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The Further Perils of Wonder Woman

The full title of this story is "The Further Perils of Wonder Woman: Mistaken Identity" and will in the rest of the postings' subject lines be abbreviated as TFPoWW: Mistaken Identity.

Part One was written by Mr.X back in either 1997 or 1998.  I was just getting started with going online onto the web at that time, and this was one of my original favorite stories.  Soon after reading it, I posted a suggestion on Valkyrie's WW message board suggesting that somebody write a story to follow it.  That suggestion was followed up by a writer whose name I know but signed the story as anon.  His sequel was entitled "A Catwoman By Any Other Name".  This, too, became one of my favorites, and here the explanation branches off in two directions.

His sequel, as good as it is, didn't quite follow what I'd hoped to see in a sequel.  Therefore, since I had also just gotten started at writing my own stories on the web in 1998, I did a sequel of my own, which is "TFPoWW: Mistaken Identity 2".  Mr.X liked it enough to post it on his site, and my original version of the story is still there on his most recent web page.  I say my original, because soon after I sent my part 2 to Mr.X, I added a lot to it.  Now, with MikeF (E.N.Cuire) allowing me to use his image of Wondie as the basis for my Wonder Woman in the extended part two, since my original description fit his drawing almost exactly, and then his doing the great pic of Wondie in her civilian ID as a slutty whore, I have updated the text of my story quite a bit to fit his two pics almost exactly.

Since Mr.X originally liked my story, and even gave me permission to take the plot even further than what I've done so far should I like, I'm sure he won't mind that I edited his part 1 a bit, without changing any of the core ideas or plot he did.

Now, as to that second branch...

A year or so after "A Catwoman By Any Other Name" came out, a fan of mine asked me to write a follow on story to that one, involving a number of additional characters, the primary one being Batgirl.  I got permission from the anon author, and got started on the sequel back in 1999, but got waylaid and will try to get back to it eventually.

Anyone wishing to archive any story material I post may do so, but hopefully not on any webpages that readers have to pay to see.  I really crave getting comments, so if you do read my story (and Mr.X's first part, of course), please send comments.  Anything sent to me which is primarily about Mr.X's work will be relayed to him by me.

The Further Perils of Wonder Woman
Wonder Woman - Mistaken Identity
by Mr.X edit by SteveZ

"Diana," Steve Trevor said as agent Prince sauntered into his office, "I hope you got in touch with Wonder Woman?"

"Oh, it was hard, but I have my ways," Diana replied with a cheesy grin and a wink.  "Now, what is it you want me to tell her?"

"The Russians will be handing over their shipment route manifest for their nuclear missile stockpile to the heads of state today.  They're dismantling their nuclear stockpile, and need our help to protect the parts as they are shipped to disposal sites in both their country and ours.  That manifest contains the routes they will use to ship the parts," he explained.

"Ah, yes.  It's been really great that Russia is no longer controlled by those Communist Soviets.  So, where do I...I mean, where does Wonder Woman come in?" Diana asked, adjusting her glasses and hoping Steve missed that Freudian slip.

"The U.S. Government and the Russians both want to make this into a huge public deal with media coverage and a big hoop-de-doo about how both governments are standing down and disarming," he continued.  "They want a famous person such as Wonder Woman to receive the manifest in public and deliver it in person to Fort Sumner."

"Oh, I see.  Wonder Woman, apple pie and all that," Diana replied with a grin.  "I'm sure she'll do it.  Sounds like a good cause and a good public relations idea."

"Yes, and who better to protect the manifest than Wonder Woman herself."

* * * * *

The marching band played beautifully on the mid summer afternoon.  The crowd seemed happy and exuberant and they milled about laughing and talking.  Senator Thomas then stood up and tapped the mic.

"Today announces a new day in mankind's history as the two greatest nations on Earth offer out a hand of hope to one another.  I and the Russian ambassador are here today to take the first step toward a better tomorrow."

The senator's speech went on and on as the crowd cheered and clapped.  Then the Russian ambassador took the stage to weave his tale of freedom from nuclear terror.  "And with great honor, the Russian peoples hand the manifest over to our new friends, the Americans."  The crowd roared and cheered as the book was handed over.

"Now, to help this valuable document make it to its new home, America's greatest heroine, Wonder Woman," the Senator said, doing a Vanna wave toward Wonder Woman.  The crowd cheered again as the goddess heroine walked up and took the book and shook the hands of both the Senator and the ambassador.

