WARNING!!! The following story contains bondage, domination, and extremely adult sexual situations. If this isn't the kind of thing you're interested in, for heavens sake DON'T READ IT!!! You should be OVER 21 YEARS OF AGE to read this, as it is intended for adults only.
This story is written as satirical fiction for entertainment purposes only, and is not intended to gather monetary recompense in ANY WAY, SHAPE, or FORM...it is freely offered for interested readers only.
The original creations of Wonder Woman, the Justice League, J'onn, Grodd, and Gorilla City are copyrighted by DC Comics.
Chapter 1 The statuesque Amazonian known as Wonder Woman stumbled tersely through the hot, humid jungle, acrid sweat coating her skin, not nearly as stealthily as she would have liked. A crimson bustier, star-spangled panties, flimsy nylons, and red boots--a conscious return on her part to a softer, more feminine look of her past--clung to her amazing figure like a second skin. Her lustrous black hair cascaded down her back, slick with perspiration. She was on a mission.
A well-sourced tip had led her to believe that this jungle teemed with the untamed denizens of Gorilla City. That the city and it's animal King Grodd had eluded the Justice League for so long seemed preposterous to the princess Diana. After all, how many jungle cities full of simian armies could there be? But the rest of the League was occupied with more visible threats, so Wonder Woman had taken it upon herself to be more proactive on this topic.
And it looked as though it has paid off. As she neared the precise position indicated by her source, the jungle's thick foliage thinned slightly. Through a small hole in the canopy above, Diana could see a nearby rock face, possibly a small moutain...but what more intensely caught her attention than limited sight was sound. Ahead of her, perhaps 20-30 feet, their was what could only be described as a bestial commotion: stomps and snorts that indicated a large collection of primates. Diana counted her blessings: "Merciful Minerva, I've found it. Afer all these years, I've found Gorilla City."
She considered her approach. To be fair, nothing about her outfit said "jungle stealth," so even if she turned to go back for reinforcements, she might give herself away. And how hard could it be to defeat a few beasts, anyway. She determined that after beating a handful, the rest would run to the safety of their shelters.
It turned out the decision would not be hers regardless, however, for as Wonder Woman stood there, allowing pure, unfiltered confidence to overtake her fears, she suddenly heard a noise from behind her. She spun, and immediately wished she'd worn her armor: 6 male gorillas, of a size that dwarfed any she'd ever seen, pushed the foliage behind her aside, stepping to within 12 feet of her. And as if that wasn't enough, they were joined by nearly a dozen more, each on her right and left flank. Wonder Woman hadn't been hunting at all...she'd been hunted.
She remained still as they approached her, their eyes narrowed keenly at seeing the woman warrior clearly. Diana was no expert on gorillas, but her general familiarity with animals made her nervous at their posturing: they dragged at the dirt with their knuckles and snorted, intensely sniffing in her direction. Worse, she noticed that their penises, large and dangling between their legs, had stiffened slightly as they took in the sight of this beautiful, lone woman in their territory. It was also clear that her unconventional attire might have inadvertently fueled their passions further.
But even in this hostile moment, the warrior stayed tactical. "Easy, boys," she started, wary yet cool, raising her hands in a peaceful gesture. Her feminine nylons shimmered slightly in the dappled sunlight that penetrated this hot, sultry jungle. The breeze tickled moved her full, black hair as she spoke. "I mean you no harm. I am just passing through in search of... let's say, enlightenment."
Her words did little to disarm the beasts. Though Diana could not have known it, Gorilla City had experienced a plague in the last decade that had wiped out the females of their pack. The rage at Grodd had stoked in them towards the human world blended with intense, barely suppressed physiological need to create a setting vastly more dangerous than any Wonder Woman had anticipated.
Instead of staying put, the enormous apes closed in on her, sensing her vulnerability while appreciating every subtle movement she made. The tightness of her panties showcased her impeccably sculpted hips and toned thighs. The thin red straps of her bustier, decorated with stars and wrapped sensually around her torso, accentuated the lean muscles of her arms and the fullness of her womanly breasts. Her allure was palpable.
Her eyes flickering judgment between these simple creatures she had encountered, the powerful, voluptuous warrior stood her ground. She would not attack first. All there was to do was wait for-
"Well, if it isn't the goddess herself," grumbled a voice from the treetops above her. Diana knew that voice, and her breath caught despite herself. It was the leader of the pack, a massive, hulking silverback with a scar across his eye. He rested his furrowed brow on imposing knuckles, scrutinizing the woman before him.
The muscular leader, who went by the name of Grodd, exuded a presence that was both unnerving and undeniably powerful. A smoldering intensity burned within his intense gaze, which made her feel both threatened and intrigued. Around his waist and shoulders, Grodd wore nothing but leather straps, which accentuated his impressive and well-defined musculature. The light of day trickled through the jungle canopy, delineating each solid ripple and curve of his body.
"Hello, Grodd. I'm glad that you still seem to be possess the capacity to communicate beyond grunts and screeches," Wonder Woman replied, studying Grodd intensely.
"I lead my pack with guile and an...enhanced ability set, yes," Grodd conceded with a slight incline of his head. "But I can assure you, goddess, they are far from simple."
