Ok this is new it's in episode format and I will post each episode in a reply to this post. Feedback might influence the direction of the story, but it might not.
But if anyone cares to offer any suggestions I will consider them as I oly have a vague idea of where this story is going.

Enjoy

Diana Prince stared at her boss in obvious horror.

"A Dating Agency?"

"That's right."

"But A Dating Agency."

"You're the obvious choice Diana."

"Obvious?"

"Yes, look. All of the other Female agents. How can I put this? All the other female agents have a social life they have dates."

"and I don't?"

"Well do you?"

"Well no."

"Then I rest my case. Look it won't be so bad. It's a long shot anyway and who knows. You might even get a date."

Diana just stared at her boss. It was demeaning. Women sad enough to go to a dating agency. She took the file that Steve offered and flounced very un Amazon like from the room. She sat at her own desk and opened the file muttering quietly to herself.

Diana started to read. A number of young Women had recently left stable homes and disappeared. There were a dozen or so that the IADC were interested in. One of them was the daughter of a Prominent General. Emily Frankome. Diana frowned General Frankome was head of a sensitive operation that was above her clearance level therefore the IADC were for--d to investigate. Diana laid out the pictures and information across her desk reading as she went. The circumstances were all fairly similar and in the normal course of events unremarkable. A dozen young women all single and with no obvious boyfriends all decided despite family resistance that they were leaving home to start a new life somewhere else. Five of them were intending to get married to someone they had only recently met. Three more were marrying men twice their age and leaving the country altogether another two were "moving in" with girlfriends towards whom they seemed to have an abnormal sexual interest. The other two Emily included had left to travel the world without telling anyone where they were going. All normal things that happen in the big wide world.

Diana looked for patterns in their behavior. All the girls were between 20 and 25. They were all very attractive and in the case of the ones getting married or "co-habiting" with a friend the chosen partners were all very rich. Again Diana was not surprised. Money always attracted a certain type of girl. However Emily and the other girls Sarah Vandenberg did not match that pattern. However both of them it seems were quite shy and had been persuaded by friends to sign up with the "Soul Mates" Dating Agency. On closer examination there was evidence that at least two or three of the other women had been signed up with the same agency. Agents were still checking out the other girls. Like Steve had said it was a long shot but worth pursuing and as much as she hated to admit it. She was the perfect choice. She pulled out a small mirror and began to play with her hair. She frowned. Her normal mousy look would have to go for the appointment at the agency. She'd have to make herself as attractive as possible and develop an air of innocent shyness. With her youthful Amazon looks she could easily fit the age profile. With a start Diana realized she was actually looking forward to it. Just a little.

Damn you took your time finishing this. Good job it was worth it
Nice to see you are back in the WW biz. Are you going to post the other stories here as well?

OK you got me. But if you take another tow years to finish it up. You might get a visit from some of my pals.

I think I can see where this is going but you never know you might surprise me.

Well mate you got here quick only just sent you the email.

You need to get the hange of these forums. I'm assuming the first of your two posts was aimed at Nurse Prince.

Anyway good to know I can still push your buttons. I'll try not to keep you waiting too long this time.

Part 2


At seven PM Diana sat waiting for her appointment in the rather sumptuous foyer of "Soul Mates" She idly flicked through a magazine while her well trained eyes scanned the room looking for anything out of the ordinary. She found nothing. The petite blonde receptionist looked over at her and gave her best professional smile.

"Miss Prince. Mr. Cameron is ready to see you now."

Diana smiled back and stood up.

"Through the door, first office on the left."

The receptionist gave her another glowing smile pressing a buzzer to activate the door lock allowing Diana to walk through it.

Diana gave the receptionist her best shy girls smile and pushed on the door. She entered a short corridor with one door on the right, one on the left and another one straight ahead. Following the receptionist instructions Diana knocked gently on the correct door and meekly stuck her head around it as she slowly opened it.

"Ah Miss Prince I presume."

Diana nodded. A balding plain looking man in his forties stood up from behind a desk and pointed to a seat with another professional smile. So far thought Diana nothing odd about this at all. She sat down and watched as the man followed suit.

"I think we can assume this is your first time Miss Prince."

Diana nodded shyly.

"Though why an attractive young lady as you should need our services I cannot imagine."

Diana managed a blush.

"Hmm I can see that you are quite shy. I shall try to make this as painless as possible."

The man pressed a button and Diana gasped as a small monitor raised itself from the desk.

