THE TRUE WARIME ADVENTURES OF WONDERWOMAN THE REAL STORY OF FORMULA 407 by Magdaz Disclaimer ; Wonder Woman is owned by DC Comics. The following is a work of fanfiction Prologue General Blenkenship invited Steve and Diana to witness tests on a new formula which made rubber as indestructible as steel. The scientist, Professor Moreno, who created the formula was a citizen of neutral Argentina. As Diana can spoke fluent Spanish, she accompanied Steve to collect the formula from Buenos Aires. But the Nazis had heard about the formula too, and there were other new discoveries which the Americans knew nothing about. Steve and Diana arrived in Argentina and drove to the embassy with the American Ambassador. Their car was run off the road by Nazi agents. Its occupants were ordered at gun point to a secluded spot where they were to be killed but luckily the agents left Diana behind to care for the dazed driver. Running from the car she spun into her Wonder Woman persona and rescued Steve and the Ambassador. Having chased off the Nazi agents, she noticed a horseman watching her from a nearby hill. He did not intervene in the fight so she dismissed his appearance as a coincidence. 1. An Evening at Professor Moreno's That evening Steve and Diana attended a formal dinner ball at Professor Moreno's home. Diana wore an elegant black silk dress with thin shoulder straps. It fell smoothly over her large breasts, baring her shoulders and the upper part of her chest, gathering at her waist in dark folds before falling to a hemline just below her knees. Her shoes had much higher heels that she normally wore. Her hair was swept back into her normal pony-tail and she was wearing her glasses. She and Steve were introduced to the Professor's daughter, Lydia, his assistant Maria and Major Keller, a German who was engaged to marry Maria. Diana looked round the group of eighty or so guests enjoying themselves in the luxurious room. Many of the women were beautiful and the men, without exception were elegant. She noticed Professor Moreno's daughter Lydia talking animatedly to Steve Trevor who, in Diana's eyes was ogling the beautiful young woman. A butler announced that dinner was served and to Diana's annoyance Steve escorted Lydia into the dining room. Diana was escorted in by Professor Moreno and found herself sitting between the Professor and a stunningly handsome man called Antonio Cruz. Cruz told her that he had been engaged on scientific development with Professor Moreno but his looks were more appropriate to a film star than a research scientist. He seemed to be rich as well as good looking and turned out to be an interesting and amusing dinner companion. However Diana's mind was on Steve and she ignored much of the table conversation, and found her face becoming frozen with the efforts of looking interested. Suddenly, she became aware that Cruz was staring down the top of her dress. She coloured as she realised that she was revealing more of her breasts than she intended. Cruz soothed her concerns telling her how beautiful she looked. Diana was flattered by the attentions of such a handsome man as well as irritated by the lack of interest shown by Steve Trevor who was still fawning over the lovely Lydia. Diana tried to remember that she was here on business but was distracted by Steve's indifferent behaviour and Cruz's advances which she found more charming as the dinner progressed. Somehow she was unable to tear her eyes away from his. The dinner was delicious. Diana drank several glasses of wine. An efficient waiter seemed intent on keeping her glass full at all times. Then she overheard Moreno and Cruz talking in Spanish about the formulae. She affected innocence and remarked to the Professor that she was only aware of one formula. The men exchanged glances but made no effort to satisfy her curiosity. Feeling spurned, Diana automatically raised her glass and drank, feeling the cool wine slide down her throat. The band began to play and Diana felt a strong pang of jealousy as she saw Steve lead Lydia onto the dance floor. Then, "May I have this dance?" Antonio Cruz was on his feet at her side looking down rather expectantly. "I'd be delighted," she said, quietly seething at Steve's behaviour. The band played a tango and Cruz was a superb dancer. She was suddenly aware that the whole room seemed to be watching them exhibition as they glided around the floor, and she found that she was wrapping herself around her partner in a sensuous, even wanton manner. In her heels, she was his equal in height. Cruz gripped her closer and her breasts touched his chest sending a charge through her body. She tried to concentrate on the dance realising that in these heels she could easily trip and make a fool of herself. When they moved into a second dance, a waltz, Diana decided to probe the question of the second formula. She moved closer to Cruz, quite seductively in the hope of wheedling the information that she wanted to know. He brushed off her enquiries in a joking manner. "Yes, Diana. There is a second formula but in a quite different field - I doubt that you would be professionally interested - but on a personal basis, who knows?" He smiled at her enigmatically as they swept round the floor. She leant her head against his shoulder. "Personally…, that sounds intriguing - do tell !" Cruz drew back and looked at her and she was stunned to feel her insides stir, and growing heat in her crotch area. "Have you heard of pheromone ?" He whispered drawing her close. She looked at him thoughtfully. "I think it is some form of animal scent - something to do with hormones". Cruz gave her a patronising smile. "Not bad - but not anything like the whole story. Maybe we can discuss it later" The music stopped and they returned to the table. Diana felt suddenly suffocated by the heat and the noise as well as confused by her own feelings. She excused herself and left the room. She found a door, which led to a balcony. The night was dark and pleasantly warm. She looked down into the garden and to her shock she