Yet another Wonder Woman classic from Dark One's writings. Now, I like this one a lot more than the last two - not only is there a nice girl-on-girl sex scene, but the M/F sex scene is better done, as well. And as always, I'm a sucker for the ol' "evil/slutty costume switch" trope.
On with the show!
Wonder Woman: Wonder Whore
Re: Wonder Woman: Wonder Whore
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WONDER WOMAN: WONDER WHORE
By Dark One
It was just past ten on a hot July night. Diana Prince was on her way home from an especially long day at work, which had been followed by dinner with a few girlfriends from the office. They'd been celebrating the successful conclusion of a six-month-long spy ring investigation.
"Sweet Hera," she breathed, shaking her head woefully. "I forgot."
Diana had taken a different route home than usual. Streetwalkers had recently began plying their illicit trade on this street. For six blocks, the street was lined with hookers strutting around in stilettos and skimpy outfits. Traffic was slow and fitful as men drove through, looking the whores over and occasionally stopping to negotiate.
A car in front of her stopped. A sweet-looking blonde in red hot-pants, pink halter, and black lace-up knee boots approached it. Diana scowled while the girl bent over and talked to the man inside the car, until the girl turned in a huff and strode back over to a group of hookers. The man hit the gas, and tore out of there angrily.
Diana smiled to see another illicit job being avoided for some unknown reason.
Then another man marched up to the group of laughing whores. He was tall, gaudily attired in blue velvet suit and black silk shirt opened to his navel, and heavily bejeweled. His dirty blonde hair was cut in a mullet and topped with a blue bowler hat.
"Pimp," Diana snarled, blue eyes flashing.
He marched right up to the pretty little blonde and slapped her. She spun around and fell to one knee. The other girls all started shouting and gesturing wildly, but kept at least arm's length from him. He shouted back at them, fists balled and ready for another punch. Then one of the other girls got too close, and got clocked just like the blonde.
Diana couldn't take it anymore. That pimp bastard was whoring those girls off, and beating them with impunity on top of it all. So she gassed it and turned at the next intersection, and turned into the first alley she saw. Stopping her car, she quickly got out and looked around. There was no one to be seen, so she began to spin and concentrated on becoming Wonder Woman. Within seconds, she was enveloped in the Golden Light and felt the Transformation.
Touching the tiara and then her golden girdle, just to be sure, Wonder Woman looked about grimly. She immediately set off down the alley. The pimp was abusing his whores at the end of the intersecting alley. As she reached that intersection of alleys, Wonder Woman heard the scuffle happening out on the sidewalk.
Racing down the alley, she found that the pimp had backed up all the girls. He had the little blonde by the throat and was shaking her, berating her for chasing off another john. She was begging forgiveness and promising not to do it again. He slapped her, and then backhanded her.
"Unhand that girl," Wonder Woman demanded.
"What? Wonder Woman?" the pimp said.
"Oh shit, it is her," a whore said, pointing. "Run Johnny!"
"I ain't running from no damn bitch," Johnny said, eying Wonder Woman narrowly.
"I don't care if you run or not," Wonder Woman said, striding towards him purposefully. "Just release that girl this instant, or else."
"This ain't none of your business, Wonder Bitch," he snapped. "Go away."
"Bitch?" she cried, too incensed by the callous bastard to think straight.
Wonder Woman despised prostitution. Nothing devalued and demeaned women more than that illicit profession did. But pimps were the men she hated the most, for they frequently forced otherwise-good girls into prostitution. They beat, belittled, and brainwashed the girls into thinking they were worthless to the world, but he still loved them. As long as they did what he wanted.
Johnny was still holding the pretty blonde by the neck. So Wonder Woman seized his left shoulder, and squeezed. He released the girl immediately and groaned in pain as she squeezed harder, digging her nails in as well. Then, she threw him all the way back into the alley.
All hell broke loose.
The blonde started screaming in hysteria. The other girls also began crying out in horror and anger. Wonder Woman was shocked, but shook her head and marched in after the fallen pimp. He was watching her with wide eyes as he struggled to regain his feet. She caught him as he scrambled deeper into the alley.
"So you like beating women, do you?" Wonder Woman snarled. She kicked his feet out from under him, and then kicked him in the ribs. "Let me show you what it feels like, pimp."
She seized him by the collar and lifted him to his feet. Wonder Woman slapped him as hard as she could, leaving him dazed and sagging in her grasp.
"Not much fun to be on the receiving end, does it?"
"Leave him alone!" the blonde cried as she raced up. "You big-titted bitch! You horrible, horrible bitch!"
Wonder Woman was taken aback by the verbal assault from a woman she was trying to protect. The other whores were following the blonde's lead, charging her way and shouting insults and threats.
"What's the matter with you? This man is using and abusing you," Wonder Woman said. "I'm giving you a chance to better your lives. Maybe do something useful and good."
"You think we're useless and bad?"
A torrent of insults, threats and other abusive language flew from the mouths of the streetwalkers. They accused her of being abusive, of being a moral prude, of assaulting the pimp without cause. Some even called for her arrest on assault and battery charges.
The pimp stirred, and then punched Wonder Woman in the gut. She released him in surprise, and he scrambled away down the dark alley. His punch hadn't hurt her that much, but before she could pursue him, the blonde leapt onto her back.
"Run Johnny!" she cried.
Seconds later, the other whores rushed in and knocked Wonder Woman off her feet with sheer numbers. They clawed at her face and clothes. Within seconds, her bustier had been pulled down, and her tits had flopped out. When the Amazon gasped and tried to cover herself, a big brunette stepped up, seized her face, and headbutted her between the eyes.
Wonder Woman dropped to one knee, dazed and confused. It was all going horribly wrong. She'd just wanted to help a sister in need. Then the blonde grabbed her raven hair and pulled Wonder Woman onto her back. They all started kicking and stomping on her.
One, two, three hard kicks to the head left Wonder Woman near unconsciousness and sprawled at the whores' feet. Darkness had consumed her sight, but she could still hear fine. Her arms and legs were unresponsive.
"Strip the goodie-two-shoe bitch, Jenny," one whore said.
"I'm with you," the pretty blonde said. "Let's do it."
"Let's teach Ms High and Mighty a lesson she'll not forget," yet another whore said.
Wonder Woman gasped as she felt feminine hands all over her body. First, her golden girdle was removed, stripping her of her super powers. Then her bustier was pulled away, followed quickly by the star-spangled bottoms.
"No, don't do this," Wonder Woman gasped out. "I was just trying to help."
"Well, Wonder Bitch, we're helping ourselves," Jenny said. The pretty blonde grabbed both of Wonder Woman's massive tits and squeezed them hard. "How's that feel, Wonder Tits?"
"Ooooo," Wonder Woman groaned.
"I think she liked it!" another said.
Wonder Woman felt her long legs being pulled wide apart. A delicate, long-nailed finger quickly slid between her pussy lips and found her clitoris.
