Wonder Woman on top
By Steve Trevor
A master criminal is overpowered and dominated by Wonder Woman


This story may be fairly unique on the Internet, in that it does not involve
Wonder Woman being tortured, raped, subjugated, mind controlled or being
turned into a helpless sex slave! I've always preferred scenarios where the
Amazing Amazon is the dominant party. Since they seem few and far between, I
decided to write one myself and here is the result. I hope you enjoy it.

Alpha City. Home to 5 million people, 200 top corporations, a dozen TV and
radio stations and the State Presidency. And soon, reflected Doctor Denzil
Vole, to be no more.

In just a few hours, a nuclear device strategically placed inside the giant
Fitzsimons building at the heart of Alpha City would devastate the teeming
metropolis.

It would be Doctor Vole's finest hour, fitting revenge for the years he had
spent in jail, courtesy of the city's police department and that Aggravating
Amazon, Wonder Woman. He almost wished she were here now, so he could gloat
over his imminent triumph. Instead, he could only chuckle evilly, as his
henchmen looked on in bemusement. They were a poor lot, but henchmen were hard
to come by; they had a high mortality rate.

The plan had been two years in the hatching. Finding the right location,
bribing janitors and security staff to gain access, building the nuclear
device and, most difficult of all, obtaining sufficient plutonium. That had
seemed to pose an insuperable obstacle, until fortune intervened. A huge new
branch of Wal-Mart opened in his neighbourhood and it had taken him just 45
minutes to locate the "Weapons of Mass Destruction" section (just across the
aisle from Pet Food). It was on special offer, too.

"Is the van loaded up, fellas?" he asked. It would not do to be too close to
the blast zone.

"Sure thing, boss".

"Okay then, let's roll."

As he moved towards the driving seat, a sound struck him. Click - click -
click. Like high heels on the concrete floor of the parking lot. He frowned.
Some secretary arriving early? Whatever. If necessary, he could take her
hostage and revel in her horror as he detailed his diabolical plan. Every
cloud had a silver lining.

He peered towards the entrance to the parking lot and then gasped in horror as
a familiar figure came into view. Her hear was crowned by a golden tiara. Her
face was exotically beautiful, high cheekbones setting off the piercing blue
eyes and full lustrous lips. A red, white and blue bustier adorned her
voluptuous figure, accentuating large, firm breasts and the high-cut briefs
showed off her impossibly long legs. She walked confidently and easily despite
her high-heeled boots.

"Wonder Woman!"

"Doctor Vole - nice to see you again", she replied coolly, adopting the
characteristic hands-on-hips stance that so infuriated him.

"How did you know what I was planning?"

"It's all thanks to Batman. He may not be the life and soul of the party but
he is a smart guy. He set up a device to detect unusually high radiation
sources and it sounded the alarm a couple of hours ago. Since the Man-Bat was
tied up with Catwoman – er, discussing crime fighting techniques - he sent me
along to investigate."

"Well you've interfered for the last time, you Annoying Amazon. Get her!"

His five henchmen reached for their guns and loosed off a fusillade of
bullets. Wonder Woman sighed. So did Doctor Vole. There was a whirl of motion,
too fast for the human eye to comprehend, and the bullets were deflected
safely to distant corners of the garage.

Vole turned angrily to his colleagues. "Haven't you read the stories? She can
deflect bullets. You may as well throw Gummi Bears at her! Go fight her."

"But boss..."

"You heard me! You're men, she's just a woman. Crush the Pusillanimous
Princess!"

Wonder Woman replaced her hands on her hips. She looked contemptuously at the
men and gave a little bob of her head, as if to say: "Go ahead, try me."

The first man rushed at her and was effortlessly swatted aside. The second man
followed, then the third, fourth and fifth (henchmen are sticklers for
attacking one at a time). Within 30 seconds, the first three men lay in a
quivering, stunned heap while the fourth and fifth were dandled in mid-air on
either side of Wonder Woman, each held securely by one hand in a grip of
steel.

She advanced purposefully towards Vole, while the two men struggled
helplessly.

"I think the word you're looking for is 'surrender' ", she said helpfully.

They stood facing each other. Wonder Woman had almost forgotten she was
holding the two men aloft - understandable since they were gossamer-weight in
her strong arms. Finally remembering they were there, she banged their heads
together and let them drop dazed to the floor, where they crawled off into a
dark corner.

"Never!" screamed Vole. "You're just a woman in a silly bathing-suit. I'm
stronger than you."

Wonder Woman raised her eyebrows then laughed gently. That hurt.

"You can't defeat me, Dr Vole. Sisterhood is the future of the planet. Please
surrender, I don't want to injure you."

Vole rushed at her, ready to feel her neck beneath his hands. But somehow his
hands never got there. They were clamped in what felt like hoops of steel and
he was thrown aside.

He tried again, aiming punch after punch at her body. She evaded them with
apparently effortless ease and then gave him a gentle tap with one hand that
sent him sprawling across the hood of a parked car.

