Wonder Woman (Lynda Carter) vs. Arina (Marjean Holden) by XXX

Seated behind the imposing mahogany desk in her elegant office, Maj. Gen Stephanie Trevor (Courtney Thorne-Smith) fidgeted like a nervous schoolgirl. The youngest general in US history, now the only woman spymaster, Trevor just couldn't impose on a friend without feeling awful. She had taken charge of the Inter Agency Defense Command at the personal request of President Obama, who had hoped that new blood would prevent the types of intelligence scandals that had plagued the last administration. But from the start, the Clinton Task Force on Government Efficiency, representing the old blood, had been waging bureaucratic jungle warfare to shut down agencies, like IADC, considered too independent of political influence. Trevor thought about appealing to Mrs. Clinton directly, but the witch had been in a notoriously foul mood ever since having to eat crow and beg for her vice presidency.

On Wonder Woman's (Lynda Carter) arrival, Trevor greeted her with a warm but proper embrace, and led her over to the leather couch where she liked to hold informal meetings.

At once sensing the general's distress, the superheroine took her hand and insisted, "You can tell me anything, Steph."

But as the general laboriously outlined the peril to IADC, Wonder Woman was bored and bemused. She hadn't known bureaucracy on Paradise Island, just sisterhood.

"Our work is important, Steph," she interrupted. "Just tell me how I can help."

"Wonder Woman, you're not an employee of IADC, the blonde said. "I can't order you to do this."

Trevor then proceeded to explain, in part, the unusual way the task force proposed to determine whether IADC added unique value to the intelligence community.

"An athletic contest?" Wonder Woman exclaimed, giggling. "On Paradise Island we competed in athletics all the time. It is how we built our bodies and character. And it was great fun. Of course I'll do it, silly."

***

When they arrived at The Farm, the CIA's once-secret training facility at Camp Peary, VA, Trevor led Wonder Woman directly to the gym. By prior arrangement, the general was to be the only observer, but she was required to include a video file with her report to the task force. Trevor, incognito, wore tight blue jeans and an even tighter white top, sans bra. Wonder Woman was in her usual costume.

As the beauties chatted comfortably, they were interrupted by the stunning new arrival who strode confidently and directly over to Wonder Woman.

"Wonder Woman: I am Arina," she (Marjean Holden) announced. "I am your opponent."

Wonder Woman, at 5'9", had to look up to take in all of the 6' tall Arina towering over her. She admired every bit of what she saw. Wonder Woman's many sisters on Paradise Island ran the gamut of different body types (insofar as the gamut included only hot ones), but Arina's look was intriguingly unfamiliar: tall, lean, angular, dark, mysterious. Wonder Woman also felt a tinge of jealousy when she noticed Trevor completely transfixed by the exotic Arina in her skimpy, sexy maroon warrior dress. Still, Wonder Woman looked forward to an enjoyable competition and to making a new friend.

"It's such a beautiful day. They have running tracks, swimming pools and tennis courts outside. Let's have our contest out there," Wonder Woman helpfully suggested.

Arina shot Trevor a look of disdain at her opponent's naiveté.

"The task force really had in mind athletic combat, sometimes an operational necessity," Trevor explained nervously, motioning over to the wrestling mats on which Arina sometimes sparred with the CIA's many volunteer shmoes.

"Fine, a little friendly wrestling," Wonder Woman agreed cheerfully, beginning to remove her golden belt, source of her superhuman powers, to ensure a fair contest.

At that, the general grabbed her hands and lied, "No, the task force requires that you have all your powers handy."

Wonder Woman complied, but silently wondered why her friend was so insistent. Belt or not, she never used her full powers against other women. It was a gesture of sisterhood she extended even to her female enemies; she had no intention of harming or humiliating Arina, her American ally.

Having access to her Top Secret file, Trevor knew that Arina's strength and speed, just superior in the forest of the Beastmaster, were at the superheroine level in today's world. That was the assessment of the CIA's scientists who had lured her here through their special portal. Arina was their sole success in decades of expensive research into various paranormal phenomena, and the Company's covert operators used her on their most critical and deniable missions. But the paranoiac counterintelligence staff viewed Arina as insurance against Wonder Woman ever turning against her adopted country. The two would be even competitors, at the very least, they concluded.

