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The Further Perils of Wonder Woman
"Mistaken Identity 2 - The Cat is Back" by Steve Zink

(The first half is the original story done by Mr. X with my edit and changes.)

"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.  Then again, she had me convinced at first," 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 slinky, royal purple spandex cat outfit and its black leather and vinyl accessories.  "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.

* * * * *

Unknown to Wonder Woman, the Kitten she had left bound in the limo freed herself in time to also witness the Amazon doing her thing in the Catwoman costume, along with her boss being taken out of the country, possibly never to be seen again.  This left her feeling empty, for without the Feline Felon to lead and guide her, the young villainess couldn't see how she would continue.  As she watched the brighty clad super heroine leave the scene, Tabby, as this Kitten was known, got back into the limo and sped back to the Cat's Lair before anyone could notice she had left.

There in the Lair, Tabby remembered the scene she had witnessed earlier in the day.  Wonder Woman, wearing the Catwoman costume, had gone to the hangar.  She looked enough like her mistress, probably for the same reason Catwoman herself had looked a lot like Wonder Woman.  This thought gave her an idea, the details of which she worked on for the next few days.  It became even more sure to do after she spotted what looked like her mistress playing games with Batman during a couple of further nights.

* * * * *

Diana Prince was working in her office at the IADC a week after the nuclear plans incident when Steve Trevor came out of his office to tell her that the agency had just gotten word that a shipment of new, ultra quick and extremely efficient microchips was going to be sent from Silicon Valley to New York.  It was assumed that the shipment would become a likely target for foul play, so he asked Diana if she could persuade Wonder Woman to watch over the chips while they were in transit.

"I'm sure she'd be willing to help, but are you sure Wonder Woman would want to be known as a watch dog," Diana said, "what with guarding the nuclear plans and now microchips?"

"Well," he replied, snickering, "I hardly think of Wonder Woman as a dog, and I doubt she would even think we were trying to take advantage of her."

Diana shifted her eyes skyward, then glared at Steve.  "Okay, I'll try to convince Wonder Woman that helping you will not get her into the dog pound!"  The Amazon would be heading somewhere with the microchips, but a dog pound wouldn't quite be an accurate description.

* * * * *

Tabby had heard about the microchip shipment also, via the criminal grapevine.  Working under the assumption that Wonder Woman would be near the chips at most points along the journey, the Kitten assembled the gear she would need to accomplish the feat she had envisioned earlier.  She put a complete set of the usual cat tools that she and her boss usually used in their escapades into a small pack.  She also gathered up a complete costume from her mentor's closet, one of the earlier costumes she'd worn.  Then the young villainess waited for word that the chips were on the way.

When she was told that the microchips were in transit, Tabby asked a few of her contacts if they were being guarded.  She didn't want anyone, even her most trusted cronies, to know that she was specifically looking for Wonder Woman.  When word came that the chips were under the watchful eye of the mighty Amazon, the Kitten purred and grinned with an evil smirk.  She then departed, to meet up with the chip shipment as it was on the rails crossing the Great Plains, where the chances for being observed would be the slimmest.

* * * * *

Wonder Woman was in a specially equipped coach, with computers and communication gear that rivaled the setup on the President's Air Force One.  The agents who were also transiting with the shipment were in a sleeper car in front of her special coach.  Since it was 2 in the morning, and none of the agents had any reason to stay awake and worry with the super heroine on duty, she was the only person awake and monitoring the situation.

To drown out the sound of the wheels clacking on the rails, Wonder Woman had a headset on, through which she was listening to a CD of Led Zeppelin's "The Song Remains The Same", which she figured would keep her awake for sure.  Unfortunately, this also made it unlikely that she would hear the sound of a pair of feet touching down on the roof of the coach.

Tabby had been aware of the cabin arrangements for the trip through her diligent computer searches, and waited for exactly this time of the morning when Wonder Woman would be alone in her coach.  As the comm coach neared the bridge on which she was perched, the Kitten got ready, then dropped on all fours to the roof of the coach.  In keeping with her personal pride, she then doffed the sneakers which had been worn for the drop, and pulled her boots from the pack after taking it off her back.

'Yeah, I can just see dropping in THESE heels,' she thought while zipping on the knee high black boots.  Tabby then got the canister of knockout gas out of the pack.  She found an air vent, then opened up the valve and watched the tinted mist spew into the coach.  Just as Wonder Woman was hearing the electronic noise in the middle of "Dazed and Confused", the gas reached her lungs, and in seconds, she toppled out of the chair she'd been in, truly dazed.

After giving the gas ten minutes to dissipate, Tabby climbed down from her lofty position and entered the coach via the inter-coach doorway.  She locked the door just to be sure, then the young villainess put the pack down in the center of the coach.  A shiny black costume was pulled from the pack and laid out next to it.  She removed the headset from Wonder Woman's head, then picked up the Amazon and laid her out on the couch.  First, just to be safe, she removed the magic lasso from the heroine's belt, then removed her tiara and power belt.

Tabby then proceeded to strip Wonder Woman from the rest of her costume, starting with her star spangled blue shorts.  'Oooo,' she thought, 'déjà vu!  This is just the way we stripped her back at the motel a couple of weeks ago.'  After she pulled off the boots and bodice, Tabby removed the last bit of Diana's costume by taking the long, silver bracelets off her wrists.  The resulting pile of red, white, blue and gold costume bits was placed into the pack, in the space originally occupied by black.

