Wonder Woman in… HOW MANY?!
By The Hound
Wonder Woman was suddenly keenly alert, but totally disoriented.
She was in almost perfect darkness. And she was soaking wet.
She was alarmed to realize she could not move her arms or legs. She knew she was on her back, her head supported by some unseen cushion. She could tell her arms were bound tightly behind her with strong cord. She couldn't see her feet but felt like they were horizontal in front of her somewhere in the darkness. She had to assume they were bound also, but not together. She could sense that her legs were apart, her knees bent at 90 degrees.
Having assessed her current situation, the Amazon was unfazed, supremely confident. She decided it was time to take a more active role in exploring her surroundings. First, to dispense with her bindings, she flexed her powerful shoulders.
Only… nothing happened. No snapping sound. The cord held.
The princess took a deep breath and put some effort into it. With exquisite coordination, she heaved at her bonds, rippling her deltoids, pectorals and abdominal muscles.
Nothing. She couldn't move her arms a millimeter.
How could this be? She could've snapped anchor chain with that effort.
The heroine took several deep breaths, and focused her mind. "One… two… THREEEE-HUUUNNNHHHH!" she grunted loudly as she threw her entire body into one all-out effort against the binding cord.
Nothing! The only sound in the blackness was her own heavy breathing, which quickly returned to normal. She could feel a few beads of sweat form on her forehead, her upper lip, between her breasts… Her breasts…? Wonder Woman suddenly released she could feel her breath on her breasts. She rubbed her bicep against her side, but all she could feel was skin-on-skin. Her bustier was gone.
Wonder Woman's brow furrowed as she realized the situation may be more serious than she first supposed. Where was she, and how had she gotten here? She had no memory of a battle. What was the last thing she could remember? She remembered waking Friday morning, showering and dressing for her job at IADC. She remembered leaving her apartment, and crossing the hall to the elevator. She could remember boarding the elevator and pressing the button for the lobby.
And that was it. She couldn't remember getting off the elevator. Her next memory was waking up in this lightless room.
Could the elevator button have been booby-trapped - delivering an incapacitating electric shock? Or could the elevator have been filled with an invisible, odorless gas? Either possibility would've required considerable planning and expense, and certainly suggested that the perpetrator knew for whom they were setting this elaborate trap. She had to assume her secret identity had been compromised.
That was about all her memories and intelligence could surmise. She decided to explore as much as she could about her physical surroundings.
She thought she could feel her boots. She couldn't specifically feel any bonds on her legs, so she assumed that they were applied to the outside of her boots. She could rock her foot back and forth slightly, heel-to-toe, as though her foot was resting on a bar, or in a… stirrup? Wonder Woman realized the position she was in felt slightly familiar. It was similar to the position she would assume in an Ob/Gyn's office for the purpose of a gynecological exam… her legs bent up halfway to her chest, her feet elevated in stirrups, her head resting on a raised cushion… everything except her arms being bound behind her. Suddenly, a cold ball formed in the pit of her stomach. Gynecological exam…?! Wonder Woman shifted her ass back and forth a few inches on what felt like a padded table. It sure felt like… leather against her bare ass. Her shorts were gone! The amazon struggled to swallow, her throat constricting. She couldn't remember ever feeling more helpless… naked, her legs spread, her vagina and breasts presented for examination, bound by bonds she couldn't break, blind… helpless.
"AAAGGGHHH" she screamed, but not from fear or pain. She listened carefully to the echo of her scream. She could tell she was in a small space, not much bigger than the average office. She could tell the walls and floor were hard-surfaced, probably mostly bare. And, from the lack of reaction to her powerful scream, she deduced the room was either soundproof… or very remote.
Her eyes had dilated to their full capabilities. The room was not perfectly dark. There was a dull golden glow beneath her… Just then, the room was filled with blinding blue-white light. The heroine clenched her eyes tight against the glare, then blinked them slowly open.
