Wonder Woman vs the Speed Player

Revision Note: this is the second version of this story submitted to this site; it fixes a few typos and other assorted errors that slipped through on the first version. There are no other major changes.

Author’s Note: this story was originally inspired by Mr. X’s WWWalk animation. That should let you know how long it hung around in my drafts folder since I’m pretty sure that video is at least a decade old at this point. Nevertheless, I would humbly recommend having said clip playing to one side for at least the opening scene. The story begins, like the movie, with Wonder Woman walking down a street - though I forgot to include the cape - oops! Shortly thereafter she encounters a speedster villain, and things heat up from there.

Plot Note: since it comes up early – I tend to roll with the old-school version of Wonder Woman’s weakness, where she loses her powers when bound by a man (“Aphrodite’s Law”) rather than having to get them from her belt. It doesn’t make a huge difference in this story; just don’t expect her to be depowered by the loss of her belt like TV Wonder Woman / Ms. Americana would be.

Send any comments or feedback to violatoremail@protonmail.com. Hit END for a short summary.

Wonder Woman strutted along the dirty, trash-strewn street. Her broad hips swung proudly back and forth in her star-spangled panties, while her huge breasts bounced dramatically in her lace-up golden-eagle bustier. Her powerful legs swung, one before the other, sauntering across the cracked pavement in her gleaming red and white boots. Her gleaming belt lay cinched tight around her waist, and her golden lasso dangled down beside her curvy fertile hip.

“This place is a scum pit,” she purred to herself. “And Wonder Woman is here to clean it up!”

As she strutted, she occasionally saw pimps hustling their hookers off the street, or ne’er do wells with bulky jackets fading back into the shadows. Normally she might have gone after them, but today she was a woman on a mission. Word was a newly emerged supervillain had been making trouble in these parts, and she was here to put him in his place.

"Whoever this low-life is, I'm going to find him," she purred to herself, as she sauntered onwards through the ghetto. She smirked. "And when I do, I'll wish he'd never even thought of messing with Wonder Woman!" she said.

Finally, with another confident sway of her buxom star-spangled hips, the mighty Amazon rounded a corner... and skidded right to a halt. Her large breasts sloshing wildly in her golden bustier with the force of her sudden stop, as her hands flew up from her hips in shock.

"Oh... Suffering Sapho!" she ejaculated, her blue eyes wide in shock.

Before her, a police car stood in the middle of the street. Smashed and dented, it sagged on suspension, looking like a mob had been at it - even though no mob was to be seen.

But that was not what caused her jaw to drop. For directly in front of the smashed cruiser, and twenty paces in front of herself, were the two young female officers it had contained; a blonde on the left and a redhead on the right. Both athletic beauties were on their knees, facing away from her and back toward their smashed ride - hands bound behind their shapely waists with what looked like their own cuffs. Both were wearing their boots, their gloves, their caps perched jauntily upon their heads - and very little else. The remains of their uniforms; as well as their gear, nightsticks and skimpy underwear; was scattered across the pavement all around them.

Directly in front of them stood two swarthy men in purple and orange clothing - gang colors, Wonder Woman recognized, from tags she had seen on her walk in. Each one was holding one of the cop girls' captured service pistols in one hand, while he had the other wrapped around the back of her head.

Though she could not see past the girls' heads, from the way the two thugs thrust over and over into the space directly beneath the two officers' shivering caps, the way their evil heads rolled back and forth as they let out gasps of pleasure, and the way their flies hung open to either side of the girls' pretty cheeks, it was not hard to imagine what was going on.

"Shit... yes..." one thug sighed, caressing his fingers through the blonde cop's hair - as, before his waist, her head bobbed slowly, and the sounds of sweet slurps and choked gurgles echoed through the air.

"Hell... yeah..." the other thug beside him gasped. He shivered with pleasure... as, down in front of his waist, the redheaded cop swiftly learned how best to use her tongue. His grin broadened, as she slurped and slurped. "That's it..." he cooed down at her,. "You ladies are almost living up to that motto now. You are learning to 'protect' us from having un-sucked dicks. And as for the serve part..."

Beside him, his partner cracked a huge grin, as before his waist the blonde cop slurped and slurped with slowly increasing efficiency. "Well, you ladies already got that part down!" he laughed - and his associate joined in.

For a few more seconds, hands hovering in shock to either side of her buxom hips, Wonder Woman could only stare in disbelief. Neither side had yet seen her - the ladies had their backs to her, and their heads forcibly bowed to their new tasks, while the thugs' eyes were closed as their heads rolled with police-tongue-provided pleasures.

Finally, recovering the power of speech after the sheer shock at what she was witnessing, Wonder Woman's hands curled into fists to either side of her broad, star-spangled hips.

“Chauvinist pigs!” she bellowed.

“Oh shit!” both men said. Their eyes burst open and they stared in shock at who had just appeared in the middle of the street. “Fuck! It’s Wonder Woman!” they said - ogling her shamelessly even as they shivered in fear.

“You ruffians!” she said, lifting a hand from her buxom hip, posed beautifully yet imperiously before them. She pointed right at them. “Let those young ladies go and come away with me! You’re going to be locked away in jail, until you’ve learned your lesson about how to behave towards superior beings… like them!” she said, pointing down to the two fallen warrior-women. “Or me!” she added, returning her hands imperiously to her hips.

For just a second, pure terror encompassed the two criminal’s faces as they gaped up and down her mighty shapely body, straining in its proud and famous costume. Then they got their balls back. “Fuck you, Wonder-bitch!” one said.

Knowing that they could not engage a superheroine while rooted to the spot, no matter how pleasurably, both yanked back out of their chosen girl's mouth, and then shoved her aside. The two shapely police-women yelped out as they landed sprawled, naked flesh pressing to the filthy asphalt, upon the pavement to either side.

Getting rid of the intervening beauties exposed the two thugs' cocks to view. Despite herself, Wonder Woman's eyes darted downward - briefly locking onto them. Both criminals members pointed right up at her, still hard, glistening with law-girl spittle. Both appeared to be between seven and eight inches in length. Though she normally prided herself on being utterly impervious to the mysterious allure of the male privates, Wonder Woman still gasped momentarily, her blue eyes spreading wide - more than a little shocked that two common street thugs could each possess a member twice as large as any she was used to seeing, poking through the briefs of her godlike Justice League comrades.

But, slightly too far away to see where her eyes were going, the two hero-shaming thugs snarled. "Eat this, bitch!" one said, creatively. Their guns already out and pointed at her, the two criminals raised their stolen pistols and drew aim.

The sight of two more hard barrels being leveled at her, even out of her peripheral vision, snapped the mighty maiden out of her briefly disoriented state and back into the familiar world of battle.

"Take your best shot," she cooed, eyes darting back upwards. A fierce smile re-appeared on her gorgeous face as the discomfort she had been feeling moments before was replaced by the comforting rush of battle. She lunged forward, in a practiced leap - both closing on the thugs and instinctively drawing their fire. Both of their pistols discharged, repeatedly. Smirking, she blocked one bullet with her left bracelet, another with her right.

Then she was among them.

"Learn your place, scum!" she said. With a flying spin kick she sent one hurtling to the ground. Despite his mortal peril the other was briefly frozen in transfixed awe by her super-humanly shapely ass, jiggling a foot away from his face. By the time he recovered her fist was inbound, with an ETA of a tenth of a second.

"This is why you chauvinist pigs always lose!" she cackled, as her fist connected. He too went sprawling, wailing, his dick flopping behind him.

After the first blows, both men landed and lay groaning. Then, growls spreading across their faces, both attempted to rise. Darting first to one and then the other, Wonder Woman delivered swift kicks to the face for their trouble. After that they went down and stayed down. They groaned as they lost consciousness – their moist and naked dicks twitching in the cold air as they found themselves pointed up from their still-open flies towards the sky.

“That’s what you get for messing with a Princess of the Amazons!” Diana said, smugly. Standing over the two men she put her hands back upon her broad curvy hips, and smirked. The two criminals groaned and whimpered, but made no attempt to rise again as they slipped into unconsciousness. Their shining wet dicks, still extending from their pants, slowly wilted and faded as they did. The source of the moisture coating the two increasingly non-threatening members, the two young ladies’ luscious mouths, fell open wide as they gaped up at their savior with shining fan-girl awe.

“Oh, my God,” the blonde gasped. “Wonder Woman, you’re amazing!”

“You saved us!” the redhead squealed.

“Think nothing of it, ladies,” Wonder Woman purred, basking in their adulation. She struck a pose before them, ass facing back the way she had come. “I will free you in a second," she told the two grateful, squirming beauties. "But first, I must bind these two,” she said, nodding at the two thugs laid out at her feet

But before she could move a muscle a deep voice suddenly spoke out… directly behind her. “Huh,” it said. “Figures. I can’t leave you dipshits alone to train our new whores for even one minute without you fucking it all up, can I?”

With a gasp, Wonder Woman, whirled her head and looked back over her shoulder. In the middle of the street, twenty paces behind her ample ass, and where she herself had been no more than a minute before, there now stood a tall, slim, muscular man. His skin was jet black. He wore a costume of purple and orange - the same colors the thugs had worn, though he wore them on virtually every inch of cloth on his body.

On bottom his pants were purple, but much looser than traditional superhero pants; more like a pair of jeans, with a zip-up fly. Above that, he wore an orange wife-beater. Upon his muscular chest was emblazoned a large purple J - the upper end of which was flared, so that it resembled an arrow… or perhaps something else. The outer curve of the J also seemed to protrude out and seemed to be slightly wrinkly in outline. The entire symbol, she could not help but note, stretched out with a slight upward curve across his chest, seemed to be at least fourteen inches in length, if not much longer, and quite thick to match.

Then, with a slight gasp, the defiantly virginal Amazon Princess quickly tore her eyes off this strange new villain’s logo, and took in the rest of him. His head was bald, and gleamed. He wore mirrored wrap-around shades that covered his eyes. His pants were sealed up with a thick belt, closed up with a large buckle, upon which was engraved a matching symbol to the one on his chest. His feet, down below, were clad in what appeared to be gigantic orange running shoes.

“Who are you?” she finally asked, returning her gaze to his face. Though they had been quite detailed her examinations of his body had taken her but a moment, and she remained in a wide-legged and imperious stance before him.

The stranger tapped his chest, and grinned.

“My name is Jerk Johnson, baby,” he said. His smirk broadened, as he returned the favor of examining her body, his mirrored shades turning down and openly lingering with particular delight upon her enormous bustier-encased breasts, her long sleek booted legs, and especially her famously skimpy star-spangled panties before finally returning to her glaring gorgeous face. “My friends call me the Speed Player,” he added, his grin broadening.

“Oh, really?” Wonder Woman said. Hands still on her hips, her face and voice and body language all combined to communicate quite clearly that was thoroughly unimpressed. "And why is that?” she asked, cooly.

Jerk Johnson just smiled, at the busty superheroine's bored reaction.

“Why, because there’s speed, baby, and then there’s acceleration, and then there’s the Jerk," he said. “I’m pretty fast in battle,” he warned her. "But I’m even faster with the ladies…”

Wonder Woman folded her arms under her immense breasts, and rolled her eyes. “Uh, huh,” she said. "Haven't heard that one before."

Then, she blinked. And in that blink of Wonder Woman's pretty blue eyes, Jerk Johnson vanished. before her eyes opened again, he had zipped back into place exactly where he’d been, as if he’d never moved.

Behind her, the two luscious lady cops, gasping in recognition, had just opened their lips wide in order to yell a warning to Wonder Woman about this villain’s particular talents. Now, a moment later their wide eyes turned down and quivered in shock, to find each of their luscious lips stretched and stuffed wide around a pair of thick silken bundles. In the time it had taken them to draw breath, each had had her own lacy panties wadded up and stuffed into her luscious mouth, silencing. The straps of their bras had been wrapped and tied around their pretty heads, making of their skimpy underwear a crude but effective gag. Meanwhile their thick leather police belts had been looped around their ankles and then up through their handcuffs - binding them into a kneeling position and ensuring they were going nowhere.

The only warnings either of them managed to make were a pair of plaintive, tiny, gurgling whimpers - as their naked bodies squirmed in sudden shock. Her back to them and her nobly glaring head otherwise occupied, Wonder Woman didn’t even notice.

“Well, whoever you are,” the Amazon Princess proclaimed to her seemingly stationary, and presumably weak and cowardly foe. "Rest assured that you have no chance against me. Do you not realize,” she said, gesturing a hand up and down her superhuman body, “that you face Wonder Woman – the greatest of all superheroines? Do yourself a favor. Surrender now, and come peacefully to jail. Otherwise, you will face my Amazonian wrath.”

“Hmm,” Jerk Johnson said, looking her up and down. “Nah," he said. "But I'll let you suck my dick before taking you down, if you want, Wonder Slut.”

Wonder Woman gasped, in shock. Then her gorgeous face shivered, with fury. Drawing herself up to her full height, she placed her hands upon her buxom hips and glared, eyes flashing with righteous anger.

“Male chauvinist pig!” she spat. And, at the conclusion of the line, for the second time, she blinked.

