever subservient to him, as would any Amazon virgin to any man who had committed such an unspeakable act."
Then, Dru added with eagerness, "How did I do, Diana? Did I remember it right? Did I recite the Amazonian curse, the way you always taught me to remember?"
"That was just fine," said Steve. "And very interesting, that part about becoming subservient to whatever man pops your cherry."
"Pops my cherry?" repeated Dru. "Oh, I get it. More slang. Well, can I go?"
"No," replied Steve. "Instead of going after burglars, I want you to do something for me."
"Oh?" said Dru. "What?"
"Lie down here and spread your legs!" commanded Steve, as he removed the wig Diana had made him wear. "You're about to get your cherry popped!"
"Oh, no!" cried Dru, as she obeyed the compulsion of her own Magic Lasso. "Steve!"
"At your service," replied Steve as he pulled down the blue briefs of Wonder Girl's costume from around his waist.
Instantly, Steve's chubby sprang to life. All Dru could do was lie there and take it. And take it she did. Not only did Steve's pepperoni grow large as he entered the young Amazon's portal, it continued to grow as it went in. So much so, that Dru screeched loudly in pain. This time, Steve was glad the apartment was soundproof.
Steve had such control of his big uncle that he was able to gauge and time his thrusts perfectly to the now-willing gyrations of his partner. He came and she climaxed at precisely the same time.
A moment later, Steve was ready to do it again, even if it was just to make sure he was truly all the way back to being a man. However, Dru had passed out. So he decided to try a little experiment. He took Wonder Girl's Magic Lasso and wrapped it around his prong, in an effort to see if it would have the same injurious effect as before. Nothing happened, but Steve held his relief in check. There's one more way to find out, he thought.
Leaving the young Amazon lying on the bed, Steve searched around the apartment for a bottle of chloroform and a wad of cotton, just in case the young Amazon needed to be rendered unconscious again. He found both items in the bathroom medicine cabinet. "I figured I'd find this stuff here," he said to himself. "I always suspected that Wonder Woman secretly enjoyed getting chloroformed. Here, in the comfort of her own apartment, she could really knock herself out." Then he spied a bottle of smelling salts. I'd better take this too, he thought. In case I need it to wake her up.
After soaking the rag in chloroform, Steve went back into the bedroom. He then opened and placed the bottle of smelling salts on the bedstand. Holding the rag out of view but ready, he retrieved Wonder Girl's Magic Belt from its hiding place under the pillow. He approached the nude, sleeping figure, and quickly attached the belt to her waist. This is dangerous, he thought. But he had to make sure.
The young Amazon instantly woke, blinked her eyes, and appeared to be as strong as ever. She looked at Steve and said, "Oh, thank you Steve. Putting my belt around my waist was a good idea. I'm sorry I passed out."
"Would you like to do it again?" asked Steve. "I mean, have me put my privates in yours?"
"Why sure, Steve," replied Dru. "Let me take my belt off first, so it won't get in your way. I'm awake now, so I won't need it anymore."
Dru unfastened her Magic Belt and threw it out of reach, then asked, "Only, can't I make you something to eat first? Or maybe do the laundry? Sew a button or two on your shirts?"
That was all the proof Steve needed. Dru was being subservient to him. Now to make her big sister follow suit.
Steve had to come up with a plan, and fast. It was fortunate for him that Dru had on only her cheerleader's uniform, and was, without her Magic Belt, unable to resist him. With Wonder Woman, however, it would not be so easy. She still had on her full costume, Magic Belt and all, underneath her Diana Prince disguise.
Steve had to think, but he couldn't do it on an empty stomach. He had followed Diana's earlier instructions, and hadn't eaten at all before coming over to the apartment. So he had Dru, who had changed back into her cheerleader's outfit, make him some dinner. Dru was happy to comply, and gazed admiringly at Steve as he scarfed down the quick dinner Dru had made for him.
With his strength returned and his mind focused, Steve came up with an idea, but he had to find something out first. So he asked Dru, "Tell me, Dru, how does the Magic Belt give you your super powers?"
"I don't know," replied Dru. "I don't think anybody knows. It just does."
"And the power it has to make the wearer the most beautiful woman in the world?" continued Steve. "It just does that, too? No explanation?"
"That's right," confirmed Dru. "And you should know, even though your little man with the helmet is now immune to the effects of the Magic Lasso, the rest of you is not. If you are bound by it, your will is sapped. And as for the Magic Belt, it still has the power to transform you into a woman."
"But just how powerful is the Magic Belt?" asked Steve. "Do I only need to touch it, and it will transform me?"