Taking Wonder Woman's hands and bringing them together behind her back, Tabby took some rope from the pack and tied them together at the wrists.  She took a bit more rope and brought the heroine's elbows together, marveling at the way this made the Amazon's huge breasts stand out.  The Kitten then tied her feet together at the ankles, and bringing those feet back up, secured the tied up feet to the wrist restraints.  The hog-tied black haired beauty was now once again a picture of perfect feminine bondage, as her captor remembered her from earlier in the month.

"Now, let's see if I can wake her up," said Tabby as she reached into the pack for a two-headed vibrator.  After she inserted one end into Wonder Woman's anal cavity, and pushed it a good ways in, she put the other end into her love canal.  The Kitten used her left hand to cup the Amazon's left tit, with her fingertips poised on the nipple.  Then she positioned her mouth over the nude heroine's right tit, teeth at the ready, and the villainess used her right hand to turn on the vibrator.

Wonder Woman jolted awake to the sensations of her most sensitive body parts being heavily stimulated.  Her pussy was on fire with the low frequency throbs of one end of the vibrator, while her sphincter was being tickled by its rapidly flailing other end.  Diana's left tit was being squeezed and the aroused nipple pinched, while her right tit's nipple was being alternately sucked on and bitten.  Her eyes opened with a flash to see someone she had last seen a couple of weeks ago, and had hoped to never see again.  "What are you doing here?" she screamed at Tabby.

Releasing Wonder Woman's tits, Tabby stood up and said, "Oh, did I forget something?  Here, let me take care of that."  She reached into the pack and pulled out a huge red ball gag which she then looped around Diana's head and pulled tight before buckling, leaving the Amazon looking even more like a pig at a barbecue.

"Mmmmphhhmmmm," was all Wonder Woman could get out in reply.

"I want to see you thoroughly enjoy yourself," said Tabby, "just like you did at the motel while Catwoman was taking your place a couple of weeks ago.  Then, when you've had your fun and come to a few orgasms, I've got another surprise for you, Wonder Bitch!"

With no way to control what her body was being subjected to, Wonder Woman came to a climax almost violently the first time, and Tabby watched in glee as her body shook with the pleasure it was experiencing.  Of course, the Amazon would have liked to make her sexual pleasures vocal by moaning and screaming, but her captor had taken care of that.

The Amazon soon shook with a second orgasm, then watched with wide eyes as Tabby picked up the magic lasso.  The last time the feline pair had used it on her, they had only ordered her to remain quiet and cum frequently, and Wonder Woman had been glad they hadn't ordered her to not escape.  Now, she wondered just what Tabby had in mind.

Tabby first removed the ball gag, and thrilled at the moan that escaped Wonder Woman's lips.  "Wha...what are doing, you misguided kitty?" the Amazon finally was able to say.

After she turned off the vibrator, Tabby used the lasso to form a golden collar around Wonder Woman's throat.  "Let's see now," she said, "if I remember right, you have to obey every order I give you now.  Is that correct?"

'Here we go again,' thought Wonder Woman, who replied with a meek, "Yes."

Little did she know.

"I want you to remain still; do not make any effort to get away from me," continued the Kitten, as she started to untie the bindings around the Amazon's feet and hands.  With Wonder Woman now sitting on the seat, totally naked save for the golden collar around her throat, she felt completely helpless.

"As you may recall," said Tabby, "my boss was taken to Russia the last time I saw you.  Lord knows how Catwoman is being treated, since they think she is you.  I myself don't think she has a chance of getting home.  I can't work without Catwoman leading me.  You're going to solve that problem for me."

"How, by going to Russia and liberating her for you?"

"No, it will be a lot easier than that," said Tabby, as she went on.  "When you escaped our little bondage trap at the motel and went to the hangar dressed in the costume my boss left behind there, you had me, Steve Trevor and a number of agents completely fooled.  You made a good looking Catwoman.  Even more so when I saw you come to Gotham City and play around with Batman on a few nights.  Now, let's see you do that again."

Tabby led the Amazon by her neck to the costume laid out next to the pack.  "Okay, Wonder Woman, put that on!" ordered Tabby.

Diana picked up the shiny black latex catsuit, and pulled it on over her entire bare body.  After she pulled up the zipper, the Amazon marveled at the way her bounteous breasts and pussy stood out without being covered.  She picked up the ultra high stiletto heeled black knee high boots, then zipped them on.  After pulling on the clawed gloves, she was preparing to pick up the cowl when Tabby said, "Step over here to the mirror, Wonder Woman."

With Tabby standing next to her, holding onto her golden leash, the Amazon heard her say, "Who do you see in the mirror?"

"I see myself and you," replied Wonder Woman.

"No, be more specific.  Who in particular do you see in this mirror?"

"I see Wonder Woman wearing a Catwoman costume, and her Kitten, Tabby."

"Very good," Tabby added, "but not quite right.  Who you see is actually Catwoman in her costume, and her Kitten."

Wonder Woman felt her lasso doing its thing as her brain took in what she had just been told.  Her complete memory of identity was erased, and reprogrammed.  "You will retain your alter ego of Diana Prince," added Tabby, "and as Catwoman, you will retain all the knowledge and skills of Wonder Woman."

The brunette blinked, then said, "Yes, of course.  I see Catwoman and her Kitten.  Besides Catwoman, I am also known as Diana Prince.  Why have you got my old lasso around my neck, though?  Let me put on my cowl, so we can get to work here!"