Again, in an instant, Jerk vanished. When he returned a split-second later, several high-end video cameras had suddenly appeared, scattered all around on tripods… every last one trained in on Wonder Woman. Three blocks away an electronics store owner suddenly looked up in shock, mouth agape, at an empty shelf that moments ago had been full. Gaze locked in fury upon her villain, when Wonder Woman opened her pretty eyes again a half-second later she didn’t notice any of them.

“You should know,” she continued, haughtily, and now unknowingly on camera from several different angles, “that powerful women such as I will never respond to that kind of aggressive masculine posturing. Especially a mighty and invincible superheroine such as myself!” Closing her eyes, she shook her head.

In the blink of her haughty eyes once more Jerk vanished. He re-appeared an instant later, exactly where he’d been. And in that instant in which he had vanished, suddenly the top several laces of Wonder Woman's tight-cinched bustier had come undone.

Instantly, in a way that almost seemed to be accompanied by an audible “Bloop!” sound effect in everyone who witnessed it, Diana’s gigantic all-natural hooters surged forward to jiggle lower and more ponderously within her suddenly loosened cups. So violently did her giant jugs start to surge within her noble golden-eagle bustier that the tops of her areolas started to become visible over the edges of her gigantic yet constraining cups. Running a hand back through her hair and snarling, if Wonder Woman even noticed the suddenly greater freedom with which her titanic wonders were bouncing and swaying before her she attributed it to a mere shift in the wind, and kept her attention focused entirely on her insolent male opponent.

“I am a Princess of the Amazons,” she said.

She shifted her weight from one long leg to the other - making her massive shapely melons jostle back and forth wildly within her loosened cups. His leering gaze, and his merciless cameras, got everything. On their knees and watching helplessly, the two policewomen whimpered and blushed in sympathetic humiliation for the oblivious, near-topless superheroine.

“I am superior to you in every possible way,” Wonder Woman continued. “My body is stronger than any man's. My brains are smarter than any man's. I am living proof that all your rapacious bravado is just a pack of lies.”

Her smug smirk broadening, she once more closed her eyes in a brief blink. Once more Jerk vanished for an instant in a blur. When he reappeared, he had her golden belt dangling down from his hand, beside his leg. Her own gaze focused in fury upon his infuriatingly smirking face, Wonder Woman did not even notice. Parking one hand on her curvy hip, she pointed the other at him accusatively.

“You have absolutely no chance against me,” Wonder Woman said. "You are but a filthy little bug to be crushed beneath my righteous boot!"

As she pointed, she blinked again. In that instant, Jerk vanished once more. When he reappeared, her belt was gone – it was actually lying a little ways behind her, beside the gagged and staring cops, for safekeeping. The golden lasso that once dangled from it was tied around her left ankle. It lay upon the ground. Running off to one side to stay out of her field of view, it looped around and ran up the back of his leg – to where his hand clutched the other end.

Wonder Woman felt a slight shiver run up her skin, as the truth-enforcing field of her own lasso enveloped her buxom body. But she did not recognize it. Instead, within her beautiful head, she wrote the feeling off as the tingling excitement that always filled her just before she was going to get to stomp an exceptionally arrogant male. Especially when it was a man, like this one, who had a reputation as a sexual conqueror of women. If the rumors were true, the evil stud standing before her had annihilated the pride and virtue of no less than three promising young superheroines. This was a vile record that absolutely demanded a repayment- and, she knew for certain, her superlative Amazonian body could provide him with exactly the comeuppance he deserved.

Remembering all this, Wonder Woman smirked. Sliding her fingers into the backs of her panties, she smoothed them out artfully over the incredible swell of her rounded ass. Then she parked them on her hips. Between her hands, unbeknownst to her, thanks to the loss of her belt and the loosening of her bustier a significant portion of her midriff was now exposed. The Amazon had a broad flat belly most bikini models would have killed for. At the center of her exposed flesh her belly button peeked out, beneath the hem of her loosened bustier.

“So, I advise you to give up now,” Wonder Woman said, wrapping up her monologue. She was not sure if she was hoping more that it would work… or that it wouldn’t. “Do as you are told - like all mortal men should when instructed by an Amazon," she said, “and I promise I will be merciful. Resist and I assure you, you will be defeated, humiliated, and led away as my prisoner – before all those you once inspired to chauvinism and evil.”

Jerk Johnson smiled in response.

“Actually, baby,” he cooed, “I don’t think you want to take me to jail. If you had brains half as big as either of those giant tits of yours, then you would strip off that skimpy costume, kneel down naked at my feet, and beg me to lead you away in chains instead.” He looked her up and down, and smirked. “In fact,” he cooed, “if you get those panties down fast enough, I might just go easy on your cunt the first few times I fuck it. But only if you want me to. Which I doubt.”

Hands lifting up off her buxom hips, Wonder Woman gasped in shock. Then her face twisted into a snarl.

“Give… give me one reason,” she hissed, stamping her foot, “that I, of all women, would surrender to you!”

Jerk chuckled. “I can give you several, baby,” he said. “But you’ll have to come close to receive them.” He arched an eyebrow, and leered at her. “If I give you my reasons, will you promise to come close and not attack until we're done talking?” he asked. "I know how emotional you super-bitches can be!"

Hands returning to her hips, Wonder Woman shivered with fury. But at the same time, she found his proposal tempting.

‘By reputation he’s a swift, slippery little fuck,’ she thought. ‘A real get in deep and then get out kind of guy. Letting me get close will actually work to my advantage – the idiot!’ she thought. And it was not like she was under any obligation to keep her word, one he foolishly let her get close - not to a clearly dishonorable criminal thug like him! Or at least, so she assured herself, while smirking at him.

Besides, as she had dressed him down – unknowingly having one piece after another of her costume un-dressed from beneath her royally uplifted nose – from her perspective he had just stood there and kept a safe distance. She was decidedly unimpressed with this no-name loser so far - and was, in fact, already mentally scheduling how to spend the rest of her day after he inevitably folded up like so many overrated men before him. Perhaps a mani/pedi was in order, to celebrate...

“I would,” Diana cooed at last, her voice coming in a sultry and confident purr. Raising a hand, she ran it through her lustrous hair. As she did so her enormous breasts, barely contained within the cups of her half-opened bustier, sloshed back and forth dramatically. Through the cups of her bustier her large nipples were starting to poke out noticeably – as her body prepared itself for what it knew was going to be an epic contest. Dropping her hand back to her hip, Wonder Woman smirked. “Very well. I promise not to attack you until you explain yourself,” she said. "But if you try to attack or flee, the deal is off."

"Deal," he said. “Now approach, Amazon – and we will hold our final parley in peace,” he said.

“Yes,” she said. “We will.”

With a confident swagger in her step, she strutted forward. Her voluptuous hips swayed back and forth, held high and proud, before the whimpering, panty-silenced police girls who knelt half-forgotten behind her. Her enormous cleavage wobbled closer and closer to his face, until at last she stopped – the tips of her huge breasts swaying back and forth inches from his chest. Her buxom, panty-clad pelvis swayed impatiently back and forth, about a foot away from his.

“Alright,” she said, planting her hands on her hips. “What is this reason you have that I should not arrest you and take you to jail?”

Jerk smirked.

“Actually,” he cooed, looking her right in her furious blue eyes, “I have twelve reasons, baby – plus several more as a bonus just for you.”

Reaching down, he put a hand on his fly, and began to unzip his pants.

Hands upon her hips, Wonder Woman's eyes jerked briefly down, in shock, and then shot back up to his face before she could possibly be accused of letting them linger. Her expression, reflected in his mirrored shades, darkened.

"You had better not be thinking what I think you are thinking," she growled. Lifting a finger, she wagged it in front of his leering face. "I'll have you know," she said stridently, "that contrary to what you imagine within that filthy male ego, superheroines like myself are not the least bit affected by-"

Ignoring her, with a grin, he yanked open his fly. Immediately, like a great black dragon lunging forth from its lair, an enormous ebon blur burst forth. It shot straight out towards her famous superheroine panties. The massive blur collided against the center of said silken star-spangled surface. It resolved itself into an enormously long and thick black penis, propped up against her sleek flesh. His gigantic dark schlong was so immense that it easily bridged the foot-long expanse that separated her pelvis from his, while still having several veiny and delightedly twitching inches pressed firmly against the sleek surface of her crotch, keeping him in place upon her flesh.

Wonder Woman’s jaw dropped open, at what she suddenly felt pressed against the center of her panties.

"No," she whispered - her stunned gaze never leaving his mirrored, leering face. "No... it... it can't be..." she denied, desperately.

But whether she believed in it or not, the enormous penis reacted predictably to finding itself pressed up against the very center of one of the most famous pair of panties in the universe, wrapped around one of the curviest and most buxom hips yet known to mankind. Propped against that silken surface, Jerk Johnson’s massive black cock twitched with pleasure. Swiftly, it began to grow even longer - its massive tip advancing like a hungry worm up the surface of her pristine flesh. Wonder Woman gasped deeply, to feel the impossible impression she was feeling on her pelvis begin to advance up her body - feeling him press more firmly into her flesh as well, as he began to harden.

For how long she knew not, she remained frozen - her beautiful face locked to his in a filthy game of chicken, unwilling to break his eye contact and give his filthy ego the satisfaction of seeing her look down - to confirm what in her heart of hearts she knew could not possibly be true. But, at last, she could not help herself. With a final whimper, she gave in. Breaking from his gaze, she ducked her gorgeous tiara-crowned head forward. Tilting it down, she looked down through the narrow crevice between her enormous breasts. So laser-focused on their target were her luscious blue eyes, the Amazon did not even notice how loosely her huge boobs were jiggling back and forth in their proud cups, just to either side of it in her heavily cleavage-restricted field of view.

Finally, her eyes reached him. And, it was instantly clear, whatever inkling of suspicion she may have had in her head had not been a fraction of the actual beast she found, pressed against her sacred flesh.

“Oh… oh my g-GODDESS!” Wonder Woman promptly squealed. Her mighty hands, which had been perched atop her buxom hips, flew up and hovered in shock, to either side of her sleek star-spangled panties, at the sheer size of the enormous jet-black veiny cock she found nuzzling up against her. “Y-your p-PENIS!” the Princess of the Amazons moaned, her blue eyes widening as they stared down her own body in utter disbelief. “I…it… it’s so h-HUGE!”

For several seconds, the mighty Amazon stared in dazed disarray, down between her big jostling breasts, at the sight of the enormous criminal penis pressed against her sacred panties. Then, eyes never budging from it, she shook her head.

“Oh… how d-DARE you do this to me?!" she demanded, of the only criminal who had yet had the balls to unzip before her, let alone to press his cock itself up against her flesh. Granted, no criminal she had ever encountered before had remotely had the length to do so, either, from the close but still mind-boggling distance the so-called Speed Player stood at.

Jerk chuckled, his enormous cock throbbing with glee against the center of the panties.

“You invited me to, bitch,” he pointed out.

“W-what?!” Wonder Woman yelped.

“You agreed to meet, and discuss my reasons for you to surrender,” he purred, to the shocked Amazon. “Well, here they are, slut.” Brazenly he stepped up closer, pushing even more of his cock up against her flesh. Wonder Woman gasped in shock as his throbbing hardness advanced several inches further up her panties, until a significant length of his thick veiny bulk was resting up against her shapely star-spangled silk. “What’s the matter?” he cooed into her startled face. “Isn’t that what you told me to do, babe?” he asked her.

Wonder Woman shivered, and licked her lips. “Yes… yes it is…” she whispered softly. Then she gasped, as a soft tingle swept through her. She had no idea what it was - but it was her magic lasso enforcing its binding law upon her. Having admitted what he was doing fell within the bounds of their parley, Wonder Woman moaned - as she suddenly found that the twitching fingers hovering to either side of violated panties would not swoop down and dislodge him, no matter how she might try to will it so. Stunned at her inability to resist something as primal yet vulnerable as his bloated penis itself rubbing against her, Wonder Woman gasped deeply - as her lovely head began to feel dizzy from trying to comprehend everything that was happening to it.

At the sight of her helpless befuddlement, Jerk Johnson smirked. Then, he suddenly went further. His fingers reached out, past her mighty yet uselessly trembling hands, and caressed her silky flesh, right along the upper edge of where the skimpy straps of her high-leg bikini bottom arced up over her buxom hips.

"What... what are you doing?!" Wonder Woman demanded, indignantly, as she felt his rude fingertips against her sacred silky skin.

"We already established me touching you is okay," he cooed at her. His penis throbbed against her through the thin silk of her panties, to remind her exactly where and how. He caressed her, through her tiny star-spangled straps. "Besides, round here, playing with the panty is just a part of foreplay. And foreplay just another word for negotiation - between a man and his slut, over whether she’ll put out. In other words… parley. Aint’ that right bitch?"

Wonder Woman gasped, and squirmed. With so many unfamiliarly sexual things happening to her so swiftly, her stalwart brain was starting to feel dizzy trying to keep up with it. Her gorgeous face continued to gape down, between her breasts, her noble eyes were entirely engrossed in the impossible sight of his mammoth black cock-head, pulsing with glee against the very center of her panties. But at the same time, she had been asked a direct question, and though she did not know it, her lasso would not permit her not to answer. Slowly, the truth was dragged out of her, without her even realizing it.