saw Steve and Lydia locked in a passionate embrace. She stepped back into the shadows, her high heels clicking on the hard surface. She heard a sound behind her and turning saw a man crossing the balcony towards her. It was Cruz. She said nothing. He came up, lightly, behind her. Then, except for his breathing, there was nothing: no word, no touch. Her head began to swim, What was happening? There was no rational explanation for this. She knew she should excuse herself and return to the company. Their situation was, to say the least, inappropriate. And yet, Diana did nothing - nor did Cruz. Then suddenly, she found herself wishing he would make a move. She wanted him to kiss her - perhaps do more. She wondered what he was waiting for. But even as the words formed in her mind, Diana knew the answer. He was waiting for permission. Not an involuntary gesture; something deliberate and unmistakable, something that could only mean yes. Diana turned, closed her eyes and kissed him on the mouth. Immediately, his hands came up and took her head between them. He kissed her hard and long and pressed her to him. She pressed back and moaned gently. She felt her whole skin vibrating. His hands moved down either of her head and reached in front of her, moving lightly over her breasts, finding the nipples, already hard and pressing against his fingers. She felt her excitement grow and instinctively, she tried to help him pulling at the top of her dress. His hands moved beneath it. His fingers stroked her breasts, side to side, bringing her nipples into full erection, through the lace of her brassiere. Diana felt herself falling into his hands. His tongue licked her neck. Her nipples were his now, rubbed between fingers, teased and brushed. He leant towards her and whispered, "Lift your skirt!" She should have been outraged but unaccountably, she bent down and did what he asked, wadding her skirt up to her waist above her stocking-tops, bare flesh now quite cool in the night air. He pushed her back against the balcony wall Briefly, he stepped away from her, then Diana heard a fumble as his fly buttons became undone and a quick catch of his breath as he released himself. A hand reached between her parted thighs which became instantly wet. She moved her hips slightly, rubbing herself against his hardness. Her nipples were trust hard against his chest They throbbed with heat. .. He was impatient with her panties - her silk directoire style lingerie. Diana thought that he was going to tear them. She freed one of her own hands and reached down to peel them over her plump thighs. When they reached her knees, she shimmied to let them drop to her ankles. Without thinking she stepped out of them leaving her completely bare below the waist. His hand explored her vagina, his finger nail reaming her clitoris and she arched back, spreading her legs farther apart, wanting his slippery fingers inside her. Instead, one hand took her thigh just above the knee and raised her leg in the air, leaving her balanced precariously on one high heeled shoe. His movement served to spread her thighs further apart, wide and wider, until she felt a tightness and something just short of pain. He shifted his body and thrust at her. She felt something hard, shocking and cold as he entered her. Diana pressed her mouth into his neck to muffle the sounds she made. Cruz pushed into her, his pelvis tilted beneath hers, and one arm around her shoulder, the other holding her leg high and apart. Diana felt the thrust in his moan even before she felt him inside her, but then she was full of him and she groaned with pleasure. Now quite out of control, she reached for her own breasts. His hand moved up to cup her ass, and with each thrust he seemed somehow able to press in on her clitoris. His pace quickened. Her cunt felt swollen, sticky, open. Then it happened. Her breathing quickened. She moaned aloud as she came, "Uh, uh...ah, ah..yes, yes..." Her body bounced wildly, impaled on his cock. He came as well, hissing into her ear. Suddenly the madness was over. She felt his hand slip quickly away and both her feet were again on the ground. She felt him falling free of her cunt and heard the rustle of his clothing. For a moment he was motionless. Then he moved away. She remained still, her head bowed, staring at the ground. Diana became aware of sticky wetness in her crotch seeping down the bare flesh above her stockings. She reached down and tried to locate her panties at her feet but they were gone. She tried to regain her composure reaching down to adjust her skirt. As it brushed against the mound of her pubic hair, it throbbed and quivered. Her skirt dropped back down around her knees. Diana tried to adjust the lace of her bra over her tender nipples, then fix the top of her dress. Automatically, her hands reached up to test her hair. Despite the passionate encounter, it seemed undisturbed. Suddenly she was stunned, aghast at what she had done. She staggered across the balcony, moved inside and found the ladies room. In the mirror she saw her own face, flushed, lips pursed, shocked at her behaviour. Glassy eyed, she repaired her make-up. She returned to the party in a daze and sat and sat back down at the table. People were talking and dancing. No one seemed to have taken her absence for something unusual. She was relieved of this at least. "Let's dance," Antonio Cruz said. It was an imperative, not a request. Diana rose and accompanied him to the dance floor. He took her strongly in his arms, but in a socially correct manner. "Well, well," he said, his voice intimate at her ear. "Please don't tell anyone," Diana cried, gripping his shoulder with her hand. "Please, please don't tell anyone. I've made a terrible mistake. It was the wine..." she added somewhat lamely as an excuse. "My dear Diana," he laughed, "I have no intention of telling on you. You have a secret. I like secrets. They are powerful. I enjoy power. I also have your panties in my pocket. And it wasn't just the wine. You wanted to know what the other formula did - well, my dear you have just found out." Diana stopped dancing and stood back staring at him, her jaw dropped. She had been completely duped and seduced by the clever and handsome Argentinean and had behaved in the most shameless manner. He led her back to the table. "No doubt we will meet again soon." And with that he departed. She sat immobile in total shock, ignoring the buzz of conversation around her. How could she have been so stupid ? At this first evening, she had endangered her mission and, probably, left herself open to blackmail. She wanted to scream, to run away, but the party was by no means over and to maintain appearances, she had to remain and pretend that nothing had happened. She sat squirming in the chair, aware that she longer was wearing panties under her elegant dress. Suddenly, she was aware of a commotion outside the room. Guests were leaving their tables and rushing to the balcony. Automatically, she followed them, pushing her way through the crowd to see what was causing the disturbance. She arrived just in time to see Steve grappling with a group of men, one of whom was literally carrying Lydia to a van. Trevor was heavily outnumbered and as he was brought to the ground under the weight of numbers. Diana rushed from the balcony to a quiet corridor where she twirled … and became Wonder Woman. Rushing back, she treated the stunned guests to the sight of her leaping high over the balcony wall into the garden. But by the time she had regained her balance, the assailants had loaded Trevor into the van and had set off. Wonder Woman ran hard in pursuit of the van but after a few hundred metres, she realised that even she could not overtake it. Then she saw him - seated on his horse, some fifty metres away - the gaucho, she had spotted earlier in the day when she had despatched the Nazi agents. Believing that he must be in league with Steve's kidnappers, she rushed at him, unhooking her lasso from her girdle. The horseman reacted to her charge by urging his mount towards her on a collision course. Wonder Woman ran, swinging the lasso into a loop and at ten metres, cast the rope. Incredibly, the gaucho jerked his mount to the side and her cast missed him. Astonished by this failure, she left herself open to the counter attack with his bolas. Her momentum left her off balance. The bolas wrapped around her legs and ankles bringing her crashing to the ground. Before she had the chance to recover, he was down from his horse and astride her. With one swift movement, he unclasped her Amazon girdle, the source of her super-power. Then her wrists were pulled behind her back and secured with a short lariat. Her legs were still helplessly tangled and she lay squirming, trussed like a turkey at his feet. Wonder Woman continued to struggle ineffectually against her bonds, tied by a man, yet another antidote to her Amazon strength. She cried out in frustration, demanding that he release her. The Gaucho looked at her impassively, then grunting in incomprehensible Spanish, lifted the Amazon in his arms and threw her face down across the back of his horse. Wonder Woman was unable to move her arms and legs and could only thrash her big body as she was draped over the stallion. The Gaucho then swung himself onto the beast and dug his spurs into its flanks. Despite the weight of the two bodies on its back, the stallion set off at a lope.. Wonder Woman had no time to consider her fate. Almost immediately, they were back at Professor Moreno's home. A crowd were assembled on the lawn in the aftermath of the kidnapping. The Gaucho reared the horse in front of the house and seizing the hapless Wonder Woman by the waist of her tights, threw her from the animal's back onto the ground where she lay squirming at the feet of the guests. The Gaucho turned to a group of startled Americans and rapped out in Spanish,. "When you come to my country, you do not attack our citizens. We do not like vigilante behaviour here." And turning to the helpless Wonder Woman, he added, "And this applies to females too!" Wheeling his horse, he galloped off into the night. The guests stared down at the bound heroine in amazement. This was the famous Wonder Woman who lay before them, long limbs twisting and thrashing in frustration. Suddenly, the darkness was lit up by a series of flashes. There was a photographer in their midst taking pictures of the distraught Amazon. The American ambassador finally sprang into life instructing his aides to free her. Wonder Woman struggled to her feet, ashen faced from her humbling at the hands of the gaucho. 2. Diana finds that things can get worse. Their Argentine mission had turned into a nightmare. Steve had been kidnapped, Diana had been seduced by a handsome playboy who appeared to be in league with German Agents. Pictures of a bound and humiliated Wonder Woman had appeared in the Buenos Aries newspapers accompanying a story that she had made an unprovoked attack on a wealthy rancher of impeccable character, thus sparking a major diplomatic incident. Professor Moreno's daughter was also missing and the prospects of the Argentine government favouring the Allies against Germany had diminished to zero. The Ambassador was incandescent. He summoned Diana and gave her a thorough dressing down, principally for not keeping an eye on Steve and the Professor's daughter, but also for not keeping Wonder Woman in check. Diana, at first, considered this unfair but she realised that the diplomat was, unconsciously, absolutely right. Her alter ego's blunder was hers also. With the Ambassador's demands that she find Steve and Lydia ringing in her ears, she excused herself and retreated to her room to take stock of the situation. She reasoned that she must put her own lapse behind her and concentrate on the rescue of Steve Trevor. But her hopes of succeeding here were reduced by Wonder Woman's plight. She had lost her girdle and lasso which were probably now in the hands of the Germans. As she sat pondering her next move, the telephone rang. "Diana, this is Antonio Cruz. Perhaps