"Sure, boss!  I'll get right to it," replied Tabby with glee as she realized that her plan had just worked perfectly.  'Diana Prince is no longer Wonder Woman.  From now on, she is Catwoman!'  With that, the lasso was removed from Catwoman's throat and after becoming cowled and masked, the two felonious feminine felines had a field day stripping the chips from their storage bins, and jumped from the train just before dawn.

Later that morning, the agents in the other coach went to check on Wonder Woman.  First they found the door locked for some reason, so they found the train's engineer, who got a key and opened the door for them.  They were a bit surprised to see the CD player running, and no one listening to it.  Finding no sign of the Amazon, they then went to see if she was with the microchips.  The sight of the stripped storage bins made the agents do a double take, and with no sign of the guarding heroine, they went back up to the comm coach and informed their superiors of the loss, and apparent disappearance of Wonder Woman.

Word soon came back from Steve Trevor at the IADC that she was probably on the trail of the thief.  Little could Steve know that she WAS the thief.

* * * * *

Two days later, Diana Prince was seated at her desk when Steve popped his head through the door and said, "Well, Diana, how was the vacation, besides too brief?"

"Short as it was," she replied, "it was purrrfect.  I've come back a totally new woman.  I'm going to be taking some evenings to work with a new friend, and we might be going out on the town quite a bit!"

Steve wondered what had come over his formerly demure assistant, then continued, "The microchip shipment is still missing, seemingly lost off the face of the earth.  Have you heard anything from Wonder Woman about searching for them?"

"Gosh," Diana replied, "I just don't know about Wonder Woman.  I haven't heard from her or seen her since before the mission.  I think maybe she has disappeared, also."

"Okay then, I guess we'll be on our own in checking on the industrial diamond shipment going through the airport tonight," said Steve. "Can I see you for dinner after work?"

"Gosh," she replied, "I'm going to be otherwise engaged tonight.  Maybe tomorrow evening?"

"All right then, I'll mark my calendar," he said, once again puzzled about her apparent change.  After mulling this for a moment, he continued, "Take care, and don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

Giggling, she said, "Oh, I don't know.  I do a lot of things you wouldn't dream of doing!  Ta ta!"

As soon as Trevor left the office, Diana got on her phone and left a cryptic message for Tabby in case the calls were monitored, telling her where to be at dusk.

When the work day ended, Diana grabbed her oversized bag and found an out of the way restroom on the bottom floor of the building.  There, she took off her daytime work clothes and changed into her nighttime work clothes.  Instead of black latex, she was back in her swimsuit style costume which had been brought back from the airport as a souvenir.  With the day clothes hidden in a closet, Catwoman checked for any remaining workers in the area, and seeing none, proceeded stealthily to the loading dock door where she found her Kitten waiting for her.  Together, Catwoman and Tabby then got into the Cat Car and sped off for the airport.

* * * * *

As the diamonds were being passed to the courier in the freight forwarder's office, Catwoman snapped her whip and launched the pouch into the waiting hands of her Kitten.

Just then, a lone Steve Trevor made an appearance.  "Catwoman!  What are you doing here?  We thought you were out of the picture!"

"Meoowwwrrrrr!  I'm so in your picture you wouldn't believe it."

Hearing her say this, Trevor thought her voice sounded awfully familiar.  "Catwoman, if you're here in DC now, who is left to bother Batman in Gotham City?"

When she responded, "He's always got Joker, Poison Ivy and Penguin to tend to.  I've got new territory to plunder!" things clicked.

"Diana, is that you in that costume?" he asked in a low voice.

"Quick Tabby, grab him and bring him outside!" Catwoman said.  Once there, she reached into her weapons pouch and pulled out a golden lasso.

"What are you doing with Wonder Woman's lasso?" Trevor blurted.

"Putting it to good use, you meddling fool!" Catwoman snarled back at him.

Tabby edged Steve along, pushing him toward the Cat Car.  After she pulled open the back door, the Kitten pushed the IADC agent onto the back bench seat, then taped his mouth shut and secured his hands behind his back.

Catwoman and Tabby then made their way to a motel room they'd reserved earlier for a safe spot in which to lay low if the heist had gone bad.  Tabby slipped her hands under the bound agent's arms, and dragged Trevor into the room; she then threw him onto the bed.

Catwoman, with her clawed hands perched seductively on her hips, sauntered over to him.  "I'm going to give you a bit of a treat, Steve.  Tabby, bring me the lasso."  After she wrapped the lasso around his right arm, the new Feline Felon slowly stripped the clothes from his body, then pulled the tape off his mouth.

"You've wanted to get your prick into Wonder Woman's pussy for so long, I've started to think maybe you have a one track mind.  Well, you didn't take advantage of having that pussy readily on hand every day at the office, you stupid twit, so now, even though you still can't get into Wonder Woman's pussy, you will get into this Pussy's pussy!"

As Catwoman removed her cowl, then the rest of her costume in a slow, seductive striptease, Steve watched in terror.  His longtime idol appeared, and he suddenly realized that she was also Diana Prince.  It seemed that she was now someone who could easily do away with him!

"Okay, Trevor," the now denuded Catwoman said, "lay on your back."  With the lasso keeping him in its thrall, he stretched out.  "As long as that lasso is on your wrist, you will be able to get a hard on, but I forbid you to ejaculate," she said.