Wonder Woman knew she faced an uphill battle, and she tried not to stir as she looked upon this dominant silverback, holding his eye, demanding respect.
But Grodd seemed disinterested in holding her gaze, instead scanning her body as his subjects had. The lustrous sheen of her flimsy nylons caught Grodd's piercing gaze, drawing the sharp outline of her toned thighs and calves. Her breasts heaved slightly more as she tensed up, waiting for what came next.
"Grodd, you had best not challenge me as I leave this place. The entire Justice Leauge knows where I am and-"
"LIAR!" The boom in her brain nearly knocked Diana over. Grodd was a telepath of remarkable strength...and that strength had clearly grown since their last encounter. So quickly he had reached into mind and known the truth: she was on her own, and no back-up was coming. With slow, deliberate steps, Grodd paced up a down the huge tree bough from which he'd challenged Wonder Woman, inspecting her with unabashed hunger. He seemed to be considering.
When he finally spoke, it was with the confidence of a villain who felt he had the upper hand: "Human Princess. I will offer you just once the chance for gentle surrender. You will become my concubine, and I will treat you to my cock. We shall see if I can sire sons with you, and -if so- you may continue to live, pleasing me nightly. What say you?" Grodd purred, his eyes locked onto the mound of between Wonder Woman's thighs.
Wonder Woman's blood surged, taken aback by Grodd's audacious proposition. No man—or ape, as it were—had dared speak to her so directly and crudely before. Every word, every action so deliberate and seductive; it was an assault on her honor the likes of which she had never experienced. But moreover, it was an announcement of the stakes of their upcoming battle, stakes that vastly exceeded any for which Wonder Woman had prepared herself. She felt uncharacteristic vulnerability as she opened her mouth to protest.
"You beast! You expect me to simply surrender myself?" she demanded, a rising heat behind her eyes. He still did not look at her, instead blatantly continuing to appraise her body. Self-conscioulsy, she glanced down to her bustier and panties, adjusting them slightly, drawing Grodd's desire ever more ardently.
This display ignited Grodd's feral gaze, his voice low and dripping with lust. "You are a woman—an Amazonian, to be sure, but built for pleasing male company. There is no shame; no need to resist or fight. I offer you pleasure and safety. All that power you possess could be used to please and comfort." Grodd shifted his positioning then, offering Diana a frontal view of his girth. He wore a loin cloth, and Diana was shocked to behold the bulge beneath it. "And I can assure you that you would be pleasured in turn."
As Grodd continued, Wonder Woman's breath caught in her throat as realization dawned—Grodd was pushing himself into her mind...telepathically attempting to pry her will, to make her surrender. She had received training to resist such powers from J'onn, but her mind was not impregnable. Her heart beat rapidly in her breast. And yet her feminism reigned supreme. She might lose here today, but it would not be without a fight. "And if I fight you, Grodd? What then?"
Grodd grinned wickedly, eyes alight with the prospect of combat and conquest. "If you fight, Princess, you risk being overpowered by not just me but the rest of my ape minions. They have longed for the chance to sate their bestial desires, and I would be remiss in not allowing them the opportunity. I can guarantee they are more than capable of subduing you."
Her eyes swept from one gorilla soldier to the next, each more formidable and aroused than the last. They bore superhuman strength, speed, and endurance due to their genetic enhancements, and they -like Grodd- were barely contained by their minimal clothing consisting of leather straps and loincloths.
Wonder Woman's lips pressed into a firm line, her confidence manifesting as she considered Grodd's army of minions and the challenge they represented.
No matter. She could be besieged by 10,000 such horny beasts, and she would not just surrender. She took a fighting stance only slightly undermined by her costume, fists up and hips cocked appealingly to one side
"Have at you, then, beasts! I will never surrender! I am Wonder Woman, princess of the Amazons!"
Chapter 2
Waves of heat seeped through the dense foliage of Gorilla City's rainforest as the tropical sun cooked the earth. The air was thick and humid, and the symphony of the jungle played in the background: the distant grunts and howls of gorillas, the whispers of unseen creatures, and the pulsating rhythm of fat droplets striking thick foliage as a crescendo of thunderstorms brewed beyond the horizon.
As Wonder Woman prepared for the gorillas' attack, her eyes took in her surroudings, anything she could use to her advantage. Her apparel was not her usual battle armor; instead she had opted for the softer costume of lycra and nylon to which she had recently returned in order to give off a more feminine presenation; she might regret that today. Still, she could run and climb in her current boots, and she knew that might be necessary should the fight turn against her.
Suddenly, the undergrowth exploded with a half-dozen more gorillas, who had clearly been awaiting her answer to Grodd's proposal. A stream of bodies, clad in nothing but leather straps and loincloths, burst forth, snarling and growling with territorial intensity. They salivated, eyes glancing greedily at the scantily clad Wonder Woman. That made nearly 30 in total.
Her Amazonian instincts kicked in, and she met their aggressive arousal with calculated coolness, flowing from one stance to the next. They wathced her, taking her measure, until suddenly...an attack! Her hips swayed, graceful yet forceful, as she evaded their initial strikes with inhuman agility. The gorillas seemed taken aback by her relentless resistance, used to downing frail female prey in one assault. As they regrouped, she pulled it off her hip: her most powerful weapon.