She was staring up at a white tile ceiling with four fluorescent fixtures. She looked around at the three walls she could see - plain beige walls, featureless. She looked down, through the valley of her own naked breasts, between her own spread legs, and saw a single, solid door, facing dead center at her spread vagina.
She gasped as she noticed the knob on the door start to turn… Her heart raced as the door began to move inward… She blushed crimson as she saw the shadow of an obviously male profile fall on the wall… She bit her lip, as the door swung fully open, revealing the face of her captor… She gasped as she recognized… Louie the Lilac?! "Hello, Wonder Whore!" Louie said, beaming from ear to ear.
Wonder Woman was incredulous. Louie the Lilac?! How could her captor be Louie the Lilac? He was a minor operator -- not especially bright or powerful -- without one-tenth the resources of a Luthor or Joker. How could Louie the Lilac have succeeded were so many others… so many better men… had failed? "H-how?" she finally gasped aloud.
" 'How'd a dumbshit lowlife like you capture my magnificent self'? Is that what you're trying to ask, Juggsy? Well, that's my little secret, bitch. " Louie had walked into the room and was standing right beside the amazon, so close his cigar ashes fell between her breasts. Louie brushed his velvet-gloved hand through her cavernous cleavage.
Wonder Woman flinched at his touch. "Don't you dare touch me, Louie, you degenerate. You'd better release me at once, or I'll pound your worthless hide into a greasy -- <GASP!>" Louie grabbed her right breast in his right hand and squeezed the massive mammary like Popeye trying to open a can of spinach. "Shut up, Wonder-boobies. I'm giving the orders here, see?" he said and leaned down and started chewing on her nipple like it was bubble gum.
"
"HA…
Louie suddenly stepped away from her and Wonder Woman gasped as she saw him start to unfasten his pants.
"N-now… Louie… d-don't you d-dare…" Wonder Woman stammered, trying to ignore the fire in her loins. "If you touch me, I promise you… <OH MY GOD!>" the Amazon exclaimed as Louie's hard penis came into view. It was enormous - had to be over 10" long and as thick as her arm.
"Yeah, Fuckhole, that's right. I can tell you want to take a ride on Louie's big
bone. They all do. Even a stuck-up cunt like you has to pay her respects to a
cock like this. " Wonder Woman felt moisture trickle through the folds of her
pussy, but she refused to give in to her desires. "I'll… I'LL KILL YOU. So help
me, if you t-touch me, I'll hunt you down and…
Louie was grinding his cockhead against the heroine's damp opening.
"
"What are you trying to say
"<HUNGGHH…. UUNGGHH>" Wonder Woman moaned as her twat was stretched to the max.
She felt Louie leaning into her with all his body weight, and felt his cock slip
deeper into her tight hole… one inch… two inches… "God, you easy cunt, you're
sopping wet. Good thing, too. You're so
"HA-HA… Look at you, you total skank! One stroke and you pop your nut. Better pace yourself, you stupid fuck-toy, cause I plan on being in the saddle a lo-o-o-ng time. " And he was. Louie fucked the super-heroine for hours. He fucked her pussy. He fucked her ass. He fucked her skull. And she kept coming, every few minutes, each orgasm more powerful, more humiliating than the last. She was driven out of her mind by his cock. She was fucked so completely out of her head, she never thought to bite him when he shoved that huge schlong down her throat and made her gag. He tit-fucked her, throat-fucked her, he came on her beautiful face, he came in her mouth. And she just kept coming.
After hours of turning the princess every way but loose, Louie was back in her pussy, slamming her still glove-tight cunt with long powerful strokes. He was pulling himself up onto her body with a vise-like grip on her nipples. He was staring right in her face and she was trying to meet his gaze, but her eyes were slightly crossed by the imminent arrival of another orgasm.
"Who's your daddy, whore? Huh? Who's your daddy? Come on, cum-dumpster. Say it.
Say it!" "
Louie picked up his pants and shuffled out the door.
