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Wonder Woman - Wundie Undies
Florence Carter didn’t much care for Wonder Woman and it didn’t much matter that everyone seemed to think that Wonder Woman was a hero. To Florence Jackson, Wonder Woman was a bit of a tramp and a home wrecker. She was a slut and she was a trollop and the worst part was that Steve Trevor seemed to have fallen for her.
It always enraged Florence when she thought of Steve like that. She loved Steve but the worst part was that as far as she knew, Steve Trevor might not have even known she existed and it was all HER fault. He was so caught up in just being in love with HER.
A girl ought to be respectful around a man like that. Like there was her boss, Diana Prince. She was reserved and businesslike. When she met Steve, it wasn’t like she was there just throwing herself at him at every chance she got. She was respectful.
Someone really ought to teach Wonder Woman a lesson, Florence thought, but it was hard when no one really knew who she was.
And so Florence buried herself in her work even as she watched Steve from afar. If only there were just some way.
She’d built her career on studying the mystic arts. Whenever there was a case that involved the use of mysticism or magic, she was called upon to investigate. Sometimes, there were cases that didn’t need her expertise and when those cases arose, she devoted herself to fine tuning her craft.
And that was how the break finally came.
They were investigating an event where Wonder Woman had been involved in fighting a human trafficking ring. Several of the ring members had been caught and had been sent to the hospital but in the course of the investigation, the crime scene investigators had found a single hair.
At the time, nothing much was thought of it but when it had come to Florence for magical analysis, she realized immediately that this hair had come from Wonder Woman.
It should have been in evidence lock up, but Florence managed to get it out because this was her first opportunity to get back at her nemesis.
Even so, her attempts at manipulation were proving unfruitful and she realized that without having Wonder Woman around, she couldn’t tell if a spell was working. She couldn’t possibly disappear and then reappear out of thin air but where was she when she wasn’t here?
She thought of asking her boss Diana that question but decided instead to keep her musings to herself,
The big problem was that the little goody two shoes always had to be the star even if she acted like she didn’t and maybe that was the most frustrating thing of all. Maybe no one else could see through her act but Florence definitely could and it only irritated her even more that she really was the only one who could see it.
Florence wasn’t one to buy into the voodoo religion. There were certainly some interesting ideas there but it wasn’t the magic she was used to practicing but then something occurred to her. Maybe she could control not the person but the clothing.
An interesting thought especially with Wonder Woman always having to be the star but could she do it and the more she thought about it, the more she realized it might just work.
She’d worked all night on the spell before staggering into work the next morning and if it weren’t for the coffee, she wasn’t sure how she would have stayed awake but the spell was done. The only thing was she had no way to test it out. Wonder Woman was just going to have to show up and even then, it wasn’t clear if she’d even know if it was having any effect.
Diana Prince had noticed when Florence staggered into the office. There was a part of her that thought maybe she should have a talk with her but she decided to observe and not act right away.
It was later that morning and Diana had a lunch appointment with Steve Trevor. As she passed out of the office, she noticed Florence looking like she was asleep and maybe if she hadn’t had a lunch meeting scheduled, she might have stopped to have a word with her.
She was out on the street when Diana heard a woman’s scream and it wasn’t hard to identify the source. A woman was facing a man who it looked as if he had grabbed her purse. It was always possible that the he might just run away but the way he was facing off against the woman certainly did not look good and Diana reasoned that this was a job for Wonder Woman.
She quickly ducked into a nearby alley and began the spin transformation that would transform her into Wonder Woman.
Only as she completed the spin, instead of charging out after the men, she staggered momentarily.
There was a sense of need between her legs as if there was nothing more important than getting fucked and it left Wonder Woman panting momentarily. For just the moment, the woman in need was completely forgotten as Wonder Woman focused solely on the need between her legs.
What the hell was the matter with her, she wondered, and then she dashed out onto the street and even though she was actively engaging the man and the woman, the need for sex was still there in the back of her mind.
“What’s going on here?” she asked as she came up on the group.
“Wonder Woman,” the woman gasped. “Thank God you’re here. This man ... I think my husband sent him ... he already took my purse but I think he wants more.”
