Note- There is only one Wonder Woman and that is Lynda Carter, on whom this fictional tale is adapted. I have nurtured a story based on the seventies tv show for a long time and now have finally figured out a plot. A follow up to a two part story from season one. Remember, Moulton Marston, Wonder Woman's creator had a thing about bondage. Read on.
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'The Judgement From Outer Space, Part three.'
Princess Diana of Themyscira, daughter of Hippolyta, had lived all of her life on Paradise Island which was populated by a race of amazing Amazonian females. Possessed of super human strength and longevity the women lived in peace and harmony, a consequence of surviving in a home of solitude without men. In their opinion as long as men lived among them, war inevitably followed.
Twice Diana had ventured out into the so called civilised world and had adopted the character of Diana Prince, and her alter ego Wonder Woman. In her undercover role with I.A.D.C. or the Inter Agency Defence Command, she had teamed up with air crash survivor Steve Trevor in the United States.
In 1942 she had helped the free world from the jack booted tyranny of the Nazis, and again in 1977. Now in 1992 she had returned once more, albeit against her wishes as the alien named Andros had reappeared in her life. It was in '42 when the member of the 'Intergalactic Council Of Planets' had travelled to Earth to study and if need be condemn the planet for destruction. Wonder Woman had protected him when he had been captured by the Nazis, and he had been grateful, so much so that he relented on the threat to destroy the planet.
"I shall return in fifty years to see how the human race has fared since this day if you have developed atomic power for evil intentions the threat will reopen."
The tall and sculpted super heroine had been snatched from her island home dressed in her red white and blue costume. Possessed of an hourglass figure of 38D, 23, 37 she was long legged and heavy of bosom. Her red satin bustier with the gold emblem of an eagle barely contained her perfectly symmetrical and massive mammaries, and the shoulder less, low cut front gave her an outstanding decolletage and cleavage. Her blue satin shorts with the white stars were high on her thighs and cut up to the hipbones, and red knee high boots seemed to give the impression her legs were a mile long. She sported two gold bracelets and a gold tiara, her voluminous lustrous waves of chestnut hair swept from her face.
"Andros, where are we? And why do I feel so weak?"
Wonder Woman laid on her back on a couch, her eyes were glazed with a veil of haziness, a reaction to some gas that the alien had ministered to her at her home. She tried to raise herself up but found herself as weak as a kitten.
"We are aboard my spaceship Princess, bound for the home world of my race. I told you I would return in fifty years to monitor the humans. Still not freed from war, mankind continues to spill blood and destroy. This is intolerable. Unless you can help me the Earth is doomed."
"How can I help?"
"Are you familiar with the Colossus Project?"
The busty super babe thought a moment and a memory came back to her from the seventies in her time in I.A.D.C. It was indeed a proposed long range nuclear defence project that the USA had contemplated formulating at that time. Since she had returned to Paradise Island she had no indication as to whether it had ever been completed.
"No," she answered truthfully.
"Unless I convince the Council of its existence, or not, Earth has little future. Unless you comply I am afraid that drastic measures will be used to extract the information from you."
"You mean interrogation?"
"Exquisite torture. You obviously have limited sexual knowledge and activity, so you are vulnerable in that respect. I have a theory that you will derive pleasure from pain, and therefore, in your heightened state of rapture, you will reveal the information."
Wonder Woman swallowed and her icy blue eyes sparkled with the expectation of what was to come. It was true to say she had little experience in matters of the flesh, although she had harboured feelings for Andros and Steve Trevor. AND son. She felt her nostrils flare as she succumbed to the effects of the gas again and passed out instantly. Andros turned to admire her long tapering legs and the firm flesh of her incredible thighs. The last time they had met, in 1942, he had harboured serious feelings for the shapely woman and after all these years later she was still astonishing.
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The leggy knockout awoke with no idea how long the journey though space had taken, where they were, or how her costume had been unceremoniously removed from her body. Totally naked the athletically built Amazon realised that her wrists were tied and the bracelets of submission were bound together. She knew that Aphrodite's Law stated that if a male were to secure the bracelets together her almighty strength would vanish. As her eyes fluttered she tried to shift positions and felt aches all over her body.
"Great Hera! I am helpless! I demand to be freed!"
The room she found herself in was harshly lit and appeared to have metal walls and flooring with several smooth handle free doors at equal spaces. Soft floor lights around the perimeter of the room highlighted four alien males, each one butt naked and sporting erections from hairless groins. Wonder Woman was fascinated by the sight of aroused men, despite her own nakedness, and contemplated the seemingly obsessive interest in her sex. She had never seen the male organ fully engorged and firm and the sight of four of them was quite stunning.
"Awake finally, let the interrogation begin."
Andros spoke and raised his right hand and Wonder Woman noticed his stiff appendage looked to be the biggest. Apart from her gold tiara the statuesque six foot looker was bare for all to see, her perfect body smooth and soft. Her astounding boobs, waspy waist and wide hips had all eyes on her, not least her dark trim bush between the delectable V of her upper thighs. "Is she secure?" Asked an obvious elder of the council.
Tight cords tied each of her wrists to their opposite elbow behind her and thus her back arched and her breasts thrust out.
"On your knees earth woman." Said someone in a monotone voice.
She complied as a cranking sound came from above and a ceiling hung contraption lowered on a length of chain to floor level. Two of the men took a slender ankle each and tied them by rope to a rear cross bar that measured about twelve inches. Her toes pointed up as a longer cord attached her elbows, still tight behind her, to the centre of the same cross bar which caused her body to contort to a bow like position. She had no option but to comply in her weakened state, but remained determined not to yield to their demands.
"Raise her."
The obscene mechanism was cranked upward four feet and the voluptuous brunette dangled, curved back, legs apart and boobs hung low. Only men could have devised such a contraption as she hovered in mid air trussed up and spread open, unable to hide anything. From behind her the damsel in distress heard one of the aliens approach her and begin to fondle the tender flesh of her soft bottom.
"The Colossus Princess, does it exist? I have endeavoured to discover it on Earth but cannot find its location."
Andros spoke to her face and the close proximity to the curvaceous creature caused his cock to bob up and down slightly.
"If I don't speak what do you intend to do? Ravish me?"
"The thought has crossed my mind, will you speak?"
As she pondered the question fingers teased and probed that most delicate of places and the tender outer lips of her vagina were parted like petals. Nobody had ever touched her there and she was at first shamed at the indecent invitation. The nipples of her gigantic tits hardened and throbbed and three pairs of staring eyes fixed on her heated figure, ogling the full majesty of her bared breasts. The sensuous curve of her pale ass was fondled as her sex was probed.
