Wonder Woman vs Catwoman

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WONDER WOMAN VS CATWOMAN: CAT SCRATCH FEVER

By Pigboy

Wonder Woman looked left, then right. Nothing. The alley was clear. She slipped into the darkness and eased down to the door with the single bulb burning above it. The door was closed, but careful inspection revealed it had been jimmied open. Glancing up and to her left, she spotted the security box, with an illegal jamming devise attached to it.

"Catwoman is getting better," she muttered, then smiled darkly. "But not good enough to escape me. Justice will finally prevail."

The voluptuous, raven-maned Amazon took a deep breath, thrusting out her impressive breasts in doing so. Then she flexed her muscles, before starting to stretch. Catwoman was not super powered, but she was a wily fighter and cunning adversary. The super sexy vigilante would have to be on her toes to catch the infamous cat burglar red-handed.

The Amazon Princess was decked out in her legendary costume: golden tiara, red satin bustier, with a bright golden eagle on the front, its spread wing thrust across her breast cups, blue star-spangled, French cut shorts and red stiletto calf boots. On her wrists were Amazonian bracelets, which were symbols of her all-female tribes enslavement by Hercules, and thus a warning about underestimating men. The golden Girdle of Hippolyte encircled her narrow waist, highlighting her flaring, well rounded hips. That ancient and sacred girdle gave Wonder Woman her amazing strength, speed and endurance. Without it, she was just a normal woman.

The clatter of stilettos from inside the closed door alert the Amazing Amazon. Wonder Woman eased back into the nightshadows and waited for Catwoman to make her appearance. Just seconds later the door opened and Catwoman strutted out in all her arrogant glory.

Catwoman was a gorgeous woman. Tall and shapely, she also possessed an impressive rack. Wonder Woman idly wondered if she had Amazon blood, considering how much like an Amazon she was built and moved. The infamous cat burglar was raven-maned like Wonder Woman, but with emerald green eyes instead of baby blues like the voluptuous vigilante. Her statuesque body was sheathed in purple spandex, with black thigh boots and black opera gloves. Her face and head was covered by a purple cowl with cat ears, allowing her shimmering black hair to flow out beneath and behind, falling in silken waves to the small of her back.

Catwoman was attended by four henchmen. Two were large, burly men. Two were petite, shapely women. The men wore dark purple suits and black masks, while the women work purple one-piece bathing suits, with fishnet stockings and black stiletto ankle boots. They also wore black opera gloves and masks. Everyone was carrying a purple sack of stolen gems and jewelry.

"Another puuurrrfect crime, my sexy kittens," Catwoman said.

Before any of her minions could answer, Wonder Woman stepped out of the shadows and into the dim circle of light. Catwoman's followers gasped and assumed fighting stances, but the self described Queen of Cat Burglars only looked amused by the sexy super heroine's unexpected appearance.

"Ah, another of those boorish super heroines," Catwoman said. She looked Wonder Woman over, head to head, and sneered. "Have you gained weight?"

"Did you get a boob job?" Wonder Woman replied.

Catwoman's emerald eyes flashed, and she hissed at the gorgeous Amazon.

"Take her down, my cuddly kittens," she said. "I think the Amazon bimbo would make an excellent addition to my little cathouse in the projects."

Wonder Woman scrunched up her face. Even the thought of working as a hooker disgusted her. Eeks, how nasty dirty was that? How utterly demeaning? Could a woman sink any lower than prostitution? And to think Catwoman thought she could be forced to whore herself! It was outrageous.

The two male henchmen charged her without fear.

Fools, led by a bigger fool, she thought.

Wonder Woman flipped over them. They had charged her side by side, which was foolish as well. They were just making it easier for her. Landing behind the confused minions, she turned and removed her magic lasso. A second later, it ensnared the two men.

"Halt," Wonder Woman said. "I command you to stop fighting me and surrender."

"I surrender," they said in unison.

"Sit down and don't move," she commanded, and removed the lasso from around them. It only took a few seconds and it was over. Then she turned to Catwoman, looking smug and self-satisfied. "You want to be next?"

"I like your rope," Catwoman purred. "Momma want."

"There lies your problem, Catwoman. You want other people's possessions," Wonder Woman said. "You are a bright, energetic woman. If you applied yourself to honest work, you would go far in this world. Instead, you prefer to use your natural intelligence and abilities for evil, to commit crimes. And for that, you will rot in prison the rest of your life."

"My, aren't you a pep pill?" Catwoman said. She pulled her bullwhip. "Let's do it. Your lasso against my whip."

Catwoman snapped her whip at Wonder Woman's face. Twice. Then she tried to hit her bare left shoulder. The sexy Amazon threw up her left arm, caught the whip on her bracelet. The emerald eyed beauty tried to jerk her off-balance, but it wasn't going to happen. Wonder Woman was too experienced and much stronger than her feminine adversary.

Two sexy minions slammed into the voluptuous vigilante vixen. Wonder Woman was taken completely by surprise. She didn't think those two girlie-girls were any threat to her. But the redhead hit her high, and the blonde slammed into the back of her knees.

Wonder Woman went down like a sack of potatoes.

Catwoman's kittens grabbed her hair, jerking her head back, and at the same time another hand grabbed the bustier top and pulled it down. Big, milky globes popped out, bouncing and jostling.

"Get off me, you moronic bimbos," Wonder Woman cried, elbowing the redhead in the face and kneeing the blonde in the chin. Catwoman jerked her whip again, stretching Wonder Woman's arm all the way out. "Uughh, stop it."

"Hold her, my sweet kittens," Catwoman said. She wrapped her end of the whip around a pipe in the wall, and raced over. A swift kick to the head, and Wonder Woman stopped struggling briefly. Catwoman knew she had to act quickly. Super heroines in general, and Wonder Woman in particular, recovered remarkable fast. She ripped the golden lasso from the stunning Amazon's weakened fingers, and looped one end around Wonder Woman's neck. "Stop fighting."

Wonder Woman froze. Captured and compelled to obey Catwoman's every command, no matter how horrible or depraved. Big baby blue eyes rose up to look into triumphant emerald green eyes.

"Nice tits," Catwoman said. "My kittens, can you suckle any milk from them?"

With that, both of her brainless criminal bimbos seized a tit and wrapped firm, full lips around very sensitive nipples. Wonder Woman's eyes closed and her lips parted slightly, as a low groan came out.

"Uuummmmm."

"I knew you'd like that, Wonder Bitch," Catwoman purred. "Now, pulled your shorts off and spread your legs wide."

Before Wonder Woman could obey, the two kittens squealed with delight and pulled her shorts down for her. Then her thong panties were removed. Wonder Woman spread her legs wide after that.

"I'm going to take the lasso off of you now," Catwoman said. "Do not more. Do not try to escape or fight in any way or manner. Understand?"

"Yes. I will not try to escape."

"Good girl."

Catwoman removed the magic lasso from around Wonder Woman's neck, then sauntered over to her two docile henchmen. She wrapped the lasso around them.

"Forget all commands that Wonder Woman gave you," she commanded. "You are released from all compulsions."

"Son of a bitch!" one of them shouted. "I want a piece of her, bad."

"Me, too. I'll teach her to use Amazon magic on me," the other piped in angrily.

Catwoman returned to Wonder Woman's side to find that both of her kittens were massaging the vanquished Amazon's twat. Well, redheaded Bambi was rubbing the sexy super heroine's clit, while blonde Barbi was finger fucking her. They were both still sucking on her nipples, of course. Wonder Woman was doing everything in her power not to squirm or writhe, much less moan and groan. What they were doing was incredibly erotic and felt too good to be true. They were driving her mad with sexual need and desire. The butterflies all exploded into intense flames almost the moment Bambi found her clit.

"No milk yet?"

"Nope," Bambi said. "But we got her fired up big time down below."

"Yep," Barbi chirped. "We got her sopping wet. She's ready to be fucked big time."

Both kittens intensified their activities for a long moment. Wonder Woman found her body betraying her; that heady liquid heat was firing up almost to the point of no return.

"Uuuuuggghhh," she groaned, almost unable to suppress it any more.