A few minutes passed. Wonder Woman lay on the exam table, still bound, cum glazing her face and breasts and leaking from every hole. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
She heard the door open again. Through her euphoric daze, she raised her head to look to see what was happening. She was still too groggy from dozens of orgasms to react much, but she recognized the man with the garden hose who came through the door. It was hard not to recognize the powder-white skin, the emerald green hair, the maniacal, ever-present smile of the Joker. Even in her semi-conscious state, the sight of that sadistic fiend in her vulnerable position made her shiver.
The Joker turned on the hose and Wonder Woman screamed. The water was ice-cold. The Joker laughed insanely as he systematically blasted all of Louie's cum from her body.
"Hoo-hoo. Louie really did a number on you, Blunder Woman, you are one royal
mess. I'll give him one thing, that boy has stamina.
"Oh, that's right. You don't remember. <HA-HA-HA… > But, surely, you don't think Louie was the first? No, sweetie, I… your old buddy, Joker… was the first. For real. We had a great time. Then, let's see, who was your second… oh, that's right, that was ME again, HA-HA-HA. Or should I say, I was your first, again? In fact, I was your first twenty-five… no, wait, twenty-six times. Almost forgot about our little session this morning. " What the hell was this lunatic babbling about? Wonder Woman was having a hard time concentrating. The Joker had narrowed the powerful stream to a tight focus, and was keeping it steady on her clit. The cold water was pulsating, pushing the exhausted amazon towards still another unwelcome orgasm.
"This is kind of like that carnival game where you have to be the first to pop
your balloon. If I keep this up, will your tits explode? HOO-HOO-HOO! Anyway,
eventually, a guy gets bored of the same old cunt, even a cunt as spectacularly
tight as yours. So, I called up my buddy, Lex Luthor and made him a proposition.
I charged Luthor ten million bucks for the privilege of popping your cherry. He
was a little suspicious, I think, but you were so convincing, insisting you were
a virgin, begging him not to soil you… he bought the whole story. So did Mr.
Freeze and then Scarecrow. I'm not sure if Two-Face was totally fooled, he's
always so hard to read - and yet, so predictable. I mean, were you really
surprised that he could only get off through Double Penetration?
HOO-HOO-HA-HA-HA!!" "They each paid ten million, and they each think they were
your first.
The Joker reached under the table and pulled out a length of rope, with a ghostly golden glow. "Luckiest day of my life when I managed to lasso you with your own rope, Wonder-titties. This thing is amazing. You can't break it. And you listen so well when I hold it and talk to you. Man, the look on your face is so priceless, it makes my dick hard. " My lasso! The realization hit Wonder Woman between the eyes like a sledgehammer. No wonder I couldn't break free! And with it, he can make me… forget! Oh, my god! What has he made me forget?! How many others were there before Louie?! How long have I been here?! "Time for your instructions, Ass-fuck. When I turn out the light, you will forget everything that happened after 8:00 am, Friday, May 13th, 2005 - a random moment on a random day. You will feel fresh as a daisy. You will be a virgin, again. You are the mightiest, most stuck-up heroine on earth. You hate criminals -- but they make you hot. You will orgasm every three minutes that they touch you. And, oh yes, you've forgotten all about your lasso, and its enchantment. " The Joker chuckled to himself as he tucked the golden lasso back under the table out of sight, straightened Wonder Woman's tiara, gave her stiff nipple a playful twist - and then a juicy 5,000 volt zap with his Killer Joy Buzzer, and walked to the door. He turned and said, "Next up, … well, let's not spoil the surprise. But, I'll tell you one thing. Compared to this bruiser, Louie was what you'd call 'phallicly-challenged'… HOO-HOO-CACKLE-CACKLE… His laugh echoed in the room even after he had closed the door.
Wonder Woman laid on the table, her heart beating in terror. Could it be true?!
Had Luthor fucked her… into submission? Had Killer Croc made her call him
"Daddy"? What about that disgusting Penguin? Or
Wonder Woman was suddenly keenly alert, but totally disoriented