Wondra in Neutralized

That morning Archeology Professor Monica Ross decided not to take any chances when she heard that Richard Arden was transporting a valuable antiquity from the University of New Mexico's museum to the airport. This was a job for Wondra. The Berdai had been attempting to steal from homes and rob banks to fund their terrorist activities around Los Alamos. Wondra had stopped many of these crimes; this antiquity would be an appealing target for the thugs.


"I don't think you need me along today," Monica said, looking at Richard, whom she had a crush on, "I will stay here. You have plenty of police protection." Three of Santa Fe's finest, including Police Chief Bob Porter, were standing by the side of the crate holding the statue, which was going to be exhibited at another museum for a few months. The men laughed and looked at each other with knowing looks. "We can take care of this, you stay here and do your work," said Richard with a patronizing tone. He liked Monica well enough but it would be good to spend part of the day away from her and away of the University.



Monica smiled and turned away, shuffling some papers on her desk in an effort to look busy. Once the men had left Monica went into the ladies room. She made sure it was empty before looking into the mirror and taking a gleaming golden bracelet out of her purse. The young, ungainly blond woman thought to herself, "`time to become Wondra."



She placed the golden band around her wrist. There was a flash of light, and Monica's blond hair became long, silky, and black. Her body grew in strength and beauty, with inches added to her cleavage and legs: the average-looking woman morphed into an Amazon warrior, a breathtaking cross between a supermodel and an Olympic athlete.



Her costume clung tightly on her sexy body: hot pants, halter top, and calf-length boots, all glittering gold. "Now, to look after Richard and stop the bad guys," she said, admiring herself in the mirror. If only Wondra could have her amazing powers and a boy friend; her breasts tingled when she thought of Richard in danger. It was a turn-on whenever she rescued him.



But Monica shook her head: she would lose her powers if she gave way to her desires. And her strength was never more needed than now, with the Berdai terrorists on the loose, wanting to steal nuclear secrets. She opened the rest room window and flew into the clear blue sky.



No sooner did Wondra spot the police convoy from the air than she saw trouble. Two cars had cut off Richard and the cops on an isolated road in a seedy part of the city. Men in ski-masks were holding machine guns on Richard and the police while taking the crate out of the car. She swooped in and, with little effort, plucked the guns out of the thugs hands while she flew by. "Hey, it's the superwoman," said one, "let's get out of here!" "No way you are going anywhere" said Monica, who planted herself in front of them, hand on her curvy hips, her enormous breasts pushed out, "except to the police station." With a flick of her foot she kicked a man into a wall. He fell like a doll to the ground.



The other two Berdai thugs gasped and ran, but Wondra overtook them and stopped both with karate chops. She picked them up off the ground and dragged them back to the van, where Richard, Porter, and his men stood with their mouths open. It had happened so fast that they could only stand by in shock.



"Thank god you were here Wondra," said Richard, unable to take his eyes off the woman's sexy body. He wanted her more each time he saw her. He could have the smitten Monica whenever he wanted; Wondra was his idea of a girl friend. "Yes, they would have had the statue for sure," agreed Porter, who was thinking that he might take some credit for the capture of the thieves when he wrote up the police report.



"My pleasure," said Wondra, trying not to look at Richard because it made her feel weak, "but how were these thugs going to take the statue? The crate wouldn't have fit into either of their cars." "Maybe they were going to drive away with the van. Who knows?" said Richard, admiring Monica's small waist, long legs, and shapely thighs. Porter was on the police car radio asking for more cars to take away the prisoners.



Wondra noticed the attention Richard was giving her and let him look some more. Her body tingled with pleasure. But it was time to go…it was hard to consentrate when Arden was around. Also, something was not right about this attempted theft -- it was too clumsy. The Berdai were usually smarter than this. Wondra jumped into the air and flew away until she turned around to take a last look…and and saw herself on a roof top waving good-bye to Richard and the police below! "What in the world?" she exclaimed in astonishment, darting back to the roof top. But the imposter had disappeared, taking to the air once Richard and the cops were on the road, headed for the airport.