“Yes. I… I suppose it is…” the distracted Amazon whispered, still staring at his gigantic cock-head. Then she gasped softly, as another tingle swept through her. Having agreed to his proposal, she once more bound herself even further into his power.

Jerk Johnson chuckled. Then, having been given permission to do so, he peeled up the skimpy hips of Wonder Woman's famous panties, and slid his thumbs down through them. Wonder Woman gasped in shock, her blue eyes going wide, as if she finally realized what she had just agreed to. Moments later, her voice rose into a shriek as he suddenly yanked hard up on both sides of her sacred panties - jerking the already taut straps inches away from her sleek curvy flesh, and also driving her sleek silken-clad crotch hard up against his penis in the process.

"Oh... oh GODDESSS!" Wonder Woman shrieked, as her buxom hips were suddenly yanked upwards and driven into him, by the twin humiliating handholds of her very own panties. The sacred Themiscryan silks, designed to withstand the forces of superhuman battle, held firm - leaving her voluptuous hips to wiggle back and forth helplessly as the entire surface of her pelvis was crushed up against his gigantic, delightedly throbbing cock. Her mighty hands meanwhile, hung open and fluttered in shock to either side of his lurid and insolent assault upon her holy flesh. But, bound by her own word as sworn upon her lasso, her trembling Amazonian fingers found that they could not reach in and lay as much as a single finger upon him to make him stop.

“Wh-what are y-you doing?!” the Amazon Princess gasped in shock, as with twin fingers looped through her panties the foul villain tugged her pelvis harder and harder up against his crotch. But that verbal objection was the closest thing to resistance the proud superheroine was able to mount - and the Speed Player just smirked right back in response.

"Making sure you can't just run away, Wonder Slut," Jerk Johnson purred. "Now that I got you where it counts, it's time you answer a couple of pertinent questions." Coiling his fingers tighter through her star-spangled bottoms, he took great delight in jerking them up first on one side and then the other - making her sleek silky pelvis rub delightfully back and forth, against his gigantic throbbing penis.

"What... what do you want to know, you… you evil monster?" Wonder Woman gasped. Despite everything she had done to her, her gaze continued to be trapped, looking down through the narrow crevice between her breasts, to the enormous beast pulsing against her sacred flesh. Getting yanked up to him had brought her close enough that the tips of her huge jugs were starting to brush and caress against his filthy chest - but even that didn't seem to be able to distract the squirming Amazon from her fixation. Though it had started off nuzzling the very center of her swooping star-spangled panties, it had advanced steadily upwards across them, crossing her scoop-front waistband, until his giant tip was now caressing at the shadow-dappled edges of her belly button. Meanwhile, down at the base of his fly, a gigantic pair of balls had spilled out of his suit, and traced lightly against her thighs - just inches away from her tender besieged mound.

Looking into her gorgeous downward-focused face with amusement, Jerk smirked - and gave another little heart-stopping tug at her panties.

"What I want to ask you," he cooed to her, his dark smirking mouth hovering beside her distracted gorgeous face, "is this… do you want to kiss me, Wonder Slut?"

Wonder Woman drew in a deep breath, her eyes going wide. "Wh-what?" she asked. Her eyes remained fixated on in awe at the tip of his enormous black cock-head, pressed against her belly. Shaking her head, Wonder Woman gasped in shock. "H-how can you even ask me that?!" she asked.

"What's the matter, Princess?" he asked. "Ain't you ever been kissed before?"

And, to rub his question in, he swung his hips back and forth - rubbing his long throbbing cock luxuriantly back and forth over her sleek silky panties.

The breath caught in Wonder Woman's throat, and a tiny blush appeared on her cheeks. But, once more, her lasso forced her to answer.

"No," she admitted, softly.

His head tilting back, Jerk Johnson cackled with glee at this news. He gave another tug at her panties, his enormous schlong pulsing with glee against her silky flesh. "Never?" he asked. "You never once kissed one of those virtuous dweebs you hang out with?"

Blushing slightly, Diana took a deep breath. But then she slowly shook her gorgeous tiara-crowned head. "Never," she said.

He grinned, twisting her silken panty around his finger. "Well, then," he cooed, his giant balls caressing against her crotch, up between her mighty thighs. "It should be an easy question, Princess. Do you want to kiss me?"

Wonder Woman panted softly, and moaned. The question swirled in her head, and she found herself feeling woozy. Finally lifting her gaze from his cock, she got only as far as his lips… and stared at them in turn. Despite the fact his lips were filthy and ugly and evil, she found her eyes fixated entirely on them, as if the entire world was spinning around her.

"Yes..." the mighty Amazon finally whispered. She squirmed. "Yes..." she whispered, staring at his lips. "I... I do want to kiss you," she admitted, sounding like a farm-maid who has found herself alone with a boy for the first time. Finally, she lifted her eyes from his lips and looked up into his mirrored shades - a deep blush spreading across her high and noble cheeks.

Jerk let out a delighted cackle at the news, his big penis pulsing against her joyfully. "And why is that, Princess?" he asked. His fingers gave another heart-stopping tug at her panties, and he grinned down into her face. “Why do you want to kiss me, a brutal criminal - and not any of those super-chumps you hang out with?”

Wonder Woman took several deep breaths, staring at him.

"Why… b-because you have a much bigger penis," she said, softly.

She took another couple breaths, and then her blue eyes suddenly went wide.

"Oh... oh my Goddess! D-did I really just SAY that?!" she moaned, her gorgeous face quivering in shock beneath her gleaming royal crown.

"Hahahaha!" Jerk cackled. Hearing her answer, he tilted his head back, and crowed to the stars. "You hear that?" he asked - to the universe in general, but also to the silently filming cameras, that most certainly had gotten every word. "Wonder Woman just wants my big long cock!"

"No!" Diana gasped. A corkscrew of emotions exploding beneath her broad flat belly, she shook her head furiously back and forth. "No! That's not it! I just... I..." But in attempting to explain herself, her words twisted up in her head, and then petered out within her mouth.

Getting his laughter back under control, Jerk gave Wonder Woman's violated bottoms another little tug, and leered down into her face.

"Well, then, bitch, here's a follow-up question... if you want to kiss me so bad, why don't you just hurry up and do it, Wonder Slut?"

Wonder Woman gasped at the very idea, her eyes staring into his in disbelief. "K-kiss a brutish male criminal, like you?" she gasped. "In... in public?! I… I could never do that!"

"Why?" he purred. His smirk broadened. "Are you scared?" he asked, before she could answer.

Wonder Woman stiffened, and lifted up to her full height - which had the delightful effect, to him, of pressing her crotch even harder into his penis. "Of... of course not!" she hissed. "A Princess of the Amazons fears of nothing - least of all the lips of common street scum like you!" she said.

"I don't believe you," he cooed back, in a mocking sing-song tone.

"It's true!" she insisted, stridently.

He grinned. "Prove it," he said.

"I... I shall!" she countered.

For the entire duration of his invasive parley with her Diana's hands, bound by her promise of peace - or so she told herself - had hovered open, twitching, but useless to either side of where his penis and his insolent fingers had been driving the hardest of bargains upon her loins. Now, driven by a sudden need to prove her courage they finally surged into action. Leaping up his lean body, she seized hold of the filthy black criminal by his shoulders and his head. Holding him still - save for his penis, which continued to throb with glee against her belly - she darted her head down, tilting it as she did so, and brought her face close to his.

But then, at the last moment, their lips nearly touching, she paused.

"Ohhh..." she whispered. She gasped as she suddenly found his foul masculine stench overwhelming her regal senses. She felt the heat of his lean unkempt body close to hers. And, of course, she felt the gleeful throbbing of his long penis, pressed tight to her crotch. "Oh, Goddess..." the mighty Amazon moaned softly, in anticipation.

At her hesitation, held helpless in her mighty arms, Jerk Johnson just smirked. "I knew you were scared," he said. And to taunt her, with a flick of his hips he jerked his huge penis back and forth across her crotch - reveling in the feel of her silky-smooth yet rock-hard flesh caressing up against his bloated veiny girth through the skimpy surface of her famous panties. "Scared to kiss such a stud!" he laughed.

"Oooh!" Wonder Woman gasped. "I'll show you, you…. Jerk!" she retorted. And with that, diving her lips down, she joined them to his - and kissed him.

Instantly, a moan shot through her. Her hands trembled upon his flesh, and then clung tight. Her gorgeous head trembled - and then slowly, his own lips pursuing eagerly, bent back.

For, whatever her supposedly superior qualities as a fighter, the instant her tongue and his met inside the now mutually shared vault of their lips it became abundantly clear that in this new and unfamiliar contest the proud Amazon could not have been more outmatched. She whimpered, her eyes flickering in shock, as his tongue batted and stroked and toyed with hers in ways she had never imagined. Emotions like she had never dreamed of suddenly exploded and swirled within her gorgeous but suddenly feverish and fuzz-filled head. Her lips darted this way and that, as if trying to escape... and whimpered as they found him still there at every turn, his smirking dark mouth working her over with predatory relish.

But that was just the beginning. Now that he had her tongue where he wanted it - pressed up against him, coiling around his in shock at every move he skillfully pulled on it - Jerk gave one last tug at the hips of her panties, squishing her pelvis hard up against his cock, and then relaxed. But rather than retreat and leave her in peace, his insolent fingers remained on her body - and moved on to new depredations.

"Mmmph!" Wonder Woman whimpered as she felt his hands, still on her, slide back from her hips - and begin to explore her ass. Each rising up with relish upon one of her enormous, jutting, yet staggeringly taut and rounded buttocks, he cupped them, stroked them, and squeezed them, exploring every inch of their famous and forbidden contours. Her besieged bubble-butt wiggled and squirmed wildly, but could not escape his fondling fingers - accomplishing nothing but to make her ass jiggle delightfully against his palms while her crotch ground and rolled against his enormous eagerly-pulsing penis.

But he could not stop there. Chortling with glee into her kiss, Jerk began first to trace his fingers along the edge of the Amazon's panties. Then he began to tease them down inside, onto the naked flesh of her ass.

At this, Wonder Woman bleated in shock. Having him tugging at her panties had been bad enough - having him up inside them, exploring her bare flesh, was too much. At last, driven by shock and panic, she jerked back hard enough to separate her lips from his.

But she was still hampered by the way her pretty head was reeling, and how breathless she had become while enduring the wicked thug's kiss.

"Wait..." she gasped. She panted for breath - her hands not yet moving off his body to stop him, as he ran his criminal fingers insolently back and forth, just underneath the seat of her defiantly skimpy panties. She squirmed - which just had the effect of caressing the crotch of her panties against his gigantic balls, while his enormous shaft twitched with glee against her broad flat belly. "You... you can't touch me down th... down the-"

“What’s the matter with you, baby?” he sneered back. “We already established that playing in your panty is just part of the negotiation. Now, shut the fuck up."

His lips dove down, and claimed hers once more. Wonder Woman whimpered loudly, her tongue batting against his. But she didn’t manage to make any other objection, as his hands gleefully squeezed and caressed at her enormous wiggling round buns, both on top of and up underneath her silken star-spangled panties.

But then, having put the proud Amazon in her place, Jerk naturally could not resist going further. Seemingly judging that regardless of her word going inside right away might be bold enough to make even the lasso-tamed Amazon deck him, Jerk slipped his hands back up out of her panties. Then, caressing his hands down, he slipped them down underneath the enormous swell of her jutting buns, and up between her mighty thighs, and began lightly fondling her pussy.

Instantly, Wonder Woman's blue eyes flashed very wide. They blinked in shock into his face, over their joined lips, and she let out a stunned bleat, as she felt the villain's insolent fingers caressing over her holy of holies. But to her dismay she found that, having accepted his latest round of terms, she could not physically resist him in any way. As his vile criminal fingertip traced with relish back and forth along her sacred crevice, through her thin panties, her noble tongue could but twist and quiver against his in shock. As he probed steadily deeper up between her star-spangled nether lips, her slender mighty fingers could but claw at his back like she was his lover. And as his experienced finger located her tender clitoris and began to besiege it mercilessly, she could but blink her eyes in stunned awe into his leering dark gaze... and press her squirming buxom body with fiercer squirming energy up against his enormous eagerly-pulsing penis.

Between the Speed Player's skill and Wonder Woman's inexperience, even through her panties, it didn't take long. But within her kiss-besieged head, it seemed to stretch out like an eternity. With each fiendish rub of his finger, her world seemed to slow down and to smear out. Her heart beat faster and faster beneath her gigantic breast. Said enormous breasts, barely contained within her golden cups, rubbed and caressed passionately against his chest... and such was the mighty Amazon's distraction, she barely seemed to notice. Steadily, a strange and disorienting energy built and built within her - both within her buxom hips, as they caressed furiously against his enormous cock, and within her gorgeous tiara-crowned head, as it struggled to deal with the forceful explorations of his vile and overwhelming tongue. But at last - after a humiliatingly short time in the real world, but seemingly eons of pussy-stroking madness within her mind, the mighty Amazon's blue eyes rolled up skywards within her tongue-filled head. Her entire body tensed and quivered, and she let out a loud squeal, as an explosion of energy, accompanied by an eruption of fluids, flooded into her criminally-stimulated cunt.