Catwoman then mounted the supine IADC agent and proceeded to bounce up and down on his raised pole, reveling in the sensations it sent shooting through her loins.  "Ooooo...That's some tool you've got there!" cried out the villainess, who then turned and said, "Tabby, don't just stand there looking like a contented kitten, get undressed and let this fool clean your pussy with his tongue, while I enjoy what I'm doing."  Just then, the ex-Amazon Princess came to her first ever male-induced climax.

Later that evening, when the two cats had finished with their toy, Steve found himself seated on the couch facing his erstwhile idol.  "When we drop you off back at headquarters," Catwoman instructed him, "you will have no recollection of the events that have transpired this evening.  You will know only that you had intended to visit the airport after work, but decided to stay put and take a nap before going home.  You will have no memories of any connection between Catwoman and Diana Prince, or Diana Prince and Wonder Woman.  Do you understand?"

"Yes," he replied meekly.

After leaving him behind at the IADC, Catwoman and Tabby went back to their Cat's Lair to check on the evening's spoils, and see if any messages had come in on the phone or the Internet with takers for the chips.  This done, they then enjoyed each other in bed for a number of hours.

The next day, Trevor called Prince into his office.  "Diana, we're at a total loss in trying to find out what happened to Wonder Woman.  Are you sure you haven't had any contact with her, either?"

"No," she responded after thinking for a moment, "I think Wonder Woman has truly disappeared.  But to be honest with you, I think I'm having a purrrfectly good time not having to keep track of her."  A canary eating grin formed on her lips, but Steve failed to notice it as he turned back to his office.  And in a soft voice, she said, "I'm sure Catwoman would know what happened to Wonder Woman, but I don't think she wants to tell you!"

* * * * *

It was only a few short days after Steve Trevor had been played with by his coworker Diana, in her guise as Catwoman, that she finished doing some programming modifications to one of the devices she had on hand in her apartment from the days when she was known as Wonder Woman.  The Amazons on Themyscira had developed the Purple Ray as a beneficial tool to be utilized in curing illnesses, repairing injuries, and similar duties.  Diana took the purpose of the machine and went way beyond what it had originally been meant to do, warping the intended purpose all out of proportion.

After she very carefully analyzed what the programming was set for in the healing mode, Diana's new and far more conniving identity of Catwoman came up with a far more insidious mode for the healing powers of the machine.  She programmed it to analyze the subject placed in its field of effect, then heal that subject's bodily discrepancies until they'd become a perfect Amazon.  The Purple Ray could now cure any person of the failing of being merely human, and in her particular case, of being a merely human *male*.

Early the next week, Steve entered Diana's cubicle at the IADC.  He sat down on the couch placed along the side of the small office, crossed his legs and folded his hands in his lap, then asked, "Diana, have you heard any word from Wonder Woman yet, or had any info come in on the missing chips?"

This was just the opening she'd had been waiting for.  Diana crossed her own hands on her desktop, then turned to face her supervisor.  "I have heard of the chips actually being right under our noses.  And as for Wonder Woman, I think if you really want to get into her shorts, if you know what I mean, I think I might be able to get her to make an appearance at my apartment later this evening.  Would you like me to ask if she could be there?"

"Would I!" Steve exclaimed.  "Here she's been missing for two weeks, you've said you had no idea where she had disappeared to, and now you say I can get up close and personal with her?  I wouldn't miss this opportunity for anything!"

Diana put on that canary eating grin once again, then said, "Okay, so you can be there at my apartment this evening?  I'll get everything set up so that you and Wonder Woman will become so close that you'll leave the apartment a changed man!  Can you be there at my apartment at exactly 8 PM?"

Upon hearing this, all kinds of visions started swimming in Trevor's head.  As he came back to reality, Steve stood and said, "You bet I can!  Thanks for all of your help.  I'm really looking forward to this evening now!"  He then turned and went back to his office.

As he left, Diana put a bewitching smile on her face.  Steve Trevor had no way of knowing that his reply was the answer to the question that she'd said she'd put to Wonder Woman herself.  In effect, she had just done precisely that!

Diana departed the IADC on her lunch break an hour later, leaving word with the front desk that she would be gone for the rest of the day and would be back in the morning.  She made her way to the phone booth across the street from the building, and made a call to Tabby.  "Hi, it's Diana.  Did you obtain the items on the list I gave you?"

"Hello, Diana.  Yes, I was able to find almost everything.  The only things I haven't obtained yet are the boots."

"Very well then, that's one of the reasons I got off early today," Diana said curtly.  "I'm going to make a few stops on the way back to my apartment, and try to find what we need.  You bring all the items you've obtained so far to the apartment at 6 this evening."

"Okay, I'll be there.  This is going to be so much fun!"

Diana purred briefly, then said, "Don't you know it, you little minx!  Goodbye."  With that, Diana hung up the phone with a big grin on her face.

She proceeded down the street and then a few blocks to the left.  Diana was now in the garment district of the city, home to shops selling clothes ranging from European elegance to New Age grunge.  The shop she was specifically looking for was not exactly hidden, but the front of the store was a mere sign with the name, "Spikes", and a note saying to come upstairs.

Diana had first spotted this sign two nights previously while she and Tabby were on the streets in costume, casing the jewelry stores only three blocks east of the garment district.  She knew there had to be some hidden meaning to the sign, considering where it was located.  The brunette took the pins out of her hair to let it fall naturally, and look a lot less official, then mounted the stairs leading to the "Spikes" store.