With a superhuman swing, too rapid for them to anticipate, Wonder Woman cast her lasso over the densest portion of the pack, ennaring several of them. But from the cliff walls at the edge of the foliage -where, no doubt, Gorilla City lay hidden- there was a new assault: spears, hurled in her direction.
The clanging of metal against metal bounced off the cliff walls as Wonder Woman maneuvered herself into strategic positions, using her unoccupied arm to block the projectiles with her magical bracelets. Her body tensed and heaved in her nylons and lycra bustier, and she truly wished she'd not abandoned her armor for such feminine clothing. Still, she rolled and gyrated in dance-like motions, avoiding each blow and projecting confidence. Her red boots glittered with a fierce luster, leaving behind glowing trails as she glided effortlessly around her opponents. The nylons encasing her legs flaunted every inch of her muscular thighs. With each powerful leap, her sculpted calves tensed, becoming more tested with every move. Those gorillas not currently engaged in the melee followed her form hungrily, a mixture of admiration and desire playing in their expressions.
Grodd, the leader of the apes, had moved positions, leaping from trees to the outcropping of the jagged cliff face, now more shrouded in the shadows. Diana noted his position, wondering why he had not joined the fight...and knowing that when he did, the real trouble would begin. The leather straps around his waist and shoulders accentuated the toned, muscular physique that dominated his make-shift stage. His dark eyes gleamed as he admired Wonder Woman with a mixture of frustration and lust.
He had underestimated her will to fight; though his soldiers had whittled her clearly suprised her with their numbers, she continued to resist. Despite her scant attire, the way her tightly bound bustier accentuated her round, firm breasts, and the revealing confines of her star-spangled panties hugging her hips, she did not submit to their raw sexual energy. Instead, she took advantage of their distracted focus, striking them ruthlessly with her metal wristbands and leather calf-boots.
In short, she was gaining momentum. The gorillas grunted in pain and surprise, briefly staggered by the sharp blows.
Grodd's face twisted in anger, pupils dilating with lustful intent as he stood up, his strong figure now standing aloft, brushing off the shadows. He was strikingly huge as he leaned forward, muscles rippling, showing off his taut midriff. His dark, long hair cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall, and his hypnotizing gaze bore into her flesh.
It was time for him to take a part. He knew from her resistance to his earlier telepathic coaxing that Wonder Woman could not be overwhelmed by his mind control, but she could be distracted by it. Concentrating, he decided to blast short, sustained bursts into her mind.
Blast!
Grodd thrust images into the woman's thoughts, flashes of what she could have had if she had accepted his offer for her to be his concubine.
Diana stumbled back suddenly, one hand on her temple. Image after image danced in her brain while she tried to maintain the concentration to fight the single-minded apes:
There she was, bathed in milk, kneeling submissively for Grodd; her soft, succulent lips teasing the length of his hard shaft; her well-toned figure wrapped around him as they ecstatically coupled on a bearskin rug. Another: Wonder Woman submitted to him on his throne, naked but adorned in gold, rubies, and precious gems; images of sweaty flesh, grunts of pleasure as they found pleasure in each other's company. Another: grotesque, yet irresistible images of Wonder Woman bound, naked, and pleasure-tied in elaborate, perverse ways that for some reason stimulated her sexual appetite. Another: a mental slideshow of her in lusty throes of ecstasy, wearing only her star-studded panties, draped over the lap of a shirtless, sweating Grodd while he caressed her body possessively.
These illusions left Wonder Woman reeling, and she nearly fell to one knee, narrowly avoiding one of the gorillas' clumsy but aggressive advances.
Yet, she knew better than to surrender to his hypnotic charms. Using J'onn's strategies, she shifted her mind, re-dedicated all of her focus to her purpose, why she had come to this jungle in the first place. Her job was to protect humanity, to guard them from predators such as Grodd, predators that wished to use their superiority to claim their inferiors, ultimately enslaving the weak.
Yet the intensity of Grodd's lust shook her. Wonder Woman had been in erotically dangerous situations before -many were the villains who wanted to capture and caress such a strong beauty as she- but there was something different about the ordeal she currently faced. She was not typically vulnerable; rather, she was a formidable warrior whom men found irresistible. Here, however, the rules had changed; her statuesque beauty was a liability rather than a force for intimidation. Feeling she must seek a change in setting if she was to have a chance, Diana Prince cast about for options. There, tucked into the cliff face, was a cavern. Perhaps she could control the fight's flow in a more narrow environment, negate the impact of their numbers. She side-stepped carefully but quickly into the cave's entrance.
The gorillas pooled in after her, their virile erections growing as they pursued. Panting groans of arousal accompanied their leering advances, their eyes hungry with forbidden lust that had been denied them since the plague. The pungent aroma of animalistic desire cloaked the cave's entrance, and their lusty growls echoed through the chamber. "Let us hope I haven't trapped myself," the princess thought.