I can help you with your problem. If you wish to get Major Trevor back, please meet me at my hotel for coffee in one hour's time." Without waiting for her response, he hung up. Wearing smart business suit, she entered the lounge at the appointed time. Cruz was already there and rose at her approach. "Diana, you look quite radiant this morning." He greeted her smoothly. Diana knew this was far from the truth. She tried to cut through his overtures. "You know where Steve Trevor is? You suggested that you can get him back. Do you know if he is harmed? Tell me what I need to do. Do you want money?" Cruz motioned her to be silent. "Too many questions, too quickly. Let us take our time and you will understand the exact position." Diana forced herself to adopt the appearance of composure and waited for Cruz to explain. "Major Trevor is safe and unharmed - for the present. He is the guest of a group with whom I have done some business. They hope that you will not take any action which would force them to harm him but they have suggested some actions which you should take to ensure his safe return." Diana was relieved at the assurance that Steve was safe but remained wary of what would be required to secure the release. "Basically Diana, my associates want you and Major Trevor out of Argentina and their plan has the aim of ensuring that you cannot return. They intent to spare your lives but destroy your reputations and credibility in the eyes of people who matter here - and of course, your Ambassador." Diana caught her breath. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do." "You must go to the suite of Major Keller and his fiancé Maria in this Hotel. Provided you do everything they require to the letter, Major Trevor will be delivered to the summer house in the garden not later than one hour after you leave their suite." Diana's shoulders slumped. She would have to go along with this, whatever the Germans demanded. "Oh, just one thing, " added Cruz as he left. "You are to wear your dress uniform - Major Keller's instructions." As she had agreed, Diana Prince went to Keller's suite just after lunch. As instructed, she was wearing her dress navy blues with a pair of black court medium-heeled shoes. Her hair was pinned up and tucked under her hat. Major Keller and Maria were waiting for her. Maria took charge from the start. "Welcome, Yeoman Prince, please remove your jacket." Diana's mind reeled with apprehension, but she understood that she had to co-operate. She removed the jacket and placed it folded on a chair. She took a long look at Maria who was dark, attractive, curvaceous and about a head shorter than Diana. "Now the skirt." Instructed the woman. Diana gasped. She had not imagined such a demand, particularly from this small Latin woman. At first she did not respond. Then, sensing Maria's impatience she summoned up her resolution to go through with the deal despite an intense feeling of shame. She reached round and unzipped her dark blue skirt and let it fall from her waist to the ankles. Avoiding eye contact with Maria and Keller, standing on first one of her high heeled shoes and then the other, she stepped out of the dress. She then picked it and handed it to Maria who placed it on top of her uniform jacket. Diana swallowed and fidgeted, tugging at the hem of her blouse which barely covered her panties. The blouse did not cover the black garter belt holding up gauzy taupe nylon stockings which encased her long shapely legs. Her legs started to tremble but she could not back out now. She wanted to get the ordeal over. "What do you want me to do now?" She asked Maria. The small dark woman did not reply but moved close to Diana and reaching out, placed her hand on the nylon covered thigh then let it slide up to the top of her stocking. Maria tucked her finger lightly under the top of the nylon and drew her nail across Diana's thigh. Diana went into shock but did not resist. Maria then withdrew her hand and let it first glide down the nylon encased thigh to her knee then back up and across the bare flesh above the stocking top. Diana gasped as Maria again ran her nails across her bare flesh so distracted that she did not realise that the smaller woman was speaking again. "I think Yeoman Price is getting excited" she said to Keller. Just like her boss, Major Steve Trevor." The mention of Steve's name shook Diana out of her dazed condition. "The Major got very excited, standing there with his pants around his ankles with little Lydia watching." Maria's hand moved up under the elastic of Diana's panties and the wicked fingernail moved smoothly up and down her hip bone. Diana was frozen in fear and excitement. She knew she should reject to Maria's probing fingers but was incapable of resisting. Her face was a deep scarlet color. With a sinking feeling she felt Maria's hand moving across her smooth belly and tease her sparse pubic hair. She had never felt so totally undignified and helpless in her life. Over the course of the next five minutes, Maria caressed Diana's vagina and clitoris causing the hapless Yeoman to become more and more excited. At the same time, she maintained her commentary on how she had fondled Steve Trevor. "Your precious Steve stood there in front of young Lydia while I stroked his cock. Believe me, Diana, he got sooo.. hard. He got so excited" Maria's finger's were now inside her sopping wet pussy. Maria's thumb rubbed Diana's hard, erect clitoris. Diana came gasping and sobbing. "That was easy." Simpered Maria. "I made it easy for you. I didn't make it easy for Major Trevor. I made him beg me to let him come." The combined effect of this concise but graphic description and Maria's masturbation made Diana came again. Her breath came in long deep gasps, her long legs shook and she feared that she might fall to the floor. Maria's attentions had so distracted her that she did not notice Keller discretely photographing her humiliation. She was shaken from her trance by Maria's next announcement. "Yeoman Price, please remove your blouse." As