Now Wonder Woman was becoming a little more irate. "Don't you see how useless
it is fighting me?" She grabbed Vole by an upper arm, lifted him off the
ground and hurled him into the side of an adjacent car.

The dazed Doctor was still trying to recover his wits when she struck a nerve
centre on each arm with a forefinger, paralysing movement. Vole aimed a kick
at her midriff but she easily avoided it and then, before he could lower his
leg, she caught an ankle and walked forward forcing Vole to hop backwards,
trying desperately to keep his balance, inwardly fuming at his indignity. She
let go, ducked to her haunches and then swung round in a leg sweep that took
down the mentally unbalanced and physically off-balanced fanatic. Vole crashed
to the floor, both fight and wind knocked out of him.

Wonder Woman walked over to her helpless foe and rested a booted foot on his
chest. Looking up at her from his prostrate position, Vole realised for the
first time what the word "Amazon" truly meant. She was a magnificent figure of
womanhood from her long, muscled legs to her rich, dark tresses of hair.

"Vole", she said coldly, "You really are pathetic. Even Steve Trevor could
have taken you! That reminds me, when I'm finished here, I must go and rescue
him - the poor baby's got himself captured again."

Vole flinched as she knelt down, yanked him up to a half-sitting position and
then took the golden lasso from her belt.

He tried to resist feebly but he was like a baby in her strong grasp. Then the
lasso was put around him and tightened on his helpless body. He felt a wave of
- what? - sweep over him. It was as if an ocean was rushing through his mind,
compelling him to tell the truth.

"Don't try to fight it" said Wonder Woman calmly. "No man can resist the lasso
of obedience. Now, where is the bomb?"

He tried, frantically, to resist her. He tried to think of other things, of
nursery rhymes or songs or jokes, anything to defy her will. But somehow, as
he stared into her blue eyes, he felt with all his soul that he had to obey
her.

"The bomb is -" He shook his head.

"The bomb is where? You MUST obey!"

"The bomb is - is - in the Moulton and Peters Real Estate office on the 10th
floor. Behind the filing cabinet on the left."

"Thank you, Dr Vole. Now, while I go and defuse the bomb, you will remain
immobile here. You must obey."

His lips unwillingly shaped the words. "Yes, Wonder Woman. I must obey."

He stared after her imposing figure and then tried to will his body to move.
But every time he did so, his mind signalled that he had been commanded to
remain immobile. He could only sway gently, like a tree in a soft breeze.

Within a few minutes, Wonder Woman had returned. Strangely, she was smiling.

The frustrated Vole screamed at her: "I will have my revenge, you Annoying
Amazon. Had it not been for you, Alpha City would have been destroyed."

"I'm afraid not, Vole. You see, you forgot to set the timer on the device. It
would have lain there till kingdom come."

The timer! How embarrassing. He was always doing that. The number of occasions
that he'd missed an episode of "Alias"...

"Now", she said, "Time to go."

At this moment, something snapped inside Vole. With great clarity, he suddenly
realised that his hatred for Wonder Woman was only a mask to conceal his true
feelings for her. As he stared at her tall, lean, muscled body, those
amazingly long legs and her commanding features which bore a hint of Amazon
Arrogance, he felt hopeless love and awe.

Vole collapsed at her feet and began to smother her booted toes with kisses,
sobbing: "Please Wonder Woman, make me your slave. Let me stay at your feet
forever. I love you!"

Wonder Woman sighed. This sort of reaction from captured foes was rare, but
not totally unknown. Vole was slobbering all over her boots like a lovesick
puppy. She reached down and yanked him to his feet.

"I don't have a vacancy for a live-in slave, Doctor. However..."

"Yes?" Vole asked eagerly.

"We do have a place called Transformation Island, where we work on criminals
we believe capable of redemption. The Amazons there will attempt to adjust
your attitude and - "

Vole was still hanging on her every word.

" - and they will also attempt to cure your sexism by giving you more respect
for women. Part of that involves giving you to an Amazon as her slave. She
will train and discipline you so that you accord women the dignity they
deserve."

The deranged Doctor looked as if he had won the Lottery. As Wonder Woman
started for the exit, he made to follow her but then broke down on one leg.

"What is it?" asked the Amazing Amazon.

"My ankle. I must have twisted it when I fell."

Wonder Woman walked over to him, lifted Vole bodily and swung him over her
shoulder, with as much effort as if she were hefting a rag doll. The brief
moment when her hand reached beneath Vole's legs to lift him up may have been
the most exciting of the Doctor's criminally misguided life.

However, as he dreamt of what awaited him on Transformation Island, he
suspected that he would grow used to being effortlessly dominated by strong
Amazon women. The throbbing between his legs grew stronger and, as he relaxed
in the strong grip of his mighty conqueress, it seemed to Doctor Denzil Vole
that his criminal career was definitely cumming to a climax.

THE END