"Aaaiieee," the Amazing Amazon cried, arching her back.
"Oh, yes, she likes it," Jenny said.
Wonder Woman's vision started to clear. The sexy super heroine looked down between her legs, and found the pretty blonde bent over her pussy. The hooker was fingering the heroine's clit with a hungry look in her green eyes. Then, she stuck her other index finger into her own mouth, wet it with spit, and thrust it deep into Wonder Woman's vagina.
"Oh, Hera!" Wonder Woman cried. "Please don't! I can't take this. It's not right."
"You ain't right, bitch," Jenny said, still finger-fucking her.
Jenny quickly found Wonder Woman's G-spot; and once she did, it took all of the girls to hold down the writhing Amazon. Wonder Woman gasped and bucked, cried out and pleaded for mercy. All to no avail. Soon, though, she felt that sweet rush to climax consuming her powerful body.
"AAAIIIIEEEEE!"
"Ha! Done," Jenny said. "The mighty Amazon has been tamed."
"Yeah, tamed and taught a lesson by mere streetwalkers," another sneered.
"Go away, Wonder Tits, and never show your face here again," Jenny snarled, her face just inches from the Amazon's. "Next time we might not be so nice and sweet."
With that, they each paused to kick her once more, and departed. The super heroine listened to their laughter as they returned to their jobs. Wonder Woman could only lie there and gasp as her overheated body slowly cooled and her quivering belly subsided. Never in her wildest dreams had she believed that anything like this could happen to her.
"Hera, I am defeated," she whispered. "I've been humiliated in the worst way."
Slowly getting to her feet, she teetered atop her tall stilettos for a second. Then she began moving around. She picked up the pieces of her costume, which were scattered about all around her. She donned the shorts first, then the bustier. Finally, she put on the golden girdle, feeling her super powers returning to her battered body.
Wonder Woman sighed wearily, sadly looking back down the alley. She couldn't see any of the hookers, but she could still just barely hear them talking about her. And laughing. Her face burned, and she hung her head in shame. She couldn't do any more to them than beat them senseless, and if she did that, she'd just be lowering herself to their pimp's level. So she headed back to her car.
Back at the car, she looked around to make sure no one was around to see her. Then she began spinning, and was soon consumed by the Golden Light.
Diana Prince got back in her car and left. All she wanted now was a hot shower to clean the "filth" off her body, and to forget the whole thing ever happened.
"Taken down and defeated by a bunch of streetwalkers," she muttered. "I can't believe they humiliated me like that."
None too soon, Diana had parked her car in her reserved spot and locked and set the alarm with her remote. Less than two minutes later, just as she was unlocking her apartment door and turning on the lights, she heard her car alarm go off. She thought she'd heard the sound of a car door closing as well. Hurrying around the corner, she saw her car lights flashing, and the alarm going off, but there was no one around. She looked all around cautiously, but saw no one.
Turning off the alarm, she double-checked her car doors. They were all locked. Shrugging, she set the alarm and waited five minutes. When nothing happened, she returned to her apartment. She found the front door wide open.
"I'm losing it today," she muttered. She didn't remember leaving it open in her rush to her car. "But I'll feel better after a nice hot shower."
After locking the door and then double-checking it, Diana went to her bedroom and stripped out of her dress, pantyhose, and silky underwear. She pinned her long black hair up as she walked to the bathroom. After allowing the water in the shower to heat up, she stepped in and began washing all the filth and humiliation off. It felt great.
"Enough!" a man's voice shouted.
A large hand suddenly reached through the shower curtains and grabbed her by the upper arm. Diana, still dripping-wet, was yanked out of the shower and hurled against the wall. Her head snapped back and bounced off the wall, leaving her dazed and woozy.
"What? Who?" Diana gasped groggily. Then she saw the face grinning viciously at her. "The pimp? Johnny?"
"That's right, Wonder Woman," Johnny said. "Ha! I know the secret identity of Wonder Woman now."
Diana panicked. Injured and dazed, she'd made a fatal mistake just then. She'd called him by name, when Diana Prince had no reason to know his name. Only Wonder Woman would know him.
"Wait, you don't understand," she said.
"Oh, but I do, Sweet Tits," Johnny said. He moved up close, pressing up against her and forcing her back into the wall. "I watched as Wonder Woman spun around in the alley and became you. I was in the back seat, not realizing it was Wonder Woman's car. And, will WONDERS never cease, but Wonder Woman drove me straight to her own home. And left the front door wide open to invite me inside."
Diana could only stare up into his triumphant face in shock. No words came to her. She was discovered and ruined. Johnny had reason to destroy her, and she knew he would tell anyone who would listen. And she knew her life as Diana Prince wouldn't be able to stand the scrutiny.
"You can't tell anyone. I'll be ruined," she gasped, not even bothering to argue the point. It was useless and she knew it. He had her. "Please."
"Oh, look how sweet Wonder Tits is now that ole Johnny's got the drop on her," he said, grinning. Then he wrapped his arms around her wet shoulders. "Gimme a kiss, sweetie."
She could only gawk up at him, open-mouthed, as he bent in for his kiss. The kiss proved long and demanding. Despite herself, she rather liked it. It was a manly kiss.
Out of the blue, Johnny punched her in the stomach. Diana doubled up and gasped for breath. Without her golden girdle, she was just a normal woman, and susceptible to abuse by evil men.
I have to turn into Wonder Woman, she thought.
It wouldn't matter if he saw her do it again. He already knew. But as Wonder Woman, she'd have her golden lasso. With the lasso's power, she could make him go away and forget everything he saw and knew about her. Also, she could change his evil ways and put him on the path of being a good, productive citizen.
"You be good and I won't hurt you," Johnny said. "I don't like hurting you. But when you're bad I have to teach you a lesson, for your own good. I do it because I care."
"Okay," Diana gasped as she slowly straightened before him.
I bet you say that to all your whores, you lying bastard pimp, she thought. The sad thing is, I think they believe you.
"Good girl," Johnny said. He stepped back and pointed out the bathroom door. "We're going to bed and you're going to show me what you know. You better be at least as good in bed as you are beautiful, or else."
Diana pretended to be afraid, and put on a show of swallowing hard and nodding with fear-filled eyes. But deep down, she was already relishing the look he'd have on his face when she turned back into Wonder Woman. Then she would show him "or else".
Johnny pushed her toward the door. Diana led the way out of the bathroom. As she walked, he reached up and pulled the pins out of her hair. Her gorgeous mane tumbled down in silken black waves across her milky shoulders and flowed silkily down her back.
"Get undressed and into bed," she said. "And I'll dance for you."
Diana didn't want to get into bed and wait for him. By the time she got out of bed to spin, he could reach her. Coming out of the Golden Light was a vulnerable time for the Amazon, and she didn't want to get taken off-guard again. Twice in one day was too many times already.
"Undress me," he demanded.
