Author's Note: This is a porn parody of several well-known comic book characters. Wonder Woman, Wonder Girl, Troia, Power Girl, Super Girl, Nightwing, Batman, Superman, Cheetah, Giganta, Aquaman, Batgirl, Huntress, Justice League, Green Lantern, Poison Ivy, Queen Hippolyta, and Steve Trevor are all copyrighted characters and properties of the DC Comic Universe, and all rights belong to DC/Warner Bros.
Wonder Woman Created by Charles Moulton, Superman Created by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster, Batman and Nightwing created by Bill Finger and Bob Kane.
This story takes place after the Crisis on Infinite Earths, but prior to DC's Launch of its "New 52."
Wonder Woman
In
THE POWER TRAP Part One
by
Sperman Alexie
Location: Washington, D.C.; Apartment of Diana Prince
Diana Prince sat at her kitchen table staring at her laptop computer. A half-empty glass of orange juice sat next to a half-eaten bagel. She wore a silken kimono over a black lacy bra-and-panties combination. Her attire was one of the positive side effects of telecommuting.
She had originally signed up to telecommute for her Pentagon job with the idea that it would free up more time for Wonder Woman to patrol the city, fight crime and stop the occasional alien invasion. Instead, she found herself constantly bombarded by requests for memos, new data flows and lots of spam in her inbox.
In fact, she had recently stepped down from the Justice League in order to focus more on a solo crimefighting career, but right now, she was stuck trying to perform her civilian duties in counterterrorism.
There's just so much, she thought.
Aside from her attire, the other advantage to telecommuting was occurring inside her vagina. She was currently enjoying an egg vibrator going full-bore inside her pussy, and had already experienced three orgasms since "going to work" today.
An orgasm was usually something one couldn't get away with in the workplace. When you were an amazon princess with incredible super strength, it was impossible. But right now, in the privacy of her own home, she could let wave-after-wave of pleasure overcome her.
As she felt the tension build for a fourth climax, she took her right hand off the keyboard and started massaging her clit. She spread her forefinger and middle finger and started rubbing each side of her love-button. She was still sopping wet from her previous orgasms, so moisture was not a problem.
As she rubbed her quim, she tried to think of a man who could get her off.
She had fantasized about Steve Trevor numerous times already this week, but this time she decided to try something different.
Diana envisioned Superman laying her back on her bed, gently caressing her neck, rubbing her breasts with one hand while stimulating her pussy with the other. She unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his red trunks, exposing his enormous Kryptonian cock. While she fantasized this, her fingers continued to rub her clit while her other hand began pinching her lust-hardened nipples.
She moaned as she imagined his boner-of-steel sliding into her wet cavern, and gasped as the imaginary lover began pumping away at her. She started rubbing her pussy lips with incredible force and speed. Diana's lip curled as her eyelids closed with enough force to crack a walnut. She began panting as the egg vibrator launched her into her fourth orgasm of the day.
Diana cried out, experiencing the most powerful orgasm yet. With a crack and a shudder, she felt the tiny orgasm-inducing egg vibrator get crushed by the force of her cumming.
Seconds later, she lay moaning on her couch, not for the first time regretting that her power was tied so precariously to her pussy. When she left Paradise Island, her mother, Hippolyta warned her that if she ever allowed a penis into her vagina, she would become like any other mortal female, weak and submissive, even in this modern age of enlightenment.
Diana had enjoyed many sexual encounters with other women, and the occasional self-induced orgasm with a dildo, but she had remained "pure" when it came to actual sexual contact with a man. Shortly after she had arrived in the United States, she had tested the extent of the "no penetration" rule. After a particularly difficult battle, Diana had been overcome by lust at the sight of a rock hard penis. Batman had been held hostage by Poison Ivy, and she had used some sort of plant spore to arouse him uncontrollably. Diana sucked off Batman, drinking gouts of cum from his enormous cock. She had actually feared she would lose her powers, but apparently the penis-moratorium was limited to her vagina.
All of her sexual energy disappeared as she fished the shattered remains of the egg vibrator from her still soft pussy. These things weren't cheap, but if she could get four or five orgasms out of one before it got crushed by her muscular spasms, it could be worth it.
After disposing of the destroyed sex toy, she washed her hands and returned to the business at hand. Counterterrorism was no laughing matter. Maybe she could concentrate for a while before desire overcame her again.