if in a dream, Diana unbuttoned her white uniform blouse and handed it to Maria. Underneath she wore a black lace brassiere. At Maria's instruction, she obediently reached behind her and unfastened the bra letting her large breasts fall free. Diana's nipples were swollen and rigid with excitement. Maria gave a little gasp of satisfaction and reaching out pinched the left nipple causing Diana to squeal girlishly. Wobbling on her heels, her smart uniform hat created a bizarre and erotic contrast with her near-nude body. Mari sat down on a long couch and patted her thigh in a business-like manner. "Come on, Diana! Over my lap!" Yeoman Prince gulped in dismay at the fate that apparently awaited her. "Oh, I couldn't! Please don't do this." she protested, the words suddenly spilling out. Maria reacted calmly and beckoned with one hand. "If I have to have get tough with you, it will be even more humiliating for you!" Feeling almost totally numb, Diana stumbled forward. Her face had become quite flushed and her lips quivered. With surprising strength Maria grabbed a wrist and suddenly upended her voluptuous victim face down over her lap in the traditional, old-fashioned spanking position! "Hold still, Diana!" she demanded, quickly twisting the Yeoman's right wrist into the small of her back to make it difficult for her to move. "If you don't behave, I'll have no choice but to tie you up!" Diana resigned herself to what she knew would happen. Maria ran her hands up the sheer, taupe-shaded nylon stocking covering and across the bare lightly tanned flesh accentuated by the black garter straps. Reaching for the waistband of Diana's black lace panties, she drew them down over Diana's plump exquisite buttocks. Distraught, Diana desperately held her legs tightly together in a frantic effort to protect as much of her feminine dignity as possible. Her ass cheeks quivered as her panties were pulled down below her stocking tops to her knees. Her shame and guilt overcome all else. Twisting around and catching a glimpse of her own bare bottom, which suddenly seemed very big, she burst into tears. Maria remained unmoved and holding Diana down firmly with her left hand, raised her hand in the air and took careful aim. "SMACK!" Her hand landed noisily against the velvety smooth flesh of Diana's upturned bottom. Maria continued the spanking, landing her hand firmly on first one, and then the other, of the exposed ass cheeks. Diana's neck was taut with anticipation of the next stinging swat. Whisps of hair came free from her hat and fell down around her face. Her shapely, stocking covered legs jerked as if pulled on strings. Her mouth was agape with horror and sheer surprise that this could be happening to her. Maria continued her spanking. Each stroke momentarily flattened Diana's fleshy ass cheeks, making her buck up frantically on Maria's lap as her buttocks felt the searing pain. More of her hair came free from her uniform cap, which was now askew. Diana ineffectually twisted and kicked to minimize the pain and sobbed in anguish. Her bottom was beginning to feel hot and prickly all over, and making each spank more painful than the prior one. As Diana's buttocks reddened, Maria began to spank the flesh of her upper thighs where it protruded above the darker top bands of her nylon stockings. Diana's shapely, nylon covered legs jerked wildly revealing glimpses of her dark pussy hair and the plump, pink lips it its midst. She flopped about wildly in smaller woman's lap simply causing Maria to spank her even harder. Tears pouring down her cheeks, Yeoman Diana Prince broke. "Please," she sobbed. "I can't take any more!" Her nylon-clad legs flashed wildly back and forth leaving her feminine charms wantonly displayed. Her burning bottom kept tightening and flexing in a hopeless effort to reduce the impact of the highly painful blows. "Please, no more. Please stop." By the time Maria had finished Diana was willing to agree to anything to get out of being spanked further. Keller who had been photographing the entire proceedings helped her to her feet. Her struggles had caused her panties to fall snagging her long legs at the ankles and causing her nearly to lose her balance. Her big breasts swung freely as she teetered on her heels. She was walked across to the corner of the room and positioned facing the wall. "Feet together, Diana!" commanded Maria. Naked to the waist, naval hat awry, panties lowered, Diana stood sobbing in the corner. Her bottom burned from the spanking which Maria had administered. Sunk in utter humiliation, she stood there with no sense of time until she found the courage to turn and look around the room. Maria and Keller had gone. Moaning in pain, shame and frustration, she gathered he clothes together, dressed herself and left. One hour later, Major Steve Trevor was dumped from a van at the gate of the US Embassy. He was bound and naked but otherwise unharmed. Later when he and Diana met, they each found it difficult to look the other in the eye. Both had been through an excruciating ordeal at the hands of Maria and Keller. Cruz had telephoned again instructing them both to be on the plane leaving Buenos Aries the following evening. With the prospect of his career in ruins, Steve was in despair, but Diana saw a ray of hope. Despite all the indignities heaped on her, she realised that she and Wonder Woman still had twenty four hours to retrieve their desperate situation. 