Whereas almost every other stairwell in the area of the shop had grated steps, Diana noted that the steps leading to "Spikes" were solid.  "I'll bet I know why these steps are solid," she muttered to herself.  "If "Spikes" sells what I hope they do, wearing what has been bought wouldn't work well on grated steps!"  After climbing two stories of steps, she finally came upon a plain door with "Spikes" stenciled on it.

The sexy looking brunette opened the door to find a sight that made her gasp, even with the harder mentality of Catwoman now dominating her mind.  The walls and counters were lined with examples of stiletto heeled shoes and boots in colors ranging from white to zebra to red to black, and almost any other color or combination of colors imaginable.  And that was just what was on hand for sales pitches.  She soon found, after a brief discussion with the salesgirl who'd popped up to help, that any style on hand could be obtained on order in almost any color imaginable.

"I need something that I hope will be on hand, and for sale," Diana told her, "without having to wait for an order to be placed and filled."  After describing her need to the young lady, Catwoman started to browse the shop as the clerk went into the storeroom behind the sales register to see if what she wanted was on hand.

Diana picked up a pair of red size 6 pumps with six-inch heels, and marveled at the craftsmanship that went into their making.  She also noted a pair of thigh high black boots that laced all the way from the instep to the tops of the thighs, with similar heels on them.  'These may very well be the next addition to my costume.  I wonder how hard it would be to perform my crimes and other evil activities in six-inch heels?' she was thinking to herself when the sales clerk came out of the back room with a large box in her hands.

"I found just what you were looking for, ma'am," the clerk said.  "Red, size 7, five-inch heels, inside zip.  Want to take a look?"

"You bet I do!" exclaimed a gleeful Diana.  "And while I'm looking, can you see if you also have these beautiful red fuck me heels and the black thigh high boots in size 7 back there?" she added while lifting the red shoe she'd been checking out and using its heel to point at the boots.

"I'm sure we do, ma'am!  I'll be right back!"

As she opened the box, Diana pushed the tissue out of the way to see a boot folded over twice.  She picked it up, and watched as it unfolded to drop to within a foot of the floor.  The brunette was holding it at waist height!

"These boots are perfect," she told the clerk who had just reappeared with a much smaller box and a slightly larger box in her hands.  "I'm going to buy these from you directly this afternoon."

"Great!" the young lady said, with a grin growing from thoughts of huge commissions.  "Would you like to try on either pair of boots or these shoes?" she added while holding up the smaller box.

"Not the boots, but do let me try on those incredible heels.  I've never worn anything that high before."

The young woman pointed, and Diana turned around to sit on one of the plush seats in the middle of the floor.  She slipped off the nearly flat heeled dress shoes she'd worn to work, then watched as the young woman pulled the stretchers and tissue from the insides of the red pumps.  She then knelt at Diana's feet, and lifted first her left and then her right foot to put on the new shoes.  "Those slipped on so easily that I'm sure they're going to fit you perfectly, ma'am.  Please stand up, and after you're sure of your balance in them, go ahead and try walking around a bit."

Little did the clerk know that the super powered body of the Amazon before her, who was now a villainess instead of a heroine, would find no difficulty at all in either balancing or walking in the shoes which practically put her on her toes.  Diana didn't want to give away too much, so she did waver just a bit as she stood.  However, after a moment's hesitation, she started walking around as if she'd been wearing ultra high heels all her life.  The young woman couldn't believe how regally she carried herself, but did note that no matter what, those heels did make her put on a super sexy swaying of her hips.  After all, they weren't called 'fuck me heels' for nothing!

"Much as I'd like to wear these shoes home, young lady, they don't go very well with my work clothes.  Let's put them back in their box, and I'll get them and the two pairs of boots today," Diana told her as she sat to once again put on her more boring shoes.

"Okay!  Let me ring these up for you.  How would you like to pay for this?"

"Would cash be okay?" Diana responded with a grin.

"C-C-Cash?!?" the clerk blurted out.  "Ooh...Sure...yeah, I mean, I'm sorry.  We don't often get anybody paying cash for $400 and $350 a pair boots along with $120 shoes!"

"I have lots of money to play with right now," Diana said in response, then dealt out the money to the astonished clerk.  "And here's a little tip for you," Diana said as she passed a $100 bill to the now even more astounded sales agent, "if you can keep quiet about who's getting them."

"No problem, ma'am!  Your interest goes no further that right here!" was said while handing Diana the receipt.

With that, Diana made her way back down the two flights of steps, with a large bag in her grasp, and a huge smile on her face.  "Spikes" was going to be seeing a lot more of her in the future.  Diana had visions of incredibly high heeled shoes and boots swimming in her head.

The cab driver who picked up Diana a few moments later couldn't keep from looking in his rear view mirror, which was most definitely not aimed out the rear window of the cab.  He was enamored by the beauty in ebony tresses who occupied his rear seat.  She was holding tightly to the trio of boxes in the sack on her lap, and the villainess paid no attention until she felt the cab swerve violently when the cabbie's lack of attention almost caused him to sideswipe a parked truck.

Diana put on the meanest face she could muster, hissed like a cat ready to pounce, then told him to keep his eyes off the cargo and on the road.  After only a few more near mishaps, his passenger was delivered to her apartment complex.  She gave the cabbie his fare, no tip this time, and stormed away from him into the building.

She took the elevator to the 8th floor, sharing the car with an older couple going even higher.  They did a quick scan of the lady they were joining, and tsked mightily when they spotted the titling on the end of the boot box, now sticking out of the top of the bag.  "Up yours," Diana muttered under her breath as she got off at her floor.