Her attention was focused exclusively on the laptop computer and the spending patterns of a suspected sleeper cell in Montana when the her attention was diverted to the radio.
It had been droning on with news, traffic and sports for the better part of the day, but suddenly, she had heard the anchorman say the words "Wonder Woman."
"...several gold and jewelry stores in the greater DC Metro area recently. Several eyewitnesses reported having seen Wonder Woman at the scenes of the crimes, but not to stop the robberies. It appears the Princess of Power has been perpetrating the crimes rather than performing her usual role as a protector."
"What?" Diana was astounded at this report. Obviously some imposter was pretending to be her.
The radio continued.
"In one instance, Wonder Woman used her magic lasso to subdue a police officer after using her magic bracelets to deflect dozens of bullets fired at her," the reporter said. "In a prepared statement, the mayor reported that 'She also displayed feats of incredible physical strength. This clearly is a Wonder Woman gone wrong. We have reached out to the Justice League for some sort of confirmation of the situation.'"
"No," Diana said. She felt a sick twisting despair in her gut. Had she been somehow mind-controlled into being a criminal in her Wonder Woman disguise?
"We go now to the warehouse district where reporter Zach Grendoline is covering a live standoff," the reporter said.
The sound changed to a chaotic cacophony of sirens, static and gunshots.
"Larry, I'm here outside the Eastbrook Gold and Diamond Wholesale Export building, where Wonder Woman has apparently struck again," the reporter virtually screamed into his microphone. "This time, police arrived in time and have the building surrounded. Wonder Woman has been shouting threats from inside for several minutes now, but... wait... there's movement by the door. She appears to have made a human shield around herself by securing a naked man to the front of her body, with a naked woman tied to her back. This clearly is Wonder Woman, Larry. She's stunningly beautiful, easily six feet tall, maybe taller. And she's strong enough to walk around with two full-grown adults tied to her body with her golden rope. She's threatening to harm the two human shields if she is not allowed passage."
Diana stared at her radio before realizing she could probably get a live video feed on her computer. She quickly located a local news website and found a live video stream.
The grainy images were definitely compelling. She was slightly distracted by the naked human shields the woman was using. The man, an older, middle-aged man, had an enormous erection, for reasons that seemed irreconcilable. The woman also seemed aroused.
As for the Wonder Woman lookalike...
The likeness was striking, although Diana recognized some key differences. This Wonder Woman had brown eyes, and she appeared slightly older than Diana.
Still, this was disturbing news.
Diana rushed to her bedroom, and pulled a small lockbox from under her bed. She quickly keyed the combination and pulled a small porcelain statuette from it. Holding the statuette in her hands, she began chanting the name of Hippolyta, her mother. The statuette, a small portable oracle, began to brighten, lit by an internal source.
Within moments, Hippolyta's face materialized in front of Diana's. The ghostly visage appeared very concerned. Her beauty concealed her advanced age. Hippolyta was thousands of years old, but still looked no older than a fit, beautiful middle-aged woman.
"Yes, my daughter, what has caused you to contact me at this unusual hour?" Hippolyta's rebuke was clear, but still the loving concern of a mother flowed through.
"Mother, has one of the sisterhood come to the land of man?" Diana asked, almost accusingly.
"No, my child, none that I know of," Hippolyta replied. "Is there a problem?"
"I'm not sure, mother," Diana said. "I apologize for waking you."
In an instant, she realized that it was time for action. It was time for the REAL Wonder Woman to stop this criminal.
Her transformation was completed in seconds, and Wonder Woman was soaring over the city in search of an impostor.
Location: Washington, D.C.; Warehouse district
Lorana was very pleased with her most recent haul. She stood on a catwalk that overlooked a huge, mostly empty warehouse. Her Wonder Woman costume was slightly different than the current one Diana wore, but that was because Lorana's was more original.
In addition to getting away with several pounds of gold, she had also acquired two more slaves to extrude the gold into the necessary fibers that made up her lengths of magic rope. The sapphires she had stolen would be inserted into the center of the ropes and, when given a small electrical charge, the entire ensemble became what would be kilometers of magic lasso material. Other gold was being melted down for a very special side project.
Her slaves were such wonderful, willing specimens. Whenever they slowed down, she would "rev them up" with a private, sensuous dance, and if they responded positively, an orgasm. Orgasms were very powerful motivators.