And, at long last, driven by the intense and disorienting energy of her climax, Wonder Woman finally broke the kiss. Her lips wiggled wildly against his, while her tongue flailed in panic. Then, with a last moan, she managed to yank her gorgeous head free of his, and unseal their lips. "Oh... oh s-suffering SAAAPHO!" the mighty Amazon squealed, as her luscious mouth finally burst free of his - spittle flying from her stunned upper lips, to match the sudden deluge that was soaking the crotch of her world-famous panties.

Chuckling with delight, Jerk let her break the kiss. Her eyes staring straight ahead, the Amazon was panting softly - still visibly struggling to wrap her kiss-smeared mind about what his stroking fingers had done to her, between her legs. Jerk smirked. Then, taking advantage of Wonder Woman's at least momentary distraction, he quickly raised his head and looked around.

What he saw was both gratifying, and not the least bit surprising.

Naturally enough, occurring in broad daylight on the inner city streets, his macking of Wonder Woman had not gone unnoticed. Behind her, long forgotten by the noble Amazon as she struggled to deal with his tongue, his two thugs had recovered from the decking she had given them. Sneering, they were keeping a close guard on the two captured police-women, ensuring they could neither escape nor intervene - but also making sure the two stripped underwear-gagged law-girls had no choice but to watch.

But that was just the start of the audience. Farther out, a large crowd of onlookers - rogues and ne'er-do-wells all - had started to accumulate to watch the show. Well aware of the potential consequences for interrupting their resident supervillain's game, they were keeping their distance, staying out past his cameras, and minding their tongues. They watched eagerly but silently from the windows of nearby buildings, or clustering in alleyways. From the smirk on his lips, Jerk Johnson absolutely did not mind having such an audience. But, for the moment, it did mean he wanted to keep the Amazon Princess facing the same direction she already was - lest she turn and spot her audience, at which point her willingness to continue their parley would likely become zero. He turned his mirrored shades back down, and looked into her face.

"You ever had anything like that before, baby?" he asked her - with the oily coo of a man who already knew her answer.

His question brought a gasp from Wonder Woman, and started to bring her back up out of her dazed state. But, before she could fully recover, Jerk stepped back, and then quickly to one side. In doing so he finally, after what had seemed to it like a delightful eternity, broke contact between his penis and the surface of her panties. His huge beast twitched in front of her star-spangled surface, as if disappointed it didn't get to continue sampling her shapely flesh. But, Jerk didn't intend to keep his hungry monster unsated for long. Stepping to one side, he positioned himself directly behind her. This left Wonder Woman facing towards an empty, graffiti-covered wall, some distance behind where he had been. Coming up behind her, he positioned his face right over her shoulder - blocking the most likely path between her eyes and the growing crowd.

Meanwhile, his question had stirred a deep breath from Wonder Woman. She squirmed, made nervous by the many emotions and sensations running through her. His question was uncomfortable enough that she remained facing away from him, rather than turn and risk meeting his gaze - which suited his purposes just fine. But, as before, the lasso wrapped discretely around her ankle dragged an answer out of her soon enough.

"No," she admitted, her buxom hips squirming back and forth. Eyes still lost, she took a few deep breaths, staring into the distance - as if still struggling to deal with that fact. "No, I... I've never felt anything like that before in my life," she admitted. Not for lack of trying, of course. She had spent much time trying to please herself with her fingers, or with toys, or - very occasionally - even the head of one of her fellow Amazons down between her legs. But none of her efforts had ever so completely drained her body and her will as what the filthy criminal had done to her.

Jerk Johnson chuckled. "Okay, baby," he cooed. He slipped his hands up onto her body and, cupping her hips, caressed the edges of her panties. "I just got one more question for you," he promised. "But it's a doozy." Wonder Woman gasped, as she felt his fingers on her body - but having his filthy hands pawing at her glorious curves was starting to seem like the natural state of her existence, and she did not yet react. "My question is this," he said, leering down at her over her shoulder. "If you wanted to kiss me before putting me away... then do you also want to have sex, too?"

And with that, yanking back on her fertile hips he slammed his massive penis down into the enormous crevice between her jutting, star-spangled buns. His gigantic shaft twitched with glee as, having gotten to thoroughly explore the front of her world famous panties, it now got introduced to her superhumanly taut yet gigantic bubble-butt, through the same thin silken casing.

"Oh... oh my Goddess!" Wonder Woman gasped. Her jaw dropped wide open in shock - though whether at his question, or from the introduction of his gigantic shaft down between her buns, it was impossible for perhaps even her to say. Her head spun around and gaped up at him in shock. "How can you even ask me that, you… you criminal brute?!" she demanded of him.

"By asking, sweetheart," he cooed. "Now answer the question." And by way of encouraging unfeminine haste in her decision making, he ground his cock hard up and down her sculpted bottom - making his shaft pulse with glee as it sunk deep down between her jiggling buns and stroked vigorously through them.

"Oh!" Wonder Woman said. Unable to look him in the face, she whirled her head and gasped. Her eyes suddenly looked distant. Unseen, her lasso glowed softly, trying to force her to speak. But even after all the other humiliating questions he had asked her, the Amazon seemed particularly desperate not to answer this one. She licked her lips, and moaned - her buxom hips squirming, as they were once more sampled by his cock. Then, she finally came up with the best response she could muster.

"I... I couldn't..." she gasped softly, a deep blush on her high cheeks. "N-not with a foul criminal like you! P-people will... people will talk. I have a reputation, to protect, as... as the Princess of the Amazons."

A huge grin spread across Speed Player's lips. Dropping them down, he nuzzled them against her ear - making her gasp, and squirm her big round buns back against him some more.

"I promise, I won't tell nobody, baby," he assured her - and gave the squirming raven-haired beauty another kiss, on her earlobe. "Not like anyone would believe them if I did, right?" He strategically neglected to mention both the large crowds, and his filming cameras, as he moved his lips forward, and pressed another kiss to her cheek.

Wonder Woman let out a tiny whimper, as his dark lips caressed the side of her regal face. She squirmed again... and finding her first attempt crumbling inside her, did her best to muster a second.

"C-couldn't we just wait?" she asked him. "I'm not sure if I'm ready..."

He chuckled, as if amused she would even attempt such a meager excuse on a player like him.

"You are still going to put me in jail, right bitch?" he asked her. "You aren't reconsidering that, are you?" he asked her. Leaning forward, he pressed another kiss to her cheek, while his huge cock pulsed with glee between her buns. Wonder Woman let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched squeak at this, and a deep blush appeared upon her cheeks at what he was implying. But this didn't keep her other pair of rounded cheeks from squirming back helplessly, against the giant throbbing cock that was cradled delightedly between them. "If you don't take what you want now, you'll never get another chance," he pointed out - making a long thrust up and down between her buns, as if in imitation of what could be done inside her pussy. "Is an Amazon Princess too scared to even admit her own desires?" he asked her, pointedly.

"Oh... oh H-hera preserve me..." Wonder Woman moaned. She licked her luscious lips and gasped... but no matter how she moved her opulent mouth, she could think of nothing else to say - except the one thing her pride and her royal dignity absolutely forbid her from saying.

"I'm too fertile," she finally whispered. She squirmed her buxom hips back against him and moaned, even as she struggled to come up with an excuse not to give in. "If I let you inside me... especially a man of your vile yet superior potency... I could risk bearing your spawn. And... and that is too great a gift for Wonder Woman to give to... to a foul criminal like you!"

Jerk Johnson grinned gleefully at the bit of juicy news she had just dropped for him - but kept his eyes, and his penis, on his prize.

"That's just fine, baby," he purred. He caressed his lips against her ear, and grinned. "I'll pull out. I promise." One glance at his face would have made it obvious he was lying. But, her head turned away from him, the only one who couldn’t see that was Wonder Woman.

“Oh…” Wonder Woman gasped, as her mind’s latest attempt at an objection got shoved aside - almost as if it too had been pulverized and then contemptuously brushed aside by his long veiny shaft, within the cradle made between her rotund wiggling buttocks.

“C’mon baby,” he said. “Just give me an answer.” He caressed his hands up and down her body, making her squirm. “You already admitted those super-losers you hang out with can’t measure up,” he pointed out.

“Oh… oh Goddess!” Wonder Woman moaned, the already bright blush upon her cheeks deepening further, as she was reminded of that fact.

“Just say it,” he coaxed. “Do you want me to fuck you before we start fighting? It’s a simple yes or no. Is that really so hard?”

In response, Wonder Woman bit her lip, and whimpered. Around her ankle her golden lasso pulsed again, trying to force her to answer. Yet, she resisted... with every fiber of her divine being. So much of her considerable will was focused on resisting her lasso, she had nothing left to oppose Jerk's hands upon her body - not that she had ever managed to resist that much in the first place.

Looking at her, Jerk chuckled. Then, he slowly caressed his hands up her hourglass-shaped body, until he came to her breasts. Spreading his palms out, he cupped and squeezed her gigantic pliant hooters, through her loose golden-eagle top. Her teeth digging into her upper lip, Wonder Woman wiggled and moaned at this, but desperately remained silent. Jerk cooed with pleasure - especially as her latest round of squirming rubbed her enormous ass vigorously against his appreciatively twitching cock. His fingers stroked deep down into the jiggling crevice between her enormous jugs - and began fingering her laces. Then, with a deft pluck of his finger, he slipped one more out.

This, at last, drew Wonder Woman’s attention. Her jaw dropping open, she stared down in shock - her eyes going wide, as she finally noticed that he had apparently worked very fast, having already undone the first several laces before the one she had felt.

"What... what do you think you're doing?!" she hissed - staring down at his insolent fingers in shock.

"You're stalling," he said. "When someone stalls at a parley, they get punished." A huge leer on his face, he deftly jerked open another of her laces, letting her huge jugs bounce even more freely between her by now barely-holding cups - and the buxom Amazon gasped sharply, in response. "So here's the deal Princess," he cooed, fingering the next lace down in the chain. "You give me a clear answer right now, whether you want to have sex with me - or you lose your top."

Wonder Woman's regal face shivered for several seconds, in disbelief. To be presented with such an ultimatum seemed to re-awaken some of her customary defiance, after it had been briefly shaken by what had happened between her legs. Her lips twisted into a snarl, and her brilliant blue eyes narrowed - focused entirely on where his dark fingertips were teasingly tracing over her next straining lace, ready to yank it open too.

"H-how dare you?" she hissed, her lips trembling with passion. "What... what makes you think you can do this to an Amazon Princess, and get away with it?!"

"If you don't like it," he purred, as he started slowly tugging out the next lace. "Then, you have a simple option. Just say 'I don't want you stripping off my top,' and I'll stop."

Wonder Woman's jaw dropped. Her tongue quivered, inside her open mouth, while her blue eyes stared at his teasing finger. But, for the same reason she could not tell him she didn't want to have sex, the Amazon also remained silent at this question too. Jerk Johnson waited patiently, for several long pregnant seconds - his long cock pulsing gleefully between her jiggling buns the whole time. Then, he shook his head.

"Too late, Princess" he informed her, and began yanking out the laces one after another, as fast as any mortal man could.

"Oh... g-Goddess!" Wonder Woman moaned. Her mouth hanging open, she could but watch in apparent horror, as Jerk Johnson's fingers flew down her bustier. Within seconds, the last lace, just above her shadowy belly-button, got torn open. Her gleaming bustier hung open, with a full slit straight down the front - exposing her deep jostling cleavage. Letting out a gloating purr, Jerk lifted his eager dark hands back up to her enormous cups and took a tight grip - as they rode, loose, atop her titanic natural jugs.

Staring downwards, Wonder Woman's lips twisted into a snarl. "Ooh!" she hissed - her buxom hips quivering in outrage, and in the process rubbing her glorious buns up and down against his twitching cock. "Oh, y-you filthy criminal. You wouldn't d-DAAARE!"

The last word rose into a piercing shriek as, a huge grin on his lips, Jerk proved her wrong. Digging his fingers up underneath her cups, up against her shimmying tit-flesh, he suddenly jerked them wide apart. From out between them, Wonder Woman's enormous hooters came spilling out, surging and shimmying like the tides. Exposed at their tips, two enormous tender nipples were already swollen and delicately extended, at the center of two vast and tender pink areolas.

"God-damned!" Jerk said. His eyebrows rose up, over his mirrored glasses, at the sight of her enormous naked jugs. His long dark penis pulsed with glee, in between her other heavenly jiggling cleavage.

"Oh... oh my Goddess!" Wonder Woman gasped, staring down at her own exposed breasts in shock.

As she did so, snickering gleefully, Jerk tugged her crumpled bustier out from around the hollow at the small of her back, and then cast it dismissively aside. It landed in a little heap on the pavement, not far from where her lasso snaked out unseen from her ankle. Then, while Wonder Woman still stared in shock, his hands rose eagerly back up and, spreading out wide, approached the tips of her vast heaving jugs.

"Oh..." Wonder Woman gasped, as she saw his fingers coming for her enormous forbidden wonders. She shook her head. "No..." she said. "You... you are a foul brute. You are not worthy to touch me th-th-OOOH!"