Suddenly, Wonder Woman grabbed her forehead in pain as Grodd projected another series of explicit fantasies into her brain: Wonder Woman, bound in the tight, white lycra uniform she had worn when they first fought, long ago - her legs spread and immobilized, arousal glistening on her inner thighs; Wonder Woman, wearing only her shiny nylons, crawling on the cold, stone floor of the cave, trying futilely to escape his captivity as he stalked her from behind; Wonder Woman, nude but for her tiara, reclining languorously on luxurious furs Grodd's chamber, hips suggestively cocked as she played along with his every desire.
Wonder Woman shook her head, trying to clear it from Grodd's telepathic onslaught. She closed her eyes and focused now on reciting her Amazonian battle mantra, the rhythm of the words as steady and familiar as a beating heart. It helped calm and empower her as she remembered who she was, what she had been created for, allowing her to ignore the lustful distractions swirling around her.
Again, she regained control, refusing to yield her body and soul to the ape.
Wonder Woman's body defied the images of her mind, and combat resumed. As now the apes had to lunge merely two or three at a time, she dodged their claws and teeth, backing further and further into the cave as their pack swelled.
But Grodd knew the terrain of this jungle, and was in fact ecstatic that she had chosen this particular entrance. It was a faux cavern, meant to deceive invaders of Gorilla City into an enclosed trap rather than a defensible position. Diana might have suspected a ruse had she full possession of her faculties, but the mental assaults her clearly reduced her battle prowess.
As Wonder Woman backed further into the cave, she was distressed to see that it opened up into an alcove at least the size of the previous clearing...and now with the detriment of having a single, thoroughly obstructed exit. The leather-clad gorillas, their bodies taught and rippling with power, had backed her into the area to capitalize on their advantage of numbers and size, rather have it negated.
Diana tried not to despair, but the lustful grunts of the apes grew louder in the dark confines of the cave, assaulting her ears and -against her will- playing enticingly alongside the fantasies Grodd had implanted in her subconscious.
Sensing she was about to be overwhelmed, Wonder Woman relied again on her most powerful weapon, allowing the Lasso of Truth to whip through the air, its stinging golden magic giving the beasts pause. But though the Lasso had given Wonder Woman an edge, she had been terrified to use it in this encounter. If Grodd was able to pluck from her brain the secret of the Lasso being used to bind her, he could make a single, hasty move to exploit the magic. A closely-guarded Amazoninan secret was that if Wonder Woman was bound by her own lasso, it would sap her strength and make her submissive. Grodd could take charge and use it to make her reveal her innermost secrets - or worse.
The leather-clad apes would delight in seeing her that vulnerable, and it would bring Grodd immeasurable satisfaction to conquer a one foe he could not dominate telepathically with her own weapon.
But it was her best chance to turn the tide of battle. So Wonder Woman grit her teeth, lasso in hand, the coiled golden lenghth snaking around her voluptuous form. From within its mystical aura, she drew fortitude, focusing her mind and preparing herself for the onslaught. But Diana had not reckoned with how weak Grodd's first two telepathic assaults had made her, and as she swung her Lasso, he sensed her desperation in resorting to the weapon. Grodd immediately pushed into her mind, violating her, withdrawing her secrets. This time, it was not a series of Grodd's fantasies, but Wonder Woman's deepest fears: tied, bound, leashed...all for his pleasure...all with...
The LASSO!
The lasso was the secret, and now Grodd knew it, just as Diana had feared.
As Grodd plucked from her mind these intimate glimpses into Wonder Woman's fears, he projected these visions to his soldiers, inciting their libidos to unbearable levels of domination. The gorillas were no longer able to resist the siren call of the Amazonian princess, and their lust grew more potent with each lascivious whisper.
Where as before they had feared her Lasso, now the apes grabbed for it, attempting to turn it on her. Wonder Woman knew that if they did so, she would well and truly lose all options.
Suddenly, just as she thought it, it happened. Five of the gorillas grabbed the end of her Lasso, and before she knew it, Diana was losing a game of tug of war. And judging by their ape cocks thrusting aggressively from their loin cloths, there would be only one outcome. With a surge of adrenaline, Wonder Woman fought with all her might, summoning the depths of her superhuman strength and agility to resist the force of the beasts pulling her towards them. But it was no use. The telepathic assaults, the overwhelming numbers, the unfamiliar ground and climate...it was exhausting her. As the beasts tugged, she realized she was losing.
It was then that she remembered a crucial rule of Amazonian combat: retreat is a tactic, not a dishonor.
Dropping the Lasso to the ground, Wonder Woman made a dash for the cave's exit. The fight was unimportant if losing meant becoming a slave. If she could just make her escape...
But no.
All hope left Diana as the apes, with shocking speed incentivized by the fantasy of ravishing her beauty, seized her lasso and turned it on her. Caught around the ankle by her own weapon, Wonder Woman toppled to the ground, still for only a stunned moment until the apes pulled on the rope, dragging her towards them. Her star-spangled panties rode up into her nyloned crack, threatening to expose their prize -her femininity- with every struggle. As she turned and kicked to free herself, she couldn't help but feel the leather and fur-clad bodies closing in on her bare skin, their warm breath on her body.
