WONDER WOMAN: Laid By The Dead by JR Based upon the story by John Byrne featured in WW#109 thru #112. Told now without any damn censoring.
DISCLAIMER: The following story is an adult-themed parody of the DC Comics's Wonder Woman comic book. Wonder Woman and all related characters are property of DC Comics, a Time Warner company, and no copyright infringement is intended. The author received no payment for this story and no money is to be earned by its distribution. I have no dough to get sued off anyway.
WARNING: The following story contains adult themes and explicit descriptions of extreme sexual events. NO MINOR SHOULD READ THIS. Hell, most so-called adults shouldn't either. If you are below your country's age of legal majority, kindly bugger off. Go find some Pokemon instead. No animals or household objects were hurt or damaged during the writing of this story.
The red-skinned humanoid was seated in mid-air, his legs crossed nonchalantly, his butt resting on nothingness. Below him, several city blocks lay devastated as a Yellow energy beam directed from his right hand had cut a swath of destruction, carving among the buildings the giant letters that spelled one name: Wonder Woman.
Princess Diana of Themyscira flew up to meet the silent humanoid. She wore her usual attire of red, blue, white and gold. The golden breastplate worked into her bustier barely containing the exuberance of the full, high-set breasts. The blue star-patterned brief panties cut close below the slender waist, emphasized the magnificent length of her well-muscled high-booted legs, while barely covering a fraction of the round fullness of her firm buttocks. The long, dense mane of shiny black hair fell in soft curls around the delicate lines of her wide shoulders and her long neck. As if such an astounding body was not enough to induce arrhythmia in any normal man and quite a few women, her features, with the delicate straight nose, full lips, and large thickly-lashed eyes of crystal clear blue, were the ideal most beauty queens and supermodels could only aspire to, breathtakingly beautiful yet full of character, without the generic blandness of the surgically-enhanced. But those lovely features were set now in a stern pattern of determination, and the luscious body was ready to be used for deadly combat.
The being eyeing with apparent amused contempt the exquisite woman facing him was upon close examination, not exactly a man. His face was stretched into a length far beyond the human norm, and the shape of the skull and the pointed ears, made him resemble the stereotypical look of most humanoid aliens in low-budget TV SciFi series. His skin was a red bright beyond that of any human ethnic group, and his body's build made him appear almost emaciated in its thinness.
To former citizens of Coast City, the identity of Sinestro, a renegade member of the non-defunct cosmic police force of the Green Lantern Corps, would have been instantly obvious, but Wonder Woman had to rely on police reports to confirm his identity. Police choppers had managed to ID the villain before being destroyed by the energies released casually from the power ring on Sinestro's finger. Besides the chopper crews, the villains' rampage had left over a hundred casualties. Many more were still counted missing. Still, if the dossier on the villain that Oracle had provided was accurate, the potential for destruction at the villain's hand could easily dwarf those numbers.
As Princess Diana of Themyscira approached the passive humanoid, she was aware that this was as serious a one-on-one superhuman confrontation as it could get. The power ring at Sinestro's command was in theory every bit as powerful and versatile as that of her JLA teammate Green Lantern. Basically, it could do anything the wielder could conceive, and in the hands of someone as ruthless as Sinestro was reputed to be, it could easily become an instrument of genocide. Her attempts to contact Green Lantern through the JLA had been fruitless. Kyle Rayner was apparently out of contact range. She had asked Oracle to remain monitoring the situation, and to mobilize the available Justice League members if she proved unable to stop Sinestro. Meanwhile, this was her own fight. In more ways than one.
If what Wonder Woman suspected was right, all the carnage had been performed just to get her attention, for reasons that had her steaming in both worry and anger.
Deadly serious as the threat was, in essence it was all a fake.
According to Oracle, Sinestro was supposed to be dead, killed by former GL Hal Jordan, and though the reports of most villains' deaths tended to be greatly exaggerated, this bit of info supported Wonder Woman's suspicion: that the villain now facing her was most likely a copy of the real Sinestro, a duplicate complete with identical likeness and working superpowers, just like the other doppelganger she had recently fought.
Two days past, the Amazon Princess had been attacked by a perfect copy of the deceased hero, the Barry Allen Flash, who had also wrecked havok on the city apparently with the sole intention of attracting her attention in order to possessher sexually, something which the heroine had not actually managed to thwart, to her chagrin. But as she had finally captured the impostor, he had vanished from her grasp, apparently dissolving into dust in her hands.