"Thank you, Senator, Mr. Ambassador.  Such a valuable document must be protected, and I'll do everything in my power to safeguard it.  I will fly it personally in my invisible jet to Fort Sumner," she said, grinning and waving to the audience.

The crowd continued to cheer as Wonder Woman walked off the podium and jogged through the park, waving and blowing kisses as she passed by the crowd.  The Amazon jogged for several blocks, leaping buildings and ducking down alleys as best she could.  'Even if a person were doing their best to tail me, they could never keep up, at least not a normal person, that is,' the Amazon thought as she reached the alley she'd picked out a few hours earlier.  With a twirl and a ball of light, the super heroine was no more, and agent Prince stood adjusting her glasses.

"Every spy and hoodlum is expecting to find Wonder Woman.  No one is looking for Ms. Prince."  Diana smiled as she strutted off through a narrow walkway between two buildings with the manifest in hand.

"Ah!  There's the store!  And not crowded, either," Diana said happily as she went inside the small shop.

* * * * *

"Quickly, driver, this book is too valuable to get stolen," Wonder Woman said as the limo pulled away.  The limo was sent by Steve Trevor to escort the Amazon to the airport.  Since she didn't want to mess up his schedule, and since his security was usually airtight, Diana had decided to turn back into Wonder Woman and take the original route.

The limo headed out toward the airport with no escort.  'Won't some criminal be surprised if they stopped this limo to find me waiting,' Wonder Woman thought arrogantly as she took in the sights.

Suddenly, she started to notice the car was not heading toward the airport.

"Driver.  *Driver*!" she said, tapping on the glass.  "Driver, we're heading the wrong way."

"No, you're heading the wrong way," said the driver as she turned around and faced Wonder Woman wearing a bulky gas mask.  Instantly, large plumes of billowing white gas poured into the back of the limo.  The heroine coughed and panted and tried desperately to open the doors, but her strength was already sapped.  Soon, the fiery brunette spun and slipped down into the gas, unconscious.

"Arrogant cunt," grinned the driver.  "Now to teach you a good lesson."

The limo sped off, and ripped through the city streets like a steel juggernaut.

"Hey!  Franky!" said one of the IADC agents who was tailing the limo.  "Where the hell is Wonder Woman going?"

"How the hell do I know?!" said Franky, as he spit out a piece of hot dog and slammed on the gas.  "Wherever she's goin', she can't lose us!"

Both cars sped through Washington, weaving and side swiping traffic with abandonment.  The two agents soon discovered that the limo they were chasing had no ordinary engine.  The limo soon made enough turns and twists to temporarily lose its tail.  It whipped into an alley and came to a screeching halt.

Suddenly, a woman wearing a trench coat and a floppy hat ran from a doorway and slipped into the back of the limo.  "Sorry, honey buns, but I have to borrow a few things," said the woman as she righted the sleeping Wonder Woman.

The IADC car slammed on its brakes and backed up, seeing the limo just sitting like a waiting panther.  They turned into the alley and slowly pulled up.  "Okay!  Whoever you are!  Out with your hands *up*!" screamed Franky, as both men hid behind their car doors with guns drawn.

The limo's rear door opened, and Wonder Woman slowly stepped out.  "Great work, men," the Amazonn said boldly, as she walked to the back of the limo to address the agents.

"I don't understand, Wonder Woman.  What's up?" asked Franky.

"A diversionary tactic that Major Trevor and I had planned.  You see, if anyone was planning to hijack the limo, they'd be less likely to do so if they thought it was already being hijacked," she explained with a smile.

"Oh!  Pretty good idea!" said Doug, the other agent.

"Yes, and you men performed admirably," she added.  As the woman in the alley praised the agents' good work, the limo driver continued to wrap duct tape around Wonder Woman's wrists in the back of the limo.

"Glad to help, Wonder Woman," Franky replied, holstering his gun.

"There is one thing you guys can do that would help even more," she said.  "If you could drive around with your siren going as though you're in a hurry, it may distract anybody following.  If they follow you, the book is safe," Wonder Woman explained.

"We're on it!"  Without hesitation, the two men got back into their car and took off.

"What a couple of morons," the woman said as she got back into the limo.  Wonder Woman lay sleeping, duct tape bound and gagged on the floor in back.  The evil twin sat back and rested her boots on the Amazon's curvaceous hips, and grinned wickedly as they sped off.

