Trial By Amazon
by Miranda
Alone, I face a suspicious WW following her "uncharitable" wrestling charity match


Numbed by the turn ofevents, but completely under the spell of her presence, I
followed Wonder Woman up the aisle. In awe, I watched her powerful thighs,
beautifully contoured, flowing up to that perfectly shaped, star-spangled ass,
lead me to a dressing room. I completely forgot all my self-defence training
and walked into the room, totally off guard. Fortunately, Wonder Woman's steel
grip was softened by her velvet skin, so that when she applied the neck pinch,
I barely felt it.

When I came to, I was sitting in a chair, wrapped in glowing golden cord. As
my wits returned to me, I realized it was actually the Golden Lasso. Wonder
Woman was sitting in a chair across from me, watching me patiently. When she
didn't say anything, I started to look around to try and get my bearings.
Beyond my heroine, there was nothing else that was familiar and nothing to
indicate where I was. When I looked back at Wonder Woman, she smiled slightly,
then stood up.

It was all I could do to keep breathing as she walked toward me. My mouth was
probably hanging open like a kid seeing a dream come to life before their
eyes.

"Now that you are conscious we can begin", Wonder Woman stated simply. "Do not
try to guess where you are. Let's just say you are in my equivalent of
Superman's Fortress of Solitude. As you have noticed, I have wrapped you with
my lasso because I have questions to ask. Relax, tell the truth, and the
answers will come out naturally."

I nodded. I could think of nothing to say. Wonder Woman was standing only a
few feet away. My greatest worry was that I would be able to even hear the
questions, because I felt my brain was completely involved with looking at
her. Gently, but firmly, the Amazon began her questioning. She found out the
truth about the events following her defeat by Supergirl in the match at
Headquarters, and what I discovered about her belt of power. She also got a
quick overview of my involvement in events with Superman, Batgirl and
Catwoman. Finally, she asked how I came to find out about the event and why I
intervened.

Listening to my answers she nodded, then asked, "And what were you going to
tell me in the ring?"

"I had found out who was responsible for organizing the event and the attack
on you", I answered.

"And who was that?" Wonder Woman asked.

"I was told it was someone called 'Cheetah'", I responded.

For a brief second, Wonder Woman's face and eyes looked dark and grave. She
looked up past me, thinking. Finally, aloud she said, "That is a name I have
not heard for some time. She has always been very dangerous."

Up to that point, I had only spoken to answer her questions. Uncertain as to
whether or not she was going to continue to question me, there was something I
was sure she unaware of and therefore could not ask about.

"Princess...", I began hestitantly.

Wonder Woman looked down at me again. "You have something you wish to add?
Please, speak."

"The powder...that they used to . . . weaken you . . ."

"Yes. Go on." Wonder Woman urged intently.

"I recovered the remainder of the powder from the wrestlers. It is in a packet
in my bustier. I thought it would be best to have it analyzed to see if there
was any way of counter-attacking it."

Wonder Woman stared at me with an expression I could not read. Wordlessly, she
came around behind me and began to untie the Golden Lasso. As she wrapped it
up, she came around and stood in front of me. She looked to her right and
pointed to a door.

"Go through there", she ordered. "Inside, remove your clothes and leave the
packet with the powder on the table inside the door. Go into the next room and
sit in the cira for twenty minutes and then come back and see me."

Nodding, I got up and headed for the door. When I got into the next room, I
saw the small table and placed the packet of powder there. I looked around and
saw a glass enclosed area with a door. I removed my bustier and panties and
entered. Inside was small diamond shaped pool filled with a clear blue liquid
containing many small particles. There was a relaxing fragrance in the room
that drew me to the pool. Remembering the instructions I was given, I slowly
entered and found I could sit comfortably with the liquid coming up to my
neck.

I couldn't believe the sensation! I felt all my muscles totally relax. The
liquid did not feel too hot or too cold. Very quickly, I had the feeling that
I was floating without anything touching me at all. Taken by a desire just to
enjoy it, I put my head back against the edge of the pool and closed my eyes.

I suddenly opened my eyes and remembered the instructions to return to the
interrogation room after twenty minutes, I scrambled out of liquid and left
the pool room. Back in the outer room, I saw the packet was gone from the
table, but that my bustier and panties were where I had left them. I thought I
would dry off and then dress. As I looked around for a towel, I absently
touched one arm with the other hand. I was shocked to find that from my neck
to my toes I was covered in blue particle film that was the same color as the
liquid in the pool. The only areas that weren't covered were my breasts just
below my nipples and my midsection down to just below my below my belly
button. Realizing again I was keeping someone waiting, I opened the door and
went back into the interrogation room.