"Nothing to worry about my dear. Just a questionnaire for you to fill out. It's an interactive touch screen. Quite confidential. I won't even be in the room when you fill it out. When you have finished press the red button in the corner of the screen and I'll come back we can get on with stage2."

Diana smiled. The man stood up and exited through a second door. Diana looked around her. Apart from the desk and two chairs there was nothing. Not even a drawer to rifle through. She turned back to the screen and began to answer the questions.

There was nothing odd about the question either. The first section was name, age, height etc. The second was career details. Diana stated that she worked for the government. They wanted details of her income again no surprise. She guessed they would vet her details but as she had told the truth that would not be a problem. The truth was always the best cover story anyway.

Then came a series of questions about hobbies and interests, what sort of food she like and the question went on and on until she felt they knew almost as much about her as she did herself. Apart from one important fact of course. Super heroines don't go to dating agencies. She stifled a giggle and continued on with the questions.

Unknown to Diana she was being monitored the whole time. not only was the room under surveillance but every time she answered a question it was flashed up on another monitor in another room and the conversation had she been able to hear it would have sounded very odd indeed.


"What do you think about this one?"

"She fits the profile."

"But?"

"Well not sure about the age thing."

"Hey women lie about their ages all the time."

"Sure they do."

"You checked her out yet?"

One of the men hit a button on another screen.

"Here it is. Looks like she's kosher. All checks out. She’s on the level. Except for the age."

"Are we that bothered?"

"Not if we can find a client."

"So what do you think?"

"SHIT!"

"What is it?"

"She put here she's a virgin."

"Get outta here!"

"No look, No sexual history."

"Maybe she's lying about that too."

"Maybe, but if she's not her value will hit the roof."

"So do we proceed?"

"We'll take it slowly with this one. I've just got a naggin feeling."

"What sort of feeling?"

"That cop sort of feeling."

"Naw, she came alone and she transmitter scan was negative so she's not wired."

"Still there is something."

"So do we forget it?"

"NO not if she's a fucking Virgin."

"So how do we proceed?"

"Go back in their and take her to stage two. We'll give her a level one treatment and take it from there."

"OK. You ready for her in back?

"Of course."

Yeah sorry about posting that comment in the wrong place. My Bad.

Anyway that second part was bloody fast. you got any more up your sleeve already?

And you didn't answer my questions about the other stories. Particularly the one where WW is under the control of some male chauvanist pig of a scientist. You know the one? Right?

that's as far as it goes at the moment.

sorry to have to tell you but the story you want me to post I don't have a complete version. I doubt anyone does, lost it on a corrupted Zip dirve a while back, only have the laste couple of chapters.

Sorry.

Mesmer is that the story?

Are you going to post WW in Double Trouble the complete version?

Tom

OKay folks we're finally getting down to some peril now.

Part 3

Diana looked up as the man re-entered the room with the same professional smile fixed on his face. He pointed to the door she had entered from and walked towards it.

"If you would like to follow me Miss Prince."

"Where are we going I thought we just had to finish up?"

"Indeed we do but that involves stage two of the Soul Mates Partner process."

"Stage two?"

"If you follow me Miss Prince I'll show you."

Diana, her interest peaked followed him out of the door and along the short corridor she had entered from and through the door into a darkened room at the opposite end from the reception area.

"It's rather dark in here. Mr.?"

"My name is Prentiss Miss Prince, Doug Prentice. You may if you wish call me Doug."

Doug reached over and turned a dial on the wall. A dim light brightened the gloom. Diana looked at her surroundings. The room was quite large and one wall was covered with a cinema screen and directly in front of it was a single chair. The other three walls were blank except for a small opening in the wall to the rear which Diana guessed was for some sort of projection device. Diana tensed a little. This was something out of the ordinary. It was a bit hi tech for a dating agency."

"Perhaps I might explain Miss Prince"

"Diana nodded."

"We have found through our research that simply asking clients questions and relying on them to be completely honest is a little niece. So we developed this simple technique to ensure that we can match our clients up with a suitable partner."

"And how do you do that?"

"As I said Miss Prince it is all very simple. The client, in this case you simply sit in the chair and watches the screen. There is a button set into each arm of the chair and whilst sat there you will see a series of partner types and will press the left button if you find them attractive and the right hand button if you don't and as the process continues. The computer controlling the images will learn your preferences and the images will get closer and closer to your ideal."

An image of Steve flashed through Diana's mind. She smiled and wondered how close their choice would be to the man she truly loved.

"But I could still cheat."

"Yes you could, although the computer will also through the placement of two tiny sensors be monitoring your biometrics."