* * * * *

Wonder Woman's eyes began to focus, and she stared up at the off-white stucco ceiling above her.  The sounds of passing trucks told her she was close to some sort of highway.  After trying to move her arms and legs, the Amazon soon realized she was tied spread eagle to a bed.  While still being in her costume, her golden belt and magic lasso were nowhere to be found.  The only thing she could see was a Motel 6 advertisement on the nightstand.

'Great!  They couldn't even get a Holiday Inn!' she mused, trying not to get too distressed at her predicament.  With great effort she tried to break the ropes or work them lose, but to no avail.

Suddenly, the door opened and two women walked in.  Wonder Woman stared in shock as Wonder Woman sauntered up to the bed and sat down next to her.

"Ah, I see the big chested bimbo has decided to wake up," scoffed the impostor as she pulled out Wonder Woman's gag.  The heroine nearly yelled her head off, but the other woman who had entered the room waved a shiny 9 mm, holding it up to her lips in a shhhh motion.

"Wha...what do you want?" Wonder Woman asked, stammering from her lightheadedness.

"Oh, come now," the other Wonder Woman said, leaning over the heroine.  "Don't you recognize me?"

Wonder Woman stared for a moment, then her eyes burst wide.  "*Catwoman*!  How dare you defile my costume and my look!" screamed the Amazon as she thrashed about on the bed, wanting to rip the she feline femme fatale's head off.

"Come, come now, Wonder Woman.  All's fair in love and profit, or something like that.  Besides, I think I make a better Wonder Woman than you," she said, strutting up to the mirror and lifting her breasts in admiration.

"Get real!  I know football players that would make better Wonder Women!" Diana laughed.

Catwoman leapt on the bed and snarled at the angry brunette.  "Okay, so maybe I don't have as much front real estate as you do," she said, flicking Wonder Woman's large breasts with her finger.  "At least I look sexier," she said, purring.

"Awww, don't worry.  At least you have more rear real estate than I do," Wonder Woman said with a laugh.  Her plan was simple.  Piss off Catwoman enough so she would make a mistake, and hopefully she could get free.  Her plan appeared to be working.


Wonder Woman's head rocked to one side as her twin who was actually Catwoman landed a huge slap across the heroine's face.  She then grabbed Diana by her long hair and stared like a panther ready to rip her throat out.  Suddenly, a wave of calm came over the she cat, and the villainess relaxed.

"This manifest is garbage.  It's the city bus route Xeroxed a hundred and forty-seven times.  Where's the real manifest?  I doubt they're shipping missile grade plutonium on the 8:30 A bus," Catwoman said casually, tearing up the manifest and sprinkling the bits on top of Wonder Woman.

"Manifest?  Uh, what Wonder-mobile broke down, and I have to use the bus," Wonder Woman said, batting her eyes and looking like a doe in the headlights.

Catwoman simply grinned and got up.  She pulled open one of the drawers of a nearby cabinet, and Wonder Woman grinned as her plan worked.  Her twin picked up the Amazon's real magic lasso which was still attached to her golden belt.  Now she knew where they were.  Wonder Woman had learned to use her lasso to her advantage in such situations.  For some reason, crooks always got off on getting her to talk with her own lasso.  Nine times out of ten, they always kept the belt and the lasso together, and this was no exception.

Catwoman slid the lasso under Wonder Woman's back and tied it in a decorative bow around her chest.  Immediately the magical lasso took effect.

"Now, tell me where the manifest is," Catwoman said in superiority, leaning over the teeth gritting, palpitating heroine.

"It'''s at the airport," Wonder Woman spewed out.  Her hesitation was really her own act.  She just wanted Catwoman to think she was desperately fighting the lasso.  The lasso made her tell the truth, but she had learned from other criminals and from training herself that, if the questions weren't precise, they were almost useless.

"Airport?  Where?"

"Hangar...hangar 4."

"What?  In a box?  A bag?  A plane?"

" invisible plane."

"Is anyone there waiting for you?"

"No...errr...yes.  Steve Trevor, with about a dozen agents.  Nobody but me can get in and take my jet.  They'd recognize you instantly," Wonder Woman said.

"Au cautraire, my dear.  If I can fool those two dolts in the alley, I can surely fool that imbecile Trevor," Catwoman said, getting up and opening another drawer.  Wonder Woman then gasped in horror.

"Oh, come now, surely you didn't think this wouldn't happen," Catwoman said, strapping on a huge dildo over the white star spangled blue panty part of the costume and sauntering back over to the bed.