All other speedsters Wonder Woman knew were hardly the kind to assault her, and had no way to adopt Allen's faces. Known shapechangers could emulate shape but not paranormal powers. The way the fake Flash had disincorporated resembled none of the teleporting methods she had ever seen, either magical or technological, so it had probably meant remote or self-destruction, hinting at a disposable and thus artificial nature. The impostor was most likely a magical or high-tech construct, created to emulate the dead hero. Or in the case of Sinestro, a dead villain.
But who had either the magic or science for such a thing? Could the real Sinestro's ring create such a lifelike anatomically functioning simulacrum? Yet all ring constructs were in theory monochromatic, not life colored, and the impostor's behavior had clearly shown a resident or on/board consciousness, not the detached control of a puppeteer. A clone could hardly duplicate accidentally-gained powers like those of the Flash. And though Wonder Woman had met first-hand several lifelike androids and mechanical constructs fully enabled for complete sexual performance, the intimate contact her body had with the impostor's flesh, and his behavior, made her believe it was not merely a programmed machine. The Shaggy Man, Amazo, other Professor Ivo androids... None had felt so genuine to her touch or evidenced such realistic human behavior.
Ignoring who was responsible, the only dubious advantage she had from the knowledge of this Sinestro's fakeness, was being fully aware of his most probable intention. He had plainly called out for her, after all. Like the Flash, he most likely was out to fuck her.
Perhaps her enemy had sought to rape her only as part of a wish to destroy her, but she felt otherwise. Her attacker had not just meant to abuse her as an act of violence, She felt he had, strangely, desired to pleasure her too, to both enjoy her body and 'conquer' her by forcing her to enjoy her violation. This attention failed to flatter the beautiful Amazon at all. That someone was so obsessed with her and the possession of her body, to the point of indulging in such destructive rampages both horrified her and filled her with cold fury. This disregard for human life for the petty sake of fulfilling a mere carnal desire made to her whoever was responsible someone deserving of the harshest punishment.
Wonder Woman was used to being sexually desired by many of her enemies, a normal situation given her physical appearance and typical male appreciation of it, and was not bothered at all by it. She would have hardly used such revealing garb if she minded exposing her body generously. Actually, just as she disregarded the silly shame-filled prejudices man's society had on nudity and sex, she had not backed away from often taking the "make love not war" credo quite literally. To avoid bloodshed at all costs, she had occasionally shared her body with several of her deadliest enemies, with very few regrets. To her, violence was indeed the last resource of the incompetent, or the failed. Yet to find that the desire her sex appeal caused had motivated violence such as this, made her feel furious at both her foe and herself, for the casualness with which she normally flaunted her body.
How much is this my fault?, she grimly wondered. Perhaps I really should change my clothing. But that would be another surrender. Why should the sickness of men restrict her freedom of choice?
But guilt notwithstanding, these meditations had to wait. First she had to defeat the newest incarnation this scum was using.
The Amazon Princess flew past the villain in a blur, trying to get him to follow her away from the inhabited areas, but the villain remained hovering in place, refusing to play along. He had called for Wonder Woman, and she had to come to him.
Feeling frustrated at having to play on the villain's terms, a shaky proposition under most combat situations, Wonder Woman warily approached the fiend. The strategic disadvantages of matching her mostly close-quarters powers against a long-range energy manipulator were clear in her mind, but she was more concerned for the safety of the people beneath than about her own. Although it would have been more expedient to empty her mind of distractions to better approach combat, she could not avoid still hearing the cries of the wounded below, and her main concern was to protect those innocents. She was truly partially responsible for their plight.
Hovering a few feet away, Wonder Woman confronted the villain, ready for anything. "Sinestro!" she called out, bound by her sense of honor into the empty formality. "I am here. Whoever you really are, stop this."
"What is that you want of me?" she asked, as she felt the perverse gaze run over her prefect and quite exposed shape.
In a instant, a tendril of energy sped out from the power ring, growing into a giant yellow hand that tried to grab her in midair. With a burst of speed, Diana easily evaded the glowing hand, rushing at Sinestro for a quick decisive strike. But her attack struck an energy globe suddenly encasing the villain. As she ricocheted off the energy shield, it grew numerous appendages that tentacle-like sought to trap the Amazon. Maneuvering gracefully, Wonder Woman avoided energy coils and misshapen oversized hands and pincers with little effort. Obviously, she noticed, to control multiple constructs was harder than the ringwielder imagined.
