Conquering Wonder Woman Part 2

Pamela began her ascent towards the hazy beach below. As she climbed closer, she could gradually hear the waves
crashing against the shore.
Ten minutes later, Pamela reached a narrow stretch of beach from which she could see neither the road nor
her car. A cliff rose vertically 50 to 60 yards in front of her, like a wall. Without
the rope she had climbed down, she would have been trapped there until the next high tide swept her away.
Picking up a piece of driftwood as a walking stick, she climbed onto a large rock and looked towards the north end of the beach. She could only
vaguely make out massive boulders. "Great, nothing but a string of rotting dead fish,"
she complained, turning back.
Suddenly, she slipped and fell heavily onto the rocks, unable to get up for a long time.
"What is this…" She picked up her hand and froze.
A black, heavy secretion was slowly dripping from it. She shook her hand a few times, flicking the secretion onto the nearby rock
. She gently rubbed the remaining secretion between her fingers and then smelled it.
"The lubricant is still fresh, how could this be…?" Seagulls flew incessantly along the shore, occasionally diving into
the water to snatch one dead fish after another. “Dead fish!” Pamela stood up, walked to the shore, dipped her fingers into
the seawater, scooped up some water, and could see a thin, rainbow-like layer on the surface.
Picking up her cane, she decided to climb the large round rock to see what was on the other side. After easily
climbing ten yards, she was blocked by an insurmountable stone wall. There was no foothold on the wall
, and it couldn't be bypassed unless she jumped into the sea and swam across. But the thought of jumping
into oily water, filled with countless rotting, stinking dead fish, immediately made her abandon
the idea.
“Well, I can go back and come back tomorrow morning with a rope. There's probably nothing there,
just a fisherman dumping oil nearby,” Pamela said. Just as she was about to turn away, she suddenly heard
a faint “ding” from behind the stone wall.
On the beach, the roaring waves had made her deaf, but here, with the sound of the waves
diminished , she could hear a constant "ding" sound. Curiosity led her to examine the stone wall more closely. After careful
inspection, she suddenly noticed a white, hard substance among the stones. "Cement on the beach,
" she thought. She touched the crack in the cement and followed it, discovering a small stone protruding outwards. It was strange that a small stone protruded abruptly from this
hard stone; at the junction of the small stone and the stone surface was
a ring of gaps, like a finger sticking out of a gap in the stone.
She placed her hand on it and gently pushed it. It retreated slightly, making a faint
friction sound. This time, she used all her strength to push it in again until the small stone
was level . At this moment, she heard a friction sound from her left side; part of the boulder turned, revealing
a hole.
Pamela picked up her cane, using it as a weapon, and cautiously entered the dark and
mysterious cave entrance. For a moment, her eyes were blinded by the sudden transition from sunlight to darkness. After a few seconds of adjustment, she could
see she was on the other side of the giant rock. Here,
the environment was completely different.
From the outside, the wall appeared naturally formed, but here it was constructed of different stones
, supported by numerous metal I-beams and pillars. The structure of the stone door was clearly visible
. A string of wires hung from the ceiling, with light bulbs dangling along them. This was likely why people
had reported strange lights on the beach; if someone had opened the stone door at night, light would have shone
onto the dark sand.
Pamela quietly passed through the tunnel. When she reached the end, the "ding" she had heard earlier
was very loud. She quickly hid behind a pile of rocks.
At the end of the tunnel was a massive, cylindrical cavern, clearly formed by tidal forces over thousands of years
. This cavern opened outwards to the sea and extended hundreds of yards into the mountainside.
The cavern's exit to the sea was covered by a huge camouflage net made of brown sponge,
blending perfectly with the surrounding rocks from a distance.
On the other side of the cavern was the source of the sound: a German Type IV submarine was anchored
in a dock made of I-beams. A group of workers were working around the submarine, and one
worker on board was hammering something with a large iron sledgehammer.
