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Wonder Woman - Escort Girl
It was a chic party where all the rich people congregated and while Diana Prince could hardly be considered rich, she was there as well surveilling one Oswald P. Stephenson.
Oswald P. Stephenson was beyond rich. He’d come from money but that hadn’t stopped him from adding to his financial wealth until his business ledgers were absolutely overflowing with massive amounts of money.
Oswald P. Stephenson was at the gala with a blond who Diana knew wasn’t his wife. His wife, Diana knew, was at home. There was always the possibility that she wasn’t any better than her husband. There was always the possibility that Oswald P. Stephenson’s wife actually approved of him cavorting here with this blond. Maybe she actually enjoyed the reprieve that came from not having to spend time with her loathsome husband. Surely, word of Oswald’s gallivanting around would eventually make it back to his wife but if he showed any signs that that thought might have led him to even the least bit of distress, he was doing a good job at hiding his misery.
The blond was dressed all in white. She seemed to almost pose as she clung to the rich man’s arm and right then and there, Diana knew who the woman was. She was an escort.
And she wasn’t the only one, Diana realized even as she looked around the room. There were a handful of older men that all had much younger women clinging to their arms and all doing their best to look pretty as they did it even if they sometimes tried to make it look like they weren’t doing it at all.
Didn’t these women have any respect at all, Diana wondered. Look at the way they were showing themselves off. It was almost as if they were prostituting themselves for their masters and then with a shock, Diana wondered if that was exactly what they were doing. Might they after the gala was done let the rich men they were with take them off somewhere where they could fuck them?
Disgusting, Diana told herself. How could they do that to themselves? How could they degrade themselves that way?
Perhaps what they really needed was an appearance from Wonder Woman, someone that they would clearly look up to and someone that they could respect. Maybe if Wonder Woman was here to give them a good scolding, maybe they’d listen to that.
Diana had to laugh to herself at that thought. That wasn’t why she was here. Yes, these women might be showing a tremendous lack of judgment but she couldn’t live their lives for them.
And yet, her eyes were drawn once more to the blond and to the way she held onto Stephenson's arm as if he was her some sort of big teddy bear who’d do anything for her.
Disgusting!
Diana Prince was still thinking about it as she made her way to the restroom and remarkably no one was there. The place was completely empty. It was almost as if it were an omen. It was almost as if the gods were telling her they wanted her to do it.
She laughed self-consciously. No one was telling her to do anything, she told herself, except ...
It was almost as if her arms had a mind of their own. It was almost as if they wanted her to spin. She shouldn’t she told herself but still ...
She knew she shouldn’t but what would it hurt and with that she started the spin that would transform her from Diana Prince into Wonder Woman.
The Golden Light of Transformation now enveloped her body and then she was coming out of the spin. It was force of habit, she knew, but she touched her belt and then her tiara to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be.
And almost as if on cue, the door to the restroom entered and three of the escort girls entered the restroom with the blond leading the pack.
“Who are you?” the blond demanded.
“Don’t you know who I am?” Wonder Woman asked even as she wondered what they were teaching people in school these days.
“Oh, I know who you appear to be but I’m just wondering if you’re the real her or if you’re just someone pretending to her.”
“I am Wonder Woman,” the superheroine said.
“All right, fine, but if that’s true, I’m wondering why you’re here. Are we in danger?”
Such a simplistic question, Wonder Woman thought. “Physical danger no, but I am here to help you. I sense that you three and the others here like you are escorts. Am I right?”
“Sure, we’re escorts,” the blond said. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
“I hope you don’t think I’m being too forward,” Wonder Woman said, “but I have to ask. Do you have sexual relations with the men you’re here with?”
“Do we have sexual relations,” the blond repeated. “Honey, there’s no need to be so formal. You just have to come right out and say it and if you’re wondering if we fuck the guys who hire us, the answer is yes. Isn’t that right, girls?”
The other girls nodded at the blond’s words.
“But that’s not right,” Wonder Woman said. “You can’t let those men use you that way.”
“No, what’s not right is you coming in here and telling us how we have to live our lives,” the blond said as she and the other girls now advanced on Wonder Woman. “You come in here and you tell us we can’t fuck? Honey, we are well paid for what we do. Our job is to look pretty for the men who hire us. Our job is to be a little bit of arm candy for the men to show off, and if we do our jobs right, if the men we’re with decide they want to fuck us, that’s just us getting paid a little bit more than the usual price. Isn’t that right, girls?”
“But that’s not right,” Wonder Woman stammered.
“No, you know what’s not right? What’s not right is you coming in here and telling us how to live our lives,” the blond said with a shove. “I’m wondering if you could even do what we do. I mean sure, you look hot in your little outfit but I wonder if you could do what we do.”
“I’m not a slut,” Wonder Woman retorted.
“Oh, did you hear that girls,” the blond said. “Wonder Woman here says she’s not a slut which I guess means she thinks that’s what we are but I’ll tell you what. I’ll bet Wonder Woman here is just a dried up, little bitch. I’ll bet she couldn’t get her pussy wet even if she wanted to. I’ll bet that’s why she’s giving girls like us a hard time.”
“You got that right, Jessie,” said one of the other girls.
“Or maybe she just needs someone or something to get her juices flowing. What do you think, girls? Do you think we should see if we got what it takes to get Wonder Pussy’s juices flowing?”
“What? No, you girls don’t understand. I was just trying to help.”
“We’re helping ourselves,” said the blond as the women now pressed up against her.
She had to get out of there, Wonder Woman told herself but as much as she thought what these women were doing was wrong, she also knew she didn’t want to hurt them either. After all, they were just victims.