"Good girls, my lovely kittens," Catwoman said, smirking knowing. "She's almost there. Redouble your efforts, please."

"Uuuummmmmmggghh," Wonder Woman groaned more wantonly.

"Puurrfect."

Catwoman wrapped the lasso around Wonder Woman's neck again. She leaned over and reached down with one hand to her beautiful face. The sexy arch villainess smiled wickedly, and pulled Wonder Woman's lower lip down.

"I command you to stop fighting the orgasm," Catwoman said. Wonder Woman's eyes flew open, very wide. "Let it go."

"Hera! Save me!" she cried, at the brink. Then that feared climax erupted deep in her belly. "Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Climax again," Catwoman commanded.

"Uuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhh! Oh Hera, I can't fight her power over me!"

"Again."

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee! Oh! Oh! Uuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeee!"

"Again."

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuugggghh!"

"Doesn't she scream pretty, my kittens?" Catwoman said, laughing. "Again!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggh!"

Catwoman reached behind the vanquish Amazon vixen's back and unzipped her bustier. Seconds later it was tossed atop her discarded shorts. Then the golden Girdle of Hippolyte fell across that pile of lost clothing, and super strength and endurance was instantly lost. The captured crime fighter's clothes removed, Catwoman had one of the henchmen, Walter, drop his pants and lay down. She tugged on Wonder Woman's lasso.

"Stand up, Wonder Twat," Catwoman said. "We're about to puurformthe purrfect super heroine smack down."

Wonder Woman's baby blues flash darkest hate. She might be compelled to obey all of Catwoman's commands to the letter, but that didn't mean she wanted to do them. She was still mistress of her own mind. And she knew there had to be a way to escape her predicament. Otherwise, she was doomed.

She stood up as directed. The kittens fell back, moaning in protest. They, at least, were have wicked fun. At her expense. Wonder Woman was grateful for the respite. Considering what Catwoman was doing, though, she suspected her respite would be short lived.

Wonder Woman was maneuvered so that she stood over Walter, her red booted feet to either side of his hip and facing towards his feet. She was commanded to drop to her knees like that, so that she straddled his hips, his hard cock pressed up between her ass cheeks. Walter guided his dick head to her sphincter.

"Relax your ass hole, Wondie," Catwoman commanded. "Do everything you can to help poor Walter penetrate your poop chute and have a grand time there."

"Uuuuggggghhhhhh!" Wonder Woman groaned, the pain and pleasure exquisite as the evil man impaled her rump on eight inches of cock meat. As commanded, she pushed back onto his cock, pushing herself down his long, thick shaft. "Oh, Hera, she forces me to break the most wicked of sexual taboos first thing!"

"You will not fight any orgasm, but seek to intensify and multiply them," Catwoman commanded.

"Uuughhh, please," Wonder Woman groaned. "I must obey!"

"Yes, you must," Catwoman said, and laughed. "I LOVE this lasso. Now, Wonder Slut, lean back until you are laying on Walter."

Wonder Woman obeyed. No choice there. It was an awkward position, bend over backwards over her legs, trying to keep her hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm to obey her command to increase the sexual pleasure felt. Then Catwoman called up the other henchman, Harald.

"Okay, Harald, there's Wonder Woman's wonder twat," she said. "Fuck the shit out of it, boy."

Harald dropped between Wonder Woman's wide spread legs, guided his cock to her pussy, and pushed in with authority. Her back arched up and she flung her arms wide.

"Uuuuuuuugggggghhhhhhh! Hera! Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeee!" she screamed. "I can't….aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!"

"Wow, Catwoman," Barbi said. "She REALLY likes getting fucked, doesn't she?"

"All super heroines do, my sweet puss," she said, stroking the smaller blonde's silky hair. "Now you and Bambi get back to work on those sweet tits."

Moments later, Wonder Woman found herself being reamed front and back by two well endowed men while a pair of sex kittens sucked on her nipples. And she was dangerously close to having machine gun orgasms, one right after another, over and over again. It had only happened to her once before in her life, when Darkseid and his evil minions captured and gang raped her for over five hours, before her super heroine friends arrived to save her.

Catwoman watched Wonder Woman service her evil minions as she grew more and more horny. Soon, she couldn't take it any more. She found the hidden zipper in her skin tight suit, and unzipped from her tailbone to her navel, exposing her completely waxed pussy.

"Eat me, Wonder Harlot," Catwoman commanded, as she straddled the helpless heroine's upturned face. Thanks to the mind control power of the lasso, the Amazing Amazon didn't hesitate. She started licking and sucking immediately. "Oh, yes. That's how it's done. Take care of momma."

They fucked and sucked the oversexed Amazon for the better part of thirty minutes, savoring every second. After ten minutes, the helpless heroine was experiencing machine gun climaxes. Then both men shot their wad within a few seconds of each other, and Catwoman was building up to her fifth climax.

"What's going on down there?" a commanding voice called.

A spotlight came alive and turned on them.

"Police," Harald cried, pulled out and yanked up his pants. "We gotta get!"

"Grab the loot, boys!" Catwoman cried, leaping to her feet. Walter tossed Wonder Woman's spent, limp body aside. It surprised Catwoman, and the golden lasso was ripped from her grasp. Then she heard the footfalls of running men coming her way down the all. "Run! Into the van!"

Catwoman cursed her luck. They didn't have time to take Wonder Woman, or even time enough to retrieve that wonderful lasso. But she had to smile when she thought of what they'd done to that proud Amazon warrior princess.

Wonder Woman was groaning and struggling to her knees. Catwoman hissed at her, extended her claws and ran over. She slashed Wonder Woman's shoulder, leaving four red lines about four inches long each.

"Ha! Enjoy THAT, Wonder Slut!"

And with that, Catwoman raced away after her minions.

"Oh, Hera, I escaped," Wonder Woman groaned, idly wondering why her shoulder burned cold instead of hot. It was odd. Then two cops arrived, panting and wild-eyed. "Thank the Gods you arrived."

"Wow, Wonder Woman, is that you?" one cop said. Then he glanced down the alley at the retreating forms. "Was that Catwoman?"

"Yes, officer, that was the evil she-villain, Catwoman," Wonder Woman said, struggling to her knees. "Will someone, without saying anything, remove the lasso from my throat? Please."

She didn't want them to say anything that might give her a compulsion. The older of the two cops carefully removed the lasso and dropped it to the side. Then he helped her stand. As courteous as the cops were, neither was able to tear their eyes from her naked body, especially her breasts, for more than a few seconds at a time. So Wonder Woman dressed as quickly as she could, which wasn't all that fast. She was exhausted.

Once she was dressed, she told the officers what she knew, promised to put in a good word on both of their behalves, and left. It was very late, about five A.M. to be exact.

"So hot," she breathed, rubbing at her throat with both hands. Her shapely body was still tingly, hot and sweaty. It was so hard to calm herself down after being so thoroughly fucked. "Must get home. A cold shower will do me wonders."

Diana's car was a few blocks over, parked in an all night supermarket. No one would notice an extra car there. She'd "Changed" into Wonder Woman two blocks from the car, after she was certain no one was following her or watching. Now she needed a safe place to Change back and go to the car. Within thirty minutes she could be home and in the shower.

"Whoa, baby, strut your stuff, sweet heart," a bold young man called as they passed. There weren't that many people out at that hour, but a few. At the moment, he was the only one she could see on that street. Though, his attention was stoking her libido something terrible. "What's up with that? No answer? You too stuck up to talk to me?"

"No," she said, stopping and frowning at him. "I'm sorry. I'm in a hurry, that's all."

"That's better," he said, moving up close. "Hey, are you the real Wonder Woman? Or are you coming home from a costume party?"

"I'm the real one," Wonder Woman said.

"Are you all right, Wonder Woman? You look like you're in bad shape," he said, sounding concerned. She smiled at him. How sweet. It stoked her libido some more, enough that it scared her. If she didn't leave fast, she would drag him into a nearby alley and fuck him stupid. Then he surprised her by starting to massage her tense shoulders. "Man, you're all tensed up. You need some relief."

"Yes, relief," she groaned, enjoying his magic fingers too much. Her head rolled back and she groaned wantonly. "Mmmmmmm."

