Hi! Here is a story I wrote featuring Wonder Woman. I tried to combine elements of the 1940s comic books, and the 1970s TV show (when it was set in World War Two). Enjoy!
WONDER WOMAN: AMAZON’S ORDEAL
by XODLIRV
The day had finally come. For seven years, the entire world had been in the grip of global war. Nearly every nation on the face of the Earth was involved in the conflict somehow. One by one, the nations allied with the Axis Powers had gone down in defeat. Now the last, Japan, had surrendered after the detonation of the atomic bombs in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. World War Two was over!
“Isn’t it wonderful, Diana?” Etta Candy gushed to her close friend, Diana Prince, in the War Department office in Washington, DC. “I thought this war was never going to end! At last it’s over! Our boys can come home! Isn’t it just wonderful?”
“It certainly is, Etta,” Diana grinned, letting her own enthusiasm show. There was one secret she had never shared with her friend Etta; that “Diana Prince” was a fiction, a cover identity for Princess Diana of Paradise Island, the colorfully-costumed heroine known as Wonder Woman. When the Amazons had learned of the raging conflict known as World War Two, through Major Steve Trevor’s plane crash-landing on their hidden island, they had sent their greatest champion into man’s world to help end the conflict and spread their message of peace. Princess Diana had won the competition to choose the champion, and thus had become Wonder Woman.
“I have to go, Diana,” Etta said. “There are about a million victory celebrations and welcome-home parties forming, and I’m on the planning committee for about a thousand of ‘em! I’ve got a ton of work to do in preparation. What are you doing now? We could always use some help!”
“I’d love to, Etta, but I’m afraid I have to dash home for awhile,” Diana said. “I have to see my mother on an important matter.”
“Oh, nothing’s wrong, is it?” Etta asked, concerned for her friend. Many times, Diana had had to rush off to see her mother. Etta did not know that Diana’s mother was Queen Hippolyta of Paradise Island!
“No, no, Mother’s fine,” Diana assured. “Our family just has its own post-war plans to make, and I need to be involved in the decision-making. I’ll be back as soon as I can!”
“Okay,” Etta said. “Tell your mom I said hi! Do you want me to arrange a MAC transport for you?”
“No thanks, Etta,” Diana said. “I’ve got my travel arrangements all set!”
Diana certainly had no need of military air courier service. As Wonder Woman, she flew the fastest, most versatile plane in the air. And it was completely invisible, as was she when she flew in it. Very shortly, Wonder Woman was in the air over the Atlantic Ocean, speeding toward Paradise Island. Her mind was filled with thoughts of the question she wanted to ask her mother, and how best to ask it. The past four years she had spent in America, she had fallen deeply in love with Major Steve Trevor. Now that the war was over, and America would be settling down into its hard-earned peace, Diana wanted to marry Steve and be his wife. She knew that to do so would mean renouncing her Amazon heritage, losing her immortality, and becoming an ordinary woman in man’s world. She was willing to do this and so much more, to be with Steve. But her mother would be furious! How best to break the news to her, to phrase the question? That was important, she had to do it delicately!
Before Diana knew it, her plane was banking down through the perpetual cloud cover that hid Paradise Island from view. Her heart leapt as she saw the white marble columns of the temples and palaces of her homeland. She sighed to herself as she thought of what she wanted to give up. Would she never see these buildings, these verdant hills, the sun-dappled streams again? But no, best not to think of what she would be giving up. Concentrate on what she would be gaining! A lifetime with Steve! Yes, that was the way to think!
Diana’s plane was invisible to the eyes of man’s world, but her sisters on Paradise Island saw it as it broke through the cloud cover. A cluster of happy women in Grecian-style dress, white thigh-length tunics and sandals that laced up to the knees, waited for her on the landing strip. Diana grinned as she looked at all the laughing faces. Mala, Paula, Gerda, Orana, Nubia, Aleta...oh, all her wonderful, loving sisters! Diana would be truly sad never to see them again. But it would be for the best!
“Hola, Princess!” the women shouted gleefully as Diana leapt from the cockpit onto the smooth marble of the landing strip. “Aphrodite be with you!”
“And with you, my sisters!” Diana beamed, hugging each one in turn. “Oh, it is so good to see all of you! It has been too long!”