When she swallowed hard this time, it was necessary. But Diana did as ordered, while deep down, her fury burned brighter. While she unbuttoned his shirt, he fondled her wet, naked breasts. She got him out of his suit jacket and silk shirt quickly. Then, she had to kneel before Johnny to unfasten his slacks. The slacks easily fell to his ankles, and he stepped out of them. Diana then untied his shoes and helped him out of them and his socks. Last, but not least, she pulled his boxers down to his ankles.
His cock was rock-hard and huge. Easily ten inches, and thicker than any cock she'd ever heard about. The Gods of Olympus didn't have cocks like that.
"Kiss it."
Diana took a deep breath and rose up on her knees. She pressed her ruby lips to the dark purple dick head. She lingered in that kiss, and then pulled back and cut her eyes up to his face shyly. Johnny smiled with wicked glee and nodded.
"Good girl," he said. "Now suck it."
A chill shook Diana. She knew it would come to that. Diana had so hoped she could avoid having sexual relations with the depraved pimp. But now she had no choice.
Her hot, pink tongue darted out and moistened her ruby lips as she eyed his massive cock. She took a deep breath and parted her lips slowly. She grabbed the dick in both hands, and saw lots of dick still sticking out the end. Then, she guided it into her ready mouth, which was watering with anticipation. Diana ignored the thick urine stench, tried to put it out of her mind. She wondered when he'd last washed it just before her tongue reached out to touch it first. With her tongue, she guided him inside and sucked in half his length right off.
"Mmmmm," she groaned involuntarily.
"Like that, do you?" he said, laughing. "Then suck in all in, Wonder Babe."
Starting a pumping motion, Diana began sucking the pimp off with conviction. If she was going to suck and fuck the stinking dog, then she'd do it right and get it over with as quickly as possible. She did everything she could imagine a man might like. Soon, he began giving her instructions. Within a few minutes, he suddenly started gasping, and his pumping became jerky. Then he thrust his cock to the back of her throat, and she felt hot, sticky cum gush out the end of it.
Diana swallowed and swallowed, taking in every drop without losing any. He praised her talent and ordered her into bed. She crawled up and onto her own bed and waited for him there. Johnny paused to look her over hungrily, then crawled in beside her. He immediately started sucking on her gigantic tits.
Johnny squeezed and weighed her massive mammaries in both hands, and then started sucking hard on her left nipple. Meanwhile, he pinched and rolled her other nipple between two fingers, making that nipple ache and grow. It was soon engorged and hypersensitive. So he started sucking on that as well.
"Oyyeee," she cried. "Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhh."
The pimp had his way with her tits for a good hour before he tired of it. Diana silently thanked Hera when he stopped, for she was close to going over the edge with his activities. Another five minutes and she would've climaxed. Thank Hera she had been spared that humiliation.
Johnny rolled on top of her. Diana knew what he wanted, and spread her legs wide. He slipped between those mile-long, satin skinned legs and started kissing his way down her rock-hard belly. Diana was confused at first, for she'd thought that he would mount right away and spend the next two or three minutes grunting his lust atop her while ravaging her virtue. But he had other plans.
"Oh! OH! OH!" she cried.
Johnny's talented tongue quickly found her pussy, and then pushed inside to find her clit. He attacked that clit with enthusiasm. His tongue and lips quickly had Diana gasping and clutching his shoulders, her long red nails buried in his flesh. She ground her hips and thrust her pussy hard into the pimp's face, as Johnny's relentless tongue and lips did their magic.
"Sweet Hera! Oh, my goddess!" she cried, eyes wide in shock. "I've never felt like this. Oh, Johnny, I'm a virgin! Please be gentle. Oh! Ohhhhhh!"
"Virgin, huh? Sweet," he said, and plunged back in.
He sucked on her clitoris real hard. Diana's back arched. She seized his hair in both hands and pulled him in harder. It was too intense, but too good to stop. She was beside herself. How to make him stop? How to make it last forever? How would she survive? Insane questions filled her nearly shattered mind. Then, she was incapable of thought.
"I'm cumming! Oooooo, aaaaiiiieeee!" she cried, starting to buck. "Oh, Hera, I'm cummmmmmmming."
Diana felt the orgasm roll through her belly, and back again. It shattered her will and left her gasping for breath and mercy. Johnny laughed and moved up a bit. She felt his hard cock flop onto her lower belly, just above her close-cropped, bikini-waxed pubic patch.
"Oh. More?" she gasped. "I can't take any more, Johnny."
"You're going to take it and you're going to like it, bitch," he said.
Johnny mounted Diana. He pushed his ten-inch rod right up to her intact hymen. She gasped and clutched at his sides, just above his waist.
"Mercy," she gasped weakly. "Hera, mercy."
"Here's my mercy, Wonder Bitch," Johnny said, and thrust hard. The hymen held, so he thrust again and put his weight behind it. The hymen tore, and Johnny slammed deep into her most sacred place. Diana's fragile mind reeled with the implications. What if she got pregnant? After tonight, could she ever hold her head up high and don the Wonder Woman costume again? Would she have to return to Paradise Island in defeat? Or would Johnny know complete victory and lead her away into shameful and demeaning prostitution? "You are now deflowered."
Soon, the pain faded, and Diana felt the pleasure building. It was growing faster this time. The deeper he thrust, the greater her pleasure. She couldn't believe how wonderful having a man deep inside her like that felt. Diana tried to fight the erotic feelings of pleasure, but it was so hard. And Johnny was so good.
"Oh, my sweet goddess," Diana gasped. "Why me? Hera, save me!"
That sweet tingle turned into the mad rush to climax. She arched her back and shook her head back and forth, trying to stop it, but it battered down her defenses just as easily as Johnny had ripped through her virtue and deflowered her.
"Uhhhhgggggg," she cried. "I'm cumming again."
"Yes you are," Johnny said triumphantly. "And here I cum too!"
The feel of his hard cock convulsing inside her sent Diana over the edge again. Then the feel of his jizm proved the icing on the cake. She cried out and clawed his back. Her toes pointed at the ceiling, and she screamed and screamed and screamed.
Once Johnny had been milked of every drop of jizm, he collapsed on top of her and lay there, panting. Diana gasped for air beneath him, sprawled out spread-eagle like the whore she felt like. After five minutes, Johnny locked eyes with her and smiled.
"Now dance for me."
She waited for Johnny to roll off of her, and saw him leaning back on the pillows with his hands laced together behind his head. He looked very smug and victorious.
The raven-maned beauty crawled off the bed, her belly still quaking and her legs wobbly. It took her a moment to be comfortable standing. Then, Diana started to dance. She had no idea how a stripper danced, so she was lost on ideas for dancing erotically. Mostly, Diana shook her perfect, globular breasts at him and swiveled her hips a lot. Finally, after about five minutes, he looked engrossed and relaxed, so she figured it was time to alter the balance of power.