"Nooo!!  NO!!!" Wonder Woman pleaded.

"STOP!  I order you to be quiet!  You can talk, but no screaming.  You can resist, however.  Nothing like raping an uncooperative heroine.  You are such good fucks.  I should know.  I've raped my share in my time," Catwoman said with a grin as she grabbed Wonder Woman's satin shorts and pulled them off.  A few minutes later, the Amazon's silver bracelets of submission, her golden tiara, white striped red boots and gold and red bustier were on the floor, and her evil twin was busy fondling the heroine's ample chest.

"Mmmmm, can't believe these are 100% real.  Very tasty," Catwoman said, purring as she licked and suckled Wonder Woman's breasts.  Her mouth moved about slowly, kissing and sucking the Amazon's perfect body.  She then slipped down and buried her face into Diana's perfectly trimmed bush.

Wonder Woman soared and rocked as the villainess' tongue drove her wild with irresistible sensation.  She moaned and groaned, rolling her hips and panting with each deep licking stroke from Catwoman's wicked tongue.  Her twin stepped up her onslaught, cupping the heroine's ass with her soft hands and playing with her buttocks as she bore down on her defenseless clit.

The Amazon was going crazy, surging and bucking and moaning uncontrollably.  She was probably one of the strongest women on Earth, but she was a sucker for being sexed.  The two rolled about in unison, Catwoman adding erotic moans and coos of her own to heighten the circumstance.  Suddenly, the she cat stopped, leaving Wonder Woman on the edge of disaster.

"Wha...why...what are you doing??" Wonder Woman asked, panting and sighing, half disappointed that the villainess stopped.

"I want to make you suffer, *cunt*!" Catwoman hissed as she leaned over Wonder Woman and slid the large dildo into place.  With a brutal shove, she blasted through Diana's weakened virtue and pressed the huge cock inward.

Wonder Woman reared back and tried to scream, only the lasso's power kept her silent.  Catwoman smiled as she saw the agony and ecstasy in the Amazon's gritting face, and she grabbed onto the heroine's shoulders to gain more ground.

Wonder Woman thrust and twisted with Catwoman as the villainess slammed and forced the dildo down deeper and deeper.  "You fucking
*Bitch*!!  *Cunt*!!  *Arrogant Princess*!!  I hate you!  You deserve to be
*raped*!" the Feline Felon screamed, pumping her hips into the Amazon's like a wild animal.

The heroine was done for.  In a surge of uncontrollable spasms, the amazing princess of power exploded in a mind ripping climax.  Her face blared as though she were screaming a thousand screams, but only wincing and gasping came from her wet, outstretched mouth.

Both women settled down, and Catwoman rocked the dildo slowly in and out of a gasping, semi-stunned Wonder Woman.  She then leaned back and withdrew the rod.  The other girl came up and stripped bare.  Obviously, one of Catwoman's kittens.  Catwoman removed her store bought Wonder Woman costume, and handed the strap on to the girl.

"It's a good thing we both wear the same size shoes so I can wear your own boots instead of these crappy copies.  Do her real good!" Catwoman said as she climbed on top of Wonder Woman and straddled the heroine's face with her hips.

"Now it's your turn, whore!  Give me your best!" she ordered.  Catwoman sank down onto Wonder Woman's face, and reared back as the Amazon went unwillingly to work.  The kitten slipped in between Wonder Woman's legs, and once more the dildo began slamming in and out of the heroine's fiery, gyrating hips.  Outside the motel room, the only sounds were the muffled whimpers and agonizing moans of a woman being mindlessly raped.

* * * * *

Catwoman hummed softly in the back of the limo as they headed for the airport.  They had just finished banging the hell out of Wonder Woman for the last three hours, and she sat with a satisfied grin.  "Too bad I didn't have my old gang of kittens to help me instead of just Tabby.  I wonder how she would have done against five of us?" the disguised feline femme fatale chuckled, thinking about how humiliating it must have been for the great Amazon heroine to be so debased.

The limo pulled through the back entrance to the airport and rolled along the tarmac, past rows of hangars.  "Tabby!  Pull over and hide the limo.  I want to reconnoiter the area before trying to get the book," Catwoman ordered.  The limo pulled into a hangar, and Selina got out, wearing Wonder Woman's original outfit, including the belt.  She had decided not to leave anything to chance, and didn't want a fake Halloween costume to screw up her plan.  The lasso had to remain on the Amazon, however, since she wanted the captive to suffer from her forced commands.  She sported the fake lasso that came with the original outfit she'd gotten from the costume shop.