Before she realized it, he was pressed up behind her and his lips were on her neck. She laid her head on his shoulder, exposing her long, slender neck to his will. He kissed and nibbled, nuzzled and licked her neck, shoulder and ear so well, she didn't realize he stopped massaging her shoulders and started fondling her tits for a couple minutes. He rolled her large, firm tits around in his strong hands for several minutes, before he reached in and scooped them out of their snuggly resting place.

"Oooo, baby," she groaned. She realized at that time she was grinding her shapely rump into his groin. How long had she been doing that? "Uuuuummmmm."

They were both panting at this point.

Wonder Woman reached down and behind, and started stroking his cock through his pants. It was already hard, but she made it harder. Without thought, she unzipped him and reached to give that cock a firm squeeze. Then she slipped her left hand under her own shorts from the side, and began stroking hot, tingling pussy.

"Do you live close?" he asked hoarsely.

"No. Do you?"

"No."

"In the alley?"

"Okay."

Wonder Woman took his hand and led him to the closest alley. They went a mere threes steps into the nightshadows and she turned around. Throwing her arms around his neck, Wonder Woman kissed him long and hard, full of passion and need. He unzipped her bustier, then hugged her so tightly she groaned wantonly.

"Oh, baby!" she cried, suddenly energized by the prospect of hot illicit sex, down and dirty in an alley.

She ripped his shirt off, buttons flying every direction. Then they stepped apart only long enough for each of them to remove their pants and shorts. A second later, they were in each others arms kissing and groping, as they slowly eased to the cold concrete.

He kissed his way to her spectacular tits once they were kneeling facing each other. She rolled back her head and groaned. It felt that good. She grabbed his cock and started stroking it.

"I can't take it any more," he said after a few minutes. "I have to fuck you now."

"Yes!" she cried, and lay back and spread her legs. "Come to momma, baby!"

He mounted her and started humping. Her hips rose and fell in rhythm to him, trying to maximize the pleasure for both of them. Her body was afire, at the brink of climax thanks to being fucked seven ways to Sunday by Catwoman and her minions.

"Yesssssss! OH! Yes! Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee-yyyyyyeeeeee!" she cried, consumed with erotic orgasmic pleasure. And then he creamed her pussy, deep. "Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!"

He pumped her pussy a few more minutes, but then his cock went flaccid. Having shot his wad, the young man was finished. She wanted him to stay, and fuck her again and again and again. But that was all he had. Or all he wanted, any way.

"Gotta go to work, babe," he said, then wrote his phone number on a scrap of paper and gave it to her. "Call me if you ever need to fuck again."

"Yeah, I'll do that," she said, starting to come down and wondering what came over her.

He hurried off, and she gathered up her costume for the second time in the last hour. Or was it just thirty minutes? She frowned, but knew she was still primed for sex. Ready, willing and able. Or at least her body was. It was disconcerting, since she rarely thought about sex or felt any real NEED for it.

"Catwoman messed up my mind with the lasso, I guess," she said. She'd have to ask her mother about it. It was odd. "Could've been worse, I guess."

Another block over, she made sure she is very alone, spun around and a bright enveloping light engulfed her. A second later it was gone, and so was her Wonder Woman costume. She was Diana Prince again. Her long, black hair was pulled up in a bun at the base of her skull, non-prescriptions glasses on her face and normal work clothes: gray wool skirt to just above the knee, while silk shirt with high collar, and black stiletto pumps. Then she found her car, got in and went home.

Once inside the apartment, she cranked the AC down, stripped out of her clothes until she was just wearing a lacy white bra and matching panties. Victoria Secret. Diana's secret vice. She LOVED that place.

Checking the kitchen cabinets and refrigerator, she couldn't find anything she wanted to eat. She hadn't gone shopping in two weeks, since she'd been too busy tracking Catwoman down. All for nothing, since the sexy burglar escaped justice. Again.

"Dammit!" she cried, baby blue eyes flashing. "There's nothing here to eat. I have to go to the store."

Diana pulled off the bra and panties. To restricting. She pulled on a short red skirt, tight bare-midriff white tank top, and slipped into a pair of five inch white stiletto pumps. She shook out her long wavy black hair and applied a fresh coat of red lipstick.

"Perfect," she thought, then hesitated. That sounded too much like Catwoman. Eeks! "After dinner, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."

Diana strutted out of her apartment and out onto the street. The grocery store was just four blocks away, so she decided to walk. Why waste gas? So she struck out with a sassy strut, enjoying how every man stopped to stare at her. Of course, at six in the morning there weren't that many people out and about, but it was starting to get busy.

"Shake it, baby, shake it," a tall, slim black man called.

"You look like you're ready to party, girl," his friend said.

"Are you working?" the first asked, breaking up his friend. They laughed hysterically.

Diana stopped and gave them a withering look. Her baby blues burned into them, as she scowled. How dare they treat her like some street whore. There was no reason to believe she was a prostitute. True her outfit was rather sexy but this was not a red light district. They needed to be taught a lesson, and she was just the woman to teach it.

"I guess you boys think you're funny," she said, walking up to them. She shoved the tall slim one. Then slapped the other. "Not so funny now, heh?"

"The bitch slapped me, Terrance," the shorter one said.

"Who you think you are, bitch?" Terrance said, developing an attitude and all. "Me and Jamal will kick your fat ass if you mess with us."

"Like I'm afraid of a pair of boys."

"Boys? Boys? You hear that, Terrance, she called us BOYS," Jamal said, enraged. "Bitch, we're men. Real MEN."

"Oh yeah, prove it," she said, pushing up against him. "Be a man, and put me in my place. If you can."

Jamal grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her hard.

Diana lost her breath with that kiss. She groaned as her body started to change, beginning to tingle and burn with desire. After a long, lingering kiss, she pulled away. She gnawed on her lower lip a second, smiled wantonly at the pair, and started backing towards the nearest alley.

"Stay away from me, you wicked oversexed boys," she said. She licked her full red lips and gave them a come hither look. "You disgust me. I'm too good for the likes of you, so don't you dare lay hands on my body." They followed her into the alley. "Oh! Naughty boys! I'll have to teach you a lesson, then."

"What kind of lesson would that be?" Terrance said.

In answer, Diana pulled her tank top off and knelt before him. She unzipped Terrance's pants, and pulled out his long, thick cock. Within seconds her full red lips were wrapped around that thick shaft.

"Mmmmmm," she groaned, savoring the taste of man meat.

"Look at the ho go!" Jamal cried joyfully. "I got to have a piece of that sweet round ass."

Jamal knelt down behind her, hiked her shortest of short skirts up around her waist, unzipped and pulled out his cock. It was even bigger than Terrance's. He started rubbing it up and down her butt crack. She arched her back, thrusting out her hiney to give him better access. When he pressed his cock up against her sphincter, she groaned wantonly and relaxed her anal muscles. Jamal slipped inside her rather easily, not knowing she'd already been reamed out earlier in the evening.

Diana sucked while Jamal fucked. She only lasted a few minutes before she couldn't stand it anymore, and her orgasm ripped trough her overheated body.

"Uuugggggggggghhhhhheeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyaaaa!" she cried around the cock in her mouth, and he exploded at that time, spewing into her mouth, and across her beautiful face. She started stroking his cock, helping him to cum more into her face. Then after he rubbed his sticky wet cock all in her face, he stepped back, stuffed his cock back in his pants and zipped. "Oooooh."

"This bitch is a freak," Terrance said. "A skanky freak too. Nasty girl."

"Oh," Jamal cried, starting to cum deep inside her ass. "I know. I like it."

Diana worked her rump to milk him completely, but eventually he pulled out stood up and stuffed his cock back into his pants. Then they turned and left, laughing and joking. She watched them go with a look of disbelief. How could they leave HER? Where were a couple losers like them going to get their hands on a hot babe like her?

She pulled her skirt back down to cover her well rounded rump, and pulled her short tank back on. Then she returned to the street and headed for the grocery store. Once there, she realized she didn't bring her purse or any money. No problem, a quickie with the store manager, that turned into two hours with the store manager, two assistant managers, the produce manager and two of his stockers, and three baggers, and Diana left with a box of frozen fudge bars.