Diana spun and concentrated on the Transformation. The Golden Light enveloped her for mere seconds before she emerged as Wonder Woman. Instinctively, she reached up to touch the tiara, and then checked for the golden girdle. But when she looked up at the bed, Johnny was already streaking at her headfirst.
"Uhpphhh!" Wonder Woman cried as Johnny's head connected with her belly.
All the wind exploded out of her lungs. Then she slammed into the wall. Johnny was on his feet in front of her. He punched her in the gut again, and then laid a right cross across her chin than spun her around. Wonder Woman dropped to her knees, gasping for breath and shaking her head to clear the fog.
Johnny reached down to the small of her back and unfastened the golden girdle. A second later, he pulled it away from her body. She felt her super powers flow out of her body.
"Hera! Not again!"
"Sweet," Johnny said.
Wonder Woman fell to her butt and turned to face him. In horror, she watched as he removed the golden lasso and shook it out. Her heart froze. He knew! He knew everything!
"Hera, save me!"
"Ain't no one going to save you, Wonder Tits."
Still gasping for breath, Wonder Woman was weak and slow. She tried to roll to her feet and make a run for the door. But Johnny was faster. He slammed her into the wall less than halfway to the door. A hard punch to her kidneys left her gasping and clawing at the wall.
"As much fun as it is to beat and fuck Wonder Woman, I tire of the preliminaries," Johnny said. He lifted the golden lasso and grinned evilly. "Time to get down to business, Wonder Woman. Then it'll be time to put your sweet round ass to work."
"No! I can't be a hooker! I'm Wonder Woman. Don't you understand? I'm a role model for young women and girls the world over," she said, pleading. "I'm an example of what's right and good in the world. You can't corrupt that."
"Sure I can."
The Amazing Amazon spotted her golden lasso tossed in a corner, jumped to her feet, and lunged for it. Johnny realized what she was going for instantly, and charged her. She got within two feet of the golden girdle before Johnny tackled her. She was carried onto the bed by the force of his body hitting hers. And they tumbled on the bed together.
Wonder Woman made a play for the lasso. If she could wrap Johnny within even one of its coils, then she would be triumphant. Likewise, the reverse was equally true. So they both struggled in vicious desperation for several minutes, kicking, biting, clawing. Then Johnny headbutted her, and her limbs went weak as the world began to spin.
In seconds, Wonder Woman felt the golden lasso looped around her shoulders, across her tits, and pulled tight.
"Oh!"
"Do not struggle, Wonder Woman."
She froze in place.
"You belong to me. Understand?"
"Yes. I belong to you."
Johnny laughed with joy and looped the lasso around her several more times. Wonder Woman gasped and blinked in astonishment with each loop. She couldn't believe what was happening. She had been defeated in the most incomprehensible manner imaginable. Caught by a ruthless pimp!
"Are you Wonder Woman?"
"Yes."
"Are you also Diana Prince?"
"Yes."
"Do you have any other identities?"
"I am Princess Diana of Paradise Island, a Princess of the Amazons."
"Sweet. And the golden belt is the source of your powers, right?"
"Yes, without the belt I am no stronger than a normal woman."
"And this gold rope has the power to make you obey my every command?"
"Yes."
"If I command you to be my devoted slave and whore, then you will obey even after I remove the rope, right?"
"That is right. I will obey all of your commands. I will become anyone you command me to be, and feel anything you command me to feel whether the rope is on me or not afterwards. You can even command me to remember or forget anything you say, while still obeying the command."
Johnny considered her words a long moment while she waited in fear and disgust. The golden lasso had forced her to give even more comprehensive answers than she'd thought his question warranted. But she couldn't deny the lasso's power. Now he knew everything and she probably would never escape this vile, depraved man or his debauchery and illicit plans for her.
"Okay, Wonder Woman, listen closely and obey my commands," Johnny said at length. "You are my slave and totally consumed with pleasing me. You will do anything I ask, whether compelled by the rope or not. You will joyfully whore yourself off for me, and enjoy having sex with anyone who hires you or I tell you to fuck. You will never try to escape, and will attack anyone who tries to rescue you. Understand?"
"I understand and obey."
He pulled her off the bed and removed the lasso. Tossing the lasso atop the discarded golden girdle in the corner of the bedroom, he hopped onto the bed and sprawled out comfortably. Then he looked over his own personal Wonder Woman with lusty relish.
"Dance for me, Wonder Tits. Dance erotically while doing a slow strip. Then I want you to crawl up on top of me and fuck the bejesus out of me."
Wonder Woman smiled with a sultry face and began to dance.
# # #
The next day was busy. Diana Prince resigned from her job first thing. She emptied her savings account and checking account. Then, Johnny took her shopping. Diana bought stiletto-heeled pumps, sandals, and boots in every color of the rainbow. She bought a closet full of the slinkiest, tightest, shortest low-cut dresses they could find. Then they visited a lingerie shop and bought the trashiest bustiers, crotchless panties, garter belts, and hoses there.
At four o'clock that afternoon, Johnny took Diana to meet with the rest of his girls. By then, Diana was wearing a skintight, hot pink micro-mini dress, black fishnet stockings and garter belt, and hot pink stiletto granny boots that laced up the front. Her wrists, neck, and ears were all dripping with silver jewelry. Johnny had her wearing her waist-length black hair down and loose.
"Whoa, doggie!" Jenny cried. "Who's the new girl, Johnny?"
"Lordie," a shapely black girl said, eyes wide. "She's the prettiest girl you've brought out in a long time."
Diana smiled sweetly and held Johnny's arm tightly. He introduced her as Diana Prince. After they'd all hugged and said their niceties, he dropped the bombshell.
"You girls probably remember her from last night," he said. They all looked at him curiously. "You remember our little encounter with Wonder Woman?"
"Yes," Jenny said cautiously. "What's that go to do with Diana?"
"I followed Wonder Woman home last night," he said. Their eyes all grew wide. First Jenny, and then a couple of the others, looked at Diana with shocked recognition. "Diana is Wonder Woman's secret identity. Well, to make a long story short, I tamed the once-mighty, goodie-two-shoes Wonder Woman and made her my bitch. She starts work tonight. Jenny, I want you to train her good."
"With pleasure!" Jenny said, eyes flashing in wicked pleasure.
"Here comes your first trick, Diana," Johnny said, pointing at a Buick cruising up slowly. There was a fat businessman behind the wheel, staring holes through the assembled girls. "Go with Jenny and learn how it's done."
Jenny, who was wearing a black mini and studded halter, with red thigh boots and a red dog collar, strutted up to the curb and flagged the car down. Diana followed her obediently, listening carefully to the quick negotiation. Then Jenny informed the john that Diana was in training, and would come along for free. So he would get two girls for the price of one. Of course, he agreed eagerly.
Diana slipped into the Buick's front seat first, and snuggled up against the businessman. Jenny sat next to the door, closed it, and directed the man to the nearest motel. Soon they were all inside and all naked.