Whilst appearing to be the world renowed super heroine, the villainess slinked like a true cat burglar down along the buildings until she saw hangar 4.  Sure enough, Trevor was there with a dozen or so agents.

"Looks easy enough.  All I've got to do is show a lot of cleavage and not say much, and they won't know a thing."  Catwoman grinned as she got up and walked toward the hangar.

Suddenly, a gloved arm reached out of a doorway behind the overconfident cat burglar, and brought a blackjack hard across the back of her neck.  Catwoman collapsed to her knees, clutching her head in agony.  Two more loud, "WHAP" blows nailed her curvaceous red, gold, blue and white clad body to the ground, unconscious.

* * * * *

Wonder Woman's hips exploded upward again as yet another mind numbing climax ripped through her nude body.  It had been nearly three hours since her little lesbian gang rape with Catwoman and her kitten.  The nefarious Feline Felon had left her gagged and spread eagle on the bed with one of the villainess' insidious cat dildo toys stuffed deep in her virtue.  Worse yet, her own lasso was magically inducing her to cum at a frantic rate.

'Can't take much to do something,' Wonder Woman thought, covered in sweat and panting through her nose from exhaustion.  'If I could just get my hand free.'  She had been working her right hand through its noose, letting her sweat lubricate the ropes.  With one, final tug, the Amazon yanked her hand free.  Moments later, a wheezing, nearly defeated heroine dropped the nine-inch dildo to the floor and staggered, holding her pelvis, to the dresser.

"*Damn*!  She took my belt!  At least she didn't order me not to try and escape, but no way am I going to wear this crappy looking store bought version of my costume.  I still can't believe those two agents thought she looked enough like me wearing it," Wonder Woman cursed, searching the cabinet.  All she could find was Catwoman's left behind costume.  Suddenly, she grinned with a mind blowing inspiration, holding up the skimpy, bodice part of the costume which looked more like a swimsuit.  "Well, she did say we both wore the same sized shoes..."

* * * * *

"Now, Wonder Woman.  Tell me where the book is!" screamed the large, red bearded man standing in front of Catwoman.

Catwoman swung from her arms, which were bound over her head and tied to a hook from a chain running from the roof of the hanger.  Her long legs were also bound tightly together with rope.  Over her mouth, a large swath of duct tape kept her mumbling but quiet.

She cursed and groaned under her gag as the Cossack and his men stared at her vulnerable, shapely body.  The large Russian walked up and ran his rough hand slowly over Catwoman's bare thigh.  The villainess' eyes burst open in horror at his lusting stare.

The interrogation had been going on for about a half hour, with Catwoman refusing to talk and the Cossack slapping her this way and that.  Now, the huge Russian was changing his tactics.

With a brutal yank, the Cossack yanked down what he thought was Wonder Woman's gold and red bustier with one sweep of his hand, pulling the whole costume, including the shorts, all the way to her ankles.  Every bit of the costume was removed from her body, save for the tiara still atop her head.

"Ah, so...the great Wonder Woman.  I've been waiting to gaze upon your pristine American body," the Cossack blared with a grin as he reached up and harshly cupped Catwoman's breasts.  Callously, he molested and groped her tits like a madman.  He then grabbed the struggling villainess and pulled her close.  His mouth sucked in a ripe nipple, and he went to town doing what every man would dream of doing to a nice set of huge tits.

"Talk, Wonder Woman.  Tell Cossack where book is, and your virtue stays intact," the Russian sneered.  He then slapped his huge hand on Catwoman's plump ass and squeezed her butt cheeks as tight as he could, sending the she bitch arching back in pain.  Then, with a harsh yank, he tore the duct tape from her mouth.

"You idiot!  I'm not Wo..."  Catwoman wanted to tell this jerk how much of a moron he was, but she instantly remembered one of the biggest rules of criminals; useless people are expendable people.  Can't have them figure out she's just a cat burglar.  "...worried," she finished, turning her head upward and pouting.

"Da, but you will be," the huge man said as he unzipped his pants and pulled out a penis the size of a bull's.

"*Nooo*!!!  *Ohh*!!!  *No*...mmmmblllmmm."  Catwoman's cries were muffled as one of the Cossack's henchmen silenced her with a towel gag.

The Cossack untied her ankles and grabbed her flailing legs.  He pulled Catwoman's wriggling hips into his and aimed.