"Oh no," replied Dru. "Though I need only to touch mine to obtain my super powers, that is explained by the fact that my Magic Belt is attuned to me. But for it to transform the wearer, it must be cinched tightly around the waist, otherwise it won't work."
"And the two belts' power?" continued Steve. "Is it additive?"
"You mean if the wearer had on both belts, would she or he be transformed faster?" said Dru. "I think so, yeah."
Then Dru noticed Steve's empty plate and asked, "Finished with your dinner, Steve? Would you like to make love to me again?"
"Er," replied Steve. "Maybe later."
"Then can I go back to my party?" asked Dru. "By the way, Steve, you wouldn't happen to have a diaphragm I could borrow, would you?"
"Er, no," replied Steve, thinking of just how close he came to being in a condition where he could use one. "And you'd better forget about returning to your party. I may need you to answer some more questions."
"Aw Steve," whined Dru. "You're just like Diana. She never lets me have any fun either."
Steve again paused to consider just how close he came to permanently looking just like Wonder Woman. But it was fortunate, Steve thought, that he had closely resembled Wonder Woman, at least long enough to fool Wonder Girl.
The key, Steve thought, to overpowering Wonder Woman lay in stripping her of her Magic Belt and avoiding her Magic Lasso. Without those items, she'd be as helpless as an ordinary woman. But the question was: How to do it?
"Oh, speak of the angel, er devil," said Dru. "I think I hear my sister coming now."
Steve heard Wonder Woman coming, too. But now, after talking to Dru, he had a plan. "Quick!" he told Dru. "Hide in the bedroom closet and be quiet!"
"O.K., Steve," agreed Dru.
Steve readjusted the Wonder Girl costume he was still wearing. He had to arrange his love dart just right so that it would not leave an obvious bulge in the girl's briefs. This was difficult, as Steve's veinous maximus (after being fully restored and then some) had grown hard again after just talking with Wonder Girl. But through superior self-control, Steve was able to manage the concealment. He lied down on the bed and loosely placed Wonder Girl's Magic Belt about his waist, making sure not to fasten it, but also making sure it obscured the fact that he no longer had a "girlish figure". Next, he fetched Wonder Girl's Magic Lasso and draped it around himself in the same manner that Wonder Woman had bound him, only this time his hands remained free. Finally, he lied down on his back, making it appear that his hands and arms were still bound. Then, he waited.
A moment later, the door to the apartment burst open and in came Wonder Woman, still in her Diana Prince identity. "Stephanie?" she called out. "Stephanie, your sister has returned!"
Bearing a grocery bag carrying several bottles of whiskey, one of which she had already opened and sampled, the disguised Amazon closed and locked the door and staggered into the kitchen. She placed the grocery sack on the counter, and as she was removing the contents, she called out again, "Stephanie?"
I wonder what's wrong, thought Wonder Woman. The change surely must be complete by now. She interrupted the removal of her "goodies" from the sack, and walked into the bedroom. Noticing right away that the belt had somehow become detached from around Steve's waist, she said, "So, Stephanie. You managed to break out of your corset! I suppose we'll just have to start over. Only, since we haven't much time before our sister Amazons begin their attack, I'll have to speed up the process."
The corrupt superheroine quickly removed her Diana Prince disguise and stood revealed as Wonder Woman. Steve noticed that Wonder Woman released her Magic Lasso from the clasp on the Magic Belt. But instead of ensnaring Steve in the Magic Lasso, Wonder Woman removed her Magic Belt.
Based on what Wonder Girl had told him, Steve expected Wonder Woman to try to accelerate his transformation by adding her own belt's power to her sister's. Now, it appeared that Wonder Woman was attempting just exactly that.
"Well, Stephanie, It looks as though you'll have to wear two Magic Belts before this night is over," Wonder Woman said as she approached the prone figure.
Just as Wonder Woman was about to attach the despicable girdle, Steve reached out from behind his back and quickly wrapped Wonder Girl's Magic Lasso around Wonder Woman's neck. Surprised, the demented superheroine dropped her Magic Belt and immediately clutched at the hands that were now strangling her. Wonder Woman's eyes bugged out as she gasped for air, clawing vainly at Steve's strong hands. Steve then heaved his knee into the woman's midsection, knocking the rest of the air from her lungs. A moment later, she tumbled to the floor unconscious.
Dru exited from her hiding place as soon as she no longer heard the scuffling. She saw Steve as he was bending over her big sister's unmoving body. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "You killed Diana! You bastard!"
"Be quiet, Dru!" admonished Steve. "She's not dead. She's just unconscious!"
"Oh," said Dru. "Are you going to rape her?"
"I have to, Dru," replied Steve. "I'm sorry, but I have no choice. I must stop her from leading your sister Amazons against America."