I stopped and stared in awe at what I saw. Sitting on the same chair that she
had been on when I first came to was Wonder Woman. She was covered in the same
film that I was, exposing a deeply etched, rock hard six-pack. When I
hesitated, she beckoned me to come forward and sit in the same chair I had
been sitting in previously. In front of the chair were a pair of black shoes
with four inch heels. I timidly came forward and sat down in the chair.

"Put on the shoes and then we will begin", she stated simply. I slowly leaned
forward, did as I was told, and then sat back in the chair trying to seem as
composed as possible.

"You are about to be given a unique opportunity", said Wonder Woman. "You have
displayed an Amazon's spirit in coming to my aid. Your reward for that action
is to take part in an special activity. If you fail in this challenge, you
will be returned to your world with no memory of any events since the end of
that so called 'charity match'."

"Uh, what happens if I succeed?" I asked uncertainly.

"Then you will remember everything. And in remembering, you will know that you
were successful", Wonder Woman replied without expression.

"Okay", I responded, still not sure what I was getting into. "Then, what must
I do?"

"You will take part in a contest of strength and stamina on which you will be
judged. If you are not considered superior in both areas, you will have failed
the challenge."

Looking around quickly and nervously I asked, "Who will be judging me and how
will they do it?"

Pointing at me, Wonder Woman answered, "The cira."

"The cira?" I repeated confused, looking down at my body. "I don't
understand."

"Yes, the cira", Wonder Woman responded. "It is an organism alien to this
world that has been on our island for many years. Even we Amazons do not know
its origins. But it has served us, strenghened us, protected us and it
communicates with us. Cira is highly intelligent and has many other powers and
abilities that are still unknown to us. For the sake of this challenge, it has
covered our bodies to allow us to compete on an even footing, and so that it
can measure and compare our responses."

"Our responses?" I blurted out, alarmed. "Our responses to what?"

"To the punches that we will give to each other."

I was stunned! I opened my mouth to stay something, but nothing came out. My
mind then flashed back to the body beating Wonder Woman had laid on me in the
ring after her third bout with Supergirl. It was only the discovery shortly
after of parathemys that had allowed my body to recover quickly from the
intense pain (although that wasn't the only thing that was intense that day).

As if reading my mind, Wonder Woman spoke again. "Allow me to apologize for
the pain I inflicted on you when we met in the ring. An Amazon's anger is a
terrible thing to face when it is unleashed, and the circumstances of that
occasion did not have me at my best. This, however, will be different."

I took a deep breathe as the memory of those events flooded through my mind
once again. "So, how does this challenge work?" I asked finally.

"We will stand and face each other. Our left hands will be on the backs of our
chairs and must remain there throughout. We will each take a turn punching
each other in the midsection. If one of us takes our hand off the chair, the
other may punch to the underside of the breast."

I winced at the last sentence as memories of the previous pain returned again.
Then I asked, "Why only the underside?"

"As you can see, the cira is not present there", Wonder Woman replied. "If I
touch the cira anywhere on your body, it will dissolve away and will disrupt
its communication with the cira on my body. I know it all sounds strange", she
continued in response to my puzzled look, "But you will have to trust me. We
will punch each other until one cannot continue or falls to both knees."

"Then what happens?" I asked. "I mean, if that happens to me, do I
automatically lose the challenge?"

"No", the Amazon answered. "But, by your reactions so far, it is my belief
that you will not fail. If there are no more questions, we will begin."

After a brief pause, I nodded. When Wonder Woman stood, I did also. Following
her directions we manuevred the chairs into place so that we could place our
left hands on them. We now stood face to face and I was again in awe of the
magnificent, beautiful amazon goddess standing before me. I then noticed that
Wonder Woman was not wearing shoes. With the high- heeled shoes that I was
wearing, it meant that I nearly matched her 6' 2" height. This meant we could
throw the same kind of punches to each other's midsections.

"Okay, I'm ready", I said taking a deep breath.

"Good", Wonder Woman responded. "The first punch is yours."

I nodded, then took another deep breath. I steadied myself, bent my knees and
drove an uppercut into her belly button. There was a slight grunt as the blow
connected, but it felt like I was hitting a wall. I braced myself as I watched
Wonder Woman recover and prepare herself. Then her right fist shot out in a
straight jab that drilled my abs just above the belly button. I felt pain
spread throughout my midsection as the air was forced out of my lungs. Unlike
our first meeting, the pain faded rather quickly and I found myself ready to
punch her much sooner than I had expected.