Suddenly the extensive grid of energy coils extended contracted into a grid around the Amazon, shaping a cage of golden glowing metal bars, as Sinestro smiled with glee. But his joy was short lived. The cage's material proved no match for Wonder Woman's strength, as she grabbed the bars and tore them apart into fragments.
As Sinestro hurriedly gathered the nimbus of scattered energy around him, his protective shield formed barely in time to block the powerful strike of the rushing Princess. His concentration was apparently not capable of handling simultaneous applications, Diana realized. But before she could find a way to use this in her favor, Sinestro sped away, enveloped in a glowing cocoon. Diana pursued him, dodging the darts and projectiles he shot blindly behind as he fled.
As they reached the river bisecting the city, Sinestro turned around and shot a barrage of ring-crated gunfire, projectiles of all sizes and types aiming at the heroine, only to be deflected or destroyed in contact with the bracelets on her wrists, her arms moving in a blur of blocking motions even as she dodged the lines of fire.
Frowning, Sinestro aimed his fist directly at the Amazon, and she barely had chance to slide aside before the air ionized in the wake of a laser-like energy beam. There was no way even a superhumanly fast object could evade a beam of radiant energy, its destructive effect traveling at the same speed of the light needed to see an incoming object, but Diana's superhuman reflexes could make her dodge the direction of the aiming ringwearing hand, its pure energy beams limited to straight lines.
With feverish desperation Sinestro tried to nail the heroine with his shots, trying vainly to follow the zigzagging figure of the Amazon as she approached him weaving wild patterns of avoidance. In an instant, she was on top of him, her fist a blur aimed at his face. Unable to correct his aim in time, Sinestro panicked and released a wide burst of energy from his ring, the blinding spray covering the heroine, just before he was sent flying away from the clash.
The ring had managed to protect Sinestro from Wonder Woman's blow as the burst's concussion had hit her, making the strike miss and barely grace the villain. Still, his jaw hung loose, clearly broken by the mere light touch of the deflected strike. Sinestro cradled his face in obvious pain, yet he voiced no cry or complain, as eerily silent as the Flash had been.
Shaken but unharmed, Wonder Woman controlled her falling as she recovered from the energy burst. Its wide focus had enabled it to hit her, but had also dissipated most of its power, allowing the bracelet held before her in striking guard to protect her face, and although not really invulnerable, her body's own superhuman resilience had assimilated the remaining impact and heat without serious harm.
The same could not be said of her garb, however. The cloth of her costume had been torn and scorched irregularly, exposing even more of her figure. The front part of her midriff was almost gone, the remaining fabric precariously holding to the bustier's top, which although mostly intact, had almost slid down, uncovering part of the right breast, displaying the rosy nipple and aureola, while the tattered star-patterned panties barely covered her mound and exposed most of the wedge-shaped trimmed patch of pubic hair.
As Sinestro's ring set his jaw in place, he turned and took in the partial nakedness of the beautiful heroine.
The ring must be dampening his pain, Diana thought while Sinestro smiled lasciviously at her. I must stop him before he learns to use the ring better. She needed a way to bridge the distance between them without opening herself to him, but how? In the air, there was nothing she could against him, and using her lasso would be ineffective against his shields, being only solidified energy.
Just as she pondered this, Sinestro once again turned tail and fled; this time, going towards the city's main traffic bridge, its lanes crowded with cars of the populace seeking to evacuate the area. Before Diana's shocked eyes, Sinestro sped over the center of the bridge, his ring projecting a thin beam of intense power, which sliced through the bridge's cross section like a knife through the proverbial hot butter.
"NOOOOOOO!!!!"
Wonder Woman cried out as she rushed down, her magic lasso flashing out like a live thing and wrapping itself many times around the falling bridge section, the golden length stretching impossibly at her command. Setting her feet widely in the air, Diana grabbed tightly the lasso's end and in an instant, she held her ground.
The image was astounding. Several stories high in the air, the Amazon Princess, held with all her strength onto the end of her magic lasso, keeping upwith it the bridge in place, as dozens of startled drivers tried to drive their cars off the damaged sector.
"HURRY UP! EVACUATE THE BRIDGE NOW!!!!" screamed the heroine, her magnificent body turned into a corded mass of tense muscles by the strain of her feat, even as below her the people's sudden panic made cars crash and overturn, slowing the fleeing traffic almost to a halt.