“Have you ever kissed a woman?” Jessie asked. “It’s not the same as kissing a man.”
“I’m not even sure she’s kissed a man,” said the brown haired girl on her right.
“Yeah, she’s always struck me as being kind of stuck up if you ask me,” said the Latin girl on her left.
“Listen, you just have to let me go,” Wonder Woman said. She knew with her superhuman strength she could easily push them aside but she didn’t want to hurt them.
“I wonder if she’s ever kissed a woman,” Jessie said and then Wonder Woman’s eyes went wide as the blond actually did kiss her and then she felt it. Distracted as she’d been, someone had actually unhooked her golden girdle and now as she tried desperately to keep it in place, all three women were trying to pull it away.
And now she felt her superhuman strength vanish and now it was just her against the three women.
“Let’s tame the bitch,” Jessie said. “Let’s show her what she’s been missing.”
“No, please,” Wonder Woman said but it was clear they weren’t listening to her anymore. One of the girls was pulling at her bustier even as another’s fingers were fingering her through her star spangled bottoms and they were all taking turns kissing her.
“Hera, help me,” Wonder Woman pleaded silently but there was no help forthcoming and then one of the vile women got her bustier pulled down. “Check this out, girls,” said the brunette. “With tits like these, she definitely should be one of us.”
“No, no, I’m not like you,” Wonder Woman whimpered. “I’m supposed to be what’s good in the world.”
“She thinks we’re not what’s good in the world,” Jessie said after kissing Wonder Woman’s tits, “but what’s not good or right in the world is tits like these going unattended. You girls gotta check these out for yourselves.”
Wonder Woman knew her star spangled bottoms were down around her knees and it was all she could do to keep them from falling the rest of the way down even as someone fingered her pussy.
“Hera please.”
There wasn’t any help forthcoming and what was worse was the way her pussy was responding to those fingers. Was it just one set of fingers, she wondered. Maybe two. Maybe all three.
Oh geez, did it even matter anymore?
Wonder Woman could feel the heat building up between her legs. She couldn’t, she told herself. She couldn’t let these women make her cum and yet even as she was thinking that, she wasn’t even sure if the choice was hers to make anymore.
And what was worse, the women seemed to know it, too. “I think we’ve done it, girls. I think we’ve tamed the bitch. I think our job here is done.”
Wonder Woman couldn’t help but gasp as her body surrendered to the orgasm that had been building up inside her.
Jessie took a card from her clutch and handed it to Wonder Woman. “You’ve got a nice body. The agency that hires us is always on the lookout for new talent. Just make sure when you go there that you tell them Jessie sent you because I want my finders fee.”
Wonder Woman was still breathing heavily as the three women left the bathroom and she could hear them laughing as they did and then she looked at the card and she knew she’d be visiting the place real soon to teach them a lesson about using young women as whores.
It wasn’t where you thought you’d be looking for whores, Diana thought when she looked the place up. It was called Dream Escorts and there was a lobby with various women on the walls, all of them beautiful but none of them risqué in how they looked and none of them looked like whores and that just made Diana even madder. It was one thing to come out and say you were a dirty, rotten pimp. It was a whole other thing to dress the company up as a respectable business which Diana knew they weren’t.
Diana stepped up to the front desk and she looked at the woman behind the desk. She was maybe in her late twenties or early thirties with dark hair and dark eyes. “Can I help you?” the woman asked.
“Yes,” Diana told her even as she wondered if maybe the woman went out and prostituted herself on calls or was she just a rube who knew nothing at all about what her company really did. “My name is Diana Prince and I called ahead. I have an appointment with Arnold Dukane.”
“Ah yes, Ms. Prince. How nice to meet you. I see that Mr. Dukane is just finishing up with a client but if you’d like to wait, I’m sure he’d be ready to see you shortly. Is there anything that I can get you to drink while you wait?”
Diana shook her head and then she couldn’t help but shudder. She hoped the nice girl behind the desk (or at least she hoped she was a nice girl) but she hoped that the girl wouldn’t think that she was yet another of the sluts that came looking for work at Dream Escorts. “I’ll be fine,” she said.
“Very well. You can take a seat while you wait.”
It wasn’t long before a door opened and Oswald P. Stephenson came out, laughing almost conspiratorially with another man and then they shook hands before he left the building.
“Mr. Dukane,” the girl at the desk said, “your next appointment is here.”
Arnold Dukane now turned towards Diana Prince and he advanced towards her extending his hand to her. “Miss Prince,” he said, “I have to say I was most intrigued by your phone call. I was very glad that I could find some time for you on my calendar. Won’t you please come in?”
Diana followed the man into his office and she couldn’t help but be impressed. She would have thought that the CEO of Dream Escorts would have a sleazy, little office but Arnold Dukane’s office was anything but sleazy. The man motioned to a chair and then he stepped behind his desk. “Now, how may I help you?”
Diana could be tactful if she wanted to but in this case and considering how she’d been violated by the girls in the restroom, she wasn’t willing to let bygones be bygones so she hit the man hard right from the outset. “I think the women you’re hiring here are a bunch of whores.”
“Now, Ms. Prince,” the man said placatingly. “I know some people may not approve of what we do here but we actually have very strict rules. In fact, we don’t want our girls to not follow our rules for exactly the reason that we don’t want people coming in here and making the accusation you just made. In fact, we have wives who come in here and purchase our girls for their husbands because they know the standards that we hold ourselves up to. Would wives want to hire whores for their husbands?”
“Purchase our girls,” Diana spluttered. “How dare you say that?”