Doug laughed.

"We like to call it our love detector."

"I'm not sure about the sensors. I mean that does seem a little bit extreme."

Doug shrugged.

"You are the client Miss Prince. If you choose not to have the sensors attached we will still proceed it just won't be quite as accurate."

Diana had expected an argument, not a resigned acceptance. Perhaps this was a wild goose chase after all. She walked over to the chair and sat down.

"Take your time Miss Prince, there is no hurry."

"How long will this take."

"With the sensors about 45 minutes, without around 5 to ten minutes more."

"Why is that?"

"The computer will take longer to compile the partner model without the use of biometrics."

Diana picked up the sensors.

"Where do they go?"

"They are attached to either side of the forehead, you can remove them at any time should you feel uncomfortable. As I said before this is your time, your money."

"OK I'll go with the sensors."

"If you're sure Miss Prince."

"Yes. I'm sure."

Doug walked over and placed the sensors gently on her forehead. Diana moved her head from side to side. She looked at Doug searching for signs of stress, but he was perfectly calm, he seemed calm and relaxed. Diana pointed at the button on the left.

"This one is a yes."

She pointed to the other one.

"This is no."

"You got it Miss Prince. Now I'll leave you to get comfortable the show will begin in about 60 seconds. As the process continues the images will flash faster and faster. Don’t worry if you miss a few it won't make any difference."

"Thank you Doug."

Doug left and closed the door behind him. Diana examined the chair closely. There were no hidden restraints. No disguised gas emitters. The chair was perfectly normal. She felt the sensors on the side of her head. They seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary. Diana tensed a little searching for the trap, waiting to spring from the chair at the first sign of danger. The lights dimmed and the Soul Mates logo flashed on to the screen. Next was an image of a plain looking man who was frowning. Diana pressed no. Another image, this time of a good looking Asian man. Diana pressed no, then another image and another, some yeses, some no's. Diana watched the screen carefully waiting for each picture unaware that her every movement was being watched, her body rhythm monitored.

"That's ten minutes, how’s she doing?"

"She's tense, like she's waiting for something to happen."

"You still think she's bad news?"

"I'm convinced of it."

"Then maybe we should just give her the standard programme and let her walk."

"No if someone is on to us we need to know who."

"OK so we'd better get her ready for a few questions."

The other man reached over to a keyboard and brought up a menu on the screen before him.

"Initiating containment!"

He pressed a button. In the other room Diana was suddenly sucked back into the chair. She gasped as the wind was knocked from her lungs. She tried to sit up but she was pinned to the chair by invisible bonds. She couldn't move a muscle. Diana struggled with all her might. It had been a trap all along and she had fallen right into it.

Back in the other room.

"Containment 100%. Initiating level one shutdown."

He pressed another button. In the other room Diana went rigid, her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a silent scream as a burst of energy from the two harmless sensors overrode her conscious mind putting her into a deep but controlled slumber. Her body relaxed.

"Level one shutdown complete. Initiating Truth Node. Truth node connected. Accessing short term memory."

"Is she ready?"

"Yes go back in and find out who she's working for and what they suspect. It's about time Miss Prince started being a little more honest with us."

Yes I will be posting that soon.

Do you have a complete copy of "A bad week for Wonder Woman" from the old ethernet days?

Or any other WW stories I posted complete or not?

If so send em to me and I can post them here.

Story is getting very interesting. )

Tom

Cheers Tom and thank you for emailing those two stories. I'll post them here for all to see.

This one is shaping up very nicely. Is it OK if I email you a couple of ideas I have for where you could take it?

That would be good. Like I said at the off. I've really only a very rough idea of where this one is going.

Doug passed his hand in front of Diana's face. There was no reaction. Her mind was held in the grip of the computer, her body was rigid as power surged trhough her body using it as nothing more than a conduit through which to access and control her thoughts. Satisfied that she was helpless Doug spoke.

"MIss Prince. You name is Diana. Is this true?"

"Yes"

Diana answered clearly although other than a slight movement of her lips she might well have been a statue. Doug continued.

"You stated that you worked for the government. Is this true?"

"Yes"

"Which government department do you work for?"

"Inter Agency Defence Command."

"What is your role within this department?"

"Field Agent."

"Are you currently on assignment?"

"Yes."

"What is your current Assignment?"

"Dissappearance Of Generals daughter."

Doug cursed and looked up at the ceiling.

"I told we should have turned that one down."

"Never mind. Continue the interrogation. I cannot maintain this level of control for much longer and still effectively mask the memory."