Chapter 3
The Lasso of Truth coiled around Wonder Woman’s limbs with cruel precision, its golden glow flickering like a predator’s grin. Four gorillas worked in tandem, their thick fingers weaving the enchanted rope around her wrists, ankles, and thighs with practiced efficiency. Diana thrashed, her muscles straining against the binds, but every movement only tightened the lasso’s grip, the magic humming against her skin like a lover’s whisper.
One gorilla, his leather straps slick with sweat, pinned her shoulders to the damp cave floor while another straddled her hips, his calloused paws sliding up her nylon-clad thighs. The fabric stretched taut over her quivering muscles, the star-spangled panties beneath riding higher with each desperate twist of her body. A third ape grasped her ankles, his rough palms skimming up her calves to knead the firm flesh of her thighs, his claws catching teasingly on the delicate material of her hose. The fourth looped the lasso around her torso, cinching it just below her bustier, the pressure making her gasp as the leather-bound gorilla above her growled low in his throat—a sound that vibrated through her core.
Diana’s breath came in ragged bursts, her body arching involuntarily as the apes manipulated her like a puppet. The lasso’s magic seeped into her, dulling her resistance, stoking a surrender she couldn’t suppress. Diana was shocked at the Lasso's commands, and powerless to resist them: Unbidden, her struggles grew slower, more sinuous, her hips rolling against the weight of the gorilla atop her as if her body had its own agenda. The scent of musk and sweat filled the air, mingling with the metallic tang of her own arousal. She hated how her body reacted to their magical dominance, as her nipples hardened beneath the strained fabric of her bustier. Sensing her surrender, another ape leaned down to sniff the sweat glistening between her breasts.
Grodd loomed in the periphery, his massive frame radiating dominance as he watched her degradation unfold. His lips curled into a smirk when Wonder Woman’s gaze flickered to the unmistakable bulge straining against his leather straps—twitching with anticipation.
She recoiled internally, disgust warring with the treacherous pulse the Lasso had put between her legs. The other apes were no better; their erections jutted obscenely from their loincloths, ruddy and glistening, their heavy scent cloying in her nostrils. She turned her face away, but the image burned behind her eyelids: primal, bestial, unavoidable.
The gorillas' fingers dug into her flesh as they wrenched her ankles upward, binding them to her wrists with ruthless efficiency. Hogtied, Diana’s body was forced into a taut, humiliating arch, her ass raised high, her bustier straining against the lasso’s grip. The nylon encasing her legs stretched thin over her flexing thighs, the star-spangled panties now a mere wisp of fabric swallowed by the cleft of her cheeks. Every shift of her body made the apes groan, their cocks bobbing against her—hot, insistent. One brushed the back of her thigh, leaving a slick trail of pre-cum on her stocking; another rutted against her hip, his breath ragged in her ear. She shuddered, revolted by their animalistic hunger, yet her skin burned where they touched her.
Grodd’s laughter rumbled through the cave, dark and indulgent. He lounged against the stone wall, stroking himself through his straps, his gaze raking over Diana’s bound form. The apes circled her like a pack, shedding their loincloths with guttural growls. Thick, ruddy cocks slapped against furred thighs, the musk of their arousal thickening the air.
Diana twisted her face away, but the sounds—wet, ragged breathing, the slap of flesh—pressed in on her. She squeezed her eyes shut, but the heat of their bodies surrounded her, their paws gripping her nylon-clad thighs, dragging her toward them. The gorillas chuffed and hooted, circling her like a prize.
The gorillas didn’t rush. They lingered as they pawed her. One knelt beside her, his calloused fingers tracing the hem of her panties where they’d ridden up, the nylon stretched thin over her trembling thighs. Another crouched at her head, his hot breath puffing against her neck as he sniffed—long, deep, hungry—at the sweat-slick hollow behind her ear. She jerked away, but the movement only made the ropes bite deeper, the lasso’s magic thrumming through her veins like a second pulse. Yet she knew that she did not have long. How could this have happened?
Diana's cheek pressed into the damp earth, the grit of the cave floor grinding into her skin as she twisted her hips—not to escape, but to angle herself away from the worst of it. The hogtie pulled taut, her wrists lashed to her ankles with her own golden lasso, forcing her into an obscene, arched bow. Her bustier strained against the rope, the fabric digging into her ribs with each frantic breath.
Defiance burned in her chest, acidic and bright, but beneath it—beneath—something else writhed. Grodd’s telepathic whispers had slithered under her skin during the fight, leaving phantom touches that lingered like bruises. The images—herself spread on his throne, her lips wrapped around his cock—should’ve repulsed her. Did. But her body… Her body remembered the heat that Grodd had implanted with each hypnotic assault.
As she was bound -as she was handled- Wonder Woman was shocked to sense a slight slickness between her thighs wasn’t just from exertion; she could feel it, thick and shameful, clinging to the inside of her nylon-clad legs. She had been captured by men before, but never had this been her reaction. She was astonished that Grodd had such power over her.
Worse: The gorillas seemed to smell it on her scent. Their nostrils flared, their growls pitching lower, their cocks bobbing against furred bellies as more crowded closer.