The man held out his hands placatingly. “I know. I know. Poor choice of words but honestly, what word would you use? Rent out our girls? That hardly sounds respectful to me. Hire them out like some kind of a hired hand. I don’t like that either. The truth is this is a business and yes, we have contracts, so we use the word purchase in much the same way as you’d use purchase in a contract.”
Diana hardly wanted to have the situation explained to her but she’d come here for a reason and listening to this man talk wasn’t why she’d come here. “I know for a fact that some of your girls have a tendency to be a little more ... extracurricular.”
“Well now, that does sound serious. If you have some names, we will surely look into it.”
Diana now found herself on the defensive. First of all, she only knew the name of one of the girls and that was the one named Jessie but she hadn’t heard the names of the others. Second, she wanted to empower women which meant she didn’t want to give him anything that he could use over them but she still wanted answers. “It was at the gala the other night.”
“But you don’t know any names?”
Diana shook her head and by the time she left Dukane’s office, she wasn’t sure if he was a good guy or if he was just putting on a really good act of being one.
It was barely five minutes later when the phone on Arnold’s desk rang. “Yep,” he said.
“It’s her,” said the voice on the other end of the line.
“You’re sure?”
“Hey, you told me what our girls said so yeah, I broke into the security feeds at the gala and I got the video feeds from the security cameras and I can tell you this. The woman that just came out of your office, she went into the restroom and then our girls went in and everyone’s in there for a while and then after that, our girls come out and then this one comes out. No one else goes in. No one else goes out but most importantly, Wonder Woman at no time goes in or out so unless she teleported in there, the woman who just came out of your office is Wonder Woman.”
“Interesting.”
“That’s all you can say about it. Interesting? That’s it?”
“For now, yes. It appears that we now know Wonder Woman’s secret identity. The question is what are we going to do with that information.”
“What are we going to do with that information?”
Arnold smiled. “Give me time,” Arnold said. “I’m working on it.”
As Diana drove away, she had no idea that her secret identity had been found out but she wasn’t about to let this slide. Dream Escorts might be putting on a good face for everyone else but as far as she was concerned, the place needed to be cleared out.
It might have been nice to bring Wonder Woman into this but she wasn’t sure she was ready for that just yet.
Still, as much as she wanted to take down Dream Escorts, there certainly were other things that she needed to do so it wasn’t until later in the day that a notice came across her desk. “I was thinking about what we did to you,” the note said, “and I really feel bad about it. I think I need to come clean about what goes on at Dream Escorts and I was wondering if we could meet,” and the note was signed Jessie.
Finally, Diana thought. Finally, a break in this case. Maybe she’d underestimated the girl.
The apartment where Jessie had wanted to meet was in a dark building and the corridor in the building wasn’t well lit either. Diana wondered at that. Maybe the girl couldn’t afford anything better but then there she was knocking on the door.
The apartment door opened and then before Diana realized what was happening, a hand reached out and then she was being pulled into the apartment. “You need to learn how to stay in your lane,” a man’s voice told her even as she was slammed up against a wall, “and you need to learn how to not go around interfering in things that aren’t under your control.”
A trap, Diana realized. She’d been a fool. She’d walked into a trap. She should have seen that when everything was so dark but she’d been so focused on getting to her quarry that she hadn’t paid attention to the signs.
“Now me and my boys are going to get us some Wonder Woman pussy.”
For a moment, the importance of what the man had said to her hadn’t registered with her but then it did. He’d called her Wonder Woman which meant he knew who she was but now the question was how much did he know.
Someone punched her in the gut and she was coughing and while it was some one, that someone wasn’t the only one. She wasn’t sure how many someones there were there but there were definitely more than one.
The man pushed her up against a wall and then he was leaning in to her. “Boss says you’re interested in being an escort,” the man growled in her ear. “Sorry to tell you, babe, but this ain’t that kind of thing. We ain’t going to no expensive parties. We ain’t going out for any expensive dinners. We ain’t doing any of that shit. What this is is just a good, hard fucking but boss says that’s what you’d want anyway. He says you want to be treated like a ho so that’s what you’re going to get. You’re going to be treated like a bitch ass ho in heat.”
“No,” Diana whimpered but she knew it wouldn’t matter. She could already feel the man reaching up under her skirt and she could feel his fingers going for the hem of her pantyhose.
His hand didn’t quite make it to the top so he tried again and when his second attempt wasn’t anymore successful than the first one, his fingers just clawed at her panty hose until Diana could feel him ripping the garment open.
He didn’t need to take them down anymore. His fingers had already found what they were looking for and now he was stroking his finger past her pussy lips. “You ever had a cock in here, Bitch?” the man asked.
Diana shook her head although she wasn’t sure he saw her doing it in the darkness.
“Boss says we should get you to suck our cocks. Boss says he’s pretty sure Wonder Bitch hasn’t ever sucked no fucking cocks before and Boss said we should make sure you know how to do it. What do you say to that, Bitch?”
Again, Diana tried to shake her head but this time, the man wasn’t having any of that. “I don’t need you to shake your fucking head at me,” the man growled. “I asked you a fucking question, Bitch. What do you think about sucking our fucking cocks?”
“I wouldn’t like it,” Diana said.
“Your voice says no but I think you kind of want to do it. Do you think we should see which one of us is right?”
Again, Diana shook her head.
“Too bad. I think we should,” the man said. “The boss says we should, too, so that’s what we’re going to do,” and now the man was pulling her off the wall and turning her around only so he could slam her back up the wall again.
His hands pried at her jacket and then he tugged at it and Diana knew some of the buttons were coming loose. Maybe not all of them but enough of them and then he was tugging at her blouse and in moments, her blouse hung open far enough to reveal her black lacy bra.