Right now she was focused on her overall plans for world-domination. She would soon have enough gold and sapphires to rule this gods-forsaken place that had caused her so much pain and suffering.
She smiled as she looked at the crates full of gold.
Suddenly, there was a flash of gold, and she was bound tight by a golden lasso of amazon design. It cinched her arms against her sides, cutting neatly across her ample breasts. As the rope tightened, her left breast popped out of her corset.
Within seconds, she felt her willpower begin to fade.
"Who are you?" a female voice asked.
"I... I... am Lorana, I am Wonder Woman," she said, pretending to be unable to resist the power of the golden lasso.
"You're delusional," Wonder Woman replied.
"I'm delusional..." she said, wistfully, a smile creeping across her lips.
"What are you doing, parading around as me, stealing?" Wonder Woman asked. "What are your intentions?"
"My intention... Diana... was to discredit you," Lorana began. "To take you..."
"My intention... Diana... was to discredit you," the woman started. "To take you..."
What? How does she know my name? Why was she smiling? Nobody could resist the power of the golden lasso.
"Who told you that my name was Diana?" Wonder Woman snapped, feeling very unsure of herself. In fact, she was starting to feel weakened.
"Your... name... is Diana," the pseudo-Wonder Woman replied. "Your mother... Hip... Hippo..."
"FREEZE, WONDER WOMAN!" A male voice shouted, snapping Wonder Woman out of her concentration.
She turned to see a police officer who had just entered her line of sight.
"Officer, I..." Wonder Woman began.
"I mean it! Don't move! Either of you!"
The cop was standing on the catwalk, about 40 yards away. He was tall... taller than her, in fact. He held a service revolver in front of him, securely in both hands.
Then, several things happened simultaneously: Wonder Woman's arch-nemesis, Cheetah, leapt onto the catwalk behind her, raking her razor-sharp claws across the unprepared Wonder Woman's back; the police officer fired several rounds; her captive began laughing.
Wonder Woman deflected the bullets using the Feminum bracelet on her left hand, while continuing to hold the false Wonder Woman at bay with her right.
Cheetah scampered away with lightning-fast speed. She swung over the rail of the gantry and began traveling toward the police officer suspended beneath the catwalk, using her claws to grasp the grated floor.
At about this time, Wonder Woman realized she had been poisoned by Cheetah's claws, a variation of her attack she liked to call "Cat Scratch Fever."
Weakened by the attack, Wonder Woman felt her strength-of-will beginning to fade, just as the other Wonder Woman's confidence began to soar. The fake Wonder Woman slipped from her bonds and quickly reversed her opponent. She tried to slip the golden rope around Wonder Woman, but Diana put up a fight.
She didn't last long, however. Lorana's fists flew at Diana's face with such violent speed that the hapless, compromised Wonder Woman could do little more than take the abuse.
She heard the police officer scream in terror as Cheetah hissed and pounced on him.
Then she heard nothing at all.
She heard voices. Cheetah talking to the one called Lorana. Jeering Diana's predicament. Cheetah thought they should kill her, but Lorana said she had other plans. Give the cop the antidote, she said.
Cheetah hissed her disagreement, but Diana heard her slink away.
"Wake up, princess," Lorana cooed.
Diana didn't want to wake up, but she felt herself forced back to consciousness.
Diana's beautiful blue eyes fluttered open, but within seconds, they rolled back in her head, which lolled to one side.
"No, you will wake up now," Lorana commanded.
Diana snapped to attention. She quickly realized she was naked. Her modesty was amusing.
Lorana had bound Diana to a support post that hung from the ceiling to the gantry. Using Wonder Woman's own magic lasso, she had slipped the loop over Diana's upper body, cinching it tightly across her buxom breasts, just under her nipples. She was bound at the wrists, and then the rope was used to hold her tightly across the waist. Then it was lashed down her right leg, around the back and up her left leg. The effect created a triangular shape that resembled her star-spangled booty shorts. Another, shorter length of the same type of rope also secured each of her knees and ankles to the metal railing. Her legs were spread apart, revealing her soft pubic region. Wonder Woman kept her pubic hair shaved neatly in a small tuft. Her lips were loose, and she clearly had experienced penetration in her lifetime.
"I see you're no stranger to penetration," Lorana cooed gently in to Diana's ear, stroking a fingernail across her captive's clit. "Based on your strength, it's obvious you've never had a nice, hard cock in there."