"Ahhh, to rape the great Wonder Woman," the Cossack said with a sigh, as he slammed his bull-dork home.

Catwoman reared back and began hissing like a cat in heat.  Her body gyrated frantically, but the Russian was way too strong.  Ironically, her undulations were giving him the fuck of a lifetime, and he pulled her snakelike body even closer, burying his face in her tan breasts.

Instinctively, one of the Cossack's henchmen walked up behind the frantic and wildly writhing Catwoman and grabbed her ass.  He pressed his penis into her anus and plunged forward.

Catwoman went ballistic, kicking and bucking as she was sandwiched and brutally entered from both ends.  She screamed in horror as the rest of the Cossack's five men moved in.

Outside, staring in a window, a super shapely figure with long black hair in a sleeveless black leotard with deep cleavage and a big downturned collar in back, opaque blue hose and black high stiletto heeled boots with red cuffs turned down just below her knees and gold buckles on the insteps, shoulder length black gloves with deadly claws and a wicked red domino mask looked on.  She was obviously Catwoman, but if it was Catwoman being man handled by the Cossack, who thought she was Wonder Woman, then who...

'Wow!  I'm glad they didn't catch *me*.  Sometimes it pays to be the bad girl,' Wonder Woman thought, grinning at the working over Catwoman was getting in her name.  She had taken the Feline Felon's car to the airport, bagging and tying up her kitten in the limo.

* * * * *

'All I have to do is get to Steve and tell him what happened,' Diana thought as she snuck along the rows of hangars toward the one where Steve was waiting.  First Catwoman had made that journey dressed as Wonder Woman, and now Wonder Woman was doing the same dressed as Catwoman.

"*You there*!  *Halt*!" screamed a voice.

Wonder Woman turned to see two agents racing toward her with pistols drawn.

"Don't worry, gentlemen," Wonder Woman began to say.  "I'm Wonder..."



The bullets barely missed her, bouncing off some crates behind her.

"*Great Hera*! They think I'm Catwoman!!!" Wonder Woman gasped as the men ran toward her, guns ablaze.  She turned and ran for her life, ducking around the corner of a hanger.

As she ran past some crates, a rifle butt shot out and landed a blow across the back of her head.  Wonder Woman shot forward and staggered, then dropped unconscious.

"Men, grab Catwoman and cuff her.  Put her in a paddy wagon and wait for my orders," Steve Trevor barked as the agents came up and grabbed the slumped over gold hearted heroine they had to think was the black as sin hearted villainess.  "She may have more of her kittens around, and I want to interrogate her when she awakens."

The Feline Felon was cuffed and carried to a police paddy wagon, where her limp body was set on a wooden bench in the back.  The two agents climbed in back with her and shut the door.

* * * * *

Catwoman's body was now literally buried under a pile of the Cossack's bloodthirsty men.  Over and over they raped her, banging and molesting her like animals.  The penis gagged Feline Felon could only hiss and moan in futility as she went through degradation after degradation.

The Cossack stood over the groaning villainess who he thought was the super heroine and grinned.  "Tell me what I want to know, and you will be spared.  Tell me, Wonder Woman," he said as her lifted her head, removed his penis from her mouth and ran his thumb over her dull, cum soaked lower lip.

Catwoman gazed back with a glazed, dull look.  "Fuuuckkk...youuu," she stammered.

The Cossack stroked his penis into eruption and let the jism squirt all over her face.  He then pushed his member back into her unwilling mouth so she could once more drink from his fountain of seed.

* * * * *

Ten minutes went by, and Doug and Franky sat staring at the voluptuous female form laying so helplessly in front of them.

"Ya think we oughta at least search her?" Doug said in a squeaky voice.

"Yeah, good idea," Franky replied, jumping at any excuse to put his hands on those smooth, light blue thighs.

Both men went to work searching Catwoman.  Doug grabbed the disguised Amazon's huge black shrouded breasts and kneaded them slowly, making sure no knives, grenades or thermonuclear missiles might be stashed in those massive, melon sized tits.  Franky stayed to the southern regions, running his hands over her sexy, incredibly high heeled knee high boots and smooth blue hose encased legs and under her leotard bottom.

Finally, after another ten minutes of "thorough" searching, Doug thought to look in the small bag that Diana still had over her shoulder.

"Hey, Franky.  Isn't this Wonder Woman's lasso?" Doug said, holding up the golden rope.