Pulling out a fudge bar and starting to suck on it greedily, she headed home.

"I wonder if a really cold mouth makes blow jobs better or worse?" she said, smacking her lips. A trash truck entered the alley in front of her. She followed them in. One truck, four men and thirty minutes later, Diana exited the alley licking her lips and readjusting her clothes, and with her answer. "Better. I thought so."

When she got home she found her door locked. Of course. And her purse, with the keys, was inside. She frowned. Now she'd have to go see the super. He was a sleazy bastard that always leered at her tits. Stared at her tits. Spoke to her tits. But she had no choice.

"Wake up!" she cried, pounding on his door several minutes later. "Elmer! Wake up! I'm locked out."

Elmer jerked open the door with a scathing remark on his lips. But the second he saw her it died unborn. His dark eyes immediately dropped to her tits. For the first time every, he saw nipple poking at cotton. She WASN'T wearing a bra! It had to be a first. He was in heaven. That stuck up prude Diana never went anywhere without a bra. Hell, he thought she showered in a bra and panties.

"What's wrong, Ms Prince?" Elmer said.

Elmer Cooper was short, fat and bald. He was wearing a dirty, torn white wife-beater tank and red boxers. Nothing else. What hair he had was mused and sticking in all directions. He looked like death warmed over.

He had a surly personality at best, and was a self-confessed pervert. A whoremonger. A lover of porn, and proud of it. From the door, Diana could see posters of porn stars on his wall. All nude.

"I'm locked out of my apartment."

"Again?"

"What? Again? It has been three years since I locked myself out," she said, baby blues blazing. It was her single most humiliating encounter with the super, too. She got locked out while going to check her mail downstairs in her robe. It was a short, bright red silk number that barely dropped down far enough to cover her rump. He made her go into his filthy, porn filled apartment while he got ready. She had to sit down on a chair that was way to low to the ground, so she thought he might've gotten a flash of crotch. Pantyless crotch, too. So humiliating. "Once before in ten years. That's all."

"Hmmm," he said, licking his lips as he stared at her tits. Despite herself, her tits were tingling and her nipples grew hard as rocks, poking dramatically at the thin cotton covering them. "Okay, come in."

"Must I?" she said, peeking inside timidly. "It's so dirty and disgusting."

"You want in your apartment today?"

"Bastard," she grumbled, and slipped past him. Like last time this happened, he didn't give her enough room to pass inside without rubbing against him. "I hope you enjoyed the feel of my tits, pig."

"I did," he said and closed the door.

There were dirty clothes everywhere, including mostly covering the couch. Only two chairs. His personal, duck-taped repaired recliner, and the short chair. Diana sat in the short chair, her knees going inexplicable wide as she settled down, and his eyes going wide with that erotic flash of the Promised Land. Her eyes locked on the hard-on he instantly got, tenting his boxers nicely.

"Oh, you're pretty well-endowed for a skeezy bastard," she said.

He reached down and rubbed it. Her heart began to hammer and she felt her face heating up. He noticed, because he smirked wickedly at her. Elmer walked over to her, his tented shorts inches from her face and leered down at her.

"You are just as horny as I am," he said. "I can see those headlights on high beam, baby. You're showing your pussy. Why pretend? Why fight it? Let's get in bed and get it on."

"That's ridiculous!" she cried, standing up. His cock poked her left thigh. She idly reached down and pushed it aside. "You are the singly most depraved, most vile, most physically and morally disgusting man I have ever known."

"Then why are you stroking my cock?"

"What?"

She was stroking it. How did that happen? Why had it happened? Had she lost her mind? Did Catwoman do something to her? Then he leaned over and sniffed her breasts.

"Hey!" she cried, reaching up to cup her own breasts. Strange, she'd intended to cover them with her hands. "Who do you think you are?"

"Your lover, babe," he said, and started to feel her up.

Diana gasped, her arms fling out to the side and her back arching. Eyes wide, she gawked at him in disbelief. What on Earth made him think she would want to be with him? What made him think she would allow him to fondle her to his heart's content?

"Feels good, huh?" he said.

"Yes," she admitted. She swallowed hard. No avoiding it now. Her body was aflame and needy. They were going to have sex. Now SHE wanted it as much, or more, than Elmer. "So good. Strong hands."

He grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it up. She lifted her arms, letting him remove it. He tossed the shirt into the endless piles of dirty clothes and grabbed her naked tits. She moaned and groaned as he buried his unshaven face into her breasts, rubbing it all over her tits several times before he sucked in her right nipple.

"Yeeoooww!" she cried, rising upon her tit-toes.

Elmer sucked, licked, nuzzled and fondled her tits for a good thirty minutes. She was panting, belly quivering with need. Diana couldn't believe such a disgusting man could have so much power over her. Right then, she would do anything for him, perform any sex act asked for.

The super pinched her erect right nipple, and didn't let go. He smiled evilly and headed for the bedroom, pulling her along by her nipple. Once in the bedroom, he pulled her skirt down her shapely legs and off. Then she was guided up onto his king-sized bed.

"I'm going to regret this later," Diana said.

"I know," he said. "That one of the things I like about fucking you here now. So I'm going to do some really kinky, nasty things with you, babe."

"Oh," she said, heart hammering. "Really? Like what?"

He finally let go of her nipple, walked over to his chest of drawers. He pulled out a pill bottle, and popped a blue pill.

Oh great, Viagra. It is going to be a long day, she thought.

Elmer pulled off his shirt and shucked his boxers. Diana's throat tightened and her mouth watered at the sight of naked cock.

I'm such a wanton whore! she thought.

Diana crawled to the middle of the bed. Elmer crawled up and lay beside her. He rolled onto his back and reached for her tits. She leaned over him, letting him enjoy himself with her the tits he'd wanted for so many years, and started kissing him. Deep, passionate tongue kisses. That lasted more than five minutes, before he rolled her over and slipped between her shapely legs.

"I've been waiting too long to wait any longer," he said, and guided his cock into her pussy. "Oh, yeah, better than I imagined."

He humped her for less than a minute before he emptied his nuts inside her. She was strangely disappointed.

"Don't worry, babe," Elmer said. "The first one comes fast, but they are all nice and long the rest of the night."

"First one?" she said. "Oh. I see."

While he played with her titanic tits, Diana went down on him. She sucked his admittedly dirty, stinky cock right down. She sucked and licked his cock and balls completely clean so well, he shot another wad into her mouth. Then it all turned darker.

Elmer handcuffed the beautiful, raven-maned Amazon's wrist behind her back. Then he produced a digital camera and took some pictures. She was stood up at the middle of the room, where he ran a rope through a steel ring in the ceil, and tied it to the handcuffs. Then the rope was pulled up, pulling her arms up at an uncomfortable angle. Then he pulled out a short wooden rod with leather straps on each end. Her legs were spread wide, and the rod buckled to her ankles.

"I said we would have kinky, nasty sex, babe," he said.

"I know," she said. She struggled weakly in her bounds. "I don't like this. I want loose."

"Good," he said. "It's not as much fun if the girl likes it."

He picked up a riding crop and laid it across her round white hiney. Hard.

CRACK!

"Yeow!" she cried.

"Ah, sweet music," he said. Before she knew what he was up to, Elmer stuffed a bright blue ball-gag into her mouth and strapped it behind her head. "Now, we don't want to disturb the neighbors."

And he proceeded to whip her good. Within minutes her milky white rump was crisscrossed with angry welts, then he worked his way down her silky thighs all the way down to her knees. That's when he worked his way back up.

That done, Elmer pushed his cock up her ass. He fucked the shit out of her. Made her cum a dozen times in twenty minutes of hard, relentless humping.

Next, Diana was hogtied and fucked in the face. Then he spend the next three hours tying her in various positions, and fucking the most vulnerable hole exposed. Before he finished, Elmer fucked her in every orifice of her luscious body, at least twice. He even titty fucked her, cumming in her face.