It seemed as if even in the darkness, the man knew her bra was black because he hooked his fingers in the front of it. “You gots me wondering, Babe, does Wonder Woman wear a front loader or a back loader?”
Diana shook her head even as the man ran his fingers over her bra.
“Oh looky here, Babe,” the man said as his fingers found the latch to her bra and then he was opening the bra up. “Wonder Bitch wears a front loader but then that’s what all the real sluts do. They don’t want anything to get in the way of them showing off their tits. Ain’t that right, Babe?”
Diana had no idea how she was supposed to answer that.
Moments later, her jacket and her blouse and her bra had all been pushed off her shoulders leaving her now naked from the waist up and then she was being pushed to her knees.
The man was right there in front of her and then he was pushing his cock up against her lips. “I think even a Wonder Babe would know what to do with this,” he said
She looked up at him. “Please don’t,” she said plaintively.
“I wasn’t giving you a choice, bitch. You do what you’re told to do. Now open your mouth and shut the fuck up.”
As much as she might have wanted to say differently, she just wasn’t being given a choice so she did as she was told to do and she opened her mouth.
“There you go,” the man told her even as he pushed his cock inside her mouth. “Look who’s not so tough now. Maybe if you do a good job, maybe we’ll take it easy on you. The boss says we’re not supposed to hurt you if we don’t have to but he’s left it up to us to decide if we think we have to or not.”
Diana was too scared to put up an objection. If she’d been Wonder Woman, things would have been different but she was pretty sure these guys weren’t going to give her any chance at all to make the transformation.
“You fellas got to try her out,” the man told his friends. “As long as she doesn’t have her fancy suit on she’s such a good, little bitch. Ain’t that right,” and now he pulled his cock out of her mouth. “Tell me and my friends that you’re a good, little bitch.”
Hera, please, Diana thought. Please help me.
“I’m waiting and more importantly, my friends are waiting. They want to hear you say it so say the magic words. Tell us that you’re a good, little bitch.”
Diana knew there wasn’t going to be a reprieve and she knew what she had to do. “I’m a good, little bitch,” she said.
“Yeah you are. Now let’s hear you say this. Tell us you love sucking cock. Tell us you live to suck as much cock as you can get.”
She couldn’t, she told herself. She couldn’t and yet knew knew she had to.
“Come on, Bitch. Me and my friends haven’t got all day. Stop stalling and just fucking say it.”
Diana gulped and then she said, “I love sucking cock.”
“Yeah and.”
Diana couldn’t help but be disgusted with herself but she knew she had to say it. “I live to suck as much cock as I can get,”
And in that instant, as soon as she’d said that, there seemed to be a half dozen cocks arrayed around her, all seemingly wanting to get time inside her mouth. It wasn’t like she could pull away because as soon as she tried it, there was yet another cock waiting to take its place in her cock sucking mouth.
These men were disgusting, Diana thought as she continued to suck their cocks. They actually seemed to think she liked sucking their huge, disgusting cocks.
Even as she continued to suck on their cocks, someone took a hold of her hand and brought it up to stroke his slippery shaft and at the same time, yet another of these cretins was using her hand to stroke his cock, too, and Diana quickly understood. She needed to have a cock in her mouth and one in each hand at all times.
As much as she might have wanted to argue otherwise, Diana knew the truth. The fight in her was now gone. She was going to keep sucking the cocks of these vile and disgusting men for as long as it took.
“Hey, boys,” the man who’d been speaking for the others said, “I think we’ve tamed the mighty Wonder Woman. I think we’ve made her our bitch.”
Diana absolutely hated those words but what made them sting the worst of all was that as much as she didn’t want to admit it, there was some truth in those words. She might have started out having those cocks forced upon her but somewhere along the way she’d gone from having those cocks forced upon her to eagerly searching out the next cock to suck whenever one was removed from her mouth.
A cock was removed from her mouth but rather than being allowed to find the next cock to suck, she was grabbed by the hair and her hair was pulled back forcing her to look up. “Tell us you love sucking cock,” the man said.
She’d been beaten. Diana knew that but more importantly, she knew how right he was for in that moment at least, the man was right. “I love sucking cock,” she said.
“Yeah, you do. You’re a little, cock sucking whore. Say it.”
“I’m a little cock sucking whore.”
“Well, you know what cock sucking whores get. If they do their jobs right, they get the cum. Tell me you want my cum.”
She hated herself for doing it but the words came out of her even before she could stop herself from saying them. “I want your cum,” she said.
“Yeah, you do. All over that pretty face of yours. You want my cum all over your face, don’t you, bitch. Now be a good, little bitch and open your mouth wide.”
Again, Diana did as she was told to do. There wasn’t that much light in the room but it wasn’t totally dark and her eyes had become adjusted to the dark but suddenly there was light as if from the flashlight on a cell phone and Diana couldn’t help but blink in the light but now her face and the cock above her were bathed in light.
As she looked up, she could see the man jerking his cock off over her face and then the man groaned and Diana could feel something warm and wet on her face but there was also some of it in her mouth as well.
“Fuck, that’s good. Who’s next?”
Apparently, Diana wasn’t expected to move because the light stayed on her even as the one who’d just cum on her face stepped aside only to be replaced by one of his buddies.
“Tell us your name,” said the man behind the light and Diana realized that at least this part of what she was doing was being recorded but she couldn’t help herself. She turned and looked back towards the light. “My name’s Diana.”
“Diana what?”
“Diana Prince.”
“And what does Diana Prince like to do?”