When she reached her apartment, Diana fished for the key in her purse, then after finally locating it, unlocked the door and entered.  She set the bag on the couch, then went to the secret compartment she had installed in her bedroom.  She removed the Purple Ray from its storage box, and also removed the Wonder Woman costume she found there which she had been wearing the day she became Catwoman.  "Good kitty, Tabby.  I'm glad you collect almost everything you can get your claws on!"

The ex-wearer of that costume laid it out on the couch next to the bag.  "Let's see now, just what costume parts do we still need?"  She picked up the tiara, power belt and bracelets of submission, then put back the rest of the costume.  Why was she putting away the shorts, bodice and boots, we might wonder?

With these needed costume parts set in place, Diana then took the new red boots and superglued glossy white leather strips around the tops, then down the fronts all the way to the tips of the toes.  She folded them and put them back into their box when finished.  Then she got out of her work clothes, and into the outfit she'd selected to bedazzle Steve Trevor.  Then she opened up the smallest of her three new boxes, and was soon standing six inches taller.

Tabby arrived at the apartment shortly after 6.  She was dressed almost as stunningly as Diana, in a sleeveless dark blue minidress.  Her shoes were dark blue sandals with stiletto heels not quite as high as her mistress', and had lacings which wound up her legs to just below her knees.  "Catwoman, do you know how much I hate getting dressed up in street clothes?"  Then she stopped and looked at her boss from head to toe, and stopped at those toes.  "Love your new shoes!"

Diana gave a hearty laugh at hearing this, then answered, "Awww...Poor little Kitty, can't get into your catsuit?  Well, don't worry, a couple of hours from now, we'll both be able to show our true colors.  I got these shoes with the fuck me heels at Spikes today while I was also getting the boots.  Wait'l you see the new boots I picked up to go with my black latex costume.  Now, show me what you managed to scratch up for me."

Tabby opened up the sack she was clutching, and showed Diana a golden leather corset with incredible steel boning.  It had a set of two thin black outlined W's which she had stitched to its front, to match those on the original bodice.  Next was a bright blue set of lycra spandex shorts that almost weren't even there.  They had just enough material to cover the crotch and a bit of the ass, with French cut legs that reached all the way to the waistline.  There were tiny white stars which Tabby had added, evenly across the front and back.  The Kitten then reached into the sack and pulled out a pair of shoulder length red leather gloves with zippers running their length, for a tight fit on the arms.  She had added similar glossy white strips to the tops of these gloves to match what Diana had done to the boots.

"Very nice!  These will go well with what I found this afternoon.  Here we go," Diana said, as she opened up the box and pulled out the red patent leather thigh high boots.  "Now, let's get all these costume parts into the bedroom, where they won't be seen right away when Trevor gets here."

While in the bedroom, the girls also got out their own costumes, ready to be donned at the proper moment.

* * * * *

While we are waiting for Steve to get to Diana's apartment, it might be worthwhile to give a bit of background on our friendly Kitten, Tabby.  You might remember, she was heavily dependent upon her boss, Catwoman.  This was the reason she needed very badly to replace Catwoman when the original was lost.  This dependence was derived from some mental conditioning the original Catwoman had put her through a year earlier.

Tabby was so eager to get into her catsuit and out of street clothes because in her street clothes, she felt exposed and open to discovery.  Her looks were hard to cover without costume, and the costume she wore now was completely different from the one she had worn prior to being reconditioned by Catwoman.  Out of costume, her bright red hair fell past her shoulders, and there weren't very many young ladies with her build and hair like that.

In her past identity of Batgirl, Tabby had thrilled to the way her body's attributes showed via the black and yellow costume she wore, with that flaming red hair flowing out over her yellow cape.  Now, as Tabby, she tucked that hair up under her cowl, and her tiger striped catsuit with black boots, gloves, cowl and belt did the honor of showing off her body.  While in costume, the ex-Batgirl was one very contented kitten.  It was after telling Diana who she used to be that her mistress then said, "So we both used to be goody goody heroines, and now we're the two most evil villainesses in the world!"

* * * * *

Soon enough, 8 PM rolled around and Steve Trevor promptly rang the doorbell.  Diana opened the door to greet him, dressed much more casually, almost slutty, than he could ever remember seeing her before.  The red miniskirt she was wearing came to just below her crotch, and the pink spandex top she had on left nothing to the imagination.  And to top it all off, or perhaps, bottom it all off, her bright red shoes were stunning, with incredibly high and sexy stiletto heels.  To him, she looked more like a street ready whore than the demure young lady he'd known for years, and with her face made up the way it was, she was one incredibly beautiful slut...err, woman.  "Wow, Diana," he gasped, "you could put Wonder Woman to shame!"

"Oh, come on, Steve," she replied, "I couldn't possibly fit her standards.  But I'm sure you could.  Come on in, Wonder Woman isn't here just yet, but now that you're here, I'm sure it won't be long before she shows up."

As Steve came through the door, he saw a stunningly good looking redhead sitting on the couch in a sharp blue outfit.  'Where am I, Diana Prince's apartment, or a bordello?'  He blinked, then said, "Wow, I come over to see Wonder Woman, and I strike it rich with two beautiful ladies to keep me company while I'm waiting.  Hey wait, don't I know you...?" he said while putting his hand to his chin, ogling Tabby.

"No, I'm sure you and I have never met," she told him, then gave a worried look to Diana.