Once more ignoring her objections, Jerk's hands each seized a hold of one of her gigantic shimmying globes. He ran his fingers around them, at first, stroking and sampling their vast wobbling contours. Then, he hefted them - and let out a stunned yelp, despite himself, at how heavy and ponderous Wonder Woman's gigantic all-natural hooters really were. Then, he dug his fingers in deep, and began to knead and squeeze them to his heart's content.

"Oh...ohhhh!" Wonder Woman moaned. The virginal heroine was no more prepared for this, than she had been for anything else the fiendish player had done to her. Her gorgeous head sank back and quivered upon his shoulder as, now clad in very little more than her panties, her hourglass-shaped body squirmed wildly in his arms. His dark fingers squeezed deep into her titanic jiggling tit-flesh and then caressed up the twin gigantic bounding jugs, and began to tease the enormous pink nipples at their tips.

“Nnnng!” Wonder Woman moaned, her voluptuous body squirming back helplessly against him, as he toyed with her tits.

“What’s it going to be, baby?” Jerk asked. He squeezed and toyed with her enormous tender nipples, as if demonstrating that he was perfectly happy to play with her divine body until she gave him an answer. Her sensitive nipples, already quite engorged, swelled out even further beneath his dark stroking fingers, at the tips of her enormous sloshing jugs.

“Oh… oh you evil fiend!” Wonder Woman hissed. Her beautiful head stared down, from beside his smirking face, her lips quivering in outrage as she watched him toying with her tits.

Jerk shook his head. “The longer you stall, the further I go…” he warned her. One hand staying high, to continue groping and squeezing at her breasts, the other detached. Dropping down, it settled onto her broad sleek belly. And then, it sank lower.

“Oh… oh Goddess… oh Goddess!” Wonder Woman moaned, as she felt his fingers sink lower and lower. Finally, his gloating fingers slid down in between her sleek and glorious thighs, and then hooked back up to press right up into her pussy. But this time, judging that her mind and will had been sufficiently softened up to get away with it, he didn’t stay outside like a good boy. Instead, tugging up the crotch of her panties, he promptly slipped a single finger up inside. Rubbing it briefly over her slick outer lips, he quickly thrust his rough dark finger deep up into her quivering folds.

Wonder Woman’s jaw dropped. Whirling her head around, at a range of a few inches, for a moment she could simply gape into Jerk’s smirking face in disbelief. Her luscious lips, hanging open, seemed to quiver in imitation of what her sloppy lower ones were doing around his pumping finger. Then, she seemed to recover from her shock, and her lips twisted into a snarl.

“H-how d-DARE you put your f-finger ins-side m-ME? You c-CRIMINAL!” the mighty Amazon hissed - her righteous tirade broken up slightly as his finger slid upwards in her pussy and gave its first swirling caress directly against her sacred clitoris.

Jerk just grinned right back. “Give me an answer,” he warned her, “or I go even further.” And, to back up his threat, he gave a series of sharp rough thrusts up into her, rubbing his fingertip hard against the front wall of her vagina.

“Unh! Ungh! Ulp!” Wonder Woman whimpered. Her body shivered, uncontrollably, around what he was doing inside her untouched and untested snatch. Her head rolled back and forth, beside his grinning face - and her voluptuous buns pressed with exceptional force and vigor up against his gigantic, delightedly-pulsing penis. But, at last, the forcible spreading of her lower lips seemed to loosen up her upper ones, and despite all her pride and will the Princess of the Amazons had no choice but to answer.

“Oh… oh v-very well!” she gasped. Turning her head, she gazed directly into his mirrored shades - and blushed, as she saw his gloating predatory leer. “B-before I put you in prison, I… I do want to let you fuck me,” she breathlessly confessed. Then, her lips twisted into a grimace. “Is… is that what you wanted to hear, you… you insolent fiend?!”

His lips twisting up into an even bigger grin, Jerk shook his head.

“Nah,” he said. “I’ve known that since the moment I felt how gooey and wet you were down here, Princess.”

“Oh!” she gasped. “Oh, you… you chauvinist brute!” she hissed, her face shivering with fury - even as each thrust of his dark finger inside her seemed to dig up new glops of gooey lubricant, which ran in shimmering tendrils down her thighs.

“Don’t just tell me what I already know, Princess,” Jerk purred. He stroked his fingertip back down the inside of her pussy, and caressed at her royal clit. “What do you want me to do to you?”

Wonder Woman groaned, and shivered. Her breath shuddered in her throat, as he toyed with her - making her enormous breast jiggle spectacularly against his cupping palm. But, with both sets of lips loosened, she could no longer hold back.

“I… I want to feel your big long cock filling me,” she confessed. Her voluptuous buns wiggled back and forth, caressing the enormous throbbing schlong in question. “I… I want to feel what it’s like to… to be taken by a nasty vicious brute, like you,” she whispered. Her eyes gazed up into his leering face, and she quivered, as his finger slid deep up inside her pussy, and then came back out - bearing a thick coating of her shining all-natural lubricant. “I want to feel your force and fury, as you have your evil way with me… you… you vicious fiend!”

“I see,” Jerk purred. He ran his finger round the edges of her pussy, making the mighty Amazon trapped before him in his arms gasp and shiver with need. “So if I let go of you,” he asked, “will you pull down those panties, so I can fuck your brains out before we do battle?”

Wonder Woman whimpered, and squirmed. But then, slowly, she nodded.

“Yes,” she whispered softly.

“Do you promise?” Jerk asked - his finger sliding up to swirl encouragingly against her clitoris.

“Yes, I promise,” she said, softly. Then, having just committed herself, slightly too late, her lips twisted into a snarl. “And then, I will absolutely stomp you into paste, and drag what is left of you to jail, where you belong!”

Jerk shrugged, and gave one last vigorous rub up into her pussy. “Sounds like a deal to me, baby,” he said.

Then, reluctantly, he backed up. His hands gave her big breasts one last squeeze and then withdrew. His cock gave one last delighted twitch between her buns, then lifted out. He didn't want to break contact - but he wanted far more strongly to have a good view of what was about to happen. Even though his cameras would get everything, he wanted to see this one live. Stepping around, he positioned himself once more directly in front of her, waiting.

Wonder Woman gasped as for the first time in what seemed an eternity, she stood without any part of the evil villain’s body pressed against her. Her long legs wobbled back and forth, as if she had a hard time standing without the support provided of his long erect cock pulsing up against her.

"What are you waiting for, baby?" Jerk asked, impatiently.

"Oh!” Wonder Woman gasped. “N-nothing!" she said.

Her hands dropped down to her waist. Slipping down, they hooked through the skimpy hip strap of her panties. Then, bending low, she began to hoist them up and over her epic derriere.

As he saw her bend over before him, Jerk threw his head back and crowed with laughter. "That's it,” he sneered. “Strip for that big dick you want so bad, you fucking slut!" he said, waving his cock back and forth.

“Oh… oh Goddess!” Wonder Woman gasped. She had just gotten her panties to the base of her ass. Her hands freezing there and quivering in her half-lowered panties, she tilted her head back - and gaped. His immense criminal penis hovered directly in front of her, swaying back and forth tauntingly. Her pretty face framed by the spill of her long raven hair, the Amazon stared at his long veiny penis in shock. Then, with a groan, she bowed her head back down, as if showing it homage, and kept stripping.

As she pulled down her world-famous panties, Wonder Woman remained blissfully oblivious of the vast audience of low-life scum watching from behind her. They held their breath and watched in awe, as the mighty superheroine’s star-spangled panties inched their way down her sleek thighs, exposing to them her pussy. After some difficulty getting them past her boots, the mighty Amazon finally tugged her panties all the way down her calves and, with trembling hands, brought them all the way to her ankles.

And there, her hands and gaze both finally encountered her own golden lasso, tied daintily around her ankle.

"Oh… s-sufffering SAPHO!" Wonder Woman moaned. Her blue eyes blinked wide in shock, staring down past her booted calves, past her hands, past her own skimpy self-lowered panties… to the magically shining cord wrapped tight around her ankle and then stretching off to one side. At long last, realization of what had been done to her slowly spread across her gaping, tiara-crowned face.

"Oh… oh you despicable underhanded asshole!" the Amazon Princess moaned, still staring at her own tell-tale lasso in shock.

Jerk, standing up over her, didn't seem upset that his subterfuge had at last been exposed.

"What’s the matter, Wonder Bitch?" he chuckled. "Does the truth really hurt that bad?"

“T-truth?!" Wonder Woman gasped, still staring in shock past the skimpy hem of her panties, draped across her ankle, at her own lasso.

"Yeah," Jerk said, grinning. "The truth that Wonder Woman is, and always has been, a raging cock-hungry slut!"

Diana’s eyes blinked wide beneath the spill of her flowing dark hair, stunned. Then her face twisted with rage. "Oh, you… you filthy asshole!" she hissed.

Reaching down, she tore off her lasso. Then, eager to confront him and overwhelmed with fury, she surged back up to her feet. Her gorgeous face rose back up, framed by her tousled dark hair and her golden tiara. Her eyes burning as if with blue flame, she fixed him with the gaze of a vengeful and wrath-filled goddess. The effect was only slightly spoiled by the way her swift ascent left her immense bare boobies swaying and bouncing ponderously off one another… and the skimpy blue panties that remained wrapped around her ankles.

"Al… alright," the enraged Amazon hissed. "I don't know how you tricked me like that. But this filthy negotiation is over!"

"Tricked you?" Jerk sneered. "All I did was make you finally admit to yourself what you really are, Wonder Slut."

Wonder Woman’s face contorted as if being subjected to a hurricane. But though her lips opened up repeatedly to try to retort, the naked superheroine could come up with nothing.

"What's the matter, Wonder Babe?" Jerk asked. "Too distracted thinking about my cock to answer? If you want, feel free to just drop to your knees and start sucking. I won't mind."

Wonder Woman took a deep breath, and then her eyes narrowed.

"No, I'm just done talking to you." She threw her hand up and formed it into an almighty fist. "This is the only reply you deserve, you evil prick!" she snarled.

And with that, she lunged forward. The mighty Amazon had not forgotten her panties, wrapped around her ankles. But bending down to pull them back up would cost her long precious seconds in which she had already declared their fight resumed. Plus it would bring her face down uncomfortably close to his penis, and after his crack about falling to her knees and sucking it, her already wounded pride would not even let her contemplate appearing to comply.

But the mighty Amazon was not concerned. Her plan, ultimately, had worked. He was quite close. And there would be plenty of time to put her costume back in place and preen, once he and his maddeningly large penis had joined the infinite series of arrogant men to be laid out helpless and unconscious between her boots. A smirk upon her lips, the naked Amazon hurtled towards the lesser supervillain. He grew closer and closer, seemingly unable to defend himself in time. Her invincible fist extended out ahead of her, backed up by a gleaming silver bracelet, ready to smash like a comet into his face and repay a thousand fold everything his loathsome lips and long penis had inflicted on her.

And then, at the last moment, he seemed to vanish, and her unstoppable punch whiffed harmlessly through open air.

"Whuh?" Wonder Woman yelped, as the momentum of her mighty haymaker whizzing uselessly almost tipped her off balance. She lurched to one side, huge boobies jostling and wobbling with the force of her righteous vengeance. In her imbalance she briefly lost track of where she had been punching. But when she recovered and looked back up Jerk was just standing right there, as if her immortal punch had passed right through him.

"What's the matter, Wonder Babe?" he asked her. "Can't bear to hurt me, on account of how bad you want to get fucked?"

"Oooh!" Wonder Woman hissed, shivering with fury. Getting fully upright again, she shook her head and glared at him. "I will destroy you!" she promised.

Stepping forward, she swung again and again and again. Jerk dodged every last one, the maddening smile never leaving his lips. She stepped after him, as far as she could with her ankles still bound by her panties. For the first time the Amazon regretted wearing nigh unbreakable Themysciran silk, which after all had to resist whatever the flesh beneath them could lest she end every battle naked.

"S-stand and fight like a man, you coward!" she demanded as, taking another awkward half-step forward and threw her tenth superhuman yet completely ineffective punch.

Jerk shrugged. "If you want, baby," he said. “I’ll fight you like a man should fight a woman.”

Suddenly, he was up in her face so fast she could even comprehend it. Wonder Woman gasped in shock as he swept in through her defenses - and moments later, she let out a stunned shriek as his palm contacted her cheek. Jerk’s slap was just hard enough to spin her pretty face part-way to one side. Then, he withdrew.

Wonder Woman breathed hard. Her pale high cheeks grew pink, for reasons that were only partially related to the stinging impression his palm had left on her face. Standing naked in her lowered panties, the pimp-slapped superheroine stared at him, her blue eyes blinking wide like she had been transported to another dimension and was still trying to comprehend her new place in the world.

“Wh-whah?” she gasped, shocked.

Jerk grinned. “That enough for you, babe?” he asked. “Or do you need another?”

His hand suddenly darted out and swatted her other cheek. Wonder Woman yelped in shock, like a piece of cattle might when subjected to a very slight taste of the whip. Then, her face twisted into a snarl - still with the faint pink impression of his hand etched across each cheek.

“Do… do you think that will tame an Amazon?” she growled, voice and body trembling with rage. She surged forward - as much as the thin star-spangled fetter around her ankles would allow - and hurled punch after punch at him. “Fight me as I deserve!” she demanded.