Diana clenched her jaw. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing her panic.
Her breath hitched as the gorillas’ claws dug into her thighs—too rough, too eager—their thick fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. The fabric stretched taut, the lycra seams creaking ominously. She could feel their hot breaths on her exposed skin, their cocks twitching inches from her flesh. One knelt between her legs, his paws gripping the backs of her thighs, forcing them wider, as wide as her hogtie would permit—
And then, silence.
The gorillas froze mid-motion, their guttural growls dying in their throats. The one gripping Diana’s thighs went rigid, his claws retracting from her skin as if burned. The air thickened, heavy with musk and something else—dominance. Diana’s pulse hammered against the lasso’s grip as the apes retreated, shuffling backward with bowed heads, their erections flagging under some unseen command. Only then did Grodd approach, stepping forward to approach the melee for the first time since she's been lassoed, his silhouette vast and deliberate.
His cock, previously obvious but concealed, now jutted slightly from the confines of his leather straps, perhaps as thick as a fist from what she could see. The other apes whimpered, their eyes darting between Diana’s prone form and Grodd’s shaft—larger, harder, undeniable. She understood then: this wasn’t just submission. It was claiming. Grodd wasn’t merely permitting her degradation—he was orchestrating it, ensuring every touch, every moistening, every humiliating inch of her exposure was his to mete out. The others were just instruments.
Diana’s breath stuttered as Grodd crouched beside her, his knuckles dragging down the sweat-slick valley between her breasts. His claws caught on the lasso’s golden coils, tightening them further, until her bustier strained against the pressure, the star-spangled fabric threatening to split. “Princess,” he purred, the word vibrating through her ribs, “your defiance is delicious. But even Amazons know when to kneel.”
She snarled, bucking against the binds, but the lasso’s magic flared—bright, searing—and her muscles went slack, betrayal pooling in her gut. Grodd’s smirk widened. He leaned in, his breath hot and rancid with dominance. “Choose,” he murmured, one broad palm sliding down her belly to cup the soft fabric of her panties. His fingers pressed—just there—and Diana’s hips jerked, a traitorous moan escaping before she could choke it back. “Surrender to me,” he growled, “or I’ll let them remind you what happens to little girls who play with beasts.” Her pulse roared in her ears. The gorillas shifted, their claws flexing, their cocks twitching—ready, eager. She imagined their hands on her, their teeth at her throat, their thick lengths forcing into her—no. Diana swallowed, her throat raw. Grodd’s fingers curled tighter, his claws pricking through her panties. She shuddered, her throat trembling as the first hot tear slipped free. “I—I yield.” The words tasted like ash.
Grodd’s laugh boomed through the cave. With a flick of his wrist, the apes retreated, their whimpers fading into the shadows. He worked the lasso, first loosening its coils from her limbs and torso—only to snake around her throat in a cruel mockery of a collar. She was no longer hogtied, but thanks to the lasso's cruel magic, she was leashed...and no less a captive. Diana gasped as it cinched snug beneath her jaw, the rope warm against her sweat-slick skin. He tugged, forcing her spine into a sharp arch, her breasts thrust forward, her bound hands falling limp against the small of her back. The leash pulled, it's magic so much more overwhelming when it was deployed against her.
“Stand,” Grodd commanded, his voice dripping with amusement.
Diana’s muscles locked. Every fiber of her Amazonian will screamed no, but the lasso’s golden coils pulsed brighter around her throat, its magic seeping into her veins like liquid fire. Her thighs trembled, her calves flexed—she could feel the damp cave floor beneath her booted feet, the grit pressing into her soles. Yet her body moved against her, hips tilting forward, spine straightening in slow, unwilling increments.
Her knees protested, her legs shaking with the effort of resistance, but the magic was merciless. It carved through her defiance like a hot knife, leaving only the raw, humiliating truth: she was rising. Grodd’s grip on the lasso tightened, the leather of his straps creaking as he guided her upright with a series of sharp, possessive tugs.
Diana’s breath hitched—her boots were still laced tight, her nylons still smooth and unblemished save for the faint sheen of sweat at her thighs. But her bustier… The golden coils had cinched it cruelly during her struggle, the fabric straining over her ribcage, the star-spangled cups digging into the soft flesh of her breasts. Grodd’s gaze lingered there, his tongue dragging over his lower lip as he circled her like a sculptor inspecting his marble.
“Arms up,” he commanded, his voice thick with amusement. The lasso flared, its magic coiling around her wrists like serpents, forcing her to lift them overhead. Diana’s muscles trembled—not from exertion, but from the violation of it, the way her body obeyed even as her spirit raged. Grodd’s claws skimmed the damp underside of her bust, tracing the satin seam where fabric met skin. He hooked a single finger into the center clasp, his other hand cupping her ribs possessively. “Breathe in,” he murmured—as if she had a choice. The clasp popped open with a snick, the sudden release making her gasp as the stiff fabric slackened.