The man holding the purse glared at Wonder Woman. “This doesn’t concern you,” he said.
Wonder Woman fought back the urge to shudder as yet another pulse of need rolled through her body. The last thing she wanted to do was to look weak before a men. “I beg to differ,” Wonder Woman sneered. “This woman says you are holding her purse. Is that her purse or is that the kind of purse that you like to use?”
The man looked down at the purse almost as if he were seeing it for the first time. “Shut up,” he roared. “I don’t have a purse but that’s none of your business.”
“Then give this lady her purse back,” Wonder Woman said.
“Fuck you, bitch. You can’t tell me what to do.” Instinctively, Wonder Woman’s hand went to her lasso. “I think I can,” she said.
Already sensing that he was in trouble, the man turned to run but before he could run, Wonder Woman had her lasso out and she had caught him in her rope. “Stop struggling,” she told the man and the man stopped struggling.
“Give this woman her purse back.”
Again, the man complied with the order.
“Did this woman’s husband send you to attack her?”
“Yes.”
“Then you better come with me.”
The man helplessly followed Wonder Woman even as the woman ran away.
Wonder Woman led the man into the alley where she had done her transformation and then she was backing him up against the wall and even then she could feel her pussy responding to her need. What the hell was wrong with her, she wondered, but then she was looking at the man and she knew what she needed. “Kneel,” she ordered the man.
With her lasso still on him, the man was unable to resist the order so he knelt before her.
“Tell me you want to eat my pussy.”
“I want to eat your pussy,” the man said.
Wonder Woman no longer bothered to question why she was doing what she was doing. “Pull down my shorts,” she ordered.
Again, the man complied with her orders.
Wonder Woman found herself breathing heavy now. “And now the panties,” she said. “Take them down.”
Wonder Woman couldn’t help but moan as the man took down her panties and now she was naked from the waist down.
“Tell me you want to eat my pussy,” she said.
“I want to eat your pussy.”
“Then do it,” Wonder Woman said.
Wonder Woman couldn’t help but hold her breath as the man inched his way forward but then she could feel his hot breath on her pussy and then his tongue was reaching out to eat her pussy.
She pulled on the lasso just a little harder even as her breathing quickened. “Oh fuck, that’s it,” she moaned. “That’s what I want. Eat me harder.”
That really was all she had to say to get the man’s tongue to keep working its way up into her cunt until that tongue did what it was supposed to do and that tongue finally drove her over the edge.
It was only then after the man had finally made her cum that she finally regained some measure of control over herself and she was devastated by what she had just done. She wasn’t supposed to do things like that and yet she had. She was supposed to represent what was good in the world. She was supposed to be a role model for other women and yet what if someone had seen her.
She couldn’t believe she’d done what she’d done and yet for the moment at least, there was at least this cretin that needed to be dealt with first. She gave her lasso just a little rug to get his attention and then she told him to stand up.
“You will forget that you ate my pussy,” she instructed him, “but you will go immediately and find the nearest policeman where you will confess to what that woman’s husband told you to do. Do you understand?”
“I do.”
“Good. Then you can go.”
With the man having been taken care of, Wonder Woman transformed herself back into Diana Prince and she continued on to her lunch with Steve Trevor.
It wasn’t as if Diana Prince and Wonder Woman weren’t the same person because they were but to maintain the anonymity that was so important to her, Diana had trained herself to almost think of Wonder Woman as if she were in fact a different person and so it was when she was having lunch with Steve and for the rest of the day at work, she kept asking herself why it was that Wonder Woman had done what she’d done and she was still asking herself that even as she was driving home.
The problem was she could ask the question but asking it didn’t give herself the answer. Diana knew there was no way she would have done what Wonder Woman had done.
She didn’t do it every evening but more often than not, Diana would patrol the city as Wonder Woman but still lacking any answer as to why she’d done what she’d done, Diana decided to forego a patrol that evening and besides there was something that needed to be done.
Diana wasn’t a fan of transforming into Wonder Woman in her own apartment because the risk of being caught was just too great but that evening, she decided it had to be done. She made sure the shades were all securely down and that no one was in the hallway before she began the Spin of Transformation.