“Diana Prince likes to suck cock.”
“And what else?”
“Diana Prince likes to have men cum on her face.”
“Good girl. You know what to do.”
Diana turned and looked back towards the cock and then she opened her mouth. With the light on her and the cock, it was almost as if they were the only two things in the room but Diana knew that wasn’t the truth. There were all the other men standing in the shadows watching and waiting.
She couldn’t help but jerk involuntarily as the first rope of cum splayed itself out over her face. Not as much in her mouth this time, Diana thought but maybe there was some of it her hair.
And then the next man stepped forward and the next after him and then the next until all of them were done. There was lots of cum in her mouth and some of it was dangerously close to getting in her eyes. There was cum in her hair and cum dripping off her chin. “Boss says he wants to see you swallow the cum in your mouth,” said the man holding the phone.
Diana closed her mouth and then she swallowed and then she swallowed again before finally opening her mouth. “All gone,” she said.
“You did good,” and then the man pressed some buttons on his phone and moments later he said, “the Boss agrees. He said you did good, too. He said you’re a good, little whore.”
It was clear that having done what she was supposed to do, the men no longer had any use for her so each one stuffed himself back into his pants and they left her there still kneeling on the floor of the apartment.
For a moment, Diana stayed where they’d left her even after the last man had left and then she was pulling herself to her feet. There was still time to turn the tables, she told herself, but only if she acted quickly.
She looked around in the darkened room and then she began the spin that would make the transformation from Diana Prince to Wonder Woman and as she came out of the spin, she was now the superheroine that was the symbol of everything that was good and pure in the world. She touched her golden girdle and she touched her tiara more out of force of habit and then she raced to the window.
There was no sign of the men outside. She really hadn’t expected to see them. That would have been extremely fortuitous but there was still time to find them.
She raced out of the apartment and she raced down to the street. For the moment at least, she’d thought maybe she’d missed them but then she saw them leaving the parking lot. They were split into two SUVs with the Dream Escorts logo emblazoned on the sides of the vehicles. Ha, Wonder Woman thought. Their overconfidence was going to be their downfall. She now knew who they worked for but she was going to track them back to their home base.
Once more, Wonder Woman transformed back into Diana Prince because it wouldn’t have been right to see her in Diana’s car and while her super strength might have been able to allow her to effortlessly pace the vehicles, the last thing she wanted was to draw the attention that would come from people seeing Wonder Woman chasing after a couple of cars or to deplete her energy so it wouldn't be available when it was going to be needed most.
She’d suspected that the men would take her back to the lavish headquarters of Dream Escorts which would be yet another nail in the coffin of Arnold Dukane and his womanizing company but as she continued to follow the men, she realized they weren’t going that way at all. In fact, it seemed as if they were leading her out of the city altogether. What was going on here, she wondered.
Finally, the SUVs began a climb up into the hills and it was soon clear where they were going to. It was nighttime now but the house at the top of the hill must have boasted wonderful views. This had to be the estate of Arnold Dukane. Even better, she thought as watched the men park their cars and then disappear into an underground entrance.
Not too fast, Diana told herself. Let the men get inside. Let them let their guard down and only then would she make her appearance.
Diana Prince had carried her as far as Diana could go. Farther actually, but this was Wonder Woman’s time and considering that she’d be going up against several men even if they were dirty dogs, she’d need the strength that only Wonder Woman could bring to this fight so she once more started the spin that would transform her back into the Amazon princess that she was and then she followed the men in the direction that they had gone.
It was an underground concrete tunnel and Wonder Woman wondered just where the hell it was going to take her. There was a door at the other end though. Shouldn’t be a problem for her though except ...
She stumbled.
Something was wrong. She’d stumbled. Why the heck had she stumbled.
She’d walked into a trap, she realized. Her overconfidence had gotten the better of her. She needed to get out of here only now when she turned around, the entrance to the tunnel seemed so far away.
She had to do it though. One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of ... in front of ... the other.
She stumbled again and then she was on her knees. She needed to get out of here. She needed ...
She finally fell to the ground and the last thing she remembered seeing was men picking her up and carrying her inside.
When she came to, she was in a chair. Well, to be honest, she wasn’t so much in a chair as she was bound to the chair but that shouldn’t be anything that her super strength couldn’t overcome.
Only when she tried to free herself, she couldn’t and then she realized she wasn’t wearing her golden girdle anymore because now she could see it draped over a chair.
“Ah, you’re awake,” she heard a man’s voice say and when she looked over at him, she saw it was Arnold Dukane holding a brandy. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to awake. I figured with your Amazon physique that you would be wake up faster than most and I have to say you did not disappoint.”
“What did you do to me?”
“I drugged you, of course. I thought that should have been obvious. I would have thought you would have been smart enough to realize that. I do so hope that you’re superpowers aren’t limited to just the physical side. I do rather like a girl with a good head on her shoulders and by that I also include what she has between her ears.”
“I’m going to get out of here,” Wonder Woman said although she didn’t bother to struggle futilely after having already ascertained that she hadn’t been able to free herself before. Why waste strength needlessly when you might need it later.
“No, I don’t think you will or at least you may get out of here, eventually but when you leave it will be on my terms.”
Wonder Woman just glared at the man.
“You haven’t even asked me about the drug which is a shame because I invented it myself and I am quite proud of it if I do say so myself. It is really what my whole empire is built on.”
Wonder Woman tugged at her restraints hoping that somehow she could manage to get herself free because she knew he wanted her to ask that question and the one thing she didn’t want to do was to give in to what he wanted.
But without her super strength, her struggles did nothing to break herself free even as he looked on in amusement.