Jenny played director and made Diana do all the work, but Diana didn't care. When that fat bastard exploded in her mouth, she was overcome with an orgasm, for she knew in her heart that she'd pleased her Johnny. He would be so proud of her.
THE END
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WONDER WOMAN: WONDER WHORE
By Dark One
It was just past ten on a hot July night. Diana Prince was on her way home from an especially long day at work, which had been followed by dinner with a few girlfriends from the office. They'd been celebrating the successful conclusion of a six-month-long spy ring investigation.
"Sweet Hera," she breathed, shaking her head woefully. "I forgot."
Diana had taken a different route home than usual. Streetwalkers had recently began plying their illicit trade on this street. For six blocks, the street was lined with hookers strutting around in stilettos and skimpy outfits. Traffic was slow and fitful as men drove through, looking the whores over and occasionally stopping to negotiate.
A car in front of her stopped. A sweet-looking blonde in red hot-pants, pink halter, and black lace-up knee boots approached it. Diana scowled while the girl bent over and talked to the man inside the car, until the girl turned in a huff and strode back over to a group of hookers. The man hit the gas, and tore out of there angrily.
Diana smiled to see another illicit job being avoided for some unknown reason.
Then another man marched up to the group of laughing whores. He was tall, gaudily attired in blue velvet suit and black silk shirt opened to his navel, and heavily bejeweled. His dirty blonde hair was cut in a mullet and topped with a blue bowler hat.
"Pimp," Diana snarled, blue eyes flashing.
He marched right up to the pretty little blonde and slapped her. She spun around and fell to one knee. The other girls all started shouting and gesturing wildly, but kept at least arm's length from him. He shouted back at them, fists balled and ready for another punch. Then one of the other girls got too close, and got clocked just like the blonde.
Diana couldn't take it anymore. That pimp bastard was whoring those girls off, and beating them with impunity on top of it all. So she gassed it and turned at the next intersection, and turned into the first alley she saw. Stopping her car, she quickly got out and looked around. There was no one to be seen, so she began to spin and concentrated on becoming Wonder Woman. Within seconds, she was enveloped in the Golden Light and felt the Transformation.
Touching the tiara and then her golden girdle, just to be sure, Wonder Woman looked about grimly. She immediately set off down the alley. The pimp was abusing his whores at the end of the intersecting alley. As she reached that intersection of alleys, Wonder Woman heard the scuffle happening out on the sidewalk.
Racing down the alley, she found that the pimp had backed up all the girls. He had the little blonde by the throat and was shaking her, berating her for chasing off another john. She was begging forgiveness and promising not to do it again. He slapped her, and then backhanded her.
"Unhand that girl," Wonder Woman demanded.
"What? Wonder Woman?" the pimp said.
"Oh shit, it is her," a whore said, pointing. "Run Johnny!"
"I ain't running from no damn bitch," Johnny said, eying Wonder Woman narrowly.
"I don't care if you run or not," Wonder Woman said, striding towards him purposefully. "Just release that girl this instant, or else."
"This ain't none of your business, Wonder Bitch," he snapped. "Go away."
"Bitch?" she cried, too incensed by the callous bastard to think straight.
Wonder Woman despised prostitution. Nothing devalued and demeaned women more than that illicit profession did. But pimps were the men she hated the most, for they frequently forced otherwise-good girls into prostitution. They beat, belittled, and brainwashed the girls into thinking they were worthless to the world, but he still loved them. As long as they did what he wanted.
Johnny was still holding the pretty blonde by the neck. So Wonder Woman seized his left shoulder, and squeezed. He released the girl immediately and groaned in pain as she squeezed harder, digging her nails in as well. Then, she threw him all the way back into the alley.
All hell broke loose.
The blonde started screaming in hysteria. The other girls also began crying out in horror and anger. Wonder Woman was shocked, but shook her head and marched in after the fallen pimp. He was watching her with wide eyes as he struggled to regain his feet. She caught him as he scrambled deeper into the alley.
"So you like beating women, do you?" Wonder Woman snarled. She kicked his feet out from under him, and then kicked him in the ribs. "Let me show you what it feels like, pimp."
She seized him by the collar and lifted him to his feet. Wonder Woman slapped him as hard as she could, leaving him dazed and sagging in her grasp.
"Not much fun to be on the receiving end, does it?"
"Leave him alone!" the blonde cried as she raced up. "You big-titted bitch! You horrible, horrible bitch!"
Wonder Woman was taken aback by the verbal assault from a woman she was trying to protect. The other whores were following the blonde's lead, charging her way and shouting insults and threats.
"What's the matter with you? This man is using and abusing you," Wonder Woman said. "I'm giving you a chance to better your lives. Maybe do something useful and good."
"You think we're useless and bad?"
A torrent of insults, threats and other abusive language flew from the mouths of the streetwalkers. They accused her of being abusive, of being a moral prude, of assaulting the pimp without cause. Some even called for her arrest on assault and battery charges.
The pimp stirred, and then punched Wonder Woman in the gut. She released him in surprise, and he scrambled away down the dark alley. His punch hadn't hurt her that much, but before she could pursue him, the blonde leapt onto her back.
"Run Johnny!" she cried.
Seconds later, the other whores rushed in and knocked Wonder Woman off her feet with sheer numbers. They clawed at her face and clothes. Within seconds, her bustier had been pulled down, and her tits had flopped out. When the Amazon gasped and tried to cover herself, a big brunette stepped up, seized her face, and headbutted her between the eyes.
Wonder Woman dropped to one knee, dazed and confused. It was all going horribly wrong. She'd just wanted to help a sister in need. Then the blonde grabbed her raven hair and pulled Wonder Woman onto her back. They all started kicking and stomping on her.
One, two, three hard kicks to the head left Wonder Woman near unconsciousness and sprawled at the whores' feet. Darkness had consumed her sight, but she could still hear fine. Her arms and legs were unresponsive.
"Strip the goodie-two-shoe bitch, Jenny," one whore said.
"I'm with you," the pretty blonde said. "Let's do it."
"Let's teach Ms High and Mighty a lesson she'll not forget," yet another whore said.
Wonder Woman gasped as she felt feminine hands all over her body. First, her golden girdle was removed, stripping her of her super powers. Then her bustier was pulled away, followed quickly by the star-spangled bottoms.
"No, don't do this," Wonder Woman gasped out. "I was just trying to help."
"Well, Wonder Bitch, we're helping ourselves," Jenny said. The pretty blonde grabbed both of Wonder Woman's massive tits and squeezed them hard. "How's that feel, Wonder Tits?"
"Ooooo," Wonder Woman groaned.
"I think she liked it!" another said.
Wonder Woman felt her long legs being pulled wide apart. A delicate, long-nailed finger quickly slid between her pussy lips and found her clitoris.
"Aaaiieee," the Amazing Amazon cried, arching her back.
"Oh, yes, she likes it," Jenny said.