We continued to exchange punches. In no time, Wonder Woman's skin was a bright
pink where it was not covered by the cira, and I was sure mine was as well.
Perspiration was appearing on our midsections and faces. I soon noticed that
although I was still able to throw my punches with considerable force, the
ache in my midsection was beginning to intensify after each blow received and
was lasting longer. I also noticed that I was beginning to breathe harder with
exertion. I was encouraged by the louder gasps and grunts she was making which
seemed to indicate she was feeling some effect of my punches. But it was
difficult to enjoy them as she would quickly return a punch with enough force
to show she wasn't weakening very much.

Neither of us had spoken since the first punch was thrown. I had forgotten
about whether or not I would pass the challenge as I concentrated on finding
an area of weakness. I soon noticed that my punches to her abs just below and
to the right side of the belly button on her body brought the loudest
reactions and the most pain to her face. I began throwing every punch to that
area. Finally I felt one punch sink in a little farther than the rest. I
noticed out of the corner of my eye that her hand briefly came off the chair.

I quickly drove an uppercut into Wonder Woman's left breast. This brought a
howl of pain from her lips and she immediately regrasped the the chair. Now
with greater confidence I prepared to receive her next blow. I was shocked by
the intensity of the uppercut that ripped into my solar plexus. I heard the
air burst out of my lungs as I doubled over. As I slowly straightened up, I
realized to late that my left hand had come off my chair. Before I could
mentally prepare myself, I felt fire in my chest as her right uppercut ripped
up into my left breast.

It was all I could do at that point to gather my wits about me. As I worked
desparately to get the air back into my lungs, I realized that I had not
properly prepared my ab muscles to receive Wonder Woman's punch. The success I
seemed to be having had led to overconfidence, and now I was paying the price.
I managed to regrip the chair with my left hand and tried to find the strength
to throw my next punch. I was able to throw it with more force than I thought
possible for the way I was feeling, but I it seemed to have little effect on
the Amazon.

Her next punch was an uppercut that connected just below my belly button
sending pain up through my midsection. I felt an ache in my solar plexus
again, and it was all I could do to take a breath and throw my next punch.
When it landed ineffectually, I tried to brace myself for the return blow.
Wonder Woman's straight punch to just above my belly button seemed like it
went right through me. Pain radiated outward from the point of contact making
it very difficult for me to breathe and concentrate.

When I looked up at Wonder Woman, she seemed to be showing slight surprise.
Trying to use that as inspiration, I threw my next punch, but it was no more
effective than the previous one. Her next punch was to the same spot as the
one she had thrown before and I felt my knees buckle. Only holding onto the
chair prevented me from falling. Hoping against hope that I could still mount
a comeback, I threw my next punch to that 'weak spot' in her lower abs, but
again the effect was minimal.

I summoned what inner resources I could, but it was not enough as another
uppercut to my belly lifted me slightly off my feet and brought my left hand
off the chair. In a haze of pain, I was only dimly aware of my situation. I
was brought back to reality by the fire of pain being reignited in my breast
by another uppercut. I felt myself sink to a knee. I reached out as quickly as
I could to grab my chair. With my abs burning in intense pain, I somehow
managed to pull myself back up.

"You should concede", Wonder Woman stated simply. Unable to speak, I rapidly
shook my head. I managed to stand up completely and throw another punch. I saw
it land, but the Amazon showed no effect. When I looked up at her face, her
eyes were calm and focused as she connected with my belly button. Once again
the pain caused me to release my grip on my chair and consequently my left
breast suffered as a result.

I somehow managed to stay on my feet even though it felt like all the strength
was gone from my legs. I tried to focus on throwing another punch. Whether I
did or not didn't matter. Wonder Woman's next punch was to my solar plexus and
this time I could not get my legs back underneath me. As the intense pain
slowly began to clear, I realized I was down on the ground on both knees,
desparately trying to get air back into my lungs.

"Get up!" I heard the Amazon's order through a haze of pain. It seemed as if
all my brain's functions were involved with experiencing the intensity of the
pain. A small part of my brain reminded me that since I was on my knees, that
should mean the pain and punishment were at an end because the challenge had
ended. It also suggested that I had lost the challenge. The good part of that
was that I wouldn't have any memory of the overwhelming pain I was feeling.
The bad part was that I would lose all those visual memories of seeing Wonder
Woman upclose. Focusing on those things allowed my pain-dazzled brain to
command the muscles in my legs to do what was necessary, and with the help of
my left arm I managed to begin to stand, my right arm across my pain-wracked
gut.

As I straightened up, I felt the hair on my head slightly brush something
soft, but firm. I took two unsteady steps back, dimly thinking I had
accidentally hit something, but not comprehending what it might be. When I
finally got my legs steadied underneath me, I brought my head up and looked to
Wonder Woman to learn my fate.