Then he took another Viagra, escorted her upstairs with her arms still tied behind her back. Naked expect for her white stilettos, and proceeded to fuck her for another four hours in her own bed, on her own couch, in her own shower and bathtub. And then, exhausted, they went to sleep. In her bed. She didn't recall how many times he woke her up to have sex.

The next morning, Elmer got another blow job and was sent on his way with promises of more such sex in the future. The old bastard had fucked her longer and harder than anyone ever had before. That was worth a second trip down to his apartment.

Diana got dressed and hurried to work. She was late. Not to mention, she completely missed the previous day without calling in. Steve would not be pleased.

"What's gotten into me?" she muttered while stuck in traffic. It just seemed more irritating that day, though she knew it wasn't as bad as usual. "Why have I turned into such a stinking harlot?"

It had to be something Catwoman did. She didn't recall any administering of drugs. Was it some suggestion with the lasso? Maybe something Catwoman commanded her to forget was said? That had to be it. She was having sex with strangers, and worse, with men she knew but found morally and physically repulsive.

"I have to find her," she said. "She will pay dearly for what she's done to me."

Catching Catwoman was one thing. Making her reverse what she's done is quite another. Most likely Wonder Woman would have to strike a deal, as unsavory as that sounds. Yes, once caught, Catwoman will bargain for her freedom, and it would cost the reversal of what had been done to her.

Her boss, Steve, became a little bit snippy once he realized she didn't miss the previous day due to a case, but because she was "sick." Sick required a phone call, she was reminded. His peevish behavior didn't bother her as much as her own stupidity. Why didn't she claim she was on a case? There were a dozen cases on her plate she could've claimed to be working. Well, she'd know better next time, and there would be a next time if she didn't get some relief.

After only an hour at work, Diana knew she would have a hellish day. She'd forgotten all the office deviants. Men who liked to leer at women's chests and make suggestive remarks. There were more than a couple who liked to focus on her. To her horror, the first two she encountered leered and spoke off color as expected, but she unexpectedly became incredibly horny and attracted to them. She wanted nothing more than to drag them off on some dark corner and fuck like oversexed minx.

The encounters left her shaken and trembling, but she managed to disengage from them before she did anything the office gossips would pass around for the next twenty years. She had a perfect reputation. Impeccable. Pure as the driven snow. Diana would NOT allow Catwoman to ruin that, to besmirch her perfect little secret life.

Oh well, she slept with Elmer. She would pay for that dalliance for years to come. It would probably be best if she moved. Shame, because she loved that apartment. There was no way she'd get anything half as nice, or even half as large, at the same price.

"Diana, if all you are going to do is daydream, you might as well CALL OFF and go home," Steve said, interrupt her reverie. He dropped a three inch thick folder of work into her IN basket. "You seem to be falling behind."

With that, Steve marched back into his office. Oh, he was pissed. And now so was Diana. She leapt to her feet, baby blues blazing behind her unneeded glasses and followed him into his office. She closed the door behind herself.

"How dare you treat me like some worthless lackey!" she cried. "I work hard for you. Harder than most, I might add. You owe me an apology."

"An apology? After you worry us all by not bothering to call in yesterday?" he said, rising to his feet behind the desk. "And you can cut the crap about being sick in bed. We both know you weren't. We were so worried we called your home. Several times. Never got an answer."

"You were checking up on me? That is outrageous," she said, coming around the desk. She shoved him back into his chair and straddled his lap. Before he could protest she locked lips with him. "Mmmmmmm."

Diana sat on his lap and started grinding her pubic mound into is crotch. Very quickly Steve was rock hard inside his pants. Without breaking her lip lock, the statuesque Amazon unzipped him and pulled out his pride and joy. Since she was wearing just a garter belt and hose, no panties, Diana hiked up her miniskirt and impaled herself upon his dick.

"Ooooh," Steve groaned, finally getting his dick into the one woman in the office that had been able to resist his charms.

So he started unbuttoning her gold silk blouse. Diana groaned wantonly, starting a sweet, slow bounce up and down his rigid shaft. The bra underneath the blouse was lacey, sexy and with a snap between the boobs. Steve unsnapped it immediately, and gawked at the most perfect set of tits he'd ever seen.

"God Almighty," Steve whispered. Then he started kissing, caressing and licking her tits. Her skin was so amazingly soft and warm it made silk feel rough. He watched in awe as her dark pink nipples began to grow hard and erect. "So beautiful."

Diana groaned when he sucked in a perfect nipple. Like Steve, she'd waited a long time to consummate their relationship. But she always wanted to be Mrs. Trevor, not Miss Saturday Night. So now she was Thursday morning. Steve would never respect her now. She was a harlot. A whore. A tramp.

She rode him long and hard. They were both trying to lengthen the experience, and she wanted the Grandfather of all Orgasms, so suppressed that need to the breaking point, until she couldn't hold it any longer. And it exploded.

"Oh! Oh!" she grunted. "I think…I think I am…Cuuuummmminnnnnnng! Aaaiiiieeeeeeeeee! Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!"

It was glorious. Better than she'd expected. Better even than when Elmer fucked her while she was all tied up. And the best part, he wasn't through with her either.

"Jesus, don't scream," he whispered urgently.

"I can't help…..Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Overexcited himself, Steve lost his battle and started spewing hot cum deep in her body. The feel of his convulsing cock inside her vagina, combined with the feel of those creamy juices filling her body, sent Diana falling over the edge again.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Shit, we're fucked," Steve groaned. "Do you really have to scream like that?"

"Yes," she said, no longer bouncing up and down his cock, though the semi-flaccid dick was still inside her. "I have no control whatsoever over that. Sorry."

He grinned. "Oh well. It was worth it. You were great, Diana."

"So were you, Steve. Well worth the wait."

Diana stood up, pulling off his limp cock. She staggered back, tittering atop her five inch black stiletto pumps. She started towards the door as she pulled her mini skirt half way back down and then started stuffing her milky white globes back into the bra. When she stepped out of Steve's office her skirt was high enough to see the top of her black hose and she was still buttoning up her blouse.

Everyone just gawked at her.

Diana ignored them and headed for the break room. She was dying of thirst. Sex made her thirsty. She went straight to the water cooler and dropped to her knees, pulled out a pointed paper cup and got some water. Three cups later she heard footsteps behind her.

It was Jimmy Hogan. He was one of those tall, gangly men with bright red hair and freckles. He was only about twenty, but already an annoying lecher. One of the worse at staring at her tits.

"Nice ass, Diana," Jimmy said. "I knew you didn't wear panties."

Diana reached back and found her rump fully exposed. That was annoying. Not annoying enough to correct, but annoying nonetheless. She got another cup of water and drained it right away. She was about to make a cutting remark about his lack of sex appeal, when she noted his tented pants. He was horny. That made the already hot and bothered Amazon even hornier.

She swallowed hard, berating herself to be strong. But she wasn't, so she licked full red lips and rose up on her knees before Jimmy. Locking eyes with him, she slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. A second later she was sucking it with gusto.

"Hhhmmmmm, mmmmm," she groaned. He tasted so damn good. "Mmmmuuugghhh."

Jimmy was so surprised he cried out, but didn't back away. He wasn't that stupid. More men entered, stopped and gawked at the office prude sucking off one of the office lechers. Poor Jimmy, though, was overly excited and unprepared, so she felt him emptying his nuts into her mouth less than two minutes after wrapping her warm red lips around his cock.

"MMmm, mmmm, good," she said, licking and smacking her lips. "Anyone else want a BJ? Momma needs her protein."

Diana spent the next hour on her knees, sucking off all of the office pervs and deviants. They ranged in age from Jimmy's twenty, to Omar's seventy-two. Word got around fast in the lecher grapevine, and they all came for their moment of glory in Sweet, Pure Diana's hot mouth.

Strangely enough, none of her female coworkers spoke to her the rest of the day. And they all avoided her the next two weeks, only speaking to her if absolutely necessary and work related. But the men were one and all eager to speak with her. And to get her into the maintenance closet for a little quickie or blow job. And, of course, Diana was only too willing to accommodate their many needs and requests. She reveled in their attention and her own popularity. Who needed girlfriends anyway?