Wonder Woman's vision started to clear. The sexy super heroine looked down between her legs, and found the pretty blonde bent over her pussy. The hooker was fingering the heroine's clit with a hungry look in her green eyes. Then, she stuck her other index finger into her own mouth, wet it with spit, and thrust it deep into Wonder Woman's vagina.
"Oh, Hera!" Wonder Woman cried. "Please don't! I can't take this. It's not right."
"You ain't right, bitch," Jenny said, still finger-fucking her.
Jenny quickly found Wonder Woman's G-spot; and once she did, it took all of the girls to hold down the writhing Amazon. Wonder Woman gasped and bucked, cried out and pleaded for mercy. All to no avail. Soon, though, she felt that sweet rush to climax consuming her powerful body.
"AAAIIIIEEEEE!"
"Ha! Done," Jenny said. "The mighty Amazon has been tamed."
"Yeah, tamed and taught a lesson by mere streetwalkers," another sneered.
"Go away, Wonder Tits, and never show your face here again," Jenny snarled, her face just inches from the Amazon's. "Next time we might not be so nice and sweet."
With that, they each paused to kick her once more, and departed. The super heroine listened to their laughter as they returned to their jobs. Wonder Woman could only lie there and gasp as her overheated body slowly cooled and her quivering belly subsided. Never in her wildest dreams had she believed that anything like this could happen to her.
"Hera, I am defeated," she whispered. "I've been humiliated in the worst way."
Slowly getting to her feet, she teetered atop her tall stilettos for a second. Then she began moving around. She picked up the pieces of her costume, which were scattered about all around her. She donned the shorts first, then the bustier. Finally, she put on the golden girdle, feeling her super powers returning to her battered body.
Wonder Woman sighed wearily, sadly looking back down the alley. She couldn't see any of the hookers, but she could still just barely hear them talking about her. And laughing. Her face burned, and she hung her head in shame. She couldn't do any more to them than beat them senseless, and if she did that, she'd just be lowering herself to their pimp's level. So she headed back to her car.
Back at the car, she looked around to make sure no one was around to see her. Then she began spinning, and was soon consumed by the Golden Light.
Diana Prince got back in her car and left. All she wanted now was a hot shower to clean the "filth" off her body, and to forget the whole thing ever happened.
"Taken down and defeated by a bunch of streetwalkers," she muttered. "I can't believe they humiliated me like that."
None too soon, Diana had parked her car in her reserved spot and locked and set the alarm with her remote. Less than two minutes later, just as she was unlocking her apartment door and turning on the lights, she heard her car alarm go off. She thought she'd heard the sound of a car door closing as well. Hurrying around the corner, she saw her car lights flashing, and the alarm going off, but there was no one around. She looked all around cautiously, but saw no one.
Turning off the alarm, she double-checked her car doors. They were all locked. Shrugging, she set the alarm and waited five minutes. When nothing happened, she returned to her apartment. She found the front door wide open.
"I'm losing it today," she muttered. She didn't remember leaving it open in her rush to her car. "But I'll feel better after a nice hot shower."
After locking the door and then double-checking it, Diana went to her bedroom and stripped out of her dress, pantyhose, and silky underwear. She pinned her long black hair up as she walked to the bathroom. After allowing the water in the shower to heat up, she stepped in and began washing all the filth and humiliation off. It felt great.
"Enough!" a man's voice shouted.
A large hand suddenly reached through the shower curtains and grabbed her by the upper arm. Diana, still dripping-wet, was yanked out of the shower and hurled against the wall. Her head snapped back and bounced off the wall, leaving her dazed and woozy.
"What? Who?" Diana gasped groggily. Then she saw the face grinning viciously at her. "The pimp? Johnny?"
"That's right, Wonder Woman," Johnny said. "Ha! I know the secret identity of Wonder Woman now."
Diana panicked. Injured and dazed, she'd made a fatal mistake just then. She'd called him by name, when Diana Prince had no reason to know his name. Only Wonder Woman would know him.
"Wait, you don't understand," she said.
"Oh, but I do, Sweet Tits," Johnny said. He moved up close, pressing up against her and forcing her back into the wall. "I watched as Wonder Woman spun around in the alley and became you. I was in the back seat, not realizing it was Wonder Woman's car. And, will WONDERS never cease, but Wonder Woman drove me straight to her own home. And left the front door wide open to invite me inside."
Diana could only stare up into his triumphant face in shock. No words came to her. She was discovered and ruined. Johnny had reason to destroy her, and she knew he would tell anyone who would listen. And she knew her life as Diana Prince wouldn't be able to stand the scrutiny.
"You can't tell anyone. I'll be ruined," she gasped, not even bothering to argue the point. It was useless and she knew it. He had her. "Please."
"Oh, look how sweet Wonder Tits is now that ole Johnny's got the drop on her," he said, grinning. Then he wrapped his arms around her wet shoulders. "Gimme a kiss, sweetie."
She could only gawk up at him, open-mouthed, as he bent in for his kiss. The kiss proved long and demanding. Despite herself, she rather liked it. It was a manly kiss.
Out of the blue, Johnny punched her in the stomach. Diana doubled up and gasped for breath. Without her golden girdle, she was just a normal woman, and susceptible to abuse by evil men.
I have to turn into Wonder Woman, she thought.
It wouldn't matter if he saw her do it again. He already knew. But as Wonder Woman, she'd have her golden lasso. With the lasso's power, she could make him go away and forget everything he saw and knew about her. Also, she could change his evil ways and put him on the path of being a good, productive citizen.
"You be good and I won't hurt you," Johnny said. "I don't like hurting you. But when you're bad I have to teach you a lesson, for your own good. I do it because I care."
"Okay," Diana gasped as she slowly straightened before him.
I bet you say that to all your whores, you lying bastard pimp, she thought. The sad thing is, I think they believe you.
"Good girl," Johnny said. He stepped back and pointed out the bathroom door. "We're going to bed and you're going to show me what you know. You better be at least as good in bed as you are beautiful, or else."
Diana pretended to be afraid, and put on a show of swallowing hard and nodding with fear-filled eyes. But deep down, she was already relishing the look he'd have on his face when she turned back into Wonder Woman. Then she would show him "or else".
Johnny pushed her toward the door. Diana led the way out of the bathroom. As she walked, he reached up and pulled the pins out of her hair. Her gorgeous mane tumbled down in silken black waves across her milky shoulders and flowed silkily down her back.
"Get undressed and into bed," she said. "And I'll dance for you."
Diana didn't want to get into bed and wait for him. By the time she got out of bed to spin, he could reach her. Coming out of the Golden Light was a vulnerable time for the Amazon, and she didn't want to get taken off-guard again. Twice in one day was too many times already.
"Undress me," he demanded.