Pamela was stunned by the sight. She hated the Nazis, but sometimes, like now,
they could indeed accomplish impressive feats. This secret base had to be stopped immediately. If that
submarine could be deployed to the shipping lanes, she could easily sink cargo ships and warships with torpedoes and then
return here to refuel and resupply, disrupting shipping lanes for years.
Pamela noticed a commotion in the cave below. Observing the enthusiastic crowd, she was stunned
. There, in a black trench coat and hat, stood one of Nazi Germany's most ruthless spies: Countess Greta
Aura.
This woman was the very embodiment of Nazism. Pamela knew she
could never have done . This woman was not only a serial killer, but a cold-blooded psychopath who took pleasure in torturing prisoners.
Falling into the Countess's hands meant a slow and painful death.
The Countess stood among two gentlemen and several Nazi workers. Pamela couldn't identify the two men
, but she knew they must be top Nazi agents, for the great Countess never worked with "outsiders or
villains ."
“I must report the location of this base immediately. We can not only uncover a secret Nazi submarine
base, but also capture the Countess and her gang,” Pamela whispered to herself. Just then, she
felt a thin, cylindrical object pressing against her back.
“Stand up, girl, put your hands where I can see you,” came the command in a German
accent Pamela slowly stood up, still with her back to the gunman.
“Hey…hey Franz,” the gunman shouted, “Come here, I’ve caught a little spy!”
Hearing him, several workers rushed over; they were several hundred yards away, and at their speed
, they could reach them in minutes.
“Little girl, turn around slowly,” the gunman commanded. “Let me see you.” Pamela slowly
turned to face the mysterious man behind her.
This man was also one of the workers, clearly just returning from the tunnel across the highway. He wore a blue
work uniform, an oil-soaked t-shirt, and tattered work shoes; he was a rather unpleasant, short, fat man.
She turned around, and the man looked at her with a wicked grin, his eyes fixed on Pamela's bare thighs and tight
shirt. “You American girls are so alluring; life in America must be wonderful.” The
pot-bellied man almost drooled.
Pamela immediately realized she had an advantage. She raised her hands above her head, pushing her elbows
forward, squeezing her breasts together to create an impressive valley.
“Please don’t hurt me,” Pamela blinked innocently, her long eyelashes fluttering. “I haven’t done
anything wrong, I promise. I’ll do anything as long as you promise not to hurt me.”
“Don’t worry, darling,” the worker approached, taking Pamela’s upper arm in his free hand. “
We won’t hurt you. We just need to ask you a few questions.” He continued to stare intently at Pamela’s full breasts.
“I’m not worried,” Pamela replied.
Suddenly, with lightning speed, she kicked him between the legs. At first, she thought
he would scream and lunge at her like a wild beast, giving her a chance to deliver a karate chop and knock him down.
But, unexpectedly, he made no sound, only slowly leaning forward before crashing heavily to the ground
with a loud, dull thud, like an elephant falling over.
“Success every time,” she said happily, picking up the gun and shaking off the sand. She could hear other
workers running towards her. “Looks like I need to get out of here quickly.”
She dashed towards the entrance like an arrow. When she reached it, she could hear them helping up the poor, unconscious
woman. “Damn American bitch!” she heard them say. “We’ll teach her a lesson.”
Getting out was much easier than getting in, but she had to slow down her pursuers. She didn’t want to be used as a target
while she climbed the cliff.
After the door closed, she noticed the stone button had returned to its original position. “If I could
fix this button…” she thought. She quickly slipped a small pistol into the gap next to the button and sprinted down the cliff.
Reaching the top, she looked back down to see if anyone was coming up or shooting at her. The sound of the waves
was too loud; she couldn’t possibly hear gunshots by ear.
She quickly got into the car and reversed onto the highway. "Oh no," she thought, seeing
two men standing between her and the road in her rearview mirror, holding machine guns. They started firing as soon as they saw her.
Pamela instinctively ducked under her seat, hoping God would protect her from going the wrong way.
Bullets pierced the thin steel panels of the car, making a series of clanging sounds. Shards of
glass rained down on Pamela. Thank God, just as she hoped, not a single bullet penetrated
the seat. She continued to steer backward.