Diana probably would've gotten fired, what with all the complaints from other women in the office, except the HR man was the biggest perv in the office. He loved getting a complaint about her, because that meant he could call her in and she would fuck him any way that he wanted. She kind of looked forward to her counseling sessions.

Friday night, two and a half weeks after her encounter with Catwoman, Diana's "Wonder Woman" cell phone rang. Her first thought was it had to be Steve. That was an uncomfortable thought, what with Elmer reaming out her butt at the time. For once she wasn't bound tightly in some kinky position, but was laying face down in her own bed, spread eagle, while he went to town on her poop chute. It was a fantasy of his. He had LOTS of them.

The cell was on the nightstand. She barely reached it. Elmer didn't pause or even slow down humping her ass. Nothing phased him during sex. Diana would know, he was her boyfriend now. Spent every night in her bed since that first night. Oh, she still fucked anyone she wanted and he knew it. But as long as he got what he wanted he didn't care. It was a relationship strictly based on sex, not love.

"Hello?" she said, between grunts. "Oh, Huh? Who is this?"

"It's Catwoman, Wonder Whore," she said. "Is that a squeaking bed I hear? You're panting and grunting. Too funny, you're getting fucked as we speak!"

"Oooh….how did you….you get this number?"

"It wasn't easy," Catwoman said. "Took more than two weeks."

"What did you do to me?"

"Cat scratch fever, baby," Catwoman said, and laughed. "When I scratched your shoulder, there was a drug coating my claws. An aphrodisiac. A very potent aphrodisiac, I might add."

"Bitch," she said. It was getting harder to concentrate. Elmer was pushing her closer and closer to climax. "I'll get you for that. Oooh, yes….oh! Easy Elmer, that's it. I'm almost there, baby."

"Hello? Remember me?" Catwoman crowed on the phone. "There is an antidote, you know."

"Really?" Diana said. Her excitement caused her to lose her battle to suppress the climax until after her phone call with Catwoman. She hadn't wanted to climax on the phone, because that would give the sinister cat burglar too much pleasure. "Wait. No! Oh! Oh! Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee! Oh, my….aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!"

"Ah, puurrfect," Catwoman purred with pleasure. "The proud and chaste Wonder Woman is a wanton harlot. I'm so proud of myself."

"Are you just calling to gloat?"

"Yes and no," Catwoman said. "I'm willing to give you the antidote….or more accurately, I'm willing to make a trade for the antidote."

Trade? That sounded both promising and frightening. What could she want? Government secrets? The location of Paradise Island? And what would Diana be willing to give her for relief from the nonstop yearning for sex? The answer: Almost anything.

"I'm listening," she said. "What do you want?"

"I want you to meet me tonight at the abandoned Chelsea Building," Catwoman said. She gave directions. "We'll make the exchange there."

Elmer started banging her butt with more enthusiasm. He was close. It was also pushing her dangerously close to another climax. She desperately wanted to end that phone call.

"What do you want?"

"The lasso."

"No!" she cried. "It's mine. I need it."

"I want the magic lasso, and you want the antidote to my special kind of cat scratch fever," Catwoman said. "If you don't show up tonight, then I'll assume you don't want the antidote."

"Oh! Oh!" Diana cried, as Elmer creamed her rump, filled her poop chute with cum, before spraying her shapely white hiney with more spurts of the hot, sticky cum. Then he laughed, and grabbed her hair. Elmer pushed his sticky wet cock in her face. "I'll be there, bitch. What time?"

"Midnight," she said.

"Fine," Diana said, sounding defeated. "I have to go. Daddy wants his dick licked clean."

"Excellent, you're a full service whore," Catwoman purred with pleasure, and hung up.

"Mmmm," Diana groaned, sucking the full length of Elmer into her eager mouth, as she tossed the phone aside. She gave him a rousing tongue bath while thinking about her coming encounter with Catwoman. She thought, I'll use the lasso she so desperately wants on HER tonight. I'll make her give me the antidote, and arrest her.

The Chelsea Building was in the middle of a red light district. She'd been there many times to roust pimps and whores when she didn't have better things to do. They were pretty low on her priority list, so she really only dealt with them and their illicit trade when she was bored and needed some action. Beating up pimps made her feel all warm and cozy inside.

Parking her car a block outside of the red light district, Diana found a dark and secluded spot and spun around. A golden light erupted, engulfed her, and a second later was gone. Where Diana Prince once stood now stood Wonder Woman, in all her glory. And she headed off to the Chelsea Building.

It was only ten o'clock. She wanted to get there early enough to ambush Catwoman. Wonder Woman suspected Catwoman might want to ambush her, so she'd get the lasso AND another hooker for her cathouse. And suffering from cat scratch fever, Wonder Woman knew she'd be one hell of a hard working hooker.

Catwoman, and all of Wonder Woman's legions of enemies, would just LOVE for that to be her ultimate fate. They would all probably show up from time to time and hire her. It would be beyond humiliating.

As she entered the red light district pimps, hookers and drug pushers scattered. Johns and sightseers just gawked at her. That kinda pissed her off.

"What are you looking at, miscreant?" she challenged one man.

He didn't look like a john, but more like one of the street people. He was tall and lean white man with long dreadlocks. And as soon as she spoke she knew she had made a mistake.

"Looking at the best tits in town, babe," he said. "I'd pay fifty dollars just to squeeze them once."

Her baby blues went wide as her throat tightened and her belly began to quiver. Elmer had fucked her up until an hour back, in the shower, then there were the two guys in the parking garage. Her last climax was just thirty minutes ago. She was still aroused and vulnerable. Wonder Woman so wanted that antidote, but first….

"I'm Wonder Woman, dolt," she said, stepping up to him. "What makes you think I'd turn a trick?"

"One hundred dollars?" he said. "Call it a donation towards your costume fund. I'm sure you get a lot of them torn up fighting crime and all."

"As a matter of fact, I do," she said, and took the offered money. She took him by the hand and led him into an alley. Once there she removed her bustier and bottoms. Then she put his hands on her chest. "Let's get it on, baby."

Her john fondled and nuzzled her titanic tits for a long time, licking, kissing, caressing and squeeze to his heart's content. She enjoyed every second of it, but she didn't have a lot of time. Not if she wanted to arrive first and ambush Catwoman. So after she let him sate his lust for her titties, Wonder Woman took control.

The statuesque vigilante vixen dropped to her knees and pulled out his cock. She wrapped her ruby reds around his dick head and began giving him killer head, while her right fist firmly stroked his shaft and her left hand fondled his balls. In less than five minutes he shot his wad into her mouth, bathing her tongue with cum. She swallowed, gave his cock one last kiss on the head, and pushed it back into his pants.

Wonder Woman dressed and was on her way while he just gawked at her in wonder. She found three men watching them from the end of the alley. They held up money with eager faces. She frowned, considered, and then took their money. This time she only took off her top, and gave three quick blow jobs. They only offered fifty dollars, after all.

This is sick, she thought, disgusted with herself. I'm turning tricks of my own free will now. I've completely lost control of my life. I have to get that antidote, or I'll have to become a streetwalker. I'll have no other choice.

At the next street corner, while she waited for the light, a car pulled up and a middle-aged middle management type asked for a "date." She struggled for a long moment, then accepted. She told herself she had plenty of time. She was very early.

A little over two hours and fifteen tricks later, Wonder Woman reached the Chelsea Building. It was a pale yellow brick building, about a century old. The windows were built for an era before air conditioning. It was a quarter after midnight. Not too late. Fashionably late.

All of the doors into the old five story officed building were locked, except the front door. She was late, so went straight in. There would be no sneaking up on Catwoman. Why bother trying?

Two steps in and Wonder Woman was stopped dead in her tracks. She'd expected to find an old, trashed out, filthy interior. Instead, it was recently renovated in garish glory. It looked like a cheap whorehouse, with the color scheme of the main lobby being mostly red and gold.

A noise to her right got her attention. She headed up a wide, ornately appointed corridor. There were wide double doors lining both sides, with signs above the doors telling what was inside. One was Mistress Payne's Dungeon. Another, the Kitten's Playpen. The Silk Room and Lingerie Models came next. Then she reached a closed black door, with the sign "Dark Desires" above it. Wonder Woman heard Catwoman's rich laughter coming from behind that door.