At the time, Trevor had been offended by the aspersion on her friend's loyalty, but also aroused by the prospect of her fighting, for once, a worthy, hot female opponent. Now, the general was concerned about the stakes in this match, but even more aroused as her fantasy was about to become a reality.

***

Arina dropped to the mat front first, motioning for an arm-wrestling contest to begin the festivities, and Wonder Woman cooperatively joined her. When they locked right hands, Arina instantly slammed down her rival's arm hard onto the mat. A startled Wonder Woman smiled just a bit: she had wanted to make her opponent look good, but not that good. She wouldn't repeat the mistake.

The ladies then joined left hands, and Wonder Woman slowly ratcheted up her power until she was forcing Arina's arm back gradually but noticeably. But the more she pushed her foe's arm back, the more the resistance increased, to the point that Wonder Woman had to use all her strength to maintain the advantage. And after a couple of minutes even that was not enough. With one deep breath, Arina summoned up a burst of strength and reversed the momentum, forcing her stunned opponent's arm back upright and then beyond. Even Wonder Woman's full power was not enough to stop Arina and slowly but surely Wonder Woman's left hand was forced to the mat in very uncharacteristic defeat.

As she rose to her feet, Wonder Woman glanced over at Trevor in disbelief. She knew at once there were things the general had neglected to tell her, though she also sensed there was a good reason for that. Wonder Woman also knew that she was in for a battle with Arina, perhaps the battle of her life.

***

The combatants circled each other as the actual wrestling began. A now determined Wonder Woman was the aggressor, but as she would lunge at Arina, the latter would dance around gracefully and use her speed and reach to evade her. Arina also controlled her foe with pushes and occasional stinging swats to a grimacing Wonder Woman's now reddened shoulders and upper chest. When Wonder Woman finally honed in on her opponent's center of gravity she was able to tackle her roughly around her thighs and force her to the mat. Wonder Woman briefly mounted her rival but as she tried to pin Arina's arms the latter bucked up and effortlessly flipped her over and off.

When the fighters both rose, Trevor could sense Wonder Woman's frustration. When Wonder Woman again lunged forward, Arina grabbed one of her arms in a hammerlock from behind and forced her to the mat front first. As she fell upon her foe, Arina's erect nipples were noticeably stabbing into Wonder Woman's sexy bare upper back. Wonder Woman squirmed around on the mat but her rival skillfully moved with her, maintaining full control. Then Arina moved up on her opponent's body, trapping her head with her thighs from behind. As Wonder Woman was now able to twist hers torso around, she found herself on her back, trapped in Arina's classic head scissor. The seated Arina's thighs were straddling her rival's head, and her gorgeous neverending legs extended down almost the entire length of the prone Wonder Woman's body. In an extra demeaning touch, Arina's taut interlocked legs rested provocatively on her foe's sweat-soaked satin tights, rubbing her crotch as she squirmed.

As Arina flexed her sinewy thighs, a grimacing Wonder Woman pawed at them without effect. She then moved down to her opponent's legs, but with her shoulders held down by Arina's thighs, Wonder Woman's arms lacked the leverage to pry the legs apart. Wonder Woman was not accustomed to her glorious body being completely controlled by another woman, but could do little but moan as her rival squeezed her head together.

Trevor took in this incredible erotic spectacle, one superheroine's beautiful, contorted face, pale but slightly flushed, enveloped in another superheroine's sexy chocolate inner thighs. The blonde's eyes were then naturally drawn to her friend's huge cleavage, flattened also by those thighs but heaving nonetheless with each deep, deliberate breath Wonder Woman managed to take.

Rising with great effort above her own arousal, the concerned general came over and asked, "Wonder Woman, do you submit? This is only the first fall of three."

"No Steph," Wonder Woman replied softly. "I can take it."

Whether or not Trevor believed her, an impatient Arina took Wonder Woman at her word. Arina maneuvered herself up, with her legs now around her opponent's throat. She then locked them in a triangle choke hold, and her panicked foe immediately began to gasp for air, pathetically trying to pry open the iron grip.