No! No! It cannot be! she thought as she realized the chaos erupting in the doomed lanes below. I cannot hold this up indefinitely!
Although she could be almost as strong as Superman himself, Wonder Woman's strength was of a different nature. Few understood that despite being extremely superior to normal people physically, Diana was still human, and her body was not the ultradense and naturally invulnerable physique of the superstrong Kryptonian. She was normally vulnerable to bullet fire and incisions, and her basic strength could be merely that of an exceptional Amazon. Just as gravity held her down when she did not will herself to fly, her superhuman powers were gifts of the Olympian gods, and to use them, Diana had to will them into action.
In this moment of need, Diana called upon the gifts of Demeter as rarely before, concentrating on the strength needed to support untold tons of steel and its minor addendum of humanity. The task was more difficult as she had to also focus on keeping her position in the air, combining the gift of flight from Hermes with a conscious fixing up of her position against Gaea, the Earth below her, basic source of her strength. Anchored thus by her focusing on her magical powers, Diana accomplished the feat that defied science as without any apparent leverage at all, she held the bridge up while suspended on the air, her body straining with the effort of channeling enough strength and will to do the job.
Noticing the people below her leaving their trapped cars and hurrying away on foot, she called out anew to them.
"HURRY!!!! I WON'T BE ABLE TO HOLD THIS FOR LONG!!"
As she gritted her teeth with effort, Diana heard a noise and looked up.
Hovering slightly above her and to a side was the silent figure of Sinestro, clapping in mock admiration. The sound of the clapping hands contrasted ominously with his silent demeanor.
"Damn it! Let me save these people, please!" she demanded, cold sweat appearing on her brow.
Sinestro only smiled. Levitating closer to her, he extended an arm and ran a finger lightly over her shoulder's skin, lowering it towards her breast, where he began to slide it slowly along the deep cleft beginning high on her chest where her ample teats were pressed together by the confining top and her straightened, straining arms, until reaching the edge of the already displaced bustier.
"You bastard", Diana spat as Sinestro forced down with deliberate slowness the heroine's top, fully exposing the rest of the magnificent bosom well below the nipples.
Diana contemplated kicking the villain, but just a minor adjustment in her grip to test her balance made the bridge section below her shudder. She could not dare to move. There were lives depending on her.
Their eyes met, both plainly aware of her situation. With an even wider smile, Sinestro grabbed the exposed breasts roughly, his fingers digging into her firm yet softly yielding flesh, as he squeezed and pulled the round teats in every direction. The fingers lingered on the rosy nipples, pinching and pulling the tempting buds, bending and stretching them. Despite the superior resilience of her tissue, which made her round breasts jut out proudly with no sag at all from high on her torso, making the perfectly shaped orbs appear even larger than their considerable 38D size, her breasts were actually softer than what they appeared, and much more sensitive than that of most women, particularly her nipples. Sinestro's clumsy handling was quite painful, yet Diana barely acknowledged it at all. She did not want her discomfort to give him any satisfaction.
Soon Sinestro's hands left her breasts, his fingers replaced by his mouth. He kissed, licked and bit at the sore bust, while his hands ran down the graceful curve of her torso and the slender waist, her tensed muscles vibrating beneath the soft skin, going inevitably for the rock-hard globes of her taut buttocks. The fingers strained to part the powerfully tensed gluteus, seeking access to the valley between. Wonder Woman smiled to herself at that; it would take much more than Sinestro's human-level strength to achieve it. But the ring in the villain's right hand soon glowed with strength-enhancing power, allowing the fiend to force his fingers into and down along the deep cleft, sliding to the side the remaining thong-like strip of cloth of her torn panties, and caressing the tender flesh of the perineum and the sensitive entrance to her anus. Meanwhile, Sinestro's teeth bit down viciously onto her right nipple, making Diana gasp at the pain and the two-fronted assault on her senses.
As one of Sinestro's hands slid around her hip and towards her pubis, his other hand tried vainly to force a finger into her ass, while his teeth nibbled one nipple, then the other, in rapid succession. Despite her pain and anger, Diana breathed in sharply as she felt the long digits slid amongst her silken pubic hair and caress the outer labia, fully exposed by her spread-legged stance and the ruin of her panties. In surprise, she felt a wave of unwanted warmth run through her body, and pool at her core, and she realized that she had been unconsciously pushing her chest out towards Sinestro's mouth even as she strained with the load of the bridge. Her nipples, which he was sucking and biting hungrily, she realized, were already fully erect, as if demanding further attention.