Coming out of the spin, the first thought she was was just how horny she was. Maybe after she was done here, maybe she could go get someone to fuck her.
No wait! She wasn’t supposed to be having thoughts like that and yet there they were. Fuck, her dirty little pussy really needed to get fucked bad.
No, this was wrong, she told herself and yet it was hard to justify that thought when thinking about getting fucked just felt so right.
She loosened her belt and let it fall free and as she did, she could feel her super strength slip away and somehow that felt right too because now it felt as if there was nothing she could do to stop anyone who wanted to use her body.
Off came her top and her hands worked her full, firm breasts. What man wouldn’t want these, she wondered.
Off came her boots and her star spangled shorts leaving her only in her star spangled panties and they would have been gone moments later if it weren’t for the fact that her fingers brushed over one of the little white stars.
That elicited a moan from her as she hadn’t expected her fingers touching a white star to make her suddenly feel as if there was a cock in her pussy.
Not very deep inside. Just enough that she could feel the head of that cock pushing past her pussy lips and when she pulled her finger back, the sensation went away.
What the heck was going on here, Wonder Woman wondered and yet her finger was back again, this time pushing harder against the white star and the harder she pushed, the deeper she felt that cock go inside her pussy.
This was insane, she told herself even as she stroked her finger on that star and as she did it, she could feel the cock inside her pussy continue to fuck her.
She pulled her finger back and once again, the sensation of having a cock in her pussy went away and Wonder Woman couldn’t help but wonder. There were other white stars on her star spangled panties. Was it just this one star or did other stars have the same effect.
She slid her finger over to one of the other white stars on the opposite site of her panties but she was careful not to touch it just yet. Her finger stroked the blue perimeter without ever touching the star itself and it was as if she could feel a man’s cock toying in her bush without ever entering her.
Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. She slid her finger over and she pushed harder against the white star and as she did, she felt the cock that had been teasing her suddenly push hard against her pussy.
Oh, it wasn’t just the one star she thought even as her free hand massaged her firm, full tits. It seemed to be all the stars she thought although she’d have to check them all out to make sure but for now, she was fine stroking the one star even as that imaginary cock continued to stroke her pussy.
She was breathing heavily now as that imaginary cock continued to do its work. She was getting closer to cumming and she realized it wouldn’t be long at all. She was so close now. She was so very close.
And then she wasn’t just close. She was cumming and even as her own pussy surrendered to its own needs, she could feel that cock cumming inside her.
Diana Prince was not happy.
Sure, she was in fact Wonder Woman’s alter ego but sometimes it felt as if the two of them were two entirely different people and this most definitely was one of those times. Wonder Woman could wear star spangled bottoms and star spangled panties but those were not the kinds of clothes that Diana wore. Her panties would be cotton and most likely one solid color and if she was feeling a little risqué, she might add a little lace along the waistband. She would never ever wear star spangled panties.
Over the week that followed, Wonder Woman found that just the pressure of her bottoms against the stars on her panties was sometimes enough to have her panting with her need.
Florence Carter was also not happy.
It had been nearly a week since she’d cast her spell to control Wonder Woman’s undies and she’d expected to have heard something by now about how that goody two shoes had suddenly been revealed to be a fraud and a slut and yet there had been nothing in the news and she had to wonder if maybe her spell hadn’t worked.
It had to have worked, she told herself. The spell was perfect.
But if that was the case, why hadn’t she heard anything about it on the news? Something was wrong.
Maybe the spell was perfect but maybe it just needed a little more tweaking.
There was something she could do to make her spell even better, she realized, and she set out to make the needed correction. The spell was complicated, of course, but if it worked as expected, it should finally bring Wonder Woman to her knees.
The next morning, Diana Prince arrived at the office early. It was so easy to arrive early when you hadn’t been up the night before chasing down bad guys and with what her star spangled panties were doing to her, it just seemed easier to give Wonder Woman more nights off than she had been getting before.
Diana was surprised to see Florence in the office when she arrived. “You’re here early,” she observed.
“I was working on something last night,” Florence said.