3. Visiting Roberto Escobar The following morning, Wonder Woman set off on horseback to the ranch of Roberto Escobar, the gaucho who had bested her two days before. It was a beautiful morning and having left off her tights, she enjoyed the coolness of the breeze on her long tanned bare legs. As she rode towards the ranch, she took stock of the seemingly desperate situation. Nothing could be achieved unless she could retrieve her lost girdle and lasoo which she thought might have been retained by the gaucho. Everything which had been said or written about him implied that he was a man of honour. Perhaps if she appealed to him for help .... On arrival, she was greeted by a dignified middle-aged manservant who led her into the ranch and to a luxurious room where Roberto Escobar was waiting. In their previous encounter, Wonder Woman had no opportunity to take a good look at her adversary who now to be tall, with an impressive physique and an extraordinarily handsome face. He came forward and shook her hand. "Welcome, Wonder Woman ! Have you come to do battle with me again ?" The Amazon blushed and bowed her head. "Senor Escobar. I apologise for the misunderstanding which led me to attack you. I do not know how you managed to defeat me so easily but I have time to reflect on my behaviour and come to the conclusion that my humiliation was my own fault." "Nobly spoken." replied Escobar. "We can all make mistakes but in my experience, it is rare for a woman, particularly a beautiful and strong woman to admit them so freely. I have something which belongs to you." He opened a cupboard and produced the Amazon's girdle and lasso. Wonder Woman almost sobbed with relief and thanked Escobar profusely. He stopped her in full flow by raising his hand. "I have been taking an interest in the activities of our German friends and in the disappearance of Professor Moreno's daughter. I would like to talk to you about this and perhaps offer my help. But first, if you are truly grateful for the return of your belt, there is something which you can do for me in return." Wonder Woman nodded in assent. Much of her self-confidence had been restored with the return of the girdle which now fit snugly around her hips. She was intrigued by the graciousness of this handsome man and had to admit to herself that she found him very attractive. Escobar explained. "I am a sportsman, and with your agreement, I would like to try again to match your skill with the lasso against mine to see if I can defeat you again. Perhaps my first victory was due to luck." Wonder Woman nodded in agreement. "Amazon's are always willing to take part in contests of skill against worthy opponents." At Escobar's direction, the two walked out to the corral and faced each other at twenty paces. Wonder Woman unclasped her lasso and held it loosely at her side. Escobar held his bolas in the same position. The rules were that at a signal from Escobar's manservant, they would cast their ropes at each other. The beautiful Amazon and handsome gaucho stood poised for action like two old time gunfighters. The manservant fired his pistol in the air and Escobar swung his bolas above his head but before they had left his hand, he was ensnared by Wonder Woman's lasso which trapped his arms at his side. The gaucho looked at his lovely conqueror. "Too fast for me that time ! The score is now one each. The next contest will decide the true winner." Wonder Woman nodded, retrieved her lasso and resumed her fighting stance facing Escobar. The signal was given again. This time, Escobar, threw himself to his left while swinging the bolas in his right hand but the Amazon had thrown her rope first. It looped over his head and shoulders. She pulled and he was dragged to the ground. In the meantime, Wonder Woman had darted swiftly to the side and evaded his caste. The Amazon walked up to Escobar and helped the chastened gaucho to his feet. "Far too fast and skilful for me" he conceded "You have proved yourself a worthy victor." As Wonder Woman released him, he motioned that she should lead the way into the ranch house. But as she walked before him, he cast the bolas again, looping around her shoulders, trapping her arms at her side. To her consternation, Escobar took advantage of her helpless state by lifting her in his arms like a groom carrying a bride. He pulled her towards him and kissed her long and hard on the mouth. Wonder Woman gasped in surprise. His action seemed out of character as a gentleman but she admitted to herself that she was aroused by his kiss. He pulled his head back and stared hard at her. "I am sorry. Please forgive me. I could not resist it !" But he made no move to release her and began to carry the bound heroine up the steps of the ranch house. Wonder Woman waited until he had carried her into the salon, then flexed her upper arms snapping the rope of the bolas. As Escobar gawped at this incredible exhibition of strength, she leapt from his arms then seized him in hers so that their positions were reversed. Cradled in her arms, he was mortified to be firmly held while she kissed him hard on the mouth. It was a long and passionate kiss but at the end, she smiled wryly and lowered him onto the sofa. He was indeed a most handsome man. Escobar looked up at her in shock. "You are truly a Wonder Woman" he gasped "You broke my bolas like tearing threads. I am sorry to have behaved so disrespectfully to you. But you are so very beautiful and I did not know how else to approach you." Wonder Woman looked down at him thoughtfully. He was such an attractive man. Strong and brave but with such sensitivity. She was behaving impulsively, but her whole body had started to tingle. She wanted to make love with this man. Deciding to give him a signal of encouragement, she unclasped her girdle and threw it onto a nearby chair. The speed of his reaction took her by surprise. He rose and launched himself at her, grabbing both of her hands in his and pushing her arms above her head, he kissed her passionately on the mouth. Her instinct was to free herself but without her superstrength he held her easily and she found herself returning the kiss. His mouth grew softer, exploring hers, teasing, probing, forcing her lips to search for his. Her resistance melted and she felt her nipples harden with desire and her vagina moisten. Sensing her capitulation, he released her and allowed one hand to run down the side of her body cupping her left ass cheek. In response, she raised one leg off the floor allowing him to run his hand down her bare thigh and hold it gently just behind the knee. His other hand stroked her right breast and his mouth left hers to nuzzle