“Far too long, Princess!” Aleta, a tall Amazon with long, straight blonde hair, agreed enthusiastically. “We have been expecting you, ever since your mother received your mental radio message that the war in man’s world is over!”
“For years we have prayed to Aphrodite and Athena for a swift end to this terrible war that took you from us!” Gerda, a petite Amazon with short curly red hair, added. “And at last our prayers have been answered!”
“You have been naughty, though, Princess!” Orana, a voluptuous brunette, teasingly scolded. “You should have let us know you were coming! We would have prepared a sumptuous feast in your honor, with dancing and poetry and music! It would have gone on for days!”
“We can still do that, Orana!” Aleta declared. “Come, you and I shall prepare the menu and set the kitchens to work! Paula, Gerda, away with you to the Hall of the Muses to gather the poets and musicians! Mala, you--“
Diana burst out laughing at her enthusiasm. “Aleta, you are wonderful! But I want to see my mother, the Queen. I’m afraid you must hold your plans until she speaks! Is she in the palace?”
“Indeed, Princess,” Aleta said. “Your true sister, Drusilla, is with her. Oh, what revelry there will be when they see you!”
“But you mustn’t present yourself in that gaudy costume,” Paula said. “And you must be tired from your trip. Go and have a bath, and change into some civilized clothing! Then your mother and sister can receive you!”
“That sounds wonderful, Paula,” Diana said. “I will head straight to the baths!”
“I shall see that a bather is sent to you,” Paula volunteered.
“And I shall see to your plane,” Mala added. “Oh, what joy to have the Princess home!”
Diana never stopped grinning all the way to the baths.
Soon, Diana was reclining in a huge marble bath of steaming water. The baths were kept constantly hot by an underground spring. Diana felt the tensions of the plane trip melting away into the luxurious hot water that surrounded her. Her eyes were closed with bliss.
“Princess?” she heard a timid voice nearly whisper. “Princess, are you awake?”
Diana opened her eyes, and saw the girl who had been sent to bathe her. She was a short, chubby Amazon, with short blonde hair and eyes the color of ice. She smiled timidly as she saw the Princess was awake. She carried an alabaster jug in her hands. Diana noticed a length of chain between her feminum bracelets. This meant the girl was being punished for some offense. Most of the Amazons took their punishment well, for it meant they would become better servants of Aphrodite.
“I was awake, I was merely resting my eyes,” Diana said. “I don’t believe I know you, dear. What is your name?”
“I am Lorna, Princess,” the girl said with a small curtsey. “I have been sent to bathe you, if that is your wish.”
“That is my wish,” Diana said sweetly. “I see you are chained. What was your crime?”
“I stole food,” Lorna said with lowered eyes. “It was foolish of me. I had been fed well, I was not even hungry! But the sweetmeats Phaedra makes in the kitchens are so delicious! But I am learning my lesson, and I am proud to be allowed to continue to serve Aphrodite.”
“Excellent spirit, Lorna,” Diana commended. “Now you may serve her by bathing your Princess.”
“I am honored!” Lorna breathed. “Would you like me to massage you, or shall I simply bathe you?”
“Oh, a massage sounds delightful!” Diana cooed. “I have been in man’s world so long, wearing the constricting clothes expected of a woman there. You would not believe the shoes they make a woman wear! They are pure torture on the feet.”
“I am especially talented in the massage of feet,” Lorna said. “Your royal mother and sister themselves often make use of my talents in this area. Shall I demonstrate for you, Princess?”
“Yes, please,” Diana said. “But this bath is so warm and relaxing, I hate to get out of it, even to experience a foot massage from an expert. Why don’t you join me in the bath?”
“Princess!” Lorna gasped, scandalized. “I--I would not dare!”
“Oh, but it is only us here,” Diana said. “You bathe with your other Amazon sisters, do you not?”
“Sometimes, yes,” Lorna admitted. “B-but you are my Princess!”
“And you are a sister of my heart,” Diana said kindly. “A daughter of Aphrodite, mother of us all. Come and join me in my bath. To have my feet expertly massaged under this delightful warm water would be heavenly!”