“Fine,” she said. “What’s your drug do?”
“Oh ho,” Dukane chortled. “So we got you interested but I knew you would be. You just have to know what it does, don’t you?”
“Would you just stop talking and tell me what your stupid drug does.”
“That would be pretty hard to do if as you said, I just stopped talking but okay, I get it. I know you’ve waited long enough. Really there’s three affects. The first and probably the best is that it makes women horny. Regrettably, those effects go away pretty soon after the gas goes away. The second is it makes women drowsy and as I’m sure you now realize, sustained exposure causes unconsciousness. The third effect and I’ll admit this caught me completely by surprise but apparently, it only has an effect on females. No idea why that is but apparently males are unaffected. You’d think it might be a good date rape drug except you’d have to keep your victim breathing it in and if you did that, she’d just go to sleep on you.”
“You fiend,” Wonder Woman spat out.
“The problem is it doesn’t last very long. I’ve used it on my escorts and I’ve fucked them, too, but I’ve always wanted something a little more permanent and then you came along.”
“Me? What do I have to do with your sordid plans?”
“The problem with my drug is it makes women drowsy and it wears off pretty soon after the drug is no longer administered. I’ve tried experimenting with the dosages but it’s all kind of hit or miss. Administer too much and she goes to sleep on you. Not enough and maybe she resists my advances but now you’ve brought me something better than my drug.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Your lasso. I understand it’s got certain characteristics that can compel a person to be whoever I want them to be.”
“You fiend,” Wonder Woman spat out again.
“Yes, I know but you’ve said that already but I’m not against giving you a chance.”
“What kind of a chance?”
“My men sent me video of you sucking their cocks and I have to say I was impressed. So impressed in fact that I’m willing to offer you just this one chance. I untie you and you suck my cock. If you impress me enough, maybe I’ll give you your things back.”
Wonder Woman wasn’t a fool. She knew there had to be a catch but obviously if she had a chance to get her hands on either the girdle or her lasso, she knew she could be triumphant. She’d just have to outthink him. “You’re not going to use your drug on me again?”
“You have my word on it. No drug. The last thing I want to do is to put you to sleep.”
Having his word on it meant nothing to her. He’d probably cheat at the first opportunity. There was probably a way for him to fill this room at a moment’s notice with his insidious drug but it was worth the risk. She wondered how long she could hold her breath if she had to. Of course, it might be hard to hold her breath if her mouth was open to suck a man's cock.
“Well,” the man said. “I’m waiting for an answer.”
The last thing she wanted to do was to suck his cock but if it meant getting free then maybe she was going to have to do it. Hera, please forgive me. “I’ll do it,” she said.
“Excellent,” the man said, “but I think I’m going to want something more. I gave you my word so how about you give me your word. I don’t want you lunging for your lasso the moment I set you free and I’m sure I know what your word means to you. I’ll set you free if you promise to suck my cock and not just suck it but I want you to promise to make me cum.”
“Please. I don’t want to do this.”
“You know what you need to do if you want me to set you free. It’s all very simple in fact.”
I’m sorry, Goddess Hera, but I must. “You have my word,” Wonder Woman said. “I’ll suck your cock and I promise to make you cum.”
“That’s all I wanted to hear,” the man said and he pressed a button in his watch and when he did, Wonder Woman felt her restraints fall away.
She wasn’t proud of herself but in that brief moment, there was a thought that maybe she should run away but even as quickly as that thought had entered her mind, it was gone. She’d given her word and she knew she couldn’t go back on her word. “Please,” she said, “I want to suck your cock.”
For a moment, the man looked surprised and Wonder Woman was sure she knew why. He was just a dirty dog whose word meant nothing to him so of course, he thought she might not do what she’d said she’d do even though he’d made her give him her word but she’d show him. She’d show him what it meant to be an honorable person who always kept her word. Maybe he might even learn from her example.
Maybe Arnold was surprised but then he smiled. “Well, if that’s what you want to do,” he said, “by all means, let’s have you get to it.”
Wonder Woman opened the man’s belt and then she unbuttoned his slacks and then moments later, she was taking his slacks and his underwear down and she had her fingers wrapped around the man’s cock.
For just a moment, in spite of herself, her mind flashed back to what she’d been made to do in that apartment and to all the cocks that she’d had to suck. She hadn’t really wanted to remember that but in a way it helped her out. If she could suck all of those cocks, then surely she could suck just one more.
Hera, forgive me, she said to herself and then she was sliding her mouth down over the man’s shaft.
“There you go,” Arnold told her. “You just keep doing what you’re doing and this will work out just fine.”
This man was disgusting, Wonder Woman told herself but fine, she’d do what she said she was going to do but she’d remember everything that she’d been made to do when the tables were finally turned.
“Such a good, little cocksucker,” the man said. “You’re doing just what you were meant to do but you know you can do more.”
The talk of doing more concerned her so much that she pretended she hadn’t heard what he’d said. The last thing she wanted was for this miscreant to change the terms of their deal.
“As much as I want to cum in your mouth or plaster your face with my cum, I’ve already seen you do that with my men and that makes me want something more so let me see those tits.”
Wonder Woman paused momentarily and then she relented and she pulled down her bustier.
“Now, let’s see if we can get my cock between those tits but first I want you to beg me to fuck your tits.”
“That wasn’t part of our deal.”
“I’m altering our deal but if you want, I can alter it even further.”
That was the last thing that she wanted so Wonder Woman pushed her tits together.
“That’s all well and good,” Arnold told her, “but I told you I wanted to hear you beg me to fuck your tits. So far, I haven’t heard you say a thing.”