"OK. OK."

Doug looked at Diana again.

"Diana.Are you investigating Soul Mates?"

"Yes"

"Why?"

"Too many missing. Coincidence. Soul mates might be a link."

"Do you have any proof that soul mates is involved?"

"No?"

"Do you think you will find any?"

"Don't know. Not sure."

A voice boomed out from a hidden loudspeaker."

"That's enough. Get your ass up here so I can let her go."

Doug left the room and closed the door behind him. Diana blinked and continued pressing the yes and no buttons on the arms of the chair as if nothing had happened.

"They have nothing."

"Look Max the fact that she is here at all is bad enough."

"True but maybe we can use that to our advantage."

"I'm not sure about this."

"Look we got ourselves a government agent and we've already hit her with a level one. We're going to have to at least give her a level two."

"It's not safe."

"Leaving her with only a level one is what's not safe."

"Sure, it's a risk."

"A risk! It's more than that. If we let her wander around with only half the job done she's gonna end up ripping some poor shmucks clothes off and fucking his brains out. Now would that be a good thing. No i don't think so do you."

"So we give her the level two now."

"No time. The facial preferences are almost finished. If we do it now we'll run over and that would be suspicious in itself."

"OK So when?"

"I've run a return matrix with the memory patch. She'll want to come back and check out the evening results. By then we'll be able tailor the stage two to fit our needs. Now go back in there and give her your best smile and make sure you make the next appointment before she leaves."


"All finished Miss Prince."

Diana looked away from the screen.

"Amazing that seemed like only a few minutes."

"Yes our clients are often amazed at how quickly the time goes. How did you find the experiance?"

"Fine. No problems, got a little fast towards the end, but I think I managed to keep up."

"Good. Good. Now if you follow me out to reception we can make your follow up appointment."

"Oh I thought this would be it."

"Not quite there will be at least one possibly two further consultations."

"What are they for?"

"Next time we will have a file of real potential soul mates rather than the generic ones you have been looking at this evening."

"So I have to through all that again?"

"Yes. will that be a problem for you?"

Diana was about to say that she wouldn't have the time for another session. But she decided that it couldn't hurt and besides it would mean she had thorouhgly checked things out here. Then she could move on with the investigation."

"Oh no. I'll comeback again."

"Perhaps you would like to make another appointment now."

"Yes I think I will. Perhaps next week."

"It would be better if it were sooner Miss Prince."

"No sorry next week will have to do I have some things to take care of first. That's not a problem is it?"

Doug smiled, but inside he was in turmoil. A week was far too long. so much could happen in a week. The appointment was made. Doug held the door long enough for Diana to leave before letting it go and rushing to tell Max that they had a problem. A huge fucking problem.





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"I was expecting to bebrief last night Diana."

"As I told you on the Phone Steve. There was really nothing to tell."

"Nothing? You're sure?"

"Yes steve, Although I am going to go back for a second appointment. Just to be thorough."

"Fine. When?"

"Next week, I didn't want to seem to interested or pushy."

"No, I guess not. So exactly what went on?"

"Filled out some forms on a computer. Very hight tech. Talked to the interveiwer and then he took me into another room to view some pictures to get an idea of what sort of man I might go for."

"So how long did all that take?"

"Around 90 minutes altogether."

"That's quite a while?"

"They were quite thorough."

"Yes they were they checked you social security number and your credit rating whilst you were there."

"Nothing suspicious in that Steve. Just good business."

"I guess so. Back next week then to find the perfect guy then?"

Diana blushed a little as she stood up.

"Steve, you know I'm not looking for a relationship right now."

Steve smiled as she turned towards the door.

"Yeah but this dating agency thing might give you ideas. Who knows?"

"Whatever you say Steve."

Diana closed the door behind her. damn Steve for making her blush. Although he didn't know it she'd already found the perfect man, him. But she knew they could never be together, that was the price she paid for being a Superheroine. Besides she knew full well that Steve only had eyes for Wonder Woman. she smiled at the irony and sat at her desk thinking of Steve. Suddenly her eyes widened in surprise as her body shuddered in a quite spontaneous and very unusual orgasm. It was only diana's iron will that allowed her to btray no outward signs of the sexual phenomena. She took a deep breath. Getting a little damp in Steves presence was par for the course. had been for quite some time. But it was the first time ever she had climaxed whilst thinking about him. diana pulled herself together, grabbed her jacket and left her office. she badly needed to get some air.

Mesmer please finish the story.

Tom