“Oh,” Diana said. “Anything interesting?”
“Not really but I was wondering why we haven’t been seeing Wonder Woman so much recently.”
“Well, she is rather busy.” Diana Prince said lamely. “I suppose it’s possible that she’s just around doing things and we just haven’t seen it.”
Sometimes her boss could be so dense, Florence thought. The news seemed to fawn over Wonder Woman everywhere she went so the fact that she wasn’t that visible was actually noteworthy but in the grand scheme of things it might mean nothing at all.
Diana continued on to her office where she breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed her explanation had been accepted so it was always possible others would accept it too.
Of course, the truth was a truth no one could ever know, that sometimes after becoming Wonder Woman, Wonder Woman was so caught up in the lust imposed on her by her panties that she totally forgot why she’d become Wonder Woman in the first place.
The good thing, Diana thought, if there actually was a good thing was that at least Wonder Woman had managed to not let any men fuck her. Oh sure, she’d let that first man eat out her cunt the first time but now that she knew what to expect, she’d managed not to surrender her body to any men even if that meant that after completing the spin, instead of doing whatever it was that caused her to become Wonder Woman, she just shoved her hand down inside her star spangled bottoms and she played her pussy by pressing on the white stars.
At least the current situation was manageable, Diana thought, just so long as it didn’t get any worse.
But as Diana would soon find out, hoping that things didn’t get worse was hardly a plan for success.
It was late in the afternoon and Diana stopped by Florence’s desk. “How are things going here?” Diana asked.
“They’re going well,” Florence assured her.
“Do you need any help because I notice you work some long hours.”
Her boss was such a nice woman unlike that bitch Wonder Woman. You usually weren’t so lucky to have a boss like her. Most bosses just seemed to want to know how you could help them. It was so pathetic.
“I’m doing fine,” Florence assured her. “Quite honestly with the work I do, if I actually had any help it would probably just slow me down.”
“Well if you need any help,” Diana said, “just let me know,” and with that, Diana walked away thinking not for the first time if Florence actually did enough work to keep her on the payroll.
She was planning to just go home that night after work because if she was home relaxing, she couldn’t get into any trouble, could she?
She stopped at a food truck for a quick bite when she saw a man pull a gun and she couldn’t help but groan because she knew she just couldn’t ignore it.
She popped into a dark alley and she began the spin that would transform her into Wonder Woman.
Coming out of the spin, she touched her tiara and then her belt. She didn’t have to touch either one but it was her habit to make sure she was ready to go.
Touching the tiara wasn’t any problem but when she went to touch her belt, she just couldn’t stop her hands and she was sliding them down inside her bottoms and when her fingers touched those white stars, she just couldn’t help but moan.
She’d done this often enough that she didn’t really need to even look to know where the white stars were because she just knew and yet even as she pleasured herself with the white stars, she knew there was something different and that’s when she found the difference.
Her star spangled panties were now crotchless panties.
Oh, she was so wet and her fingers absolutely loved playing with her exposed pussy. She knew she needed to cum so fucking bad.
She was still playing with her pussy when someone ran into her and it took Wonder Woman a moment to realize that the person who’d just run into her was the same man who’d held up the food truck, the man she’d intended to stop before she’d become so distracted.
She still had her super strength but she now also had her incredible need. She pushed the man up against the wall and then she had her lasso out.
In moments, she had her lasso out and she was using it to bind the man in its coils. “Your cock is so hard,” she told him. “Nothing else matters to you but getting your cock in a warm, wet pussy.”
In moments, she had the man still controlled by her lasso on the ground and she was straddling him. In moments, she had his cock inside her.
She still held the lasso. “Don’t cum yet,” she ordered him. “Don’t cum until I tell you to.”
As hot as she was, Wonder Woman knew it wouldn’t take long at all. She was almost on the verge of cumming just from having him inside her but she wanted to make it last as long as she could.
But it wasn’t going to last because her pussy was just that hot and even as she felt her own orgasm overtake her, she ordered her captive to cum.
She couldn’t help but love it when the man unloaded himself inside of her.