When she swallowed hard this time, it was necessary. But Diana did as ordered, while deep down, her fury burned brighter. While she unbuttoned his shirt, he fondled her wet, naked breasts. She got him out of his suit jacket and silk shirt quickly. Then, she had to kneel before Johnny to unfasten his slacks. The slacks easily fell to his ankles, and he stepped out of them. Diana then untied his shoes and helped him out of them and his socks. Last, but not least, she pulled his boxers down to his ankles.
His cock was rock-hard and huge. Easily ten inches, and thicker than any cock she'd ever heard about. The Gods of Olympus didn't have cocks like that.
"Kiss it."
Diana took a deep breath and rose up on her knees. She pressed her ruby lips to the dark purple dick head. She lingered in that kiss, and then pulled back and cut her eyes up to his face shyly. Johnny smiled with wicked glee and nodded.
"Good girl," he said. "Now suck it."
A chill shook Diana. She knew it would come to that. Diana had so hoped she could avoid having sexual relations with the depraved pimp. But now she had no choice.
Her hot, pink tongue darted out and moistened her ruby lips as she eyed his massive cock. She took a deep breath and parted her lips slowly. She grabbed the dick in both hands, and saw lots of dick still sticking out the end. Then, she guided it into her ready mouth, which was watering with anticipation. Diana ignored the thick urine stench, tried to put it out of her mind. She wondered when he'd last washed it just before her tongue reached out to touch it first. With her tongue, she guided him inside and sucked in half his length right off.
"Mmmmm," she groaned involuntarily.
"Like that, do you?" he said, laughing. "Then suck in all in, Wonder Babe."
Starting a pumping motion, Diana began sucking the pimp off with conviction. If she was going to suck and fuck the stinking dog, then she'd do it right and get it over with as quickly as possible. She did everything she could imagine a man might like. Soon, he began giving her instructions. Within a few minutes, he suddenly started gasping, and his pumping became jerky. Then he thrust his cock to the back of her throat, and she felt hot, sticky cum gush out the end of it.
Diana swallowed and swallowed, taking in every drop without losing any. He praised her talent and ordered her into bed. She crawled up and onto her own bed and waited for him there. Johnny paused to look her over hungrily, then crawled in beside her. He immediately started sucking on her gigantic tits.
Johnny squeezed and weighed her massive mammaries in both hands, and then started sucking hard on her left nipple. Meanwhile, he pinched and rolled her other nipple between two fingers, making that nipple ache and grow. It was soon engorged and hypersensitive. So he started sucking on that as well.
"Oyyeee," she cried. "Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhh."
The pimp had his way with her tits for a good hour before he tired of it. Diana silently thanked Hera when he stopped, for she was close to going over the edge with his activities. Another five minutes and she would've climaxed. Thank Hera she had been spared that humiliation.
Johnny rolled on top of her. Diana knew what he wanted, and spread her legs wide. He slipped between those mile-long, satin skinned legs and started kissing his way down her rock-hard belly. Diana was confused at first, for she'd thought that he would mount right away and spend the next two or three minutes grunting his lust atop her while ravaging her virtue. But he had other plans.
"Oh! OH! OH!" she cried.
Johnny's talented tongue quickly found her pussy, and then pushed inside to find her clit. He attacked that clit with enthusiasm. His tongue and lips quickly had Diana gasping and clutching his shoulders, her long red nails buried in his flesh. She ground her hips and thrust her pussy hard into the pimp's face, as Johnny's relentless tongue and lips did their magic.
"Sweet Hera! Oh, my goddess!" she cried, eyes wide in shock. "I've never felt like this. Oh, Johnny, I'm a virgin! Please be gentle. Oh! Ohhhhhh!"
"Virgin, huh? Sweet," he said, and plunged back in.
He sucked on her clitoris real hard. Diana's back arched. She seized his hair in both hands and pulled him in harder. It was too intense, but too good to stop. She was beside herself. How to make him stop? How to make it last forever? How would she survive? Insane questions filled her nearly shattered mind. Then, she was incapable of thought.
"I'm cumming! Oooooo, aaaaiiiieeee!" she cried, starting to buck. "Oh, Hera, I'm cummmmmmmming."
Diana felt the orgasm roll through her belly, and back again. It shattered her will and left her gasping for breath and mercy. Johnny laughed and moved up a bit. She felt his hard cock flop onto her lower belly, just above her close-cropped, bikini-waxed pubic patch.
"Oh. More?" she gasped. "I can't take any more, Johnny."
"You're going to take it and you're going to like it, bitch," he said.
Johnny mounted Diana. He pushed his ten-inch rod right up to her intact hymen. She gasped and clutched at his sides, just above his waist.
"Mercy," she gasped weakly. "Hera, mercy."
"Here's my mercy, Wonder Bitch," Johnny said, and thrust hard. The hymen held, so he thrust again and put his weight behind it. The hymen tore, and Johnny slammed deep into her most sacred place. Diana's fragile mind reeled with the implications. What if she got pregnant? After tonight, could she ever hold her head up high and don the Wonder Woman costume again? Would she have to return to Paradise Island in defeat? Or would Johnny know complete victory and lead her away into shameful and demeaning prostitution? "You are now deflowered."
Soon, the pain faded, and Diana felt the pleasure building. It was growing faster this time. The deeper he thrust, the greater her pleasure. She couldn't believe how wonderful having a man deep inside her like that felt. Diana tried to fight the erotic feelings of pleasure, but it was so hard. And Johnny was so good.
"Oh, my sweet goddess," Diana gasped. "Why me? Hera, save me!"
That sweet tingle turned into the mad rush to climax. She arched her back and shook her head back and forth, trying to stop it, but it battered down her defenses just as easily as Johnny had ripped through her virtue and deflowered her.
"Uhhhhgggggg," she cried. "I'm cumming again."
"Yes you are," Johnny said triumphantly. "And here I cum too!"
The feel of his hard cock convulsing inside her sent Diana over the edge again. Then the feel of his jizm proved the icing on the cake. She cried out and clawed his back. Her toes pointed at the ceiling, and she screamed and screamed and screamed.
Once Johnny had been milked of every drop of jizm, he collapsed on top of her and lay there, panting. Diana gasped for air beneath him, sprawled out spread-eagle like the whore she felt like. After five minutes, Johnny locked eyes with her and smiled.
"Now dance for me."
She waited for Johnny to roll off of her, and saw him leaning back on the pillows with his hands laced together behind his head. He looked very smug and victorious.
The raven-maned beauty crawled off the bed, her belly still quaking and her legs wobbly. It took her a moment to be comfortable standing. Then, Diana started to dance. She had no idea how a stripper danced, so she was lost on ideas for dancing erotically. Mostly, Diana shook her perfect, globular breasts at him and swiveled her hips a lot. Finally, after about five minutes, he looked engrossed and relaxed, so she figured it was time to alter the balance of power.
Diana spun and concentrated on the Transformation. The Golden Light enveloped her for mere seconds before she emerged as Wonder Woman. Instinctively, she reached up to touch the tiara, and then checked for the golden girdle. But when she looked up at the bed, Johnny was already streaking at her headfirst.