She slipped her middle finger into the warm, moist depths of Diana's twat while she rubbed the clit with her thumb.
"Feels nice, doesn't it?"
"Mmmmm... MMhhh!" Diana moaned. "Yes."
"You want me to slip two fingers in there, don't you?"
"Yes," Diana whispered.
"Have you ever been finger-fucked by another amazon?" Lorana asked.
"N... n... Yes," Diana said finally. "Yes, many times back on Paradise Island."
"I'll reward your honesty with two fingers," Lorana said, slipping her forefinger into Diana's hot quim." So tell me, does anybody but you and Hippolyta wear a belt of Hera?"
Diana's lips trembled. She obviously didn't want to answer the question, but she couldn't resist the combination of the magic lasso, Cat-Scratch Fever and the sexual pleasure.
"No, I wear one to enhance my amazon strength, Uhhhhnnnnghh," Diana grunted the reply. "And my mother wears one to main- uhhhhffff- main... tain her superior strength."
"For that truth, I will pinch your clit and suck your nipple," Lorana replied, doing as she said.
Diana cooed.
"Oh, no, you don't get to cum until I tell you to," Lorana said. "Right now, you must feel the sexual energy build... do you feel it building? Like a tidal wave of ecstasy... it's pounding at your gates, but you don't get to cum yet."
Diana began moaning, whimpering and grinding her pussy against Lorana's hand. Lorana was impressed with Diana's physical strength and her force-of-will.
"Do you know why your mother needs the belt of Hera to maintain her Amazonian strength?" Lorana asked.
"Uhnnnnhhh, no... I never asked... and mmmmmfff... she never volunteered the inf... unnhunnfunnh..." Diana started to ride the waves of passion.
Lorana extracted her fingers from Diana's pussy.
"NO," Lorana said. "You do not get to cum."
Diana began whining.
"Your mother has no remaining Amazonian power," Lorana said. "Did she ever tell you about your sister?"
"Unnnh... do you mean D... Donna?" Diana asked the question in reference to her sister who used to be called Wonder Girl. More recently, Donna Troy had taken on the persona Troia.
Diana's eyes looked pleadingly from Lorana's eyes to her fingers, which glistened with Diana's pussy juice.
Lorana put her sopping-wet fingers into Diana's mouth.
"Suck that juice off my fingers," Lorana said.
Diana began sucking greedily, cleaning her own love-juice off of Lorana's fingers. Lorana had to admit, the feeling of Diana sucking her fingers was very tittilating.
"So, Diana, do you know why your mother wears the belt of Hera?"
Diana shook her head, but kept sucking greedily.
"Let me tell you a little story," Lorana said, reaching down with her available hand and tweaking a nipple. "Once there was an Amazonian woman who ran with the gods. She was more than a mere mortal but less than a goddess. But she was beautiful beyond compare. All the goddesses were jealous of her beauty, and all the gods craved her loins. She never let a god bed her, however, because she knew she would lose her Amazonian strength.
"One day, Hera offered her a trade: She could sleep with all the horny gods, and in exchange, Hera would bless her with a belt that would allow her to retain her Amazonian strength. Well, let me tell you, that amazon woman went fucking berserk, fucking and sucking all the gods she could get her hands or pussy wrapped around. Greek gods, Roman gods, Norse gods... there was no stopping her fuck-a-thon."
Diana kept sucking. Lorana withdrew her fingers from Diana's mouth and returned it to her pubic mound.
"You're doing a good job of listening, sister," she said, rubbing Diana's clit again. "Anyway, this Amazonian woman soon was with child. I mean, what could you expect? She was like a fucking whore, just taking as much godly cock as she could fit into her virgin cunt. In case you haven't figured it out, yet, Diana, the Amazonian slut was named Hippolyta, and she named her god-child Lorana."
Diana's eyes opened in shock, but soon, the overwhelming force of sexual energy caused them to close again.
"You see, Wond-Whore Woman, I am your sister... well, your half-sister at any rate," Lorana sneered. " But while mother made you from clay and blood, and breathed life into you, I have the blood of gods flowing in me. And the really funny part is, I don't even know who my father is. You see, our mother was giving it up so much, it was like a fucking orgy in her pussy, in her ass, in her mouth. She couldn't get enough god-cock. She was covered in godly jizz for so long, she probably looked like a fucking used condom!"