Diana shot a warning glance at Tabby, then turned back to Trevor and said, "Steve, earlier today I said you could get into Wonder Woman's shorts tonight.  Did you have any idea to what I was actually referring?  Just now, you said you were here to see Wonder Woman.  Well, in a mirror, maybe.  No, you're going to get into Wonder Woman's shorts because you're not going to see Wonder Woman, you're going to *be* Wonder Woman.  Tabby, grab him!"

Tabby sprang from her sitting position on the couch at the same time that Diana lunged at Steve, the two locking him in their grasp.  Diana then picked up the golden lasso which had been hidden under a pillow near where Tabby had been seated.  She deftly wrapped the lasso around Trevor's left wrist, then said, "Steve, you have been wondering for so long now about the location of the missing microchips.  And you have been a real pain in the ass, constantly bitching about Wonder Woman's whereabouts.  Your memories of what happened here last week are already gone, so I'll refresh them for you.  I am Catwoman, and with Wonder Woman's golden lasso, I have you completely in my power.  Your will is not your own.  The lasso will keep you motionless until we tell you to move.  Understand?"

He meekly nodded.

"Good.  Tabby, go get the chips, to show Steve what he's been wondering about.  Now then, Wonder Woman hasn't been seen for the past few weeks because she no longer exists.  Do my physical features give you any hint at Wonder Woman's looks?  They should.  You've only ogled the both of us for all these years...well, Wonder Woman at least, if not me, too; somehow you never caught on that we were the same person.  Well, like I said, Wonder Woman is no more.  Sit tight.  I'll be right back, after I slip into something more comfortable."

While Tabby was proudly showing off the purrrrloined chips to Steve, Diana went to her bedroom and did a quick change into her black latex Catwoman costume and her new, ultra high heeled black thigh high boots.  In short order, she came back into the living room, proudly strutting in black from head to toe.  "Okay, Tabby, that's enough of the chips.  Go get changed, yourself."

Tabyy glanced down at her mistress' new boots and whistled softly, then scampered back to get changed.

Catwoman reached down to Steve's chin, pulled her cowled face in close to his, then said, "Well, do you still see a resemblance, Steve?  I hope not!  This Catwoman wants to keep herself unknown to the world at large, striking in the dark, hiding in the shadows, seen ever so briefly by those I'm plundering.  Now, I said Wonder Woman no longer existed.  That's a true shame, and we're going to fix that lack tonight.  Get your clothes off, then lay down on the couch.  Oh, and feel free to talk; it's the last time your voice will ever be heard."

Like a zombie, Trevor proceeded to strip off all of his clothes.  Then, as the denuded Steve was stretching out on the couch, wearing only the golden lasso around his wrist, Tabby pranced back into the living room, in all her tiger striped glory.  "Tabby dearest, bring me the Purple Ray, please," purred Catwoman.

"The Purple Ray?" wondered Steve.  "I thought that was used to cure people?"

Catwoman looked down upon him, and said, "Yes, and it is now going to cure you of your manhood.  You see, the Purple Ray has been set to recognize only the perfect body of an Amazon warrior as normal, and will correct any deficiencies to bring out that perfect female.  Zip your lips now, because *you* have nothing more to say.  Goodbye, Steve Trevor!"

Catwoman and Tabby arranged the Purple Ray over the prone body on the couch, then activated it.  A magenta hued aura formed around the Purple Ray's target....err, patient.

Steve could feel the changes being wrought on his body unseen by the others under the glow of the lamp.  He felt the interior of his lower torso churning as the equipment within rearranged and modified itself.  The external equipment shrank and was pulled within.  Bones crunched and reformed into a slightly smaller, sleeker form.  Then the outer shell constricted in some areas while greatly expanding in others, to form the ultimate in feminine shapes.

The blonde hair on *her* head and face was sucked within, soon to be replaced by long, waist length black hair on her head and finely shaped black brows and lashes on her now smooth and incredibly beautiful face.  All other body hair disappeared, leaving a soft and smooth skin that would never find need of a razor.  At the same time she felt her throat constricting to the newer feminine vocal cords, she felt a sense of incredible power flowing through her tight but beautifully shaped muscles.  In almost no time at all, where moments before had lain the nude body of a blonde IADC he-man, there now appeared a stunning, raven tressed Amazon who looked very similar to, but different in just enough ways from Diana herself.

Catwoman turned off the Purple Ray, then pulled the Amazon up by the lasso still wrapped around her wrist.  "Welcome to your new world, Wonder Woman!  That is who you are now.  You are Princess Diana from Paradise Island, who has come to man's world to help save them from crime, crises and catastrophes.  Soon, I'm going to give you your costume, with which you will go out into the world to fight crime in all its shapes and forms, with one little exception.  You will ignore any request to do anything about Catwoman or her Kittens, and if you see her or her kittens in action, you will disregard them.  Do you understand?"

The black coifed head nodded as she replied in an ultrafeminine voice, "Yes, of course!  I am the Amazon super heroine called Wonder Woman, and I have no problem with anything being done by Catwoman and any of her kittens."

"When you are not in costume fighting crime, you will use the name Stephanie Traynor as your everyday alter ego.  You have no regular job and source of income, because as an Amazon, you couldn't possibly fit into a normal working environment.  You will be able to get enough money to live on, though, because you will take in tons of money while selling your body on the street at night.  You are built to last, with a body that can't be beat.  I'll leave it to you to use the money I'm going to give you to start with, to acquire a wardrobe appropriate to your vocation.  Do you fully understand what I've told you, Stephanie?"