“Please don’t make me do that.”
“You know that video that my boys sent me, I think that would look real good if it was splashed all over the internet. What do you think about that?”
“Please no.”
“Then stop messing around and do what you’re supposed to do.”
Wonder Woman sighed. He still had the upper hand. “Please fuck my tits,” she said in resignation.
“What’s that? I’m sorry but I don’t think I got it and quite honestly, what I did hear was so weak and ineffective that if that was someone pleading then I think maybe we should move on to uploading that video to the web.”
“No wait!”
“You have something to say, something that might make me change my mind? Okay fine, but it better be good or I’m uploading the video.”
Hera, please give me strength, Wonder Woman silently pleaded as she looked up at the man and then she said, “I want you to fuck my tits,” she said. “Would you please fuck my tits?”
“That’s old news. You need to be more convincing or I’m uploading the video.”
“No please,” Wonder Woman pleaded. “I want you to fuck my tits, pleeeeease. Don’t upload the video please. I need you to fuck my tits. I need it so bad. Please fuck my tits.”
“That’s better,” Arnold said. “You’ve got my attention now. Please continue.”
“Please, please, please. Please fuck my tits. I’d love to have your cum all over my tits but you can cum in my mouth if you want to do that, too.”
“Now you’re getting with the program,” Arnold said. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll agree to keep fucking your tits if you agree to keep begging me to do it.”
She couldn’t believe she was doing it but she was doing just what the man had told her to do, begging him to fuck her tits even as he continued to do what she was begging him to do until finally, the man shot his cum all over her tits.
“You did good,” he told her, “but now it’s time for you to get fucked.”
“What? No, you can’t. I’m a virgin. You just can’t do that. I’m a virgin.”
“Wonder Bitch, I don’t care if you’re a virgin. Actually, I consider that a bonus to be the one who breaks you in. Now, kneel on the bed so I can get my dick inside you.”
She couldn’t, she told herself. She wouldn’t and yet that video was still out there. The last thing she wanted was for people to see that. She knew she was an inspiration for women and girls the world over. If a video like that were to hit the web, it would be devastating to them but wasn’t there some other way. Couldn’t this man be reasoned with?
“I’m waiting, Wonder Bitch, and if you’re wondering if I can be reasoned with, I can’t. I’m used to getting my way and I can be very petulant if I don’t get what I want but do what you want. I do wonder how you can continue to be the role model that you claim to be when everyone out there is going to see you begging for cock.”
“You cad,” Wonder Woman spat out. “You can’t.”
“I can and I will if I don’t get what I want which right now is you on your hands and knees on my bed.”
“Please forgive me, Goddess Hera,” Wonder Woman said but then she was kneeling on the bed.
Arnold stepped up behind her and then his hand gave Wonder Woman’s ass a hard smack which was enough to jerk her out of her self pity and then his hands rubbed her pussy through her star spangled bottoms. “I wonder how many men have wondered what it would be like to do what I’m doing right now. A lot, I bet. A lot because this ass is such a tease … just like you.”
She wasn’t a tease, Wonder Woman told herself. She wasn’t a tease and this man was just a lying dog.
“I’m not even inside your bottoms and I can already feel how wet you’re getting. I won’t ask you if you do it but I wonder if you’re home alone, if you like to play with your pussy.”
Wonder Woman couldn’t help but groan to herself but it was true. Her traitorous pussy really was betraying how much she was enjoying this.
“I’ll bet you want me to fuck your pussy so bad now.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Oh but you do. My gas may have completely worn off now but there are some short term residual effects and one of those is to get fucked when someone stimulates her pussy. I was going to say even the virgins but maybe I should say especially the virgins. They want it so bad.”
Was this why she was feeling this way, she asked herself and then she realized something that she’d been trying to hide even from herself. But she did need a cock in her pussy.
“You realize that as long as your pussy continues to be stimulated that this new need of yours is only going to get even stronger.”
Fight it, Wonder Woman told herself. You can’t give in. You need to fight it.
But did she really want to fight it or would it be so much better to give in and she couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of just giving in.
“I’m impressed. Most women by now would have been begging me to fuck them but you’ve managed to hold out this far but I sense there’s only so much holding out a woman can do and you know I know how wet your pussy is so why don’t you tell me what you want me to do.”
She couldn’t. Okay maybe she could but she shouldn’t except … except she knew what she wanted. She shouldn’t.
Hera, please forgive me. “Won’t you please fuck me.”
“What’s that?” Arnold asked as if he hadn’t heard her. “Did you say something?”
Wonder Woman gritted her teeth but she’d already said it once. The second time wasn’t as hard. “Please fuck me.”
“Okay, I have to say that’s old news. Maybe if you’d asked me like that when we first started, maybe I would have done it but if I’m going to give you what you need then you’re going to have to give me something more. Say it again but this time, say it like you mean it.”
Wonder Woman gritted her teeth but she knew she was already going to say it. The need was just too great. “I need you to fuck me,“ she said. “I need it so bad. Please fuck me.”
“Better yet but I still think you can do better.”
She’d given up worrying about should or shouldn’t anymore. All that existed was the need. “I need you to fuck me,” she pleaded. “Please stick your cock in my pussy and please, please, please fuck me. I can’t wait any longer. Please fuck me.”
“Don’t worry,” Arnold told her as he came up behind her and then he was positioning himself at the entrance to her cunt.
Wonder Woman couldn’t help but moan as she felt him push his cock into her.
“You weren’t lying,” Arnold said with a chuckle. “I can feel it now. You’re right. You still are a virgin but let’s take care of that for you.”