and kiss her long slender neck. Transported by passion, she closed her eyes and threw her head back, revelling in his skilful lovemaking. Now both hands were on her magnificent breasts. He pushed her back gently against the wall and the Wonder Woman and the Gaucho stared at each other. Momentarily she wondered what his next move would be as he gently stroked her throat. It was sudden and violent. With speed and strength that astonished her; he seized the top of her bustier and yanked it downwards exposing her breasts. Briefly she looked down at his hands. His nails were lightly grazing the underside of her bosom. Eyes glazed and head swimming with lust, she strove for control. To help him, she reached behind and unclasped the bustier allowing him full access to her magnificent upper body. They stood together kissing passionately as he fondled her breasts. Then suddenly, catching her totally surprised and off balance, he spun her around and holding her from behind, dragged her against the opposite wall of the room, where he continued to massage her breasts and nuzzle her neck and ears. He turned her face towards him and kissed her. She thrust her body back against him, revelling in the attention he was giving to her breasts. She placed her hands on his and pushed them down her body towards her crotch then, when his strong hands were stroking the fork of her briefs, she arched her long back against his and threw her arms back around his neck. She sighed and gasped as his magical hands stroked her groin and dipped to caress the insides of her thighs. Open mouthed, her head fell back against his shoulder and her hands dropped to touch her breasts, pinching the hard spiky nipples, grazing their firm roundness with her nails. Her thighs parted. An invitation to ravish. She snaked one hand round her back and began to stroke the huge bulge in his gaucho pants. Seizing her invitation, his right hand gripped her ass and propelled her across the room. Barely aware of what was happening to her, she felt the toes on her boots drag the floor as he pushed her forward, face down across a large couch. Her face was pushed into the cushion seats and her belly pressed into the back of the sofa. Suddenly concerned about her vulnerability, she tried to get some purchase on the ground through her legs but this simply threw her magnificent ass higher in the air which served to inflame him further. His right hand took her by the neck and pushed her further across the sofa until her feet came off the ground and she was pinioned over the back. His left hand, seized the waist band of her briefs and with one strong movement ripped them down her legs. His left knee came up and roughly pushed her thighs apart. Momentarily her self-awareness returned. She was totally defenceless, unable to get any leverage from the helpless position into which he had thrown her. She felt him draw back. There was a slithering then a cracking noise as his pants and belt hit the floor. For a second she panicked that he was going to sodomise her. His hand pressed down on her ass forcing her legs wide apart, then his other hand eased his cock into her tight but sopping wet vagina. When he entered her, she made a noise like a punctured balloon. He thrust his cock further up her until he was rooted to the hilt. He seemed to ease back until he was standing straight. Impaled on his cock, her buttocks were pushed upwards and at his first thrust, she came with a moan. Off balance and unable to resist him even if she had wished, Wonder Woman was quite helpless, upended, feet off the ground and long legs waving. The gaucho fucked her, establishing a rhythm which caused her to cum and cum until she was nearly comatose with lust. Slithering and beating the cushions with her fists, the amazon flailed about as she fought to force him deeper ands deeper inside her. The gaucho had one hand on the small of her back pressing her into the couch while the other held her neck. She gnawed at his fingers and bending down to her, he chewed her ear. As he reached his climax and spurted inside her, she screamed, then came so hard that she fainted. Escobar looked down on her magnificent but limp body sprawled on the couch before him. He stepped out of his pants and gathering her cradled in his arms carried insensible amazon to his bed. It had been a long and tiring day and her lust-driven faint gave way to sleep. When she awoke it was dark. The gaucho lay naked at her side, handsome face towards her sleeping peacefully. She stared at his long muscular body and her desire for him was rekindled. She carefully rose from the bed and went to find her amazon girdle. Escobar woke to a series of gentle slaps across his cheeks. His arms were stretched above his head and tied to the bedposts with the amazon's golden lasso. As he regained his senses, he realised that Wonder Woman was straddling him. He began to moan with pleasure as he felt her slim hands coax his cock into life. She knelt erect,astride his narrow hips, then paused to brush her hair from her eyes before guiding herself down onto his cock, the weight of her strong body, forcing it deep inside her. She moaned at that first long, delicious stroke. She began to ride him with long fluid movements, her vaginal muscles gripping his cock. Escobar arched his hips thrusting to meet Diana's downward strokes, he looked up at her, mounted on him, erect as a lance; her huge high-set breasts rising and falling with her motion. Her flat belly rippled as she moved, and her long, raven hair swirled around her face. She paced herself, building up her rhythm, then slowing when she felt that he was on the verge of climaxing. He found her an astonishingly skilful lover, determined to extend her own, and his pleasure as long as possible. However as she rode him, he gradually began to exercise control and force her to orgasm astride him. He thrust his cock up and into her and she began to moan, then howl and finally scream. He came gushing inside her and she swooned and fell forward across his broad chest. He