"Ping, bang."
She heard her car's rear end kiss the two of them. "Idiot!" She pulled the car onto the highway, thinking,
"If it were my job, I wouldn't be standing stupidly in the middle of the road."
She sat up and drove south towards Fort Polik, the nearest town and the nearest place where she could
make a phone call . She had to tell someone what she had discovered. It was Saturday, and no one from the Defense Intelligence Agency would be there
, so her only hope was to contact Diana at home.
The jeep quickly disappeared, and three figures walked onto the highway. One of them bent down and
wiped his fingers on a wet puddle. "Gas, her gas tank is leaking," the man in the trench coat said in a deep voice.
"Good," the Countess said happily, "Our little spy can't have gone far. Tell our
people at Polick Castle to wait for her. I want her back alive."
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Doshira sat at the pharmacy counter, her hands on her knees, her head buried in a huge chocolate
ice cream cone . Except for slowly licking her lips, she remained motionless, surrounded by people who
stared at her in awe.
Ten to twelve empty ice cream dishes surrounded Doshira; they had never
seen .
"Hello... I'm Danny," the heroine, engrossed in her enjoyment, didn't even notice
the young man sitting beside her.
“Hey, hello…over here!”
Doshira tilted her head to the side, glanced at the person speaking to her, then looked around to see if they
were talking to someone else. “Are you talking to me?” Doshira picked up the straw from her half-empty cup,
licked the remaining ice cream, and asked shyly.
“Yeah,” Danny replied, “I can’t eat that much ice cream, how can you eat so much?”
Doshira immediately stopped, staring awkwardly at Danny, then looked around at the customers in the store with their mouths agape
, leaned towards Danny, and asked softly.
“You mean this is a lot?”
“Maybe it’s not much in your hometown, but here, a little kid wouldn’t eat that much in a year
,” Danny replied.
Doshira gracefully put down her straw, quickly pushed the glass away, and coolly said, "I
don't have things like this back home, like ice cream, banana splits, sundaes..." After listing
all the delicious treats available in the shop, her large brown eyes were fixed on the chocolate cup, as if hypnotized by it.
Danny waved his hand futilely in front of Doshira's eyes, trying to get her attention. She asked shyly, "Um
... I was thinking, would you like to go for a ride in my car?"
"A ride? What's a ride?" The magic was instantly broken.
"My car, I have a car. Do you want to come with me for a ride?" Danny replied
impatiently .
Remembering Diana's nagging, although her spine twitched slightly, the thought of going
for a ride with a strange boy would definitely be seen as trouble.
"I'd better not. My sister wants me to go home early; in fact, I can already hear her calling me."
"Yes." Doshira pricked up her ears, pretending to hear something.
"Hmm, I didn't hear anything. Are you sure you can't go? I think you'll love it,"
Danny pleaded.
"Believe me, when my sister calls someone home, no one dares refuse," Doshira said, walking towards the door.
"I bet it'll be fun," Doshira thought with disgust. "Ugh, Diana, why are you
so annoying?"
After a few minutes of studying, Doshira finally figured out how to insert the key into the keyhole. Dragging
her heavy steps, she slumped onto the sofa. Suddenly, she jumped up and rushed to the refrigerator, carefully
examining its contents for a few minutes before slamming the door shut in disgust.
"Diana, you eat like a rabbit! No ice cream at all, just vegetables, vegetables,
and more vegetables!" She slammed the door shut, noticing a note stuck in the doorknob: "
Diana's note." Reading it with annoyance
, she tossed the note onto the table, stomped her foot, and stomped back into the living room. "Overtime...overtime," she
repeated the note with amusement. "I guess I'll just have to sit here and read."
Just then, the phone rang. At first, Doshira couldn't understand what it was, but the ringing was like a child crying for its
mother , and Doshira frantically ran around the room.
"That's right, Diana told me that the phone...she told me it was a black thing."