Grodd didn’t rush. He peeled the bustier down like unwrapping a gift, each inch revealed earning a low, approving growl. The cool cave air prickled her sweat-slicked skin, her nipples hardening instantly—a visual her magically-commandeered arms couldn’t hide. In amusement, Grodd's thumb swiped over one, rough and deliberate, before he gripped the fabric at her waist and yanked it down her hips. The material clung, resisting until the last moment, dragging her panties askew in its descent. Diana’s breath hitched as the star-spangled panties slid over her thighs before pooling at her ankles. Grodd’s claws traced the red star marks left behind, his chuckle vibrating through her bones. “Even your imprints are patriotic.”
Grodd circled her slowly, his knuckles brushing the back of her knees, making her flinch. “Better than being mounted by the pack?” he mused, pausing to drag a claw down the cleft of her ass, the seat of her pantyhose still presenting the slightest barrier. Diana clenched her jaw, refusing to shudder. “Or worse?”
The lasso tightened around her throat—not choking, but commanding. Grodd’s free hand gripped her waist, spinning her abruptly to face the cave wall.
"Turn," he growled.
The lasso compelled her before the word even finished echoing off the cave walls. Diana pivoted stiffly, her thighs brushing together with a whisper of nylon—a sound Grodd’s ears twitched toward instantly. His nostrils flared, drinking in the scent of her trapped heat beneath the synthetic fibers.
His first touch was a reverent scrape of claws along the back of her knee. The pantyhose shimmered under the torchlight, sheer enough to reveal the golden undertone of her skin beneath, yet taut enough to resist the press of his fingertips. Grodd exhaled through his nose, fascinated by the way the material clung to every contour—the subtle dimpling behind her knees, the swell of her calves, the way it disappeared between her thighs, damp and darkened with her exertion.
Diana shivered as his palm slid upward, following the silky sheath that traced the back of her legs. The nylon stretched thin over her quivering muscles, resisting briefly before yielding to the heat of his touch. Grodd growled low in his throat, kneading the firm flesh of her thigh through the fabric, his claws catching on the delicate weave. “This,” he murmured, dragging a finger along the waistband where it bit into her hips, “is no Amazon’s armor.” The elastic snapped against her skin with a soft twang, making her flinch. “It's purpose is beauty, not warfare.” His grip tightened, fingers hooking into the waistband and pulling it away from her body just enough to watch it recoil—slowly, sinuously—back against her flesh. The imprint lingered, a pink latticework against her golden skin.
Then, he knelt.
Grodd’s massive frame lowered with surprising grace, his knees pressing into the damp earth as he cradled Wonder Woman’s booted foot in his palm. Diana’s breath hitched—not from fear, but from the sheer power of the act. His claws traced the scalloped edge of her star-emblazoned boot, skimming the laces with deliberate care before tugging them loose one by one. The leather sighed as it released her, the sound soft in the cavern’s hush. He peeled the boot away slowly, his fingers curling around her nylon-clad heel, his thumb pressing into the arch with a possessiveness that made her toes curl. The second boot followed, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as her bare soles met the cool cave air.
She could feel the gorillas watching. Their breath came in ragged huffs, their musk thickening the air as their eyes devoured her half-naked form. Diana clenched her fists, but there was no hiding the way her nipples pebbled under their scrutiny, no masking the flush creeping down her chest. Her tiara sat askew, its golden sheen mocking her, the last bastion of her dignity. On her legs, her pantyhose clung, their semi-sheer sheen the only thing still separating her from total exposure. Grodd’s claws skimmed her ankle, his grip shifting to the waistband of her hose, and Diana’s stomach dropped.
Her lips parted—to curse, to plead, something—but Grodd’s chuckle silenced her before she could speak. “No,” he rumbled, his claws hooking into the nylon’s edge, “you don’t get words.” The lasso pulsed, its magic slithering up her throat like a hand clamping over her mouth. Diana’s jaw locked, her tongue heavy and useless. She could only glare as he peeled the pantyhose down her thighs with agonizing slowness, the fabric dragging against her damp skin, the elastic waistband snapping against her hips before yielding. The cool air kissed her bare flesh, raising goosebumps in its wake.
Grodd paused when the nylon pooled at her knees, his claws tracing the lace-topped edge where her stockings had once been. The contrast was obscene—her golden thighs, trembling slightly, and the sheer fabric clinging to them like a lover’s last caress. He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring as he dragged the hose down her calves, his grip just shy of cruel. When the nylon finally slipped free of her toes, he held it aloft, the material shimmering like spider silk in the torchlight. “Such finery,” he mused, rubbing the damp crotch panel between his fingers before pressing it to his snout. His eyes rolled back as he inhaled—long, deep, guttural—her musk mingling with the synthetic weave. “I enjoy them...and what their scent reveals. You’ll wear these daily,” he murmured, his voice thick with promise. “Only for me. When, that is, I allow you anything at all."
Diana’s breath came in shallow bursts, her body betraying her with every shudder. She tried to cross her arms over her chest, her fingers twitching toward the apex of her thighs—anything to shield herself from the leering apes, from Grodd’s ravenous gaze. But the lasso flared, its golden coils tightening around her throat with a warning hum. “Arms down,” Grodd commanded, his voice a velvet whip. The magic surged, searing through her muscles like molten wire. Diana gasped as her limbs snapped to her sides, her palms flattening against her thighs with a force that stung. The movement thrust her breasts forward, her nipples further pebbling in the cool cave air.