"Is this the only way you can get to touch a woman?" she said with cold fury, angry both at her abuser and at her body's unwanted response to his touch. "Are you too weak or too dumb to do it any other way?"
He bit harder on her chest at this, his caresses of the soft flesh of her sex growing rougher, trying more forcefully to push his fingers into her. Diana closed her eyes and threw her head back, breathing in deeply, trying to focus on the taut rope in her hands and nothing else, growing furious with frustration and revulsion, as she was helpless to stop the hateful caresses taking advantage of her situation. To stop Sinestro, she had to choose to allow the people still in the bridge below her to down plummet to their deaths. It was frustrating on a scale she had never experienced. She was trembling with both the effort and the contradictory excitement she felt.
Wonder Woman had often experienced bondage, and the strange eroticism the feeling of helplessness could achieve, and although she usually preferred equally matched coupling, she had sometimes enjoyed being sexually submissive, as a welcome chance of pace from her normal dominant attitudes. Yet those experiences had resulted from her being rendered captive by force, be it the sheer strength of her attacker, powerful magical or technological restrains, or even her own lasso. Now, the only thing keeping her from escaping her assailant's unwanted touch was her own determination. She was free anytime to chose forfeiting the lives of the people below, and escape Sinestro. Being completely free to act, yet helpless to move, was a dichotomy that made every second feel eternal, and which made her, together with the physical and metal effort, feel unnaturally sensitive and painfully aware of every single touch or caress.
As Sinestro found her clitoris with a bold finger, she gasped with both anger and surprise at the sudden flash of intense sensation. While Sinestro began to rub the sensitive nub into full erection, Diana felt undeniable currents of delicious pleasure flow between her sex and her painfully stimulated nipples.
Damn it!, she thought, appalled. How can I find pleasure in this evil being's touch? What's wrong with me?
Yet pleasure she found, and soon Sinestro retrieved from her core a long finger dripping with her fluids, which he licked obscenely before inserting again in her slit, parting the soft, swollen folds. As Sinestro continued, his caresses growing bolder and more accurate, Diana had to grit her teeth even tighter to hold back moans of excitement.
It must have been all the sex I have been having recently with Etrigan, she told herself, trying to block out Sinestro from her senses. *I must have been building a state of enhanced sensibility. Primed for arousement. Otherwise there is no way he could be affecting me this much!"
Surely the villain was making the most of her vulnerable situation, and his skills had improved slightly since using the shape of the Flash, but as Diana's arousement grew, so did the anger at her own weakness. She had indeed been forced to experience pleasure against her will before, often under very unpleasant circumstances, and many of the loathsome creatures who had raped her in the past made Sinestro seem godly by comparison, but still she was furious at how her body was betraying her to this despicable, petty pervert. It was humiliating to feel herself slaved to her own carnal desires.
"You pathetic loser," she whispered through gritted teeth. "Is this all you could use your power for? This is not just evil, it is crude and stupid."
Already she found it harder to maintain the effort of holding up the bridge, as her body sought to yield to the caresses. Ignoring her taunts, Sinestro wasnow hugging her lower body, his tongue tasting the treasure between her spread legs, while he probed her depths boldly, her vagina now reluctantly open to his digits. It would have been easy then to use her legs now to strangle him or snap the neck, but that would have meant forsaking the support of the stance she focused her stability upon.
Gods, he has four fingers inside me now, she thought, gasping as Sinestro forced another digit inside her, her mind trying to ignore her body's acceptance of the caress. And he has barely spent a few minutes arousing me.
Four fingers.
Four right fingers.
With sudden realization, Wonder Woman tightened her vaginal muscles in one single, powerful spasm, the noise of crunched bones answering her effort.
With an open-mouthed yet silent grimace, Sinestro pulled out with effort his crushed fingers. The yellow ring however, still glowed unharmed on the twisted digit.
With fearless defiance, Wonder Woman stared unflinching at Sinestro's face as he hovered back and pointed the deadly power ring at her brow. No words were spoken. This was a match of a different nature. Her every sense energized into overdrive, Diana could still hear the motion of trapped people below her, as others struggled to free them of crumpled, overturned cars. At this range she could still take out Sinestro before he could react and fire, but that would mean letting go of the lasso long enough for these people to die. Yet if Sinestro killed her now, they would be equally dead. The strong arousement of her body was now forgotten as she struggled with the decision.