"Sure looks that way.  I'd say the Cat bagged Wonder Woman and stole her rope."

"Maybe we oughta tell Trevor," Doug added.

"Wait!  She won't talk to Trevor.  He's too much of a goody two shoes.  Why don't we work the information out of her ourselves, and score some points with the boss?  Besides, we won't get another chance at such a snatch," Franky said with a grin.  Doug smiled back, and they both went to work.

"Okay, Cat-Bitch!  Time to wake up!" Doug said, slapping what he assumed was Catwoman's face.

Wonder Woman's eyes slowly blinked to life, and the Amazon began to wiggle and moan.  "What happened?  Where am I..." she started to ask.

"We'll ask the questions, Cat Whore!" barked Franky.

Immediately, an overwhelming force came over Wonder Woman, and she instantly realized her arms were tied behind her back with her own lasso.  The Amazon instantly shut up and awaited orders from her new rope bearers.

"Now, you're gonna tell us what your plan is, and where Wonder Woman is," ordered Franky as he grabbed the apparent Catwoman's beautiful masked face.

"I am Wonder..."  Suddenly, the Amazon began to fight the lasso.  'I'm in a totally different costume.  If I tell them I'm Wonder Woman and they strip me out of it, they may piece together that I'm also Diana Prince,' she thought.  With monumental effort, she blurted out her answer.  "My plan is to deliver the book.  Wonder Woman and helpless with two really stupid jerks..." the apparent villainess gasped, telling the truth.

"She's probably got a buyer.  I bet Wonder Woman's all trussed up somewhere," Doug said to Franky.

"Well, we'll just have to soften her up a bit," Franky replied with a grin, as he unzipped his pants and exposed his penis.  Wonder Woman gasped in horror as she knelt helplessly in front of the IADC agent.

"Yeah," added Doug as he grabbed the bottom flap on Catwoman's costume and pulled it down, pulling out his own cock in the process.  He was thrilled to see that the blue pantyhose of her costume was crotchless.

"*No*!  *N0*!  You can't do this!  This is illeg...MMMMBLLLMMM!!!"  Wonder Woman's complaining mouth went down on Franky's rock hard cock.  The agent bounced the disguised heroine's head up and down, shafting her mouth and making her moan and gasp in the process.

Almost immediately, agent Doug grabbed Wonder Woman's shifting rear and plunged his solid penis deep inside her.  Kneeling like a dog and whimpering as well, the apparent villainess played the sex bitch for her two rapists.  Each agent was rewarded with a bevy of erotic hip thrusts, desperate, sucking lips and moans of helplessness.

The sensations were too much and the men sank, reeling in the waves of pleasure the Amazon was so unwillingly issuing.  Wonder Woman pulled at the golden lasso behind her, trying to loosen it before they gave any further orders.  She was not ordered to remove it, so the lasso was fair game.

'Almost got it.  Too loosely wrapped.  They didn't knot it.'

Suddenly, Franky's back arched and he seized in sexual tension.  His hands grabbed Diana's head and held it firmly in place.  She began to squeal in disgust and horror at the inevitable.  Her hands were coming loose, but she was still too late.  With a male cry of intense relief, agent Franky erupted and blasted his seed down the heroine's unwilling throat.  The captive who appeared to be Catwoman could do nothing but gasp and swallow in humiliation.

At the same time, agent Doug sounded his excitement and burst inside what he just knew was their captive Catwoman's writhing hips.  The disguised as the Feline Felon heroine's ass thrust from his pounding, then slowed as he allowed his member to pump its load deep inside her.

The three sat for a long, silent moment, both men breathing heavily in ecstasy as they continued to relieve themselves.  Suddenly, Diana sprang forward and plowed an unsuspecting agent Franky into the front of the van.  At the same time, her shapely, muscular leg let out a massive side kick that sent agent Doug against the van doors.  She immediately wrapped her lasso around Franky and ordered him to stay.  Then, in the same motion, she lunged at agent Doug and slammed half a dozen knee blows to his groin and gut, dropping him unconscious.

"I think that will take care of those two.  Diana Prince will definitely have to write up something about them when we're back at headquarters," 'Catwoman' said as she pulled up the gloves on her arms, snapped shut the bottom of her leotard and adjusted the mask over her eyes and face.  Then she quietly shut the van door.

"I had to use the lasso and order them to believe Catwoman escaped.  I can't report the rape since it was really me they banged and not Selina.  I just had to order them to forget it," Wonder Woman as Catwoman said to herself in her usual, super uptight manner as she strutted off back toward the hangar where she first saw Catwoman as Wonder Woman.