“Well...if you insist, Princess,” Lorna said. She set the alabaster jug down, then released the clasp on her toga. It fell to the marble floor, revealing Lorna’s smooth white skin. The plump girl’s breasts were full and rounded, and jiggled slightly as she moved. She bent down to unlace her sandals; no easy task, with a length of chain connecting her bracelets, but she managed it. Then she slipped slowly into the bath, at the opposite end from the Princess.
“Ooh, the water is so warm!” Lorna squealed. “I have never bathed in water this warm, Princess! My sisters and I usually bathe in the cool water of the lagoon by the feminum mine.”
Diana laughed softly. “If you enjoy bathing in warm water, Lorna, come anytime you wish. But for now, let’s put your special skills to work.” Diana gently lifted her right leg, pointing her toes at Lorna. The blonde girl smiled, and took Diana’s foot in her hands. Under the steaming water, Lorna pressed her thumbs into Diana’s sole and made circles with them.
“Mmmmmm, that is wonderful,” Diana sighed. “You are indeed a skillful masseuse, Lorna.”
“Thank you, my Princess,” Lorna said. “Your feet are indeed tense! Your nerve endings are like the roots of a great tree! Tell me about these shoes they make you wear in man’s world.”
“Well, they are entirely closed up,” Diana explained. “Not at all like the delightful sandals we wear, they do not allow the feet to breathe. They make your feet dreadfully hot. Especially because you are expected to wear something called ‘stockings’, which are like sheaths of fine cloth that completely cover the foot and leg.”
“It sounds awful!” Lorna said enthusiastically, as she firmly stroked Diana’s arch with her thumb.
“There’s more,” Diana said. “The shoes have high heels, like wooden pegs under the heel. They force a woman to walk on the tips of her toes, all day long!”
“Such torture!” Lorna gasped. “A woman’s feet are much too delicate for such rough treatment. They deserve to be treated gently, tenderly...like this.” Lorna gently stroked Diana’s sole with her fingertips. The Princess squealed and pulled her foot away.
“Lorna!” she scolded, smiling. “Please be careful! I am very, very ticklish!”
“My apologies, Princess,” Lorna said, but smiling wryly the whole time. “Let me continue massaging your feet. I promise not to tickle you...on purpose, at least.”
Diana returned Lorna’s grin, and offered her left foot.
WONDER WOMAN: AMAZON’S ORDEAL
by XODLIRV
The day had finally come. For seven years, the entire world had been in the grip of global war. Nearly every nation on the face of the Earth was involved in the conflict somehow. One by one, the nations allied with the Axis Powers had gone down in defeat. Now the last, Japan, had surrendered after the detonation of the atomic bombs in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. World War Two was over!
“Isn’t it wonderful, Diana?” Etta Candy gushed to her close friend, Diana Prince, in the War Department office in Washington, DC. “I thought this war was never going to end! At last it’s over! Our boys can come home! Isn’t it just wonderful?”
“It certainly is, Etta,” Diana grinned, letting her own enthusiasm show. There was one secret she had never shared with her friend Etta; that “Diana Prince” was a fiction, a cover identity for Princess Diana of Paradise Island, the colorfully-costumed heroine known as Wonder Woman. When the Amazons had learned of the raging conflict known as World War Two, through Major Steve Trevor’s plane crash-landing on their hidden island, they had sent their greatest champion into man’s world to help end the conflict and spread their message of peace. Princess Diana had won the competition to choose the champion, and thus had become Wonder Woman.
“I have to go, Diana,” Etta said. “There are about a million victory celebrations and welcome-home parties forming, and I’m on the planning committee for about a thousand of ‘em! I’ve got a ton of work to do in preparation. What are you doing now? We could always use some help!”
“I’d love to, Etta, but I’m afraid I have to dash home for awhile,” Diana said. “I have to see my mother on an important matter.”
“Oh, nothing’s wrong, is it?” Etta asked, concerned for her friend. Many times, Diana had had to rush off to see her mother. Etta did not know that Diana’s mother was Queen Hippolyta of Paradise Island!
“No, no, Mother’s fine,” Diana assured. “Our family just has its own post-war plans to make, and I need to be involved in the decision-making. I’ll be back as soon as I can!”
“Okay,” Etta said. “Tell your mom I said hi! Do you want me to arrange a MAC transport for you?”