Now coughing uncontrollably, Wonder Woman managed to whisper, "cant...breathe," as her face took on a light purple tinge.

Fading fast, it surprised Wonder Woman that Arina didn't relent, so she resignedly but formally submitted by frantically tapping one of Arina's thighs. At that, Arina released her and Trevor rushed over to Wonder Woman's side. After letting her lay on the mat a few minutes for rest, the general helped her friend up to a seated position and gently stroked her aching neck.

As Wonder Woman still coughed sporadically, Trevor asked as tactfully as she could, "Are you sure you can continue?"

"She is incredibly powerful," Wonder Woman said nonresponsively. "I have never been defeated in battle," she then added as though to reassure herself. "And I have never backed down from a challenge."

Still catching her breath, Wonder Woman had a chance to think about the answer she had just given reflexively. She looked over at her beautiful opponent who, ominously, was just standing there and stretching a bit, having barely even broken a sweat. Then looking up into Arina's cold eyes, Wonder Woman thought about the character of this exotic creature. She wasn't exactly an enemy; if she were one Wonder Woman might not be breathing at all now. Yet there was lacking the affection that existed between Wonder Woman and her sisters on Paradise Island, or between Wonder Woman and Gen. Trevor for that matter. To a moral certainty, Arina would seriously harm Wonder Woman if necessary to win this contrived contest. Which meant it wasn't the survival of IADC alone that was at stake in the next fall.

***

After a long break, the warriors squared off again. This time Wonder Woman was more determined but also more careful. Circling around purposefully with Arina, she would feint toward her foe without overcomitting herself. As Arina finally bored of the inaction, it was she who this time lunged at her opponent. It was exactly what Wonder Woman had been waiting for, and she quickly managed to get inside Arina's reach and seize her in an underarm face to face bear hug. Kneeling a bit, she impressively lifted her rival off the mat and squeezed with all her might.

Wonder Woman's amazing recuperative powers had brought quite a bit of her strength back, as Arina's grimace could attest. Wonder Woman began swinging her larger foe from side to side, a bit like the sexiest rag doll Trevor had ever seen. It was not for effect-it kept Arina off balance and less able to retaliate. Arina began to breathe heavily, but her calm and methodical pace showed that she was clearly still in the fight. Yet Wonder Woman was so encouraged by her success, in comparison with the last fall, that she settled in and kept squeezing until her opponent would have to submit, she was convinced, disregarding with effort the perky breasts rubbing against the tops of her own larger chest.

When Arina lifted her hands, a gallant Wonder Woman braced herself to be viciously punched in the head, face or elsewhere. But she was surprised when Arina instead placed her hands on Wonder Woman's shoulders, feeling their way all around her sculpted but feminine muscles. As Wonder Woman went about her business squeezing Arina's midsection for all she was worth, the latter astutely located Wonder Woman's vulnerable trapezius muscle and applied a powerful claw hold (Tongan Death Grip) to it.

It immediately elicited an involuntary "ugh" from the startled recipient.

Arina then reinforced the one handed claw with her other hand, sending a powerful wave of pain all the way down Wonder Woman's body, slowly eroding her power to resist. Wonder Woman dropped her arms, releasing the bear hug. When Arina's feet were back on the mat, her increased leverage made the claw that much more powerful, a feeling like Wonder Woman had never before experienced.

"What...what are you doing?" Wonder Woman asked in a plaintive whisper. "You...you're hurting me...Arina!..."

Moaning loudly, Wonder Woman then sunk to her knees, hands limp at her sides.

Arina disregarded her rival's pleas but looked over to Trevor to watch the blonde intently taking in her show of dominance.

Wonder Woman looked up helplessly into Arina's steely eyes, again finding none of the compassion she herself would have felt if their roles were reversed. Completely unfamiliar with this hold, Wonder Woman had no idea what kind of damage she might suffer if she continued to absorb more punishment. She raised her own hands to try to break the claw but found that she had no strength left, at least not on the order of the vise-like grip locked onto her, and dropped them back to her sides in abject frustration. Her glorious body had betrayed her, Wonder Woman realized. Now twitching involuntarily from the claw, she didn't want to submit, much less for the second time, and that in front of Steph. Still, Wonder Woman would be of no use to IADC or anyone else if permanently injured, or worse, or so she reasoned.