The super sexy super heroine looked both ways, ensuring no one was sneaking up behind her, and kicked the double doors open. They banged open, the sound echoing through the empty building. Wonder Woman strode through them and a struck a classic super heroine pose five feet inside.

"If this is a trick, Catwoman, you will pay dearly," Wonder Woman said. Then she spotted the other ten people in the room. "Oh. Hera help me."

The room was painted mostly black, with red trim. There was a bar in one corner with some black bistro tables and red straight back chairs. Mostly, though, the room was filled with bondage devices. Chairs and tables and racks or all descriptions designed to hold men and women tightly in place, in kinky positions and poses. Everywhere she looked were assorted whips and chains, shackles and manacles, and every known device designed to constrain people.

It was pervert heaven.

Catwoman stood in the exact center of Dark Desires, with five men and five women in a large circle around her. Catwoman was wearing her purple catsuit and black boots and gloves. She had a whip in hand, playing with it. Her minions were spaced around her evenly, boy, girl, boy, girl all the way around. The men only wore purple leather harnesses that crisscrossed their muscular chests and cock rings that kept their massive dicks fully erect. The women were tall and busty, in a word gorgeous, and wore a similar harness, but one that emphasized their breasts and shapely hips. The women all wore strap-on dildos. Big dildos.

They all wore masks.

In addition to their unique wardrobe, the men and women represented the major races of the world. That was one man and woman from each race: White, black, brown, red and yellow, or white, black, Hispanic, American native and Asian.

"I think I note a few racial, ethnic groups not represented," Wonder Woman said, starting to walk slowly, confidently towards Catwoman. At least she hoped she looked confident and unperturbed.

Catwoman shrugged apologetically. "I'm still in the process of diversifying my operations. Give me a break."

As she passed through the line of semi-nude minions, Wonder Woman noted they were all oiled down. Their skin shimmered in the bright light. And it was brightly lit, but the dark paint made it look dark.

Wonder Woman's stiletto heels echoed in the cavernous room as she slowly walked completely around the large circle of naked humanity. Catwoman watched her with a wicked smirk on her beautiful, masked face.

"See anything you like, Wonder Slut?"

Oh, she did. They were all very much gifted in their endowments, whether breasts or penis. They all looked like a whole lot of fun to play with. And if she lost to Catwoman, the Amazing Amazon knew she would play with them all.

"I bet your mouth is watering, so eager to drop to your knees and start sucking cock," Catwoman purred prettily. Her silken voice was so sultry, so enthralling. Wonder Woman knew she'd played this game before. There were rumors that she'd cleaned out the cities of Paris, London, Berlin and Rome of super heroines in the last year. And those vanquished beauties were all working in her brothels around the world. "I know your pussy is aching for relief."

I'll not let her have me, as well, Wonder Woman thought.

"I'm stronger than you think, Catwoman," Wonder Woman said, smiling darkly.

"Really?" Catwoman said. "Strange, was it your superior strength and moral fiber that enticed you to turn so many tricks over the past two hours?"

Wonder Woman froze. Stunned.

"How do you know that?"

Catwoman laughed merrily. Such a lovely laugh.

"I have cameras everywhere," she said. "As soon as you entered the red light district my spies picked you up and my cameras zoomed in. I have audio video recordings of each and every one of your tricks."

Wonder Woman staggered back a step, both hands rubbing her temples. That was beyond comprehension. Catwoman would ruin her reputation. She could destroy all she'd fought so long and hard to build. No one would care that she was under the influence of Catwoman's insidious drug, that she was suffering from profound cat scratch fever. She would be reviled and spurned.

Catwoman was heaping insult on top of injury, by the truckloads.

"I thought you were a naughty girl to show up early like that, but then I saw what you did with all of those horny men! And you made almost a thousand dollars in two hours," Catwoman said. "You are, without a doubt, the best professional hooker I ever saw."

Wonder Woman was shaking now. She just couldn't wrap her mind around being so thoroughly out maneuvered and outwitted. Utter defeat. She would have to return to Paradise Island in shame. But first, she had to have the antidote. Before she shamed herself, and her people, even more.

"We have a deal," Wonder Woman said. She removed the magic lasso from it place hanging off the golden Girdle of Hippolyte. "My lasso for the antidote. I assume you brought the antidote."

"I did," Catwoman said, holding up a vial. "But I thought maybe you changed your mind, because you seem to be having such a good time fucking for money and all."

They started towards each other warily. Each held what the other wanted in front of themselves. The only sound was the clicking of their heels on the polish marble floor.

Wonder Woman started to rejoice as her long, delicate fingers touched, then wrapped around the vial. At the same time, Catwoman's emerald eyes flashed with exultation as her black gloved hands wrapped around the lasso. In the next instant, Wonder Woman kicked straight up and caught Catwoman in the chin. She pulled the lasso free of her enemy's paws.

The vial was sealed too well, so she didn't have time to open it and drink the antidote. So she shoved the vial down into her deep cleavage, for later. But when she looked up Catwoman had recovered and was bringing her whip into play.

CRACK! across Wonder Woman's upper chest, just below her neck.

"Yeeeeeooooooooww!"

"No one cheats me and gets away with it, Wonder Bitch," Catwoman hissed, emerald eyes blazing.

Catwoman's minions attacked as well. But they were mere mortals, though larger and better trained in the martial arts than most. Wonder Woman easily tossed them around, many she threw straight at Catwoman, keeping that wily feline wannabe off balance and moving.

Seeing what a fearful weapon Catwoman's whip was gave Wonder Woman an idea. She pulled her magic lasso off her belt, and when the big black man charged her yet again, she flipped him over her hip, and quickly looped the lasso around him once time.

"Stop fighting. Go kneel facing the wall and don't respond to any of Catwoman's commands," she said, and released him. He, of course, obeyed without hesitation. So she whipped her lasso around a pair of the women, the Hispanic and Asian girls. "Go kneel facing the wall, and don't fight or obey Catwoman's commands."

After that, Wonder Woman was on the attack. Everyone else was on the defensive. Even so, she slowly whittled down her enemies' numbers until there was only Catwoman facing her. They smiled grimly at each other.

"You're mighty handy with that lasso, Wonder Whore," Catwoman sneered.

"And you're not quite as good with your whip, Pussy," Wonder Woman said, and smirked. Catwoman's outrage at having her name so corrupted warmed her heart. "What's the matter, **cat**got your tongue?"

"My whip does my talking," Catwoman said, and sent her whip snaking towards Wonder Woman's beautiful face.

The Amazon Warrior Princess blocked with her left Amazonian bracelet. It wrapped harmlessly around the super strong steel. Then she grabbed the whip with her right hand, and heaved.

"Ah!" Catwoman cried out, unexpectedly pulled forward. With lightning speed, the super stacked super heroine stepped into her, and clotheslined the beautiful, purple clad cat burglar and super villainess. "Ugh!"

Wonder Woman leapt atop the shapely villainess, and grabbed both wrists. Catwoman was strong and fast, but she was no match from Wonder Woman's Amazonian super speed and strength. The Amazon Princess pressed Catwoman's hands to either side of her purple-cowled head.

"Give it up, Catwoman. I've won the day," Wonder Woman said, smiling smugly. "And all your writhing is doing is getting me excited." She gave the captured cat burglar a questioning look. "Unless you really do like kinky lesbian sex. Would you like me to tie you up with your own whip, and then fuck you stupid?"

"In your dreams," Catwoman hissed.

Wonder Woman leaned down, until their noses touched and their lips brushed when they spoke. She rather liked the power she had over her enemy, and her delicate perfume was driving her mad with desire.

"Well, yes, I've had a couple dreams of that nature since you raped and then poisoned me with cat scratch fever," she admitted. "But, I'm the super heroine, so I must take the high road. Always. Shame, it would've been fun."

Wonder Woman looked around. It was a BDSM dungeon, so was filled to the bream with handcuffs and manacles, and all other manner of restraints. Then she spotted a camera, and another and another and another. There were video cameras in every corner of the room, and placed up in the ceiling. All had red lights lit up showing they were recording.