“No thanks, Etta,” Diana said. “I’ve got my travel arrangements all set!”
Diana certainly had no need of military air courier service. As Wonder Woman, she flew the fastest, most versatile plane in the air. And it was completely invisible, as was she when she flew in it. Very shortly, Wonder Woman was in the air over the Atlantic Ocean, speeding toward Paradise Island. Her mind was filled with thoughts of the question she wanted to ask her mother, and how best to ask it. The past four years she had spent in America, she had fallen deeply in love with Major Steve Trevor. Now that the war was over, and America would be settling down into its hard-earned peace, Diana wanted to marry Steve and be his wife. She knew that to do so would mean renouncing her Amazon heritage, losing her immortality, and becoming an ordinary woman in man’s world. She was willing to do this and so much more, to be with Steve. But her mother would be furious! How best to break the news to her, to phrase the question? That was important, she had to do it delicately!
Before Diana knew it, her plane was banking down through the perpetual cloud cover that hid Paradise Island from view. Her heart leapt as she saw the white marble columns of the temples and palaces of her homeland. She sighed to herself as she thought of what she wanted to give up. Would she never see these buildings, these verdant hills, the sun-dappled streams again? But no, best not to think of what she would be giving up. Concentrate on what she would be gaining! A lifetime with Steve! Yes, that was the way to think!
Diana’s plane was invisible to the eyes of man’s world, but her sisters on Paradise Island saw it as it broke through the cloud cover. A cluster of happy women in Grecian-style dress, white thigh-length tunics and sandals that laced up to the knees, waited for her on the landing strip. Diana grinned as she looked at all the laughing faces. Mala, Paula, Gerda, Orana, Nubia, Aleta...oh, all her wonderful, loving sisters! Diana would be truly sad never to see them again. But it would be for the best!
“Hola, Princess!” the women shouted gleefully as Diana leapt from the cockpit onto the smooth marble of the landing strip. “Aphrodite be with you!”
“And with you, my sisters!” Diana beamed, hugging each one in turn. “Oh, it is so good to see all of you! It has been too long!”
“Far too long, Princess!” Aleta, a tall Amazon with long, straight blonde hair, agreed enthusiastically. “We have been expecting you, ever since your mother received your mental radio message that the war in man’s world is over!”
“For years we have prayed to Aphrodite and Athena for a swift end to this terrible war that took you from us!” Gerda, a petite Amazon with short curly red hair, added. “And at last our prayers have been answered!”
“You have been naughty, though, Princess!” Orana, a voluptuous brunette, teasingly scolded. “You should have let us know you were coming! We would have prepared a sumptuous feast in your honor, with dancing and poetry and music! It would have gone on for days!”
“We can still do that, Orana!” Aleta declared. “Come, you and I shall prepare the menu and set the kitchens to work! Paula, Gerda, away with you to the Hall of the Muses to gather the poets and musicians! Mala, you--“
Diana burst out laughing at her enthusiasm. “Aleta, you are wonderful! But I want to see my mother, the Queen. I’m afraid you must hold your plans until she speaks! Is she in the palace?”
“Indeed, Princess,” Aleta said. “Your true sister, Drusilla, is with her. Oh, what revelry there will be when they see you!”
“But you mustn’t present yourself in that gaudy costume,” Paula said. “And you must be tired from your trip. Go and have a bath, and change into some civilized clothing! Then your mother and sister can receive you!”
“That sounds wonderful, Paula,” Diana said. “I will head straight to the baths!”
“I shall see that a bather is sent to you,” Paula volunteered.
“And I shall see to your plane,” Mala added. “Oh, what joy to have the Princess home!”
Diana never stopped grinning all the way to the baths.
Soon, Diana was reclining in a huge marble bath of steaming water. The baths were kept constantly hot by an underground spring. Diana felt the tensions of the plane trip melting away into the luxurious hot water that surrounded her. Her eyes were closed with bliss.
“Princess?” she heard a timid voice nearly whisper. “Princess, are you awake?”
Diana opened her eyes, and saw the girl who had been sent to bathe her. She was a short, chubby Amazon, with short blonde hair and eyes the color of ice. She smiled timidly as she saw the Princess was awake. She carried an alabaster jug in her hands. Diana noticed a length of chain between her feminum bracelets. This meant the girl was being punished for some offense. Most of the Amazons took their punishment well, for it meant they would become better servants of Aphrodite.