"Another Wondra?" Monica said aloud, standing on the rooftop. "No, just a hologram, a way to draw you into a trap," said a man in the shadows, "Also, I wanted to make sure people saw you fly away so no one would look for you for awhile once you were gone." Wondra turned to see a small film projector tucked away in a corner of the building.



"I'm not going anywhere with you, whoever you are" snapped Monica, who looked in the direction of the voice. A tall muscular man dressed in an off-white hunter's outfit emerged from around an air duct. "My name is Tamer and I have a buyer for you," he said, looking with obvious appreciation at Wondra's body. He had seen super heroines before, but Wondra was one of the most striking, her long black mane and flashing brown eyes highlighting an hour-glass figure, ample breasts, and powerful but sexy legs.



"Your pictures do not do you justice, my dear, you are a magnificent female animal," he said, his eyes wide. You are worth the millions my client is paying to have you." Wondra laughed and said with confidence, "I have no idea who you are, but you must be insane if you think you alone can capture me. Now let's go down below and talk about this kidnapping threat with the police." The Tamer softly chuckled and snarled "if what I have learned is true then you, like all super heroines, have trouble handling chloroform!." He signaled to the faithful Gunga, who was hiding behind another air duct. His white-turbaned assistant jumped up with a large pistol and fired what looked like streams of water into Monica's golden halter tap and hot pants.



"What!" cried Wondra, taken by surprise, her arms outstretched, her legs parted. Her golden clothes were drenched with the sleep mixture. She looked with surprise at the Tamer as waves of drousiness engulfed her, her mind woozy from the effects of the sweet-smelling chloroform on her breasts, which were slick with the weakening liquid.



Gathering her strength, Monica attempted to fly away. But she had barely left the ground when waves of chloroform fumes surrounded her. "This is a special type of chloroform, it turns into a mist on contact with flesh," shouted the Tamer, "I can't let you fly away from here." He watched with satisfaction as Monica, who had gotten three or four feet into the air, slowly drifted back to the ground, her arms and feet dangling helplessly, the thick and powerful clouds of chloroform clinging to breasts and crotch and wafting up to her face.



"Feel so sleepy..thinking of man's touch…must try to escape," groaned Wondra as she slowly sank to her knees, her breathing slowing, her mind beginning to fantasize about men holding her breasts, pleasuring her body. The Tamer signaled Gunga, who crept behind the groggy beauty and placed his arm firmly around her waist.



"There is no escape for you Wondra, I have thought of everything," whispered the Tamer, distracting her as Gunga prepared to press a thick pad soaked in chloroform over her mouth and nose. "No..you can not tame me…when I awaken…I will escape and stop you.." said Monica with courage, "you..cannot defeat me." She was rudely interrupted when Gunga's pad of anesthetic was clamped firmly over her mouth and nose. Her hands rose up to attempt to pry the pad away, but Wondra's arms were too weak. They fell slowly and limply to her sides. Wondra's eyes flickered and then drooped with fatigue. Her head was filled with pleasurable dreams of submission and sleep.



"UHHH..MMMUPH…mmmm" she screamed into the cloth, her head falling forward, her mane of dense black hair covering her face. Gunga waited until her resistance ended before he pushed down her halter top and began to swab her large breasts with the pad, circling Wondra's nipples until they were glossy and hard as metal. Wondra muscles became soft and docile, overcome by waves of sexual pleasure. All she wanted was sex and sleep; she had been neutralized.



"Sleep deep my dear," said Tamer as Gunga lowered the paralyzed Avenger of Santa Fe to the ground. They turned her on her back -- Gunga poured more chloroform into the pad and pressed it over her face. "Yes, make sure she is unconscious," said the Tamer. He reached into a bag and took out a contoured surgical mask connected by a short tube to a small canister.