"You filmed this whole affair!"

"But of course," Catwoman said, suddenly relaxing and ceasing her vain struggles. "The video of the Great and Mighty Wonder Woman's capture, rape and taming would be worth a fortune on the internet porn market. I'd make millions."

"Hera! I almost forgot," she said. "You filmed me turning tricks this evening. I want those tapes. Where are they?"

"Actually, Wonder Babe, you really need to get with the times," Catwoman purred. She seemed way too pleased with herself for Wonder Woman's comfort. "All the cameras are linked via radio signal to the main server, and the recordings are digital files. Video files, that we can watch or upload to porn sites." She smiled with vicious glee. "Or…like with your nocturnal activities of tonight, we can link instantly with thousands of websites and broadcast, or netcast, everything live."

Wonder Woman froze. Did she understand Catwoman right? Was her turning tricks broadcast across the internet live?

"You became an internet porn star with that first trick you turned tonight," Catwoman said. "Congratulations, it was quite a sordid performance."

Wonder Woman's heart froze. Her whole world crumbled and shattered. The whole world knew! They knew she was a trick turning whore! A bona fide prostitute. And, thanks to Catwoman, a porn star as well.

Before she could wrap her reeling mind around the ramifications of that, Catwoman suddenly threw her to the side. A second later, the two femme fatales were entwined in a knockdown, drag out catfight. Hair was pulled, clothes ripped. They rolled across the floor, kicking, cursing and clawing at each other. Then, finally, Wonder Woman threw Catwoman off her and jumped to her feet.

"This is the end, Catwoman," Wonder Woman growled, baby blues blazing. "Say good-bye to freedom."

Catwoman might've destroyed her, but she would return the favor. The sexed up cat burglar would spend the next decade or more in state lockup, if not federal.

She watched the purple loving Catwoman rise sensuously to her stiletto heeled feet and smirk smugly at her. Wonder Woman was suddenly wary. What made Catwoman's demeanor change so dramatically? She was just standing there with legs crossed and her hands behind her back, looking sexy and pleased with herself.

"I'll not fall for any of your stupid tricks, Catwoman," Wonder Woman said. "Yield, or suffer the consequences."

"Actually, Wondie, I think it is you who should surrender and beg for my mercy," Catwoman all but purred.

"And why should I do that?"

Catwoman lifted her right hand. "I have my whip back."

Wonder Woman scowled at the whip. Not good, but certainly not enough to defeat her. She was an Amazon warrior in her prime.

"Oh, poo," Wonder Woman said, and grinned. "Put your BDSM toys away, Catwoman. I'm not afraid of a few strips of leather twisted together."

"Neither my whip nor I scare you?"

"No. The idea is preposterous."

"What if I showed you I had….this?" Catwoman said, her smile spreading wider and more evil. From her left hand dangled…..Wonder Woman's Girdle of Hippolyte, with the magic lasso coiled up and attached. "Since you ceased to be a super powered woman the second I removed this belt, I would think you would be afraid. Be very afraid, in fact."

Wonder Woman's hands went to her waist. No golden girdle. No lasso. No chance against Catwoman. The Amazon Princess turned and ran.

The whip returned from behind her, wrapping around Wonder Woman's throat. She was jerked backwards, causing her to stumble. Catwoman kicked her feet away, causing her to come down head first. Then the evil villainess grabbed her silky black hair, and dragged her to her feet, before running her head first into the wall.

Wonder Woman collapsed at her booted feet.

Catwoman paused just long enough to fasten the Girdle of Hippolyte around her own narrow waist. She was only slightly disappointed when it didn't give her any super strength or abilities. Then she kicked Wonder Woman over onto her back, pulled her bustier top down until she found the antidote and took it back.

"You won't be needing this where you are going," Catwoman said. "In fact, cat scratch fever will help in your new profession."

"You won't get away with this, Catwoman," Wonder Woman groaned.

"Of course I will. I always do," she said. "Kneel."

Cold dread washed through Wonder Woman's shapely body. She trembled violently a second, then obeyed her command. Only pain and greater misery would come of defying Catwoman at that juncture.

Catwoman moved her right foot forward and raised an eyebrow at her captive. Wonder Woman looked up into her emerald eyes, then back down at the shiny black thigh boot. With a grimace, she bent over and pressed her full red lips to the toe of that boot. Cutting her baby blues up, she locked eyes with her mistress and gave the toe of that stiletto heeled boot a tentative lick. When that met with a smile, she gave the boot a firmer lick.

"Good girl, Wondie," Catwoman said. "About time you learned your proper place in the great scheme of things."

"Yes, ma'am," Wonder Woman whispered.

"It's mistress."

"Yes…m-mistress," she said.

Wonder Woman was ordered to strip, and quickly found herself sans bustier and shorts. She was told to keep on the boots, bracelets and tiara. Catwoman forced her to arch her back, to better display her magnificent tits.

The whip was still wrapped round her slender throat, so Catwoman gave it a tug. Wonder Woman rose gracefully to her booted feet. The gorgeous Amazon Princess was led over to a bench like piece of "furniture." It looked much like a sawhorse, but with a padded red leather seat. Steel rings were bolted to the end of each leg near the floor. Catwoman made her sit on the very edge of it, then lay back. After her new mistress adjusted her position, her head rolled back off one end and her rump was just past the other end. The sexy cat burglar tied the Amazon's feet to the rings in the legs then she tied her wrists into the rings of the other legs.

Catwoman took the lasso and went to each and every one of her enchanted minions and freed them of Wonder Woman's commands. When they returned to the helpless heroine, Catwoman supervised the gangbang that followed. Every man, then every woman fucked her pussy. Then they fucked her ass. After that the men ran a train on her mouth while the women strap-on fucked her pussy again in another long train.

By eight A.M. the next morning they finally finished.

Wonder Woman was carried upstairs unconscious and placed in a bed, where she was locked inside. She was awakened by Catwoman at three that afternoon. The villainess was still wearing the Girdle of Hippolyte.

"Time to get ready," Catwoman said.

"For what?"

She didn't really want to know. But she had to ask. Morbid curiosity.

"Tonight is the grand opening of my new cathouse," Catwoman said. "The Chelsea Cathouse Bar and Grill. You are my star whore."

"Bar and Grill?"

"We have a full service kitchen, too," she said, shrugging. "Some men like to eat while watching strippers perform. I know it's sick, but they do."

"Strippers? I'm to be a stripper, not a hooker?"

"Actually, at first you will strictly be a whore. You won't have time to waste stripping. But as time passes, and men get used to you being here, then you will start to strip as well," she said. "You know, to entice customers."

Catwoman removed the magic lasso and looped it around Wonder Woman, five times. The sexy super heroine gasped when each loop was pulled tight.

"Wonder Woman, Princess Diana," Catwoman said. "You will serve me loyally and eagerly. You will never think of escape, or allow anyone to rescue you. You will be slavishly devoted to me and my will. Understood?"

"I understand, mistress. I am yours to command. Your slave."

"My sex slave."

"You sex slave, mistress."

"Excellent," Catwoman said, uncoiling the magic lasso and returning it to her new Golden Girdle. "This lasso is a wonderful thing. I used it on some of my troublesome recent acquisitions, over at the cathouse in the projects. They are all docile and eager to please now. You might know them…Lois Lane, Black Canary, Silver Sable, Batgirl and White Queen."

"I'm happy for you, mistress," she said.

"I'm sure you are," she said and laughed. "Either way, they are all over here now. Chelsea Cathouse is my newest brothel, and I plan for it to be the cathouse I keep all of my captured super heroines."

"Lois Lane is not a super heroine," Wonder Woman said.

"So she isn't, and as such she will stay at the cathouse in the projects. Along with Mary Jane Parker," Catwoman said.

At six P.M. that night, Wonder Woman officially started her job at Chelsea Cathouse Bar and Grill. As Catwoman predicted, she was extremely popular. In fact, it was six months before she would work the strip club part of the facility. We was just too busy before then.

With the magic lasso, Catwoman quickly filled the Chelsea with captured, obedient super heroines.

THE END