“I did,” Jerk purred, still dodging her effortlessly, looking about as concerned as a man evading a small angry pet. “But if you insist, baby,” he said.

“Gluuh!” Wonder Woman suddenly groaned - as, in the midst of her latest attack, his fist suddenly appeared in her gut. Her eyes rolled up and spittle flew from her lips, as his attack drove up into her belly. Her powerful body folded up around it, making her big bubble-butt lift up and jiggle in the air behind her, while her invincible fist, extending uselessly past him, trembled in the air beyond him.

But this time, Jerk didn’t retreat. As he withdrew his fist, the stunned Amazon dropped like a sack of bricks. Staying right next to her, Jerk dropped with her, extending his leg up to take the place of his fist.

“Ungh!” Wonder Woman groaned, as she landed hard upon her belly, atop his thigh. She writhed about in agony - scarcely realizing her position. Her large breasts hung down on one side of his leg, her long legs the other. Her voluptuous bottom wiggled right in front of him - sending a silent invitation that the smirking villain was obviously not about to refuse.

“You think I should do to you as you deserve, Wonder Babe?” he asked her, smirking. To one side, lying strewn across the ground, lay her glowing golden lasso. Reaching down, Jerk picked it up. “What could be more deserving than this?” he asked. Swinging it up, he thwacked it hard across her big round bottom.

“Unngh!” Wonder Woman yelped. Her gorgeous, tiara-crowned head reared back, her blue eyes wide with shock. But Jerk was hardly done with her. His hand and her lasso moved like a blur, delivering one sharp stroke after another against her wiggling derriere. “Aaggh!” Wonder Woman squealed, her eyes rolling upwards in her skull, as a storm of golden blows landed against her ass. In seconds, a criss-cross of faint pink welts stretched back and forth like the strands of woven cloth across her gigantic bubble-butt.

Then, as suddenly as he had seized it up, Jerk cast her lasso aside. His hand rose up and caressed her wiggling, tormented derriere - giving the pink-marked buns a lingering, gloating squeeze.

“Was that not appropriate enough for you, Princess?” he asked her. He gave her big bottom one last jiggling squeeze, reveling in her taut roundness. Then, he released it, and swung his open palm back. “Or do you need another one?”

“AIIIIIEEE!” Wonder Woman squealed, her voice rising to an ear-piercing shriek, as his hand thundered back down to slam down onto her naked bare bottom. Her entire buxom body shook upon his lap with the force of impact, her immense tits wobbling and bouncing against his far thigh. But before the wiggling of her body had even settled down, his dark palm was already swinging back for another stroke. “Agh!” Wonder Woman moaned, as another sharp spanking rained down onto her other generous cheek. “NNGH!” she whimpered, as another landed - and then another and another. Each time, Jerk’s gloating criminal palm coiled in tight and gave a mocking squeeze to whichever richly rounded Amazonian bun it had just gotten done chastising - before swinging back and preparing to deliver another punishment to it.

Meanwhile, with his other hand, Jerk reached up, and seized the shivering Amazon by her lustrous dark hair. She gave out a stunned yelp as her head was suddenly jerked sharply back, by her own hair. But she was in no position to resist. Held pinned upon his lap, she could only squeal, and wiggle, and moan as she got thoroughly chastised by his stinging criminal palm.

"Oh... oh... oh!" she finally managed to shriek. "H-how c-can you do this t-to m-m-MEEE?"

Jerk chuckled. "Easy, Wonder Bitch," he said. He slammed his hand down on her glorious ass one more time, hard enough to make her whole buxom body jiggle, and then held it - taking a tight grip upon her rounded backside. "You've finally met your match, baby," he purred into her ear. "In every sense of the word..." Wonder Woman whimpered, as he gave her generous ass a squeeze. "The only thing left for you to do, babe," he purred, as his fingers sank lower on her ass, "is give in, and admit it..."

Then, before she could even begin to gather her strength, Jerk suddenly released her and stood up. The stunned Amazon let out a yelp of shock as she went hurtling off his legs. She rolled over and over in the dirt and ended up flat on her back.

Jerk stood right over, looking down at her. Looking up from her back, Wonder Woman gasped, a sudden corkscrew of fear running up under her belly. She lifted her legs, to try to attack - and then saw that her little panties were still dangling, delicately, from her ankles, binding them together. Her legs fell back to the ground, still bound. Panting hard, she lay before him, naked, helpless.

Looking down at her, Jerk Johnson smirked.

“Go ahead,” he said, pointing at her panties. “Take them off. I won’t interfere.”

Wonder Woman took a deep breath. Then, with a moan, she took him up on his offer.

It took her a few tries. Her long legs, shivering with her nerves, repeatedly tried to slip one boot out of her panties, only to have them bunch up around her heel and pull tight. The proud Amazon let out a horrified moan, a deep blush on her cheeks, as she repeatedly tried to strip off her own famous star-spangled bottoms and failed. Finally, with some concentration, she managed to extract her right boot out her bottoms. She took a deep breath, as she watched the tiny bundle of blue silks swaying down from her sole remaining ankle. Then, extending out her leg, she flexed it downwards and, almost as if in offering to him, let her own panties slide down daintily off her foot to land in a little heap before Jerk’s feet.

Panting hard, Wonder Woman jerked up and then slowly climbed back to her feet. But once she was upright again she made no move to attack him. Instead, breathing fast and shallow, she backed up skittishly from him, just a couple paces. It soon became apparent that the Amazon had figured out she was in fact no match for him. She had just stripped herself naked, freeing her legs in the process, not so that she could fight Jerk Johnson better… but so that she could run away from him. Her eyes darted nervously to either side, as she took another jiggling step backwards - still unaware of the vast audience waiting some distance behind her.

But the decision to exercise the better part of valor was not an easy one. As she took another slow step back, her buxom bare hips rolling, the Amazon took a quick look downwards - and moaned. If she fled, the blushing buxom beauty knew, she would be leaving behind her bustier, her belt, her lasso, and now even her panties scattered across the field of battle. She would return to the Hall of Justice naked - with no way to even pretend she had not been completely and ignominiously shredded by her foe.

And yet, though a complete destruction of her public image, her tormented soul still seemed to find that preferable to remaining next to Jerk Johnson - and in so doing, leaving her buxom naked body at the mercy of whatever the foul villain wished to do to it.

At last, having worked herself up to it, Wonder Woman whirled, and prepared to run. But the moment she did so, her jaw dropped, and she suddenly found herself rooted to the spot.

“Oh… oh my Goddess!” she gasped.

For at last, her eyes widening in shock, she had finally seen the large crowds that had grown to witness her shameful seduction. They had continued to get even larger. Standing transfixed, in her boots and tiara and very little else, the stunned Amazon seemed to find herself facing an entire wall of leering onlookers. Lining the limits of the broad square in which her duel with Jerk was playing out, there had gathered a great multitude of gleeful onlookers. All of the criminal low-life types who had hustled hastily out of her path during her initial strutting entrance to Jerk's domain, plus dozens more just like them, now clustered all around her. They lined the streets, and more hung from the windows of the run-down buildings, all of them watching her eagerly. Pimps and their whores; low-life thugs; and just the general scuzzy denizens of Jerk's outlaw paradise, all of them pointing at her and leering.

To this point, the supervillain's two thugs, gesturing silently and waving their pistols for emphasis, had managed to keep them all silent - so as not to disturb the delightful show unfolding before their eyes. But now that the game was up, now that she had seen them, that spell dropped - and as one they let out a thunderous roar of raucous, gleeful and mocking laughter.

"Oh! G-Goddess!" Wonder Woman moaned. Her head spun first one way and then the other, her eyes going wider and her sculpted jaw dropping further with each new direction she looked - and each new wall of leering, gleefully cackling bystanders she saw. Her mighty body squirmed, her voluptuous bottom in particular wiggling as bout after bout of laughter seemed to swat against it, with almost as much psychological force as his palm had. She turned and faced them and trembled - then she gasped, as Jerk suddenly appeared before her.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked her.

Wonder Woman swallowed. Then she turned away from him. Her eyes scanned the crowd desperately, looking for an opening. Then they widened, as he again appeared right in front of her.

"You can't escape," he told her.

Panting desperately, Wonder Woman stared at him in shock. Her hands briefly twitched, down by her buxom hips, and formed into fists. But the notion she could even attempt to compete with him had been whipped and spanked right out of her. Her fingers opened up again, uselessly. With a groan, she turned one last time. She took a hard breath, staring into the crowds - and then yelped as, a moment later, Jerk appeared - once more right in front of her.

“So, what’s it going to be?” he asked her, impatiently. “Are you going to wise up and accept your place, or do I need to get rough?”

Wonder Woman took a deep breath. A deep blush spread across her cheeks. But then, she could no longer help herself. Her naked body trembling in passion, she lifted her hands. Slowly, she raised them up above her head. At the same time, she spread her thighs wide apart.

But she was still Wonder Woman. Even standing with her legs spread wide open and her hands behind her head, she still lifted her chin high, and affixed her opponent with a regal glare.

“Okay, you… you fiend,” she growled at him. “I… I see now that I cannot win, nor can I escape. So let us make a deal…”

Jerk Johnson raised an eyebrow, and grinned. “What kind of deal, baby?” he asked.

“I will let you take my virginity, if you will let me go,” Wonder Woman specified. She nodded down towards the spectacular shapely curves presented for him below her chin, as if clarifying for him exactly what he was being offered.

The Speed Player smirked. "Offering what you wanted to get from me anyways is an unusual negotiation tactic, sweetheart," he purred.

Wonder Woman's jaw dropped, and she gasped in shock. But then, her lips trembling, she tightened up her face... and lifted her sculpted chin high.

"I... I still don't know how you managed to trick my own lasso," she declared, haughtily. "But... that is utterly ridiculous. The... the very idea that a Princess such as myself would... would actually want to be taken by a foul evil criminal like you, no matter how manly, is... absurd!"

Jerk shrugged. "Whatever you say, baby," he said. Then, with that vanished. Wonder Woman gasped, as he reappeared moments later - holding forth her own golden lasso, with the open loop dangling back and forth in front of her.

"You know what you have to do," he told her.

Wonder Woman's face trembled, but then she nodded.

"If... if you insist... you filthy fiend!" she hissed.

Removing her hands from her head, she held them out, and crossed her wrists in front of her. She took a deep breath, and blinked. Then she gasped, her jaw dropping - as in that eyeblink her own lasso had appeared wrapped tight around her bracelets. Jerk stood at the other end, holding it. Wonder Woman shivered, in a way that had nothing to do with her own nakedness, as she felt the truth-enforcing field once more work its will upon her. She took a deep breath, and then did as she must.

"I promise," Wonder Woman said, "that I will let you have your evil way with me. You may unleash yourself as it pleases you on, with, and in my body... so long as it is not harmed and, once you are done, you vow to release me to do as I please."

Jerk nodded. He wrapped her lasso briefly around his wrist. "Deal, baby," he said. Then, he let her go. He plucked the lasso off her wrists, and cast it down to the ground.

Standing before him, Wonder Woman fidgeted nervously. Though it was not entirely necessary, she raised her hands again. Then, she lifted her head high, and gave him an indignant glare.

"Well?" she asked. She wiggled her naked body back and forth, as if inviting his wicked gaze - a completely superfluous but, to her foe, quite welcome gesture. "Where shall we do it? If... if you must subject me to your wicked lusts, let us get started." Her fingers twitched, and she tried not to sound too impatient.

He gestured towards the destroyed police car, in which the two captured police-women had been riding before they had been tamed. "On the hood of that should do quite nicely," he said.

Turning her head, Wonder Woman followed his gaze, and then her jaw dropped.

"W-with everyone watching?!" she gasped.

He smirked. "You neglected to specify the venue, sweetheart," he pointed out.

Wonder Woman took a deep breath, and her lip quivered. But then, caught, she slowly nodded.

"If... if that's what you want, you filthy pervert," she said. "Then... then so be it."

Wonder Woman slowly turned until her ass was facing back to him. Holding her head and her hands high, she walked over to the hood of the two police ladies’ demolished patrol car. So wrapped up was she in her own dazed head, she didn’t even seem to notice the two police ladies themselves, on their knees nearby. But the two thugs, naturally enough, had not wasted any time in celebrating the downfall of the woman who had beaten them up. Whimpering softly and blinking up at her in disbelief out of the corners of their eyes, the two girls’ little police-cap-clad heads bobbed and slurped and choked as they once more sucked vigorously upon the sneering thugs’ dicks.

Oblivious to this, slowly Wonder Woman turned and sat her big svelte bottom down upon the hood of their car. She gasped softly as the hot surface made her wiggle. Following her, Jerk came to stand over her. Coming forward, he took her buxom hips in his hands. He caressed them delicately, rubbing his thumbs over her belly, feeling her spectacularly silky and fertile roundness beneath him. Wonder Woman wiggled helplessly under his touch, eyes looking up at him and biting her luscious lower lip. Then, slowly, he swung his hips forward… and pressed the tremendous tip of his penis to her drooling gates.