“Have mercy,” Wonder Woman moaned.
“There ain’t no mercy for you,” Arnold said as he pushed harder.
Her body tried to resist but he pushed again and then yet again and then there was pain as he finally pushed his way inside her.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Arnold told her.
Wonder Woman knew she shouldn’t but she couldn’t help but like it but what if he came inside her. What if he got her pregnant? How could she ever hold her head up as a symbol of everything that was good and right in the world when her Wonder Woman uniform was being stretched by a burgeoning baby belly.
“Oh fuck,” Arnold said. “I’m going to cum inside you. I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want me to cum inside you.”
She wouldn’t do it, Wonder Woman told herself and yet even as she tried to tell herself, the words just blurted out of her. “I want you to do it. I want to feel you cum inside me.”
“Yeah you do,” Arnold told her and then he buried his cock deep inside her and in the next instant he was cumming inside Wonder Woman’s tight, little pussy.
It was embarrassing but all she’d had to do was to feel him cumming inside her and she was cumming hard even as her tight, little pussy came hard with him inside her.
It was only after Arnold was done that he finally pulled out of her and even as he did, Wonder Woman could feel the man’s cum leaking out of her. It was gross, she thought. How could he do that to her.
Wonder Woman lunged for the girdle. If only she could get it on then she’d have the power to defeat this man and all of his henchmen and they’d be so totally overmatched that it wouldn’t even be a fair fight not that she wanted it to be fair. She wanted to destroy this man and his followers.
She almost made it before Arnold Dukane wrapped an arm around her waist and then she was being pulled back and shoved down onto the bed. “Nice try, Wonder Tits, but as you can see, I was ready for you.”
Wonder Woman struggled viciously as the man held her by the wrists and kept her pinned to the bed and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the lasso. This was her last chance, she told herself. She had to get her hands on that lasso.
But even as she worked one of her wrists free and reached for the rope, the man slapped her hard across the face and now they were both reaching for the rope because both knew that ultimate victory would come to whichever one controlled that rope.
The man landed a hard punch to her stomach leaving Wonder Woman stunned and then she saw Arnold standing up and holding the rope.
“No, please don’t,” she pleaded even as the rope was lowered over her head and pulled tight across her chest.
“Don’t move,” Arnold told her.
Wonder Woman stopped moving even as she gasped and blinked as every new loop of the rope was wrapped around her body.
“You belong to me,” the man said.
“You’re right. I belong to you.”
Arnold Dukane grinned even as he continued to hold the rope. “My understanding is that you will do whatever I want you to do. Is that right?”
Wonder Woman desperately wanted to resist but the golden lasso was too powerful even for her to resist. “You are right,” she told him. “I will do whatever you tell me to do.”
“My understanding also is that I can change you are. Is that true?”
“Yes, it’s true. You can make me think what you want me to think. You can make me feel whatever you want me to feel. You can even add new memories to my mind that will be my new truth and you can make me forget whatever you want me to forget.”
Arnold’s grin grew even broader. “That’s exactly what I thought you’d say. Now would I be correct to say that you are both Wonder Woman and Diana Prince?”
“Yes. You are correct.”
“And do you have any other identities?”
“I am Princess Diana of the Amazons of Paradise Island.”
“Cool. I think for now we’ll just stick to calling you Diana Prince. How’s that sound?”
“You can call me whatever you want and I will accept it.”
“All right, Diana, listen closely and accept your new reality. You have always wanted to work for me as an escort. You love being beautiful and desired. No one really cares what you think and no one really wants to hear your opinion on anything. You love being just a piece of eye candy that everyone wants to fuck and you will fuck whoever hires you to be their escort. Is that understood?”
“I understand and I obey.”
It was the next week and Diana was wearing a slinky black dress even as she clung to the arm of Oswald P. Stephenson. She knew her job was to look pretty and she loved being pretty and desirable.
Finally, the evening came to an end and she was still clinging to Oswald's arm as he led her out of the party and into his limousine. "Clarence," he told his driver, "there's no need to hurry home."
"Yes, sir. Understood."
There was a bottle of champagne already open and waiting for them when they got in the car and Oswald poured himself a glass before looking at Diana. "I think my cock needs to be sucked," he said.
"Would you like me to do it?" Diana asked.
"You took the words right out of my mouth," the man said.
Diana thought about how much she liked Oswald's limousine as she slid off the seat. It was so roomy in the passengers compartment which meant she had so much room to work and then she was slipping between Oswald's knees even as he drank his champagne.
She unzipped his pants and she took his cock out. He wasn't as big as Arnold was but that was hardly important. What was important was doing her job as an escort and what was important was her sucking on Oswald's cock.
It didn't take her long to get his cock on the verge and then he was cumming in her mouth. "How was that?" she asked.
Oswald took another drink from his glass and smiled. "That was good but I think you know what I really want."
Diana did indeed and in the next instant she was sliding off her panties and pushing her dress off her shoulders and then her tits were on full display even as she climbed up onto Oswald's lap and then took his cock inside her pussy.
His hands came up to fondle her tits even as Diana continued to ride his cock and then it was Diana’s hands holding his hands against her breasts.
“Fuck, you’re good,” he told her.
“So are you,” she moaned. “You’re so good.”
“Fuck, I’m going to cum.”
“I want you to,” Diana said as she continued to ride his cock. “I want you to do it. I want you to um inside my pussy.”
Oswald P. Stephenson groaned and then he filled Diana’s pussy.
It was some time later after Oswald had been dropped off at his place that his chauffeur brought Diana home and as Diana let herself into her apartment, she couldn’t help but love being an escort girl.