"Uhpphhh!" Wonder Woman cried as Johnny's head connected with her belly.
All the wind exploded out of her lungs. Then she slammed into the wall. Johnny was on his feet in front of her. He punched her in the gut again, and then laid a right cross across her chin than spun her around. Wonder Woman dropped to her knees, gasping for breath and shaking her head to clear the fog.
Johnny reached down to the small of her back and unfastened the golden girdle. A second later, he pulled it away from her body. She felt her super powers flow out of her body.
"Hera! Not again!"
"Sweet," Johnny said.
Wonder Woman fell to her butt and turned to face him. In horror, she watched as he removed the golden lasso and shook it out. Her heart froze. He knew! He knew everything!
"Hera, save me!"
"Ain't no one going to save you, Wonder Tits."
Still gasping for breath, Wonder Woman was weak and slow. She tried to roll to her feet and make a run for the door. But Johnny was faster. He slammed her into the wall less than halfway to the door. A hard punch to her kidneys left her gasping and clawing at the wall.
"As much fun as it is to beat and fuck Wonder Woman, I tire of the preliminaries," Johnny said. He lifted the golden lasso and grinned evilly. "Time to get down to business, Wonder Woman. Then it'll be time to put your sweet round ass to work."
"No! I can't be a hooker! I'm Wonder Woman. Don't you understand? I'm a role model for young women and girls the world over," she said, pleading. "I'm an example of what's right and good in the world. You can't corrupt that."
"Sure I can."
The Amazing Amazon spotted her golden lasso tossed in a corner, jumped to her feet, and lunged for it. Johnny realized what she was going for instantly, and charged her. She got within two feet of the golden girdle before Johnny tackled her. She was carried onto the bed by the force of his body hitting hers. And they tumbled on the bed together.
Wonder Woman made a play for the lasso. If she could wrap Johnny within even one of its coils, then she would be triumphant. Likewise, the reverse was equally true. So they both struggled in vicious desperation for several minutes, kicking, biting, clawing. Then Johnny headbutted her, and her limbs went weak as the world began to spin.
In seconds, Wonder Woman felt the golden lasso looped around her shoulders, across her tits, and pulled tight.
"Oh!"
"Do not struggle, Wonder Woman."
She froze in place.
"You belong to me. Understand?"
"Yes. I belong to you."
Johnny laughed with joy and looped the lasso around her several more times. Wonder Woman gasped and blinked in astonishment with each loop. She couldn't believe what was happening. She had been defeated in the most incomprehensible manner imaginable. Caught by a ruthless pimp!
"Are you Wonder Woman?"
"Yes."
"Are you also Diana Prince?"
"Yes."
"Do you have any other identities?"
"I am Princess Diana of Paradise Island, a Princess of the Amazons."
"Sweet. And the golden belt is the source of your powers, right?"
"Yes, without the belt I am no stronger than a normal woman."
"And this gold rope has the power to make you obey my every command?"
"Yes."
"If I command you to be my devoted slave and whore, then you will obey even after I remove the rope, right?"
"That is right. I will obey all of your commands. I will become anyone you command me to be, and feel anything you command me to feel whether the rope is on me or not afterwards. You can even command me to remember or forget anything you say, while still obeying the command."
Johnny considered her words a long moment while she waited in fear and disgust. The golden lasso had forced her to give even more comprehensive answers than she'd thought his question warranted. But she couldn't deny the lasso's power. Now he knew everything and she probably would never escape this vile, depraved man or his debauchery and illicit plans for her.
"Okay, Wonder Woman, listen closely and obey my commands," Johnny said at length. "You are my slave and totally consumed with pleasing me. You will do anything I ask, whether compelled by the rope or not. You will joyfully whore yourself off for me, and enjoy having sex with anyone who hires you or I tell you to fuck. You will never try to escape, and will attack anyone who tries to rescue you. Understand?"
"I understand and obey."
He pulled her off the bed and removed the lasso. Tossing the lasso atop the discarded golden girdle in the corner of the bedroom, he hopped onto the bed and sprawled out comfortably. Then he looked over his own personal Wonder Woman with lusty relish.
"Dance for me, Wonder Tits. Dance erotically while doing a slow strip. Then I want you to crawl up on top of me and fuck the bejesus out of me."
Wonder Woman smiled with a sultry face and began to dance.
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The next day was busy. Diana Prince resigned from her job first thing. She emptied her savings account and checking account. Then, Johnny took her shopping. Diana bought stiletto-heeled pumps, sandals, and boots in every color of the rainbow. She bought a closet full of the slinkiest, tightest, shortest low-cut dresses they could find. Then they visited a lingerie shop and bought the trashiest bustiers, crotchless panties, garter belts, and hoses there.
At four o'clock that afternoon, Johnny took Diana to meet with the rest of his girls. By then, Diana was wearing a skintight, hot pink micro-mini dress, black fishnet stockings and garter belt, and hot pink stiletto granny boots that laced up the front. Her wrists, neck, and ears were all dripping with silver jewelry. Johnny had her wearing her waist-length black hair down and loose.
"Whoa, doggie!" Jenny cried. "Who's the new girl, Johnny?"
"Lordie," a shapely black girl said, eyes wide. "She's the prettiest girl you've brought out in a long time."
Diana smiled sweetly and held Johnny's arm tightly. He introduced her as Diana Prince. After they'd all hugged and said their niceties, he dropped the bombshell.
"You girls probably remember her from last night," he said. They all looked at him curiously. "You remember our little encounter with Wonder Woman?"
"Yes," Jenny said cautiously. "What's that go to do with Diana?"
"I followed Wonder Woman home last night," he said. Their eyes all grew wide. First Jenny, and then a couple of the others, looked at Diana with shocked recognition. "Diana is Wonder Woman's secret identity. Well, to make a long story short, I tamed the once-mighty, goodie-two-shoes Wonder Woman and made her my bitch. She starts work tonight. Jenny, I want you to train her good."
"With pleasure!" Jenny said, eyes flashing in wicked pleasure.
"Here comes your first trick, Diana," Johnny said, pointing at a Buick cruising up slowly. There was a fat businessman behind the wheel, staring holes through the assembled girls. "Go with Jenny and learn how it's done."
Jenny, who was wearing a black mini and studded halter, with red thigh boots and a red dog collar, strutted up to the curb and flagged the car down. Diana followed her obediently, listening carefully to the quick negotiation. Then Jenny informed the john that Diana was in training, and would come along for free. So he would get two girls for the price of one. Of course, he agreed eagerly.
Diana slipped into the Buick's front seat first, and snuggled up against the businessman. Jenny sat next to the door, closed it, and directed the man to the nearest motel. Soon they were all inside and all naked.
Jenny played director and made Diana do all the work, but Diana didn't care. When that fat bastard exploded in her mouth, she was overcome with an orgasm, for she knew in her heart that she'd pleased her Johnny. He would be so proud of her.
THE END
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