People would die either way, she decided, heavy-hearted. She also had no assurance that her death would halt Sinestro's rampage. She had to think of what was best for the majority.
As she was about to make her move, Sinestro lowered his arm, and slowly flew away to a greater distance. The ring glowed and the fingers were set properly with a series of snaps. Then, he casually fired a wide burst of energy at the tense Amazon, shredding the remains of her costume. Wonder Woman flinched, but still she held her position and kept her grip firm on the rope.
She had thought herself prepared for what she had expected to happen next,determined to do her duty to the end. She had been wrong. With just the tightest of smiles on his face Sinestro unleashed a barrage of ring constructs at her. A dozen energy tendrils became solid and grew hands and pincers, proceeding to attack her body. Powerful pseudohands grabbed her buttocks and breasts, kneading and squeezing savagely. Bodiless mouths bit her still erect nipples, pulling on them, making her cry out in surprise and pain.
Yet the attack was barely beginning. While the multiple appendages caressed and groped her roughly, two more energy tendrils extended, and their blunt ends solidified into enormous phallic shapes. Diana's eyes opened in shock. Each of those solid-energy dildos could almost put a centaur to shame.
Before she could protest, an energy gag closed her mouth, and the glowing dildos dived between her spread legs. She screamed in fury into her gag as she felt each enormous head press against the entrances to her vagina and anus. Focusing on the effort of holding up the bridge, she tensed all her muscles, blocking their passage. There was no way she would surrender to this, she decided.
The swarm of pseudohands and mouths redoubled then their efforts on the Princess's body, caressing, biting and squeezing every inch of her gorgeous shape. The largest phallus began to vibrate, while rubbing against her still erect clitoris, making her gasp at unexpected sensation, while the other shaft slid back and forth with forceful insistence along the swollen folds of her vagina. Soon, despite her efforts, the second phallus overcame her resistance and slid with undeniable power into her wet vagina, its slow insertion stretching with delicious pain her drenched depths. She had been still too aroused, too wet, to resist the penetration. As it gained over half a foot of depth inside her, it began to thrust in and out powerfully, while the largest phallus still worked her sensitive clitoris.
Wonder Woman's body shook with barely restrained tension. This attack was much more brutal and relentless, yet she was still helpless to defend herself in order to save the innocents below, and once again she could feel the fire of arousal inflame her senses, despite her conscious refusal to yield to the growing pleasure. Thick and powerful ring-created tentacles wrapped around her trembling legs and arms, simultaneously caressing and insuring her position, while others continued to attack her erogenous areas with continued fervor.
People below cried and shouted at the sight of the heroine's figure high in the air being surrounded by glowing tentacles created by her opponent. Two far away to discern the details of her plight, many believed that Sinestro was trying to strangle or crush the Amazon Princess. Several people panicked and jumped to their deaths thinking that she would perish before they could leave the condemned structure. Desperate police officers tried to get the few remaining stragglers, injured or in shock, away before the JLAer was forced to drop the weight. A couple of voyeurs, having binoculars at hand on their vehicles, were staring openmouthed at the magnified sight, as their fascination at the amazing spectacle of the beautiful superheroine being grotesquely ravished, kept them from running away to their safety, dooming them.
The bridge shook ominously as Wonder Woman barely kept her hold on the lasso, her hands slick with sweat from her double exertions. Her long hair stuck to her back and her exposed skin gleamed with the product of her exertions. The trembling in her arms made the bridge vibrate loudly, as the demands on her body were proving too much. Her weariness and sexual excitement worked in tandem as she felt her resistance crumble to an approaching orgasm.
Seeing her body shaking with her obvious excitement, Sinestro let the gag in her mouth dissipate. Perhaps he wanted to hear her moan out loud.
He did.
"AHHHHH! AAAAAAHHHH!"
Having covered itself enough with her copious moisture, the dildo pumping into her abruptly vacated her vagina, being replaced instantly by its much thicker companion, making Diana cry out with the mixed pain and pleasure of its much more massive penetration. The drenched first dildo then pushed itself powerfully into her anus, overcoming the faint resistance of her sphincter, as both intruders entered her simultaneously with merciless brutality. Matching rhythms, the two large shafts began to thrust deep into her, pistoning in and out at an increasing tempo, even while their lengths vibrated with an audible hum.