Wonder Woman’s eyes flashed wide. Her breath quickened. Eyes locked to him, she reached up and took a firmer grip on the top of the windshield, behind her head. Then, slowly, she spread her thighs, until her gleaming booted feet were quivering to either side of the headlamps. Her own massive shapely headlamps jostled delicately back and forth before him, her pink nipples extended and aroused. Then, fully braced, her lip quivered as she waited for it.

He made her wait a little longer. Slowly, using nothing but his hips, he traced the bulbous head of his rock-hard penis up and down the drooling gates of her cunt. Her nether lips quivered in awe, and oozed forth yet more welcoming moisture to coat him. Then, after a few slow teasing strokes, he brought his tip back down to the very base of her cunt and, with a sharp tiny little shove, pushed inside.

"Oh... g-goddess..." Wonder Woman whispered, as she felt herself start to part around him. It was just his tip, but it still made her breathe harder. Reaching up higher, she braced herself more fully before him and waited for more. But then, as she waited for more of him to enter her, a strange sly smile spread across her lips. She let out a little giggle.

Looking down into her face, Jerk tilted his head. "Something funny, baby?" he asked.

Shivering upon him, Wonder Woman nodded - and her smirk broadened.

"You weren't the only one who neglected to specify all of their terms," she informed him.

Reaching up, she coiled her hands around him, holding him close -as if making sure he could no longer escape her.

"I promised to let you have your way with me... and so I cannot harm you until you do," she confessed up to him. "But once you've ejaculated inside me, I am, by our terms, free to do as I please."

Her smirk broadened, as if letting his fate sink in.

"You'll be spent... and I'll have you right where I want you." She tightened her grip upon him, as if demonstrating to Jerk Johnson that he wasn't going to be able to back out now, either. "So go ahead and make your sport within me," she said, nodding down to the enormous penis poised outside her entrance. "But know well, the pleasure you get from ravishing me? It will be the last you ever inflict on a woman, ever again!"

Jerk looked at her, and then shrugged. “We’ll see, babe,” he said.

And with that, he stopped teasing her with his tip, and slowly pushed inside her. He had to go slow, groaning with effort and pleasure, due to the incredible tightness of her untouched superhuman pussy. First his massive flaring tip slowly spread her pussy lips wide, before finally slurping down inside them. Wonder Woman moaned in awe, her jaw dropping and quivering in disbelief. Then, he pushed another few inches inside her, his massive shaft still swelling wider with each one.

“Oh… goddess…” Wonder Woman gasped. All trace of the smug smile vanished from her lips, and her eyes widened in awe, at what she was feeling. Her long legs trembled, to either side of him. He pushed a few more inches in, now half of his tremendous length buried in her tight worshipful snatch. She squirmed and gasped, eyes wide with wonder. He pushed several more inches in, now only a few away from being balls-deep inside her. Wonder Woman whimpered, her body trembling and clawing desperately as it was filled deep, yet her eyes still spread with sexual wonder. Finally, with one last heavenly shove, he pushed in all the way to the hilt, his huge balls caressing against her ass.

“Oh… oh Goddesss!” Wonder Woman moaned, as, impaled, joined with him, she found herself filled to the hilt with his cock. Her breath came in fast little pants, punctuated by occasional deep whimpers. Her buxom hips wiggled and squirmed with him inside them. “Oh… oh my goddess…” she said softly, her gorgeous head gaping up at him in awe. “It… it’s so big…” She wiggled, whimpering, her lip quivering. “How… how can it be so BIGGG?!” she moaned, her eyes rolling up.

He smirked down into her gasping, tiara-crowned face. “We’re just getting started baby,” he purred. “Now hold on.” Then, still moving very gently and very smoothly, he started pumping.

Wonder Woman’s jaw dropped. Head tilting back, eyes wide, she gasped in awe into the sky. ‘Squelch, squelch, squelch!’ her intensely moist pussy said, each time his enormous shaft slid deep inside her. Despite his very slow, almost tender strokes, in no time her body began to tremble helplessly. “Oh… goddessss…” she whispered, her eyes rolling up.

Slowly, his force and tempo started to increase. “Nhh!” Wonder Woman whimpered, as his huge cock slammed home deep inside her. “Nh! Uh! Oh!” Her head thrashed back and forth, her eyes clearly astonished as each and every thrust introduced her to unimagined worlds of delightful and submissive conquest.

Behind Wonder Woman, the thugs and cops watched in awe. They had a perfect view of the villain’s tremendous cock pumping triumphantly in and out of Diana’s visibly straining and over-stretched cunt. Watching out of the corners of their eyes, the cop ladies blinked in wide-eyed disbelief. The thugs smirked. Then, tightening their grips on the two beauties’ heads beneath their caps, they began to fuck their faces harder. The two orally-impaled policewomen whimpered… and, spreading their lips wider, dutifully took the slamming.

Oblivious, Wonder Woman moaned and shook as his huge dick steadily fucked her. Finally, she could no longer resist. “Harder…” she moaned, softly. “P-please… fuck me… fuck me harder!”

He smirked. “You sure about that, baby?” he said.

She squirmed violently back and forth, moaning, as he fucked her slick and smooth. “Yes! I b-beg you… fuck me… like you want to BREAK me! Like… like the evil THUG you are!”

“My command, bitch,” Jerk purred, “is your wish!” And, cackling, he took off the taps. His mammoth penis suddenly began to slam into her with a fury, a brutality, a force, to match its already barbarically mind-blowing girth.

“Unh! OH! God-d-dessss!!!” Wonder Woman squealed, her whole body bouncing furiously under his fucking. Her head thrashed, violently. Her legs lifted, shook. Finally, seconds in, she could no longer resist. Toes pointing to the sky in her gleaming boots, hands clutching to his body, she pulled him tight against her busty bouncy body and, screaming, came.

“GODDDESSSS!!!” she screamed, loudly, as, between her once-powerful and now helplessly-wiggling thighs, an explosion of moisture burst from her ravaged cunt like victory fireworks for her foe.

“Ha ha ha!” Jerk cackled, evilly delighted as his warm pussy-swaddled shaft made the proud heroine climax.

“What a slut!” the two thugs laughed. Pretty heads slurping vigorously up and down their considerable shafts, the two lady cops didn’t say much of anything… but did blush slightly, and moan.

Meanwhile, Wonder Woman could only thrash, and squeal, and moan. The mighty Amazon had fought gods, cosmic beings, and mighty monsters. But from the look upon her stunned, quivering, climaxing face, the Amazon was finding the huge penis pounding mercilessly in and out of her orgasming cunt a more devastating foe than all of them combined.

Tiring of just drilling Wonder Woman from on top, Jerk briefly yanked out of her and forced the gasping, swaying heroine up off the car, bending her over before slamming in again from behind. Her buxom body wiggled and squirmed atop her mile-long legs as it got slammed. His hands reached down and eagerly cupped and stroked her enormous hanging breasts, toying and teasing them as he fucked her. Meanwhile, stunned by the all-new motions and sensations she was feeling, Wonder Woman’s head rolled and gasped helplessly. Before her, she could see the two police women being forced, yet again, to suck… just as they had when she had first intervened. Yet, as he pumped her fast and deep, her gorgeous head could only rock back and forth upon her shoulders and whimper in awe, her eyes rolling.

“Oh… oh Goddess…” she moaned as, fucked deep and hard from behind, for a second time she came. Her buxom body squirmed and trembled helplessly and delightfully under his roving hands and pumping cock, as it was stroked and fucked. “I… I love it… Oh, Goddess, I love it!!!” she squealed.

“Of course you do, bitch!” he laughed, spanking her on the ass. Then, once more, he pulled out. Moaning, Wonder Woman found herself helpless and buffeted amidst a spiraling whirlwind as her briefly empty aching body was once more repositioned. Then seconds later she found herself on top of him, with his body reclining back luxuriantly upon the car. She didn’t stop to consider even for a moment. Wrapping her hands around his shoulders, she gasped in awe down into his face… and, without any prompting, slid her pussy back onto his penis and began to vigorously slam her buxom hips up and down his tremendous erect schlong.

“Aww… yes…” Jerk sighed, as Wonder Woman fucked herself on his cock. Her huge boobies bounced ecstatically in his face. Grinning, he reached up his head and began to suckle at them, enfolding her delicate tips in his smirking lips and teasing them with his long slurping tongue. Wonder Woman gasped, and, lips quivering with pleasure, leaned in a little closer to help him. As her overstretched cunt pounded itself into oblivion upon his veiny member, a little of her delicious milk leaked from the tips of each massive Amazonian mammary. Smirking with delight, Jerk happily lapped each tasty little trickle up, enjoying the taste of her in front every bit as much as he enjoyed the continuous ravaging of her hot wet scabbard up and down his long hard veiny sword.

He let her keep going for several minutes. Moaning in awe, eyes rolling in her pretty crowned head, the Princess of the Amazons subjected herself to a relentless wreck and ruin inside her tender pussy – all delivered deep courtesy of her mortal enemy’s delightedly twitching penis. But finally, he tired of her inexpert yet effective self-inflicted pounding. Suddenly seizing her silky and curvaceous body once more, in a whirlwind he was once more on top. She gasped… and, taking hold of him, pulled his body tight. His much more skillful thrusts struck deep inside her, making her moan and squirm. Even as she blinked up into his mirrored shades, another devastating climax rippled through her penetrated body – she had long since lost track of how many she had had.

“F-faster…” she gasped, softly, after it had passed… even though her body continued to quiver delicately up against his. The distinction between climax and just getting devastatingly fucked was largely becoming an academic one, within her swirling penis-smashed royal brain. “Fuck… fuck me faster… please!”

“You sure, baby?” he purred.

“Yes!” she gasped. Moaning, she pulled him tighter still. Her luscious legs wrapped around his back as she clawed, mighty muscles weak and trembling with exhaustion, at his shoulders. “I… I BEG you! Nggh!!! F-f-FASTER! Deeper! Show… show me no MERCY!!!”

“If you say so, baby,” he purred.

With one last smooth stroke, he slid the bloated front of his penis out all along her quivering channel until only his mammoth tip remained inside her. For just a second, he paused, gasping with pleasure as he savored the feel of her cooling juices coating every inch of his tremendous length, while her wet sloppy quivering gates continued to worshipfully squeeze and massage his flared spearhead, as if begging him to renew his invasion deep inside. Finally, he obliged her, and cut loose… unleashing every last ounce of his speed powers as he fucked her.

His mammoth member instantly vanished into a blur, as it flew at warp speed in and out of the Amazon’s cunt. His penis pounded her pussy like a machine-gun demolishing a target. Her juices flew in arcs from his blurring schlong as if splattered from puddle by a formula one car’s tire. Wonder Woman’s jaw dropped as her whole body quivered.

In the space of a few seconds his hurtling schlong delivered enough rampaging stimulation to the helpless depths of her pussy to force a hundred climaxes from her. Moments later, all of them seemed to catch up with her brain at once. All of a sudden, the Amazon’s eyes went wide as planets. She stared into the sky as if trying to see to Jupiter. Her jaw fell open as if trying to ingest a steel girder, and her eyes rolled back. “OH… GODDESSSSSS!” she shrieked as her entire body erupted into squirms, and thrashes, and devastating quivering pleasure.

“Ha ha ha ha ha! Take it, bitch!” Jerk laughed. Suddenly, without warning, he traded speed for force. As Diana continued to mentally and emotionally disintegrate, like a sexual bomb, under the most explosive sequence of deep devastating orgasms any heroine had ever been subjected to, he slammed his twitching triumphant schlong in deep again and again, like rubbing in his victory with a series of devastating coup de graces. Finally, on the tenth, with an exultant gasp of pleasure, head back and trembling with ecstasy, he slammed in to the hilt, crushed his penis into her deepest depths, and let out a massive blast of seed.

“Oh GOD-D-DESSSSS!!!” Wonder Woman screamed. Her eyes, already wide as they could go, leaked tears of defeat as she felt her foe’s explosive seed erupting inside her. But she could not help herself. Even as her body wracked with climax rolling upon climax, at the feeling of her enemy’s potent semen pouring up unopposed into her fertile helpless womb her long luscious legs unspooled, lifted high into the air to either side of him, and shook. And, screaming so loud she deafened herself, Wonder Woman succumbed to the most powerful, degrading, and utterly conquered climax yet.

“Oh, YES!!!” she squealed. “OH, YES! YESSS!!! You’re my Master! My RULER! MY GODDDD!!!!”

For a period her entire world vanished, replaced with nothing but pumping cock, triumphantly spewing cum, and the sound of her own squealing. Then, with a groan, she collapsed back flat onto her back upon the police car and lay still.

Sighing with pleasure, Jerk directed one last lazy spurt of cum up into Wonder Woman’s cunt and then slowly pulled out. Clumsily he pushed up off her and stumbled back. Behind him he could just barely hear the gasps of pleasure, soft moans, and wet slurping sounds of his two thugs cumming down the two cop girls’ obediently swallowing throats. But he didn’t turn around or look behind him, keeping his gaze upon the devastated super-heroine before him.