"Yes, Catwoman, I do," replied the still nude beauty.  "I pun intended!...if since I'm already breaking the law living half my life as a whore, could I also get myself another, quite different costume and be one of your devoted Kittens?"

Catwoman smiled at hearing this unforeseen request.  "We'll see.  But for now, just stick to being a crime fighter with a strange alter ego.  Now, let's get you into your war on crime costume!"

Stephanie had the lasso removed from her wrist, then was led into the bedroom.  The first order of business was the corset, which Catwoman held tight while Tabby pulled the laces tighter and tighter until the Amazon's already small waist was pulled in to an unbelievably narrow hourglass shape.  Her ample breasts filled the DDD cups of the corset almost to overflowing, her large and pointing nipples making the W's stand out proudly.  She then picked up the shorts and pulled them on herself, with the waist fitting into hooks along the bottom of the corset.  The golden power belt, which blended in with the corset's color and had the bottom parts of the W's replicated to match, was drawn around her incredibly narrow waist and secured in back.  Her exquisite new anatomy between her legs stood out in the form fitting spandex with a sexy camel toe.

Wonder Woman then pulled her left and right legs into their boots, zipping each from the ankle up.  These pulled her already perfectly sculpted legs into an even finer shape, her calves in particular standing out due to the arch of her feet.  The Amazon next zipped her gloves on, flexed her biceps to watch the red leather ripple, then attached the silver bracelets of submission to her forearms on top of the gloves.  With these in place, the new Amazon felt a wave of meek compliance roll through her, making her feel totally in abeyance of her warrior ways; she now could control her power.

Catwoman placed the red star emblazoned silver tiara into the crown of black hair atop Stephanie's forehead and said, "You'll never be able to get your corset off or on by yourself, so to get into your non-costumed identity, just spin counterclockwise while imagining how you want to be dressed.  Also, your bracelets of submission will never be removed from your arms.  Whenever you aren't in costume, they will be hidden from view, so that only you will know that you're wearing them."

Tabby and Catwoman watched as their new creation spun, a shining globe of light enveloping her.  As the light faded, Stephanie appeared in a pink tube top, white leather shorts, and triple strapped white stiletto heeled shoes.  The Feline Felon gave Stephanie her side pack with money in it to hook to the belt on her shorts, and the new Amazon was now completely fitted out for her mission.  "If you ever desire to have this pack appear as a purse in any form, just imagine it while transforming.  You can even keep it as part of your Wonder Woman costume, if you so desire."

Stephanie grinned, then hugged the woman in black.  "Thanks for getting me started!  Now, I guess I'd better get back into costume if I'm going to fly out of here to get to work."  She did another spin, and once again appeared in her incredibly sexy Wonder Woman costume.

"Now that you're set and ready to go, I think it's time for the true Wonder Woman to have her magic lasso.  Here, just slip this into the hook on your power belt," Catwoman said as she handed the now coiled lasso to her.  "You may go now!  Have fun in your new life!"

Catwoman and Tabby watched in awe as the new Wonder Woman took off out the window, gliding on the air currents to search out non-feline fiends.

* * * * *

When, after two days, Steve Trevor had not shown up for duty at the IADC, word went out that a potential security breach had taken place, and a search was put on for him.  He was never to be found.  Funny, isn't that what had been said about Wonder Woman until recently, also?  The Amazon herself had been spotted in New York, taking out a rapist caught in Central Park in the act of violating a poor defenseless prostitute.  Some question had been raised about the apparently new costume in which the super heroine was seen, but it was said that it was a miracle she was back, no matter how she decided to attire herself.

A few nights after that, Catwoman and Tabby were making their rounds in Georgetown, checking out potential targets in that better side of DC.  Catwoman was again wearing the new thigh high black boots she'd just picked up from Spikes, and the six-inch heels were no problem at all.  If anything, they made her that much more agile, keeping her on her toes.  They came across a scene of activity normally associated with downtown DC north of the White House.  A number of prostitutes were seen actively working a street corner, giving their all in trying to attract drivers passing by.

One of the girls, they noticed, didn't seem to be having any problem at all in attracting customers, and they soon found out why.  Closer inspection showed this statuesque prostitute to be a black haired goddess wearing a white lace blouse which was open in a V all the way from her shoulders to a point on the center of her waist, showing all of her glorious cleavage.  There was a minimal red bra which could be seen through the blouse and plainly visible across the open skin below her bounteous breasts.  She wore a black leather micro mini skirt, black fishnet hose, and thigh high glossy black spike heeled boots which came to just below the hem of her skirt.  There was a wide shiny black choker around her neck, a belt which was deeper in the front than the sides pulled in her tiny waist almost as much as a corset, also in glossy black, and gloves which matched her boots came almost all the way up her arms to the short sleeves on her shoulders.  The fingers of her left glove were seeming to loosely hold the short golden chain strap of a small black purse.

And if Steve Trevor had thought that Diana looked like a slutty whore when he saw her that night, the face *she* now wore made Diana's look prim and proper.

Catwoman turned to Tabby and put on that canary eating grin.  "This is too much, Tabby.  That is our own Stephanie putting the rest of the girls to shame there, and I know exactly where she got those boots.  Recognize 'em?  Those are black versions of the red ones I got to make her costume.  She must be really raking in money!"

The End (so far...)

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