"OOOOOH! AAAAHHHHH!"
Diana cried out loud again then, unable to restrain her cries and moans under the double intrusions, but soon she held herself back again, restricting herself to fast, hard breathing and occasional grunts. She still would not give in to her violation. She was a Princess of the Amazons. She had fought and fucked gods and demons. She could not let this overcome her. She would not.
In most other instances of rape Diana had allowed herself to orgasm at such a point with little hesitation, enjoying the pleasure received for itself, disdainful of the idea that orgasm meant capitulation, and its sexist implication that sex was purely a male way to dominate women, as if sexual possession was not a mutual act. She had also often beaten quite thoroughly the crap out of villains who had chauvinisticaly thought that after being made to come in their arms, she was then defeated and helpless. But this time was different. Not only did she fear that giving in to the pleasure now would make her lose her grip on the lifeline she held, she also had decided with steely stubbornness that this creep did not deserve to make her climax, and despite her body burning with sexual tension, she refused to give him such satisfaction.
"You bastard!" she grunted as she fought against the overwhelming power of both gravity and her own arousal. "You are not good enough to make me come."
Sinestro frowned, focusing his concentration on the many ring constructs, pure extensions of his will, the effort making also him sweat. His left hand wasat his exposed scarlet penis, stroking it fast while his creations relentlessly ravished the magnificent body of the beautiful heroine. His masturbation grew faster as he made the two phallic tentacles thrust faster and harder into the Amazon, while all other tentacles and appendages devoted themselves to further attacking her exposed flesh.
Diana felt the pseudococks inside her thrust deeper and faster, while her whole body was licked, bit and groped even more urgently by the maze of energy hands, mouths, and tentacles. And although she arched her back and threw her head back while holding back loud cries and moans, she still refused to give in.
"You can't make me come", she insisted.
Her breath then caught in her throat as facing front, her eyes met the villain's and she felt his latest improvement on her ravishment. The large energy shafts raping her began to change shape and size even as they thrust deeper and harder into her, their girth increasing dramatically, with knobs and protrusions growing all over their excessive length. As she felt her inner flesh being brutally stretched and stimulated by the growing shafts, she felt herself tottering on the brink of an earth-shaking orgasm, held back only by the faint impression of hearing a voice far away, below her, saying something that had once held some meaning for her.
"OH, NO! I CAN'T!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
She screamed out loud uninhibitedly even as her whole body convulsed, her hands letting go of the magic lasso, while her legs drew close together, tight around the massive tentacles still thrusting into her anus and vagina.
Sinestro closed his eyes in smiling satisfaction as the sight of the shuddering heroine drove him to his climax, his penis sputtering jets of sperm into the air. As he opened his eyes, he then stared open mouthed at the stump where his right hand had used to be, even as he felt the wind and saw the ground rush up towards him.
Grabbing with practiced ease the sharp tiara spinning back boomerang-like into her still trembling hand, Diana flew down in a rush, defeating gravity's headstart and grabbing the falling Sinestro before he achieved terminal velocity. Taking him up again high over the river where the wrecked bridge was now sinking into the water, the Amazon Princess slapped the astonished villain with all the strength she dared to use on him. Her body still quivered with desire, her breath came out in sharp gasps, and her fluids ran in rivulets from her sex over the sweat-covered expanse of her thighs.
"You really need to know when a girl is faking it, wimp," she said with labored breath, and a dazzling smile. "You must do better than that".
Intent on her imminent surrender as he had been, Sinestro had failed to hear the Police loudspeaker calling out "All clear" to the heroine. She hadn't. It had been an demonstration of perfect control as she had let go of her lasso while acting out the mock convulsions, letting out freely the genuine cries and moans of excitement she had held back during her resistance. As she had then felt the thrusting pesudococks inside her miss a beat, she had taken off her tiara, and ignoring the sexual fire consuming her, she had thrown it with perfect accuracy at the exposed right hand, the ring-wielding-hand, the sharp upper edge cutting it off cleanly. The energy constructs around and inside her had then vanished, allowing her to collect herself and rescue the mutilated villain from falling to his death into the river along with his severed hand and its now innocuous ring.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this, you sorry bastard?" Princess Diana demanded, shaking the frail body of the shocked villain who had almost raped her to orgasm. "People died, only because you wanted to fuck me? What kind of idiotic thing is that?"