was a considerate but a vigorous lover. When he took her for the third time he was on top and she wrapped her long strong legs around his waist. This time as he approached his climax, he gripped her ankles and pushed them over his shoulders so that her knees were pressed into her breasts. She found that it pleased him to be in the male superior position but she was enjoyed his domination and came noisily and often. As the dawn broke they lay entwined together, each savouring the other's splendid body. 4. Steve and Diana fight back Wonder Woman knew that she now had a willing ally in her strategy to defeat the Nazis and secure Lydia Moreno's release. Her ardent lovemaking and her success in seducing Escobar (as she done so unwittingly) restored her lost confidence and buried the humiliations which she and Diana had recently suffered. Over breakfast, she secured Escobar's commitment to her plans. They agreed that the first step was to get Steve Trevor to join then and so they set off together on horseback to the city. Antonio Cruz was humming a tune as he entered his hotel suite. Roberto Escobar was sitting in a large chair by the window, smoking a cigar. "Roberto ! How what ?" exclaimed Cruz. Too late, he became aware of other people in the room; a tall raven haired woman and, worse, Steve Trevor who advanced on him with speed and punched him on the jaw. Cruz flew backwards and tumbled to the floor, moaning and holding his injured face. Trevor grabbed him by the jacket, hauled him to his feet and socked him again. The American was enraged, shouting, "Where is Lydia Moreno ? Tell me or I'll beat it out of you." Wonder Woman watched Trevor's actions with some irritation. She had some sympathy for Steve's behaviour but he was not being practical. Cruz was clearly hurting but as yet was showing no signs of answering the American's questions. She glanced over at Escobar who shrugged and gave her a quizzical look. As Trevor moved forward to thump Cruz yet again, Wonder Woman gripped his upper arm firmly halting his progress. "Steve, I know how you feel but there is a better way..." She unhooked her lasso and cast it over the Argentinean's slumped shoulders. "Now, Senor Cruz, where is Lydia Moreno ? Your must tell me now !" Despite strenuous efforts, Cruz could not resist the lasoo of truth. "We have her in a basement on the other side of the city. Keller and Maria are there but they are reinforced by members of the SS who flew in from Germany yesterday." Escobar raised his eyebrows. If this information reached the Argentine government, they would not take this unauthorised incursion lightly. Even Trevor in his outraged state realised this could tilt the balance heavily in favour of the United States. There was more at stake than the rescue of the professor's daughter. Having extracted the detailed location from Cruz the trio left his suite leaving the Latin Lothario bound to a chair in his underwear. Wonder Woman was relaxed enough to allow Trevor to administer some more revenge but time was pressing. The four SS guards,, who were stationed at the entrance of the house holding Lydia never knew what hit them. Escobar and Trevor disposed of one each while the Amazing Amazon made short work of the others. They quickly stripped the soldiers of their uniforms before locking them in a out-building. Wonder Woman simply kicked down the basement door, allowing she and her two compatriots to burst into the room. Escobar allowed Trevor to deal with Keller. Have cooled down somewhat, Steve despatched him more clinically than Cruz. Wonder Woman caught Maria with her lasso ending her struggles and extracting from her the location of the room where Lydia was being kept. The professor's daughter was quickly freed and Wonder Woman noted with some satisfaction that while she wanted to thank Trevor effusively, he made a point of maintaining a discrete distance between them. Escobar had arranged for the arrival of the police and some Argentinian diplomats to deal with the German's. Wonder Woman longed to give Maria some of the same treatment that she had meted out on Diana but she contented herself by forcing her to divulge the whereabouts of the compromising photographs which Keller had taken of Steve and Diana. Trevor happily supervised their destruction just before the local law officers arrived to take the villains into custody. 5. A Parting Shot Diana and Etta Candy were in the ladies room at the airport an hour before their plane was due to depart. Maria entered accompanied by a tall uniformed policewoman. It appeared that she and Keller had married in secret and that because of this, she would be deported with her new husband back to Germany. "Ah ! Yeoman Prince, we meet again" she exclaimed. Then quite unabashed by her predicament, she began to apply her make-up with some vigour. "Did you hear that the Professor's experiments with rubber have failed ?" she enquired. "So much effort on both our parts and all for nothing. Never mind, try my new perfume, Diana." Maria shook a few droplets of perfume towards the rather astonished Yeoman who could not understand why the smaller dark girl was being so friendly in defeat. As they climbed the steps to the plane, Etta hissed from behind her, "Diana, you seams are crooked" Yeoman Diana Prince blushed furiously. Under the influence of the vapour that Maria had squirted in her face, she had emerged from the Rest Room and found Roberto Escobar. Taking him by the hand she had led him back into the Rest Room. Perched on the vanity unit, her uniform dress around her waist and her panties on the floor, he had driven his cock into her pussy and she had wrapped her legs around his waist as she reached a very noisy climax. Etta had noticed her crooked seams. She did not know that her friend's panties were in Escobar's pocket as he drove with a huge smile on his face all the way back to the ranch. Diana closed her eyes blissfully and waited for the plane to take off, so that she could get to the bathroom and remove the warm sticky feeling between her thighs.