It was only minutes later when she marched the man out of the alleyway, both of them now properly attired and her lasso still around his body. The crowd at the food truck erupted in applause when they saw it. “Look,” one of the people shouted. “It’s Wonder Woman and she’s caught the thief.”
The police had only just barely arrived on the scene and they too were very much impressed. “You got here so fast,” one of the officers noted. “We’ve only just arrived.”
“I just happened to be in the neighborhood,” Wonder Woman said even as she turned the man over to the officers.
She’d used her lasso to make sure that the man wouldn’t remember fucking her. He might wonder why there were cum stains inside his underwear but he’d be absolutely certain that it wasn’t because he’d fucked a superhero and as for Wonder Woman, she might have just had a man cum inside her but her stellar physique kept any evidence of that from leaking out where others could see it.
Florence Carter was furious. Not only had it seemed as if her spells hadn’t worked but after the food truck incident, Wonder Woman seemed even more beloved than before. A less competent person might have questioned if her spells were working but that thought never crossed her mind. Somehow, it seemed as if Wonder Woman had managed to get around what her spells were doing to her.
Maybe the spell needed a catalyst, Florence thought. Some spells did but this one was a simple enchantment of an article of clothing. It shouldn’t need a catalyst unless ...
Unless her clothing had some kind of magical ward that protected it and if it did, then maybe nothing she was doing should have any effect at all and it wasn’t like she wanted to modify the spell at all. Her spell was perfect so modifying it could be a problem.
But there was something she could do and maybe that would have the desired effects but only time would tell.
Everyone kept talking about how lucky they had been that Wonder Woman had shown up in the nick of time to foil the food truck driver robbery and while Wonder Woman sightings were always likely to make the news, this one had been a little bigger because the food truck operator had a family with six children and he was struggling to just keep everything together but Wonder Woman didn’t feel like the hero everyone was making her out to be. She knew what she’d done even if the bandit didn’t remember it correctly. She’d used him to get herself off.
The problem was she just couldn’t keep letting guys fuck her and making them forget it after the job was done because that was unsustainable.
But she couldn’t stop being Wonder Woman either.
At least Diana seemed unfazed by whatever had been happening to her, Wonder Woman thought. She continued to function marvelously even as Wonder Woman struggled and just why was that, Wonder Woman wondered. They were after all the same person, weren’t they?
And so it was that one day late after work when Diana was walking to her car in the nearly empty parking structure, she noticed a man harassing a young woman. This would be an easy one she thought even as she rushed to find a place where she could transform into Wonder Woman.
The man and rhe woman were still there when Wonder Woman came upon them. “Hey,” she called out, “leave that woman alone.”
“Wonder Woman,” the woman cried out, “please help me.”
“You shut the fuck up, bitch. Wonder Bitch ain’t going to help you if she knows what’s good for her.”
Wonder Woman could feel the background buzz that her panties were giving her. Every movement seemed to stimulate another of the white stars on her star spangled panty bottoms but she could handle this. She strode forward until she was facing the man. “I said let her go.”
The man swung at her and she easily deflected it. He swung again with another futile result and then she hit him and he gasped as he dropped to his knees.
Wonder Woman looked at the other woman. “Get out of here,” she told her.
The woman scrambled to her car and she quickly drove off.
And that should have been the end of that. The woman was safe. The man was defeated.
But now it was just her and him and it was as if her panties had suddenly gone in to overdrive. “Let him fuck you,” they seemed to say to her. “You know you want to.”
But Wonder Woman wasn’t going to listen to her panties. She knew she had a job to do. She put her lasso around the man. “Stand up,” she ordered.
The man did as he was told to do.
It didn’t matter which way she stood. It seemed as if no matter what she did, her panties kept telling her to let him fuck her.
But Wonder Woman still wasn’t listening. “You’re going to turn yourself over to police and tell them what you were doing here, aren’t you?”
The man nodded. “I will turn myself over to the police.”
“At least get him to show you his cock,” her panties seemed to say.
Wonder Woman looked around the deserted parking structure. There was no one here. She knew she shouldn’t but she did it anyway. “Take your cock out and show it to me.”
The man did as he was told to do.
Oh, that had definitely been a mistake, Wonder Woman realized but it was too late now but either way her lasso was looped around him, it wasn’t as if he was going to run away. She lowered herself down and she took his member by the hand. It was right there in front of her and then she was taking it in her mouth.
“That’s it,” her panties seemed to say to her. “You know you want to suck that cock so do it. Suck that cock.”
She didn’t even try not to. She took that cock in her mouth.
Oh yeah, that felt good. That felt really, really good.
She knew she could make him cum and it wouldn’t even be hard to do it. The only question was where. In her mouth maybe? Or on her face? That would be good, too. Or maybe all over her tits.
We want to see him.
That was her panties, Wonder Woman realized but what did that even mean?
We want to see him.
Now finally, Wonder Woman seemed to get it. “Do you like my star spangled bottoms?” she asked.
Her lasso was still on him so of course, he said, “Yes.”
“My panties match my bottoms so maybe you want to see them, too.”
Again, he said, “Yes.”
Wonder Woman knew she shouldn’t but she also knew her panties were now in control of her and she didn’t mind at all. She stood up and she slipped off her star spangled bottoms so she could reveal her star spangled panties. She took one of his hands against one of the stars on her panties and just as expected, just that touch created feelings of intense need inside her. “Do you like them?” she asked.
Again, he said, “Yes.”
Show him your ass.
That was her panties again but Wonder Woman was in no mood to argue. She simply turned around and stuck out her bottom.
Give your ass a slap like the slut you are.
Again, Wonder Woman was in no mood to argue with her panties. She simply gave her panty-clad ass a hard smack.
Oh, that had been a mistake, she realized, as it seemed as if every one of her stars had suddenly erupted sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Drop to your hands and knees in front of him and beg him to fuck you.
Again, Wonder Woman did as she was told to do, “Please fuck me,” she begged.
He still had her lasso wrapped around him so he would have done whatever she asked of him but the truth most likely was he would have done it even if he hadn’t had her lasso wrapped around him.
Wonder Woman felt his hands on her hips. “I’ve always wondered if the panties matched the bottoms,” he said. “I guess now we know.”
“I like the stars,” he said. “I especially like this one,”
He was touching a place on her panties where she was sure there never had been one before but as soon as he did it, Wonder Woman could feel it, the feel of a cock being shoved up inside the tightest of her holes. She couldn’t stop herself from saying what came next. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck me in the ass.”
“Say that again,” he taunted her. “I like hearing you say it.”
She wasn’t sure if it was the panties making her say it but she didn’t really care. “Fuck me in the ass,” she begged. “Fuck me.”
He peeled her panties down to her hips. At first his cock went into her wet pussy but moments later, it was exactly where she needed it to be.
“Fuck me,” she continued to moan. “Fuck me in the ass.”
One of his hands slapped her ass. “Only a slut would want to get fucked like this,” he said.
“That’s right. I’m a slut. Just keep fucking me in the ass.”
He wasn’t going to stop. She knew that and she loved it, too.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “I’m going to cum.”
“I want you to,” Wonder Woman moaned. “I want you to cum in my ass.”
She didn’t have to say any more than that. A couple more thrusts and then he was buried deep between her cheeks and Wonder Woman knew she was getting exactly what she’d begged him for.
With her ass now full of cum, it seemed as if her panties were now finally satisfied or maybe it was just with them being down around her hips, they didn’t have as much control as they had had before. Whatever the case, when Wonder Woman turned around, she’d found her lasso was still wrapped around him. She grabbed the lasso to once more reassert her control over him. “Now remember, you’re going to go to the police and confess.”
“I will go to the police and confess,” the man agreed.
“And as for what we did here together in this garage, you can forget about that, too.”
“I will forget about what we did here, too.”
“Good boy. Now go.”
And off he went.
Diana knew they couldn’t keep going on like this. She knew, of course, that she and Wonder Woman were the same person and yet sometimes at times like this, it almost seemed as if they were two different persons, and sometimes at times like this, it was just easier to talk to her other half as if she really was some other person. “Hey,” she said, “are you there?”
“I’m always here,” came Wonder Woman’s muffled reply.