Diana realized she needed to retrieve her lasso to force the truth out of him, to break the strange silence that he still kept, even as he cradled his bleeding stump. But before she could say or do anything else, the figure of Sinestro began to shimmer and blur.
"No! Not now! You can't!" she shouted. "Not after all this!"
But despite her protests, Sinestro's body slowly dissolved into fine, shimmering dust, scattered by the wind around the weary heroine.
He got away. Again, she thought, dejectedly. Will there be no end to this? Can he keep incarnating again and again into more powerful individuals, even when I beat him? Until he tires of abusing me? Who would then be next? How many will perish along the way?
She shook her head, breathing in deeply, trying to control her still accelerated heart rate. She looked at the river below and then at herself, noticing the flushed, sweaty skin, the stiff, painfully erect nipples, feeling the wetness sliding freely from her sex down her legs, and the intense throbbing in her core, her unsated need crying out its frustration. Diving into the cold water of the river to retrieve her lasso would certainly be useful to cool down her present state of excitement. It had taken almost all of her will to keep from succumbing to the pleasure and focus instead on Sinestro's defeat.
Maybe I should have let myself come, after all, she thought. Never before had she denied herself release when reaching such levels of excitement.
No, I shouldn't, she corrected herself. "I needed to prove this to him and to myself. I am not a slave to any man, or to my own body. Unlike the sick, despicable fiend behind this, much as I love sex, I am more than just my desires. And as I prevailed here, I will find a way to stop all this.*
She then dove into the river.
Meanwhile, in a sealed section of a S.T.A.R. Labs high security installation, a set of machines began to hum anew. And a data cartridge was chosen and inserted into a reader.
The demon Etrigan prowled the rooftops of Gateway City, his garish medieval tunic stretched tight over the bulging muscles of his short, stocky frame, the large bulge in his crotch growing even as he approached the Gateway Museum building. It had been several nights since he had last met the delicious Amazon Princess there for the practice of wild, savage sex, and his tongue was hungry for the taste of her perfect skin, while his cock ached for the delights of her tight, deep cunt. Etrigan had fucked the full range from demure virginal maidens to wanton sucubbi, yet none could match the Amazon's performance as a lover. Her innocence and aura of purity, paradoxically in harmony with a deep hunger for savage and unrestrained mating, made even her physical beauty somehow secondary to her powerful appeal. He had wanted to sample such a luscious piece of womanhood ever since the first time he had seen her strut her big boobs and round ass before him, yet he had never imagined they would become regular lovers or that she would be such a fantastic lay.
Even that whuss Jason Blood had not resisted the change tonight, Etrigan thought, chuckling. Blood should be grateful for getting even the echoes of such a glorious piece of ass, after all.
As Etrigan sought for signs of the Amazon's presence in the building, he felt his cock strain against his codpiece. He should attack her by surprise as agreed and fight against her playful resistance before she would let him have her. Perhaps tonight he would come inside her ass, he contemplated, before being suddenly swept off his feet and slammed against the tar-covered roof's slab. He bared his fangs in angry surprise, his claws swinging, ready to disembowel whoever dared to touch him, demonic instincts taking over. But his arms where grabbed and forced back with irresistible strength, and his fanged mouth was covered by soft lips as Wonder Woman kissed him hungrily, her body on top of his, the big breasts pressing against him with surprising urgency, while her tongue caressed his.
Breaking off the kiss as suddenly as she had started, Diana rose over him, their mixed saliva trailing from her full red lips. She was completely naked, the moonlight playing off her tanned skin, her clothing discarded in a heap a few feet away.
"I hope you are ready, demon. I have no time tonight for games," she said in a sultry growl as she ripped off his codpiece with her teeth, freeing the big phallus, its half-erect length already thicker than her hand's grasp.
"I guess I'll have to get this up and running," she said, licking her lips. "This little thing has a lot to make up for tonight".
With that, the beautiful Amazon ran her delicate tongue along the exposed underside of the demonic shaft, her lips lingering lovingly on the edges of the large glans, savoring his strong musky taste.
Etrigan groaned as she fondled his heavy, hairless balls, while her lips opened to her limits and engulfed his cock's big mustard-colored head, taking him slowly into her mouth. He could feel her rubbing her extremely wet sex against his outstretched leg even as she sucked on him eagerly.
Hell, I am beginning to feel used, thought the demon, laying back with a contented smile.
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