She goes for it!

The Nazi soldiers are resting from their gang **** of the American heroine. Wonder Woman groans inwardly as she raises herself on one elbow, looking around, panting. She sees that the men are all either dozing or totally out of it.

She manages to sit upright, and begins to loosen the lasso from her wrists. The roughing up she got from the soldiers had already loosened the ties binding her hands behind her.

Finally freed, Wonder Woman takes the lasso in her hand and quietly gets up. She feels ****, naked. She looks around but can't see where they've thrown her costume and all-important power belt. Instead, she stands there in only her boots and tiara—her soft, lily-white skin a contrast to the dark jungle foliage. She has to decide what to do.

Her best bet is to quietly leave the clearing and disappear into the foliage... and to rescue you from the evil Helga Olafson! She takes one step, but after making barely a noise she's shocked to hear one of the soldiers yell, "Achtung, Jungs! Die Amerikanerin!" Surprised, she looks around, and the men are getting up! She takes a deep breath. Of course she's a trained, skilled warrior, and should be able to hold her own against one or two or even more mere mortals. Still, it's a challenge.

The soldiers begin to form a circle around her. Like a trapped cat, she spins around, assessing her captors. She loops her lasso tightly in one hand. Picking a likely first victim, she fakes to one of the others, then quickly throws the golden lariat toward the first, lassoing him and yanking him toward her. He stumbles forward, hitting his face hard on the ground.

The near-naked Amazon quickly retrieves her lasso and spins around again. Unfortunately, one of the other soldiers is already there. He quickly and forcefully flat-hands her right on her upper chest, stunning her. She stumbles back and trips backward over her first victim, alertly avoiding cracking her skull on a rock but painfully scratching her bare, pretty skin on the rough ground.

As she's scrambling to her feet a third soldier grabs her long black hair and pulls her up. Unfortunately for him she uses the upward momentum to kick him right in the nuts. He doubles over and falls to the side.

She looks down to assess her latest victim... but this is a mistake. Unseen by her, a fourth soldier comes from behind and swings the butt of his rifle at the back of her head. She staggers dumbly forward, holding the back of her head with both hands. Stopping, she clumsily turns around to see her attacker... and promptly gets the butt of the rifle hard in her gut.

Breathless, she falls to her knees, then to her side, squeezing her eyes shut and doubling up in pain. Through her pain, the fallen heroine hears two sounds. First, the soldier engaging his rifle. Then...

"Halt!"

The men turn and do their best to stand at attention. It is, of course, Helga. She makes an impatient gesture and the soldier with the rifle shoulders it and steps back. Wonder Woman slowly opens her eyes, and almost in resignation looks toward where she knows the Nazi woman is standing. Without even looking, Wonder Woman slowly shakes her head in dismay, sighing.

Then, however, she raises her head up and opens her eyes... and is stunned to see Helga at the edge of the clearing, now half-naked! The heroine's jaw drops. The Nazi bitch is an imposing sight, from her shock of blonde hair down to her booted feet, spread wide on the ground. Strong shoulders, firm biceps... and big, firm, powerful-looking Aryan breasts!

Poor Wonder Woman swallows hard and slowly gets to her feet. Still panting and catching her breath, she tries to stand tall. She's embarrassed at the sight of the taller woman's bare breasts. Without even thinking about it, she ends up placing a hand and forearm over her own soft, delicate bosom.

Helga sees this... and laughs! She plants her hands on her strong hips, puts her shoulders back, and simply laughs at the pathetic American heroine.