"Super heroines have defeated me in the past because they could not be tamed permanently, they kept escaping from their owners and I had to refund their money," explained the Tamer to Gunga, who kept the pad over Wondra's face. "If this new gas subdues the mighty Wondra for good, than Tiger Woman and others will be next." He signaled Gunga to remove the chloroform pad.



The Tamer placed the surgical mask over Monica's mouth, strapping it firmly around her head. He placed his hands over her heart, checking her breathing and pulse. She was completely under. He cupped his hands around her breasts, his thumbs roughly circling her nipples, making sure they were stiff.



"You have no choice but to breath this for hours," whispered the Tamer in Wondra's ear, picking up the sleeping woman into his arms, "each breath will take away the urge to be aggressive, to fight against men. All that will be left will be the need to pleasure men, to be submissive as women are meant to be." He looked down at Monica's sleeping face with a sneer of triumph, "it does not matter that you have super powers, beauty, if you are afraid to use them. My clients want you to make love, not war." As if aware of the danger, Wondra gently moved her head from side to side, trying to shake off the mask. Gunga quickly tightened the strap.



"We go to the plane now, Gunga," said the Tamer once they had reached the van in the parking lot of the building, "you job is to put our guest back to sleep whenever she attempts to awaken." Gunga nodded quickly as they loaded Wondra into the back of the van. Gunga sat in the back and watched the heroine's face and body for signs of struggle as they headed for the airport.



Ironically, the Tamer's plane was sitting not far from the jet that was to transport the statue Richard and the police had brought to the airport. When the Tamer got out of the van and he smiled and waved at the men, who were huffing and puffing as they carried the heavy crate into the cargo bay of the jet. "Need any help guys," said the Tamer. "No," said Richard, "but thanks, we are almost done."



"We will wait until they leave," he whispered to Gunga in the van, "make sure Wondra is unable to signal for help." The Tamer was wise. During the trip, Monica had managed to fight off some of the sleep effects of the chloroform because her captors hadn't removed her magic bracelet. Her powers were not entirely gone. She had kept her eyes closed and body rigid. The strange gas didn't have any odor or make her sleepy -- it just made her feel strange, as if she was becoming numb. She was biding her time, waiting for her stenght to come back before ending the career of the white slaver Tamer and Gunga.



When Wondra heard Richard's voice she began to think of ways to alert him, perhaps kick the turbaned creep into the wall of the van. If Richard heard that noise he and the cops would come running. But before she could locate where Gunga was she felt him place her head in his lap, remove the surgical mask, and quickly place a thick pad of chloroform over her mouth. Gunga felt some resistance; then he knew she was faking unconsciousness. While one of his hands firmly pressed the pad into her face, the other caressed her large breasts until her nipples stiffened. He then placed his hand between the soft flesh of her thighs and slowly moved his fingers up and down.



"No..gas is working.. weakening my will..to resist..can't fight wanting man's touch..hearing Richard..making me..only want pleasure, not fight" thought a frantic Wondra as she tried to fight waves of sleepiness and open her eyes. Gunga felt her attempt to fight the erotic stimulation and only continuted stroking between her legs, slowly and insistently.



Wondra felt the strength melt out of her limbs as thoughts of submission to man's touch overwhelmed her mind. The Tamer was right: if she did not resist submission, the bracelet was of no use. Gunga continued to stroke her body, especially her huge breasts, until he felt her body completely relax. She fell into a deeper sleep than before; Wondra no longer thought of escape, only how to pleasure men. Smiling, Gunga placed the mask back over Wondra's face and secured it tightly. The powerful one will not be rescued by her friends, he thought.



Once Richard and the cops had left the Tamer and Gunga brought the sleeping super heroine into the plane. It quickly flew off, heading to the home of the wealthy man who awaited his prize: a super heroine who had been conditioned to be submissive, forever.



To be continued