“I was awake, I was merely resting my eyes,” Diana said. “I don’t believe I know you, dear. What is your name?”
“I am Lorna, Princess,” the girl said with a small curtsey. “I have been sent to bathe you, if that is your wish.”
“That is my wish,” Diana said sweetly. “I see you are chained. What was your crime?”
“I stole food,” Lorna said with lowered eyes. “It was foolish of me. I had been fed well, I was not even hungry! But the sweetmeats Phaedra makes in the kitchens are so delicious! But I am learning my lesson, and I am proud to be allowed to continue to serve Aphrodite.”
“Excellent spirit, Lorna,” Diana commended. “Now you may serve her by bathing your Princess.”
“I am honored!” Lorna breathed. “Would you like me to massage you, or shall I simply bathe you?”
“Oh, a massage sounds delightful!” Diana cooed. “I have been in man’s world so long, wearing the constricting clothes expected of a woman there. You would not believe the shoes they make a woman wear! They are pure torture on the feet.”
“I am especially talented in the massage of feet,” Lorna said. “Your royal mother and sister themselves often make use of my talents in this area. Shall I demonstrate for you, Princess?”
“Yes, please,” Diana said. “But this bath is so warm and relaxing, I hate to get out of it, even to experience a foot massage from an expert. Why don’t you join me in the bath?”
“Princess!” Lorna gasped, scandalized. “I--I would not dare!”
“Oh, but it is only us here,” Diana said. “You bathe with your other Amazon sisters, do you not?”
“Sometimes, yes,” Lorna admitted. “B-but you are my Princess!”
“And you are a sister of my heart,” Diana said kindly. “A daughter of Aphrodite, mother of us all. Come and join me in my bath. To have my feet expertly massaged under this delightful warm water would be heavenly!”
“Well...if you insist, Princess,” Lorna said. She set the alabaster jug down, then released the clasp on her toga. It fell to the marble floor, revealing Lorna’s smooth white skin. The plump girl’s breasts were full and rounded, and jiggled slightly as she moved. She bent down to unlace her sandals; no easy task, with a length of chain connecting her bracelets, but she managed it. Then she slipped slowly into the bath, at the opposite end from the Princess.
“Ooh, the water is so warm!” Lorna squealed. “I have never bathed in water this warm, Princess! My sisters and I usually bathe in the cool water of the lagoon by the feminum mine.”
Diana laughed softly. “If you enjoy bathing in warm water, Lorna, come anytime you wish. But for now, let’s put your special skills to work.” Diana gently lifted her right leg, pointing her toes at Lorna. The blonde girl smiled, and took Diana’s foot in her hands. Under the steaming water, Lorna pressed her thumbs into Diana’s sole and made circles with them.
“Mmmmmm, that is wonderful,” Diana sighed. “You are indeed a skillful masseuse, Lorna.”
“Thank you, my Princess,” Lorna said. “Your feet are indeed tense! Your nerve endings are like the roots of a great tree! Tell me about these shoes they make you wear in man’s world.”
“Well, they are entirely closed up,” Diana explained. “Not at all like the delightful sandals we wear, they do not allow the feet to breathe. They make your feet dreadfully hot. Especially because you are expected to wear something called ‘stockings’, which are like sheaths of fine cloth that completely cover the foot and leg.”
“It sounds awful!” Lorna said enthusiastically, as she firmly stroked Diana’s arch with her thumb.
“There’s more,” Diana said. “The shoes have high heels, like wooden pegs under the heel. They force a woman to walk on the tips of her toes, all day long!”
“Such torture!” Lorna gasped. “A woman’s feet are much too delicate for such rough treatment. They deserve to be treated gently, tenderly...like this.” Lorna gently stroked Diana’s sole with her fingertips. The Princess squealed and pulled her foot away.
“Lorna!” she scolded, smiling. “Please be careful! I am very, very ticklish!”
“My apologies, Princess,” Lorna said, but smiling wryly the whole time. “Let me continue massaging your feet. I promise not to tickle you...on purpose, at least.”
Diana returned Lorna’s grin, and offered her left foot.