Lying sprawled and naked upon the car, Wonder Woman breathed hard but otherwise gave no sign of life. Her body was caked in sweat. Slowly, her slick buxom curves slid down the hood of the car, like a bug sliding down a windshield after getting squished flat. Finally her ample buns slipped off, and slumped down onto the pavement below. Her long legs arched out to either side, spread wide, twitching. Between them her ravaged pussy gaped wide. An oozing river of cum spouted in dribbles and globs from her ravaged cunt, flowing down her gaping tender lips and rolling down her sweaty bubble-shaped ass to form a spreading pool between her thighs. Other than the slow rise and fall of her huge breasts with her breathing, the twitching of her uselessly spread thighs, and the dribbling of cum from her cunt, Wonder Woman said not a word. Her gorgeous head lay back upon the hood of the car, staring wide-eyed. Slowly she slid down it until her big buttocks settled onto the pavement. She sat propped against the ruined grill, her bare thighs spread wide. Her eyes blinked slow and distant, her brain by all appearances utterly broken.

Standing over her, Jerk looked down and chuckled.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" he asked her.

His voice seemed to drag her up out of her stupor. She lifted her head… and gasped. Her eyes widened to see his long penis hanging down in front of her. It had a bit of cum still dangling from its tip. Her eyes locked onto it and followed it helplessly, as it swayed back and forth.

"Wh-what?" she asked, bewildered.

"After I got done fucking you, weren't you going to take me to jail?" he asked her.

"Ohhh…" Wonder Woman sighed. Her eyes tracked his big penis as it made another sway. From out of her ravaged pussy a thick streamer of his semen leaked out and began to pool on the pavement.

"I… I did say that…" she admitted, softly. "But now I have a better idea." Craning her head forward, she extended her tongue and caressed it down the side of his penis. Then she licked her lips and sighed. "Why… why don't you do it to me, instead?" Eyes blinking up in awe towards his filthy criminal face, she extended her tongue and resumed running it in light, adoring caresses up and down his long penis.

"What do you mean by that, babe?" he asked.

"I mean, let me serve you…" she whispered. Bowing her head, she pressed a kiss to the very tip of his penis, her lips quivering with passion as they pressed tight around his glans. Then she sat back and stared at his dark and now lip-print decorated cock-head in awe. "Let me be yours, and I promise I will obey without question," she added - worried her willfulness might deny her getting railed again like she just had, over and over whenever he wished, like she craved.

Then, desperate to convince him, she went one step further. Opening her lips wide she wrapped them around his cock-head. She slurped him down. Then, eyes lifting up to gaze in wonder towards his face, she began reverently sucking his cock. Her lips quivered desperately, struggling with his giant veiny girth. Her throat choked and gurgled, unable to handle his long shaft. Still she bobbed her beautiful head again and again, her tiara flashing before his foul criminal belly, filled with the desperate hope that the next succulent slurp upon his penis would finally win for her a lifetime of abject submission to his every brutish whim.

“Hmmm…” Jerk said. Sensing he was not quite convinced, Wonder Woman pressed her head harder and harder up along his shaft - sacrificing an ever greater portion of her brain-cavity to his immense cock, in the process of trying to persuade him to let her serve it. At last, he relented. “Oh, alright,” he said.

With a sigh, Wonder Woman hummed with pleasure - the vibrations passing from her slurping throat directly into his dick. Eyes blinking up at him, she gave him one last reverent stroke of her tongue, by way of thanks. Then, she sat back. She turned her head, and let out a tiny moan.

She was no longer the least bit surprised to see her own golden lasso tied discretely around her ankle. She had felt the slight tingle of it folding her in its grip, in between two laps of her tongue while her eyes were closed - and had applied the next delicate stroke of her tongue without pause. The golden lasso ensured that she would never be able to walk back her final pledge. Her reaction to knowing this was to lean back in, wrap her lips around his shaft, and give it a fervent and adoring kiss, before letting her head fall back and panting for breath.

Looking down at her, Jerk chuckled. "Okay then, bitch, that's enough being lazy," he said. "If you are my slut, you’ve got to work for your cock. So, get that ass up."

Slowly, Wonder Woman complied. With great difficulty she peeled herself up off the grill of the car and, standing up, tried to present herself before him. Her legs were still shaky after their brutal fuck, but though she wobbled and shook, she stood at attention before him as best she could.

"That's great, babe," he said. "Now, hold on one second."

He signaled to one of his thugs, who had already gotten done unloading his own balls, down the throat of one of the captured policewoman. She was on her knees in the background, once more gagged with her own underwear - a deep blush on her cheeks, below her cap, at her would-be savior's fate. Snickering, the thug reached down, and grabbed up a square block that had been lying to one side of the police car, and scooted it over.

"Get up on there," Jerk said. Reaching down, he seized her by her arm and yanked her.

Wonder Woman gasped, in shock, her gorgeous face twisting in confusion. But, she had given her word and had no choice. Automatically, even as it still shivered clumsily, her buxom body stumbled forward. Awkwardly, she put one gleaming red boot up on top of the block, and then the other - rising up so that she towered above the crowd.

"What... what is happening?" she asked.

"What does it look like?" Jerk asked. "We're selling you!" And, with a nonverbal signal, he started the bidding.

Squirming from atop what she had just realized was her auction block, Wonder Woman’s jaw dropped as she saw many of the leering criminals arrayed before her start to grin, and signal their beds. Only now did she recognize several notorious crime-lords among their number - all of which she had wronged many times over the years, and any one of which would pay handsomely to have a naked Wonder Woman as their slave. Which they demonstrated handily, as the bid rapidly spiraled upwards past what any impromptu street auction could normally have been expected to produce - and just kept going.

Staring down at the escalating bids, Wonder Woman gasped in horror. “B-but I thought you wanted me for yourself,” the mighty superheroine protested. Her buxom hips wiggled back and forth, still leaking fresh cum from her slit. “I… I thought you were going to take me back to your hideout, and make me serve you hand and foot,” she moaned. “I… I thought you were going to make me suck on your cock, and… and let you cum inside me over and over!”

“Sorry babe - but that all sounds way too high maintenance for me,” Jerk replied. Reaching up, he cupped her enormous sculpted ass, as it wiggled beside him, and gave it a luxuriant squeeze. “As the saying goes, why buy the dairy factory, when she already gave up her milk for free?” Then he swung his hand back, and gave the same rounded cheek a sharp swat. “Now don’t just stand there, Wonder Slut!” he said. “Shake those money-makers, and get that price up!”

Shivering before the crowd, Wonder Woman gasped in horror. But she was now oath-bound to obey. Turning, with a moan, she nevertheless began to do as she had been told. The crowd whistled and crowed, as before them the mighty Amazon Princess began to wiggle her naked body and to swing her enormous hooters back and forth for her pleasure - and the bid did indeed shoot up even faster than before.

Among the assembled criminals was Doctor Pervo, badly disguised in a loud pimp jacket and hat, whom she had nevertheless not recognized until halfway through her dance. While the other bidders had no shortage of enthusiasm to acquire the shapely Amazon, the portly supervillain proved to have the deepest pockets.

"Sold!" Jerk said, as the evil doctor's final offer went unchallenged for three entire ponderous sways of Wonder Woman’s titanic rack. "She is yours now," he pronounced.

"Oh, Goddess," Wonder Woman moaned, staring at the leering super-scientist in horror. But she had promised to obey Jerk and a moment later, as a terrible tingle ran down her naked flesh, she realized that by her own internal laws that included the right to pass that control along to another. Grinning, the fat supervillain beckoned to her. Wonder Woman shivered… but, seconds later, instinctively obeyed. Slipping down from her pedestal she came forward to him, across a small clear space surrounded by a ring of chortling onlookers.

"Stay sexy now," Jerk admonished her, as she walked away from him.

Wonder Woman gasped. But, by way of a final parting command, his words still held fast. The crowd hooted with glee as, like a horny model swaying down a catwalk, the buxom princess passed through them. Moaning softly, she tucked herself up under the arm of her new owner. Her large bare breasts jiggled against his paunch while, reaching around, his far greedy fingers got an eager handful of her generous ass.

"Oh, yes," Doctor Pervo said, looking down into Wonder Woman's gorgeous face. "You will prove useful on many, many levels," he purred. He gave her taut yet enormous bubble-butt a squeeze, and Wonder Woman gasped, her mighty thighs squeezing in tight around her still speedster-cum-leaking pussy. The presence of another man's seed inside her didn't seem to dissuade the villain’s lusts in the slightest. In fact, as he ran his eyes up and down her, the presence of Jerk's freely provided genetic sample, along with the superhuman bun likely growing in her oven, seemed of almost as much interest to him as her gigantic breasts or her beautiful tiara-crowned face. At last, Pervo turned his gaze up to this last feature of his recent purchase, and leered.

"Give us some sugar," he commanded her.

Wonder Woman whimpered, but instantly obeyed. Going up on tiptoe, breasts rubbing and pressing into his chest, she kissed him. She moaned, her blue eyes blinking in forlorn horror, as she felt his piggy lips smirking against hers… but she still kissed him with all the passion her meager training in Jerk’s arms made possible. Then she withdrew, and clung tight to him, her gorgeous face panting breathlessly despite herself.

Doctor Pervo grinned.

"Alright slut, let's go," he said. He turned away. Tucked under his arm, Wonder Woman sighed and followed. The supervillain and his new prize walked away. The last glimpse anyone got of them was his hand getting another eager grope from her gigantic swaying butt.

The crowd closed back up. The losing bidders stuck around… and all things considered didn't seem to broken up by their failure to leave with a superheroine shaped slave. Soon enough, it was revealed why.

It started with a commotion in the distance. There were whistles, and gasps of awe. The sounds grew closer.

The crowd slowly parted, to reveal an enormous pair of white breasts. Also, attached to the rest of them was an incredibly buxom body, strutting forward in a skimpy white one piece. Her distinctive boob-window left her staggering cleavage - which somehow, mind-bogglingly, seemed to be even bigger than Wonder Woman’s - sloshing back and forth on delightful display. Her blue boots trudged across the filthy pavement, while up top, a short-haired blonde head was held high, a tiny smirk on her full red lips.

The crowd continuing to back up steadily around her, as if giving her a wide berth, Power Girl strutted forward. Finally, about ten paces in front of Jerk she stopped - seeming to sense that, as the center of attention, he was the best one to address.

“Hello,” the mighty Kryptonian champion cooed. “Wonder Woman sortied into these parts to deal with some minor shrimp of a supervillain… but we haven’t heard from her in a bit.” Folding her arms under her titanic tits, she lifted her golden head high. “You wouldn’t happen to know what happened to her, would you?”

Jerk looked her up and down - and a gigantic smirk spread across his lips.

“I just might, baby,” he said. “But it will cost you.”

Power Girl raised a blonde eyebrow. “I'm not used to getting counter-offers for basic information," she said. But the half-Kryptonian didn't seem too concerned, speaking the words in her usual confident coo. "What do you have in mind?” she asked him.

Jerk eyed her some more, then finally got his gaze back on her face. “How about,” he said, “you haul out those huge boobies and let us get a good look at em’ - then do a strip-tease for us out of the rest of that little costume, gorgeous?”

Power Girl’s eyes briefly widened, in shock. But then, she closed them, and shook her head. Opening them up, she looked him right in the eye.

“And what,” the supremely powerful and buxom Kryptonian asked, “makes you think I would do that?”

Jerk smirked. Of course, since her eyes had been closed, Power Girl wasn’t aware of the loop of shining golden cord that was now affixed to one of her ankles. All around her, the watching crowd was also licking their lips and chortling - which the stunning and proud blonde seemed either completely unaware of, or completely unconcerned by.

“Why don’t we find out, baby?” Jerk asked, as his hand went down towards his fly.

THE END

SUMMARY: Wonder Woman enters a crime-ridden neighborhood and encounters Jerk Johnson, a speedster supervillain. Using his powers he proceeds to loosen her top, relieve her of her lasso and belt, and then wrap the lasso around her ankle - each action occurring within a literal blink of her eyes. The entire time he appears to simply stand there, causing Wonder Woman to think he is exceptionally weak and cowardly. He then invites her to come forward and negotiate which of them will surrender - and, not knowing she is bound to truth, and thinking that this will only increase her advantage over her slippery foe, Wonder Woman agrees. She marches up to short range, and demands he explain why she should possibly surrender - at which point he unzips, and an enormous penis bursts forth and collides with the surface of her panties. Able to get her to admit it is all part of their 'parley', Jerk proceeds to put his hands all over her body, make her kiss him, and even get her to let him take off her top - all while nearly continuously rubbing his long penis against either the front or back of her panties. At last, Jerk gets Wonder Woman to admit that she wants to have sex with him, 'before she puts him in prison'. She pulls down her panties - and discovers the lasso tied around her ankle. Enraged, she tears off the lasso and attempts to fight - only to find herself utterly outmatched. She also discovers, to her horror, that a large audience has formed to watch. Defeated in combat she eventually raises her hands and offers him a deal - sex, in exchange for the superior villain letting her go. He accepts. In the ensuing public coitus, Wonder Woman begs him to fuck her harder and then faster - and after the second request, gets her brains almost literally fucked out. Afterwards, sucking his cock, she begs him to keep her, and promises to obey him. He accepts - but promptly turns around and auctions off the horrified heroine to the crowd. She is led away. A short time later, Power Girl arrives and challenges the supervillain as well… unaware that, after a blink of her eye, a shining golden lasso has now appeared around her ankle as well.