"That's not what I meant," said Dru. "I was just going to ask if I could watch!"
After quickly dismissing Dru from the bedroom, Steve looked back down at the fallen superheroine. He inserted his fingers under the waistband of Wonder Woman's blue satin star-spangled briefs and began gently pulling. He had often thought about performing this act, but he had always hoped it would be under different circumstances, with a conscious and willing partner.
Unbeknownst to Steve, the bottle of smelling salts that he had earlier opened and placed on the table next to the bed in anticipation of having to revive Dru during their earlier encounter had been knocked over in his struggle with Wonder Woman. The bottle was emptying its contents onto the floor adjacent to the nose of the unconscious woman whom he was preparing to ravish.
Groggily, Wonder Woman slowly began to regain consciousness, and felt Steve's pull on her costume. She quickly realized that she had to escape Steve's clutches if she were to lead the Amazons to victory against the American males. She wasn't quite sure how to overpower and defeat Steve, as she realized that somehow Steve had gained control of Wonder Girl's Magic Lasso. If she miscalculated, it would be a simple matter for Steve to wield that powerful weapon and subdue her again.
Just as Steve was pulling Wonder Woman's briefs from her ankles, Wonder Woman discovered she was holding something in her hand. It was her own Magic Lasso that she had removed from her Magic Belt just before Steve attacked! Wonder Woman comprehended that all she needed to do was drape the golden strand over Steve's shoulders, and she would be safe. But she couldn't do it just yet. Steve had to get closer; otherwise he might avoid Wonder Woman's pounce. So she waited for the right moment.
Steve, having removed the prone woman's shorts, slid himself into position. He moved his body closer to Wonder Woman's clutches.
Closer, thought Wonder Woman. I'll have to time this just right. Closer…, closer…, Then, just as Steve was ready, Wonder Woman lifted her arm and tossed her Magic Lasso in an arc aimed to land squarely on Steve's shoulders. But at that precise moment, Steve's phallus entered Wonder Woman's chute.
"Ugh!" grunted Wonder Woman. "Must… not… climax…," The Magic Lasso fell around Steve's shoulders. "Don't… don't…" groaned Wonder Woman.
Steve was beginning to feel the compulsive effects of Wonder Woman's Magic Lasso, but couldn't obey her command, because her command was incomplete. He asked, "Don't? Don't what?"
"Don't…, don't…, stop!" cried Wonder Woman.
"Don't stop?" asked Steve. "Why, it would be my pleasure to not stop!" He pushed in further, with renewed strength. He was elated to learn that his partner had woken up, and that now they were enjoying each other's embrace together.
"Can I go back to my slumber party now?" asked Dru.
"All right," replied Wonder Woman. "Only I don't want to hear any more about wanting to use a diaphragm."
"Aw Diana," whined Dru. "Can't I ever have any fun? How do you ever expect me to become popular?"
"I don't want you fooling around with a diaphragm," declared Wonder Woman. "You're too young. Here. Take these instead."
"Gee," said Dru. "Thanks Diana. Although I don't know what good it will do to bring whiskey and cigarettes to my party." Dru took the items and ran off.
"I hope she has fun," said Steve. He was sitting on the sofa in the living room, smoking a cigarette.
"I'm sure she will," said Wonder Woman. "Look, Steve darling, I'm really sorry about the way I treated you."
"Never mind," said Steve. "It's all over."
"I just wanted to apologize," countered Wonder Woman. "We Amazons had no business being so arrogant as to think we could subjugate American men. You're just too smart for us."
"I'm glad you feel that way Diana," said Steve. "Because it means your mission to Man's World wasn't a total waste."
"Why not?" asked Wonder Woman.
"Because you learned something today," said Steve.
"I suppose you're right," agreed Wonder Woman. "But are you sure your one-eyed trouser snake is all right? It got quite a workout this evening."
"There's only one way to find out," said Steve as he led the Amazon to her bedroom. She followed in anticipatory supplication.
EPILOGUE
With Wonder Woman's help, the entire force of renegade Amazons was captured in a matter of hours. The superheroine had led her sisters into a trap where they were overcome by chloroform.
Steve Trevor held a secret lottery where each of the most eligible and fit bachelors in the military was awarded an Amazon spouse. The women contentedly accepted their domestic positions, and the men became more vigorous and robust. As a result, other nations' militaries fell further behind that of the Americans'.
Wonder Woman maintained her role in public as the World's Greatest Superheroine, but when she was at home, she was demure Mrs. Diana Trevor, contented housewife, even as she wore her costume to bed each night.
And due to Dru's popularity, she was made captain of the cheerleading squad.