She stared back in the window and gasped.  'How long have they been doing her?  Its been nearly two hours,' Wonder Woman thought, watching a bare female leg or gnarled hand reach out from the pile in desperation.

With the stealth of a true Amazon, the apparent villainess snuck in and grabbed her own original costume, which was strewn on the floor on the other side of the hangar.  The Cossack's men were far too busy enjoying themselves to notice.  The super heroine who looked like Catwoman could see that the villainess pretending to be Wonder Woman was waning.  She knew the woman would talk from over stimulation any moment.

'She'll probably tell them where the book is first.  If she told them she wasn't Wonder Woman, they'd kill her instantly and she knows it,' the Amazon thought.  Suddenly, the heroine sprouted a wicked grin, which looked ominously appropriate for the identity she wore.

* * * * *

The Cossack's men rushed the hangar that Steve Trevor was guarding, firing Kalishnakovs like firemen hosing a fire.  The IADC agents ran from the hangar, firing back but, more importantly, they ducked and covered themselves trying not to get shot.  The goons rushed in, grabbed the book from Wonder Woman's invisible jet, and ran down the tarmac firing back at will.

Soon, a large, black truck exploded from the hangar across the way and the Cossack, with his men and their captive, barreled through the airport gates and away from Steve Trevor and his agents.

"Great idea!  Only you could have thought of that," Steve said.

"Well, it was inspired.  I can't take all the credit.  Catwoman helped," Wonder Woman said, stepping out from behind some crates, now wearing her own full outfit, with the exception of her tiara.  'With luck, none of the guys will notice before I get a chance to get a replacement.'

"Now, how did you know Catwoman would help the Cossack and lead him here?" Steve replied, pulling bullets from his flack jacket.

"Oh, you know, criminals always party together.  She probably just used her feminine charms on him and he melted like putty," Wonder Woman replied with a grin.  "At least the book is safe."

"Yes, the book.  I know that thing they took was the flight log off someone's airplane, but what happened to the real book?" Steve asked.

At that moment, a young UPS delivery boy walked in with an overnight package.  "Delivery for a Ms. Wonder Woman," the boy yelled.  Diana signed for the large envelope and opened it.

"There, all safe and sound.  It would have gotten here much sooner *if UPS wasn't on strike*!!!" she blared, staring at the UPS guy.  The boy grinned and shied away, embarrassed at who was chewing his butt out.  Wonder Woman handed the manifest to Steve, who handed it to another agent for delivery.

"Definitely a brilliant plan, Wonder Woman.  Get the two most likely villains who might steal the book to work together so they steal the wrong one, leaving us free to deliver the right one," Steve said, smiling.  "Too bad their contacts will be extremely angry for getting the wrong book."

"Yes, too bad for them," Wonder Woman added.  They both broke into laughter.

'Now then, I wonder if I can give Bruce a bit of a scary thrill when Catwoman sneaks up on him during tonight's rooftop patrol of Gotham...' the Amazon thought while walking back toward those crates.

* * * * *

"So, Wonder Woman.  I now have the book, and your lovely body.  I will be glad when I can part with both.  You will fetch quite a sum on the white slavery market, while the book will tell me of my mother country's missile locations.  I will take back what is ours from the decadent western pigs and restore Mother Russia to her old glory," the Cossack proclaimed, sitting in the back of the van and staring down at a bound, gagged and naked Catwoman.

"But first, we must taste of your pleasures once more."  The men formed in on the struggling villainess who they still thought was a super heroine, and the van drove off into the night.

* * * * *

Selina Kyle, assumed to be Wonder Woman, gets taken to Mother Russia where the Cossack's mind manipulation takes away not only her knowledge of being the Feline Felon, but any idea that she may have been the Amazon heroine.  She gets turned into a powerful female champion of the Russians who knew she at one time was an Amazon princess called Wonder Woman, but that's in her past.  Her name is Katterina Vostov and is bilingual, speaking both Russian and English fluently.  In her gleaming red skintight costume which has her long black hair streaming down her back but leaves no skin showing other than her eyes, lips and chin and whose shiny red thigh high boots have the same sexy six-inch stiletto heels of her past feline costumes, along with elbow length red gloves that have fingernails but no claws, she is now called Crimson Crusader.

The End, but only of Mr. X's original story with my edit and small additions.

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