Doshira began searching for the source of the ringing. Finally finding it, she held the microphone to her face.
"Diana...is that you?" Doshira closed one eye, peering into the microphone.
A torrent of indistinct words blared from
it. "Hi...hello," Doshira said cautiously, bringing the microphone to her lips. "Diana,
Diana ...you must come to help immediately." A frantic voice came from the microphone.
"Um...I'm not Diana, I'm her sister..." Doshira said.
"I might be killed soon. There's a secret Nazi base in Fort Polik, on the beach by the road on
Gus Island. A fully equipped submarine base. You won't believe it, the Countess is here too
," Pamela said. "My God...I have to go, get to Fort Polik quickly." *Click.
* Doshira pulled the receiver away from her, staring at it in bewilderment. "What's going on?" she thought.
"Hey, wait, that woman mentioned Nazis, they're Diana's enemies." "If I could catch them
, I could prove to Diana that I can take care of myself!" Doshira cried out.
"But how can I get to Polickburg?" Suddenly, a devilish
glint , and she grabbed a pen and quickly scribbled a note:
*Dear Diana:
* *Go and catch a Nazi named Countess Polickburg. Be back before dinner.
* *Kiss you .
* Doshira
She stuck the note in the phone and dashed out the door, "Hopefully that Danny will still be willing to take me
for a drive ." “Doshira said to herself.
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Pamela quickly hung up the payphone and looked outside the phone booth. She saw two suspicious
men enter through the front door. She saw the polite shopkeeper point to the phone booth, and the two men walked towards her.
She looked around frantically and noticed the back door of the shop. She quietly walked over. Since they had to
wobble through several aisles piled with cans and groceries, she believed they didn't see her reach the back door.
Keeping watch behind her, she opened the back door and rushed out. After walking halfway down the alley, she felt a
strong arm grab her from the other side of the exit, wrapping around her waist and suddenly pulling her to one side, causing
her to lose her balance.
At that moment, another man in a trench coat rushed from in front of her and grabbed her bare legs.
At that moment, the man behind her covered her nose and mouth with a folded handkerchief. A strong smell of anesthetic
filled her lungs, and she struggled futilely, trying to avoid being anesthetized.
The three continued their struggle; Pamela kicked and twisted, trying to escape, her bare legs and rounded
buttocks arching high, forming a huge bow. The two men grabbed their prey.
Because she was constantly inhaling the anesthetic, her beautiful body could only writhe and squirm, like a
snake with its ends pinned.
A black sedan pulled up. The man holding her legs gripped Pamela tightly, while the other pulled
her struggling upper body into the back seat, sitting down and placing Pamela's upper body on his knees.
The man holding her legs shoved Pamela's legs into the car and sat down as well, placing Pamela's buttocks on his
knees while grabbing her long legs. Then, the car door slammed shut, and the car drove north.
About 20 seconds later, Pamela's panicked eyes began to grow heavy. The handkerchief, like a sponge,
slowly absorbed her consciousness, and her frantic struggles gradually ceased. Pamela let out a low sigh
, surrendering to the anesthetic.
As soon as the blonde agent lost consciousness, the man holding the handkerchief immediately took another
handkerchief and tied it to her mouth. This served both to secure the anesthetic-soaked handkerchief and to
keep the sleeping woman quiet.
Simultaneously, another man turned Pamela over, pulled her hands behind her back, and then took out
a long, thin white rope, tightly binding her wrists behind her back. He then pulled the other end of the long rope to her
feet, wrapped it around her ankles several times, secured her legs, and tied several tight knots. Then,
the two men turned the gagged and bound Pamela over, slid her down their legs to the floor, and laid her
supine between the front and back seats of the car.
The two men's eyes were fixed on Pamela, their gazes roaming brazenly over her helpless body
. "These American chicks are pretty, aren't they, Fritz?" one of them said, placing his
hand on her bare knee and slowly sliding it up her long, limp inner thigh. "Yes , I'd be happy, how should I say, to interrogate her," the other said with
a wicked grin.

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