But before she could make the decision for herself, Trevor mercifully made it for her. The blonde had never witnessed Wonder Woman defeated before, let alone so badly. This was the same superheroine, after all, who had rescued the general from numerous tight spots of her own. Professionally putting aside her own sexual arousal, Trevor acted in the best interests of her close friend, who might just be too proud for her own good.

"This contest is over," the general declaimed as she used both of her own hands to dislodge Arina's grip. "You win, Arina. Let go. Now."

It was of course laughable that the blonde could break the hold that had felled the mighty Wonder Woman. Nor was Arina anywhere in the general's chain of command or obliged to obey her orders. But such was the force of Trevor's personality that Arina willingly and silently complied, eyes locked on the appreciative and still captivated blonde.

As Arina let go, Wonder Woman pitched forward, face first, into the mat. Trevor shuddered to realize that Arina's claw had not just been punishing Wonder Woman, it had also been the only thing holding her up.

***

"I'm sorry, Steph," Wonder Woman said as the blonde gingerly rubbed her aching shoulder muscles. "She was just too much for me."

"Stop," Trevor interrupted, placing a finger on her friend's lips. "You are very brave, Wonder Woman. You are a credit to America, and a credit to the Amazons."

The words were familiar. Indeed, the words were Wonder Woman's own. She had long experience explaining the nobility of honorable defeat to her sisters on Paradise Island, who had all experienced it at her hands. Wonder Woman had always wondered why her consolations never quite seemed enough. Now she knew.

Wonder Woman also knew that admitting defeat to herself was only part of the ordeal. She walked slowly over to Arina and extended a handshake.

"Congratulations, Arina" Wonder Woman allowed as their eyes met. You are the better woman. I am glad you are on America's side."

Trying to make the scene as brief as possible, Wonder Woman began to turn away, but she couldn't extricate her hand from Arina's powerful grip. As Arina held on to her firmly and yanked her back, Wonder Woman momentarily left her feet and was involuntarily squared back up to her.

"I am not through with you, Wonder Woman" Arina said both haughtily and mysteriously.

Wonder Woman was fully prepared for more fighting, though under no illusion the result would be any different.

Trevor, trained to quickly spin out scenarios, observed with even more alarm. The general was enough of a woman of the world to know how female fighting tended to end with the sexual humiliation of the loser. It had even crept into her own fantasies. It wouldn't have shocked her if there were also fetishists high up in the CIA who had made a special request of Arina. It might be a rare perk for underpaid civil servants. Though unarmed, Trevor was prepared to risk her life to prevent her good friend from suffering that ultimate degradation, even if it meant depriving herself of the ultimate turn on.

"It is your custom for the loser to get a rematch," Arina finally explained.

"That is not in our orders today," Trevor officiously interjected.

"Goodbye, Arina," Wonder Woman said as her hand was finally released.

Trevor then promptly whisked the humbled Wonder Woman out the door, but not without one more glance back at the spectacular victor Arina.

***

As it happened, IADC survived even the defeat of the immortal Wonder Woman. Each time (and there were many) President Obama watched the secret video of the match, he was more incensed that his own administration might be cashiering any of these three exquisite creatures. That surely was not the kind of change he had campaigned for. The task force was immediately disbanded, and Mrs. Clinton demoted to purely ceremonial duties, to become the least effectual vice president since Dan Quayle.

But IADC did more than just survive. Obama was so impressed with Trevor's handling of the sensitive situation that he decided to consolidate all the government's superheroine capabilities under one roof, and placed Arina directly under the general's command. To the bureaucrat in Trevor, more resources were always welcome. To the woman in her, with the feelings she had, the beautiful Arina was even more of a bonanza. Yet Trevor was also the longtime best friend of the defeated Wonder Woman, even knowing the correct but shocking term of art for her: victim. How the world's two sexiest superheroines could now work together-even exist together-would be the greatest challenge of that Stephanie Trevor's distinguished professional and personal life.