“We have to talk,” Diana said.
“I know what you’re going to say,” Wonder Woman said, “but I can’t tell you what’s happening to me. All I know is I want to fuck.”
“You know that’s not natural,” Diana said.
“I know but I don’t much care. I want to fuck but there’s something more. I want you to do something for me.”
“What?” Diana asked warily.
“I want to use the lasso on myself.”
“You can’t.”
“I know. Use the lasso on myself and I’m incapable of speech and if I’m incapable of speech, I can’t tell myself what to do.”
“That’s right.”
“So you record a message for me on your phone and I can play it while I’m wrapped up in the lasso.”
“What kind of a message?”
“I want you to tell me to be the biggest and best slut I can be.”
“No!”
“Why not? You know what I want. You know what I’ve become.”
“It’s not right. You’re a role model for women and girls everywhere. You can’t let yourself be controlled like that.”
“But I want it. I want it so bad.”
“You can’t.”
“Help me.”
“If I help you then I’m dooming me.”
“No, that’s not true. I just want to be a slut but you can still exist. You can still be Diana Prince.”
“How? If you’re off fucking everyone all the time, how can I even continue to exist?”
“There’ll be plenty of time for you to be you. Just please help me.”
“I could screw it up. I could do it wrong. I could make you not want to be a slut.”
“Like you could actually fool me. I’d know if you did it wrong and I’d make your life a real hell if you tried to do it wrong.”
Diana didn’t really have to give that any thought because she knew her alter ego was right. “I’ll do it,” she said finally.
“Just remember to leave some time for me to get ready before you start to speak.”
This was so wrong, Diana thought even as she reached for her phone. She really wished she could change things up but she knew she couldn’t so pressed record and she started the message.
She knew what she’d done when she finally finished her recording. There was a part of her that thought maybe she’d just not turn into Wonder Woman but she knew her alter ego would take it out on her if she didn’t so she went into the Spin of Transformation.
Coming out of the Spin, Wonder Woman touched first her tiara and then her belt as was her habit and she fought back the urge to slide her fingers into her shorts and touch those lovely white stars.
Instead, she picked up the cell phone and she pressed play and there was Diana looking back at her and waiting.
She unhooked her lasso from her belt and then she was sliding its many coils over her head and she couldn’t help but shiver as she felt the effect of it around her body. She barely had enough strength to pull it tight and then that was all she could do as she waited for Diana’s voice to begin.
It wasn’t a long wait and then there was Diana. “Hello, Wonder Woman,” her alter ego began. “You’ve had a good run as the crime fighting superhero but now that part of your life is about to end.”
Wonder Woman didn’t have to see her lasso to know that it was glowing even as her new reality was being imprinted upon her.
“You are a slut and you always have been,” Diana’s voice continued. “It’s why you dress like you do. You love being a slut. You want men and yes, even some women to notice and to see you for who you truly are. You are a slut.”
Of course, Wonder Woman thought. It was so obvious. She was a slut.
“You love cock and you love it all the time. The only thing better than cock is even more cock.”
Wonder Woman knew she loved cock.
“You love it when men cum inside you. You’re not just a slut for cock. You’re also a slut for men’s cum. You can’t get enough cum.”
The lasso glowed brightly as Wonder Woman accepted her need for cum.
“Now it’s time to take the lasso off and accept who you always have been and who you always will be. You are a slut.”
This was the hard part and they both knew it. The lasso made her docile and open to the new life that Diana was imposing on her but now she was being told to assert herself. The question was would she be able to do it.
They’d come to the part of the recording where only the one part of the recording kept repeating itself over and over again and that part was Diana telling Wonder Woman to free herself from the lasso but it was so hard to do and yet, slowly and with many encouragements from Diana, she finally managed to work her way free.
She switched off the recording even as she basked in the knowledge that she was a slut. Always had been and always would be.
It was time to give Steve Trevor a call. Well past time actually. Steve was one hell of a man and Wonder Woman couldn’t wait to have him pull down her panties and stick his cock in her needy, little pussy and she sure as well wasn’t going to let him tell her he was a gentleman. Who the fuck cared about that. What she needed was his cock.