Grodd’s nostrils flared as he stepped closer, his knuckles skimming the downy trail leading to her mound. Diana’s hips jerked away from his touch, even as her skin burned where his claws grazed her. “Look at you,” he rumbled, his breath hot against her ear. “Dewy as a jungle flower.” His fingers parted her curls, the dark thatch neatly trimmed, glistening with the evidence of her body’s treason. The scent—musky, ripe—made his pupils dilate. He dragged a single claw through her slickness, collecting it like nectar before pressing it to his lips.
Grodd’s laugh boomed. “You fought so hard,” he mocked, his thumb circling her clit with cruel precision. “But your cunt knew the truth. My telepathic whispers didn’t just haunt you, princess. They prepared you.”
The leash jerked suddenly, sending Diana stumbling forward—naked, exposed, her thighs still trembling with the aftershocks of forced arousal. The lasso’s golden coils gleamed against her flushed throat, pulsing in time with Grodd’s strides as he dragged her towards a wall of the cave. Suddenly, at Grodd's telepathic command, the wall transformed, revealing itself to Diana.
It was not some bare slab of nature at all, but instead an entrance. A gargoyle-lined archway loomed, the maw of some primordial beast ready to swallow her whole. The scent of wet stone and musk clung to the air, thick enough to taste. Diana’s bare feet slapped against the smooth-worn steps, and when she hesitated, Grodd gave humiliating jerk on her leash to compel her forwards.
Behind her, the gorillas’ guttural laughter faded, replaced by the rhythmic slap of their palms against the ground—a taunting, bestial applause. Grodd’s grip on the lasso didn’t falter, but his free hand skated possessively down the knobs of her spine, claws pricking just enough to make her arch. “You’ll learn to love your collar, princess,” he rumbled, the words vibrating through her ribs like a second heartbeat. Diana’s jaw clenched. She would never.
The obsidian walls swallowed them whole, the air thickening with the scent of damp fur and something darker—incense, thick and cloying, curling around her as they descended the stone steps into what Wonder Woman could only assume was Gorilla City. Grodd’s chuckle bounced off the vaulted ceilings as he tugged her next through long hallways carved with leering simian faces, their stone tongues lolling in perpetual hunger. Diana’s nipples hardened against the sudden draft, her body betraying her yet again. She refused to look down—refused to admit how aware she was of every flickering torch casting her nude form in flickering gold and shadow.
Her pulse hammered against the lasso’s chokehold. The temple throbbed around her, a living thing, its walls pulsing with faint bioluminescent veins that traced upward toward a domed temple up ahead. Gorilla City’s heart. Grodd’s claws skimmed the small of her back, possessive and mocking, as he guided her toward the its entrance.
As they entered the temple, a huge chamber -far beyond the size of anything she would've expected hidden in the rocks she'd beheld from outside- opened before her. Her bare soles slapped against the smooth stone, the sound obscenely loud in the cavernous space.
Inside, their was more stonework, evoking Aztec art. Also: banners, rugs, furs, and gold...all well-lit by flickering torchlight. And in the center of it all, a huge throne atop a dais. "Of course," thought Diana as she drew up before it. "He's a king here. And kings love their symbols."
"There. Gaze into that mirror," Grodd growled, his breath hitting the nape of her neck—hot, rancid with triumph—as he tugged the lasso taut, forcing her chin up. The reflection that greeted her in the chamber's broad mirror was a stranger: golden skin flushed with shame, thighs trembling where they met, the dark thatch between them still glistening from sweat and stimulation. But as she met her own gaze in the mirror, Diana suddenly saw the image swirl. She shook her head like a pony, trying to rid it of the webs of Grodd's telepathy but it was not use: her reflection reformed before her eyes, and instead of herself in captivity, Diana gazed upon what Grodd saw as her future: Adorned in skimpy lingerie and silks, she was sitting upon his lap, her tiara poised perfectly upon her head, a white, wedding-esque veil over her face. In her "reflection," she fed him grapes while he sat upon his throat with one hand, while the other reached beneath his loin cloth to stroke his ape cock. st of all was the collar—her own lasso, coiled snug beneath her jaw like a pet’s adornment.
After a moment, the reflection mercifully returned to normal, and Wonder Woman was shocked at how gratified she was to see her simple, compulsory nudity in the mirror, rather than willing servitude. As Grodd chuckled richly in her ear, Diana’s fingers twitched at her sides.
She could escape it. She would. Just not yet. Not while Grodd’s telepathic grip still slithered through her synapses like oil, not while the apes soldiers lurked in the city's halls, their musk thickening the air with feral hunger.
She may be his captive now, she told herself. But never his slave. Never his plaything. Never his queen.
Diana lifted her chin higher, locking eyes with her reflection—with the defiant glint that still burned behind the humiliation. But she could not ignore how the temple pulsed around her, its bioluminescent veins throbbing in time with her heartbeat. Grodd’s claws tightened on the lasso, his chuckle vibrating through the golden coils like a predator savoring the chase.
And not for the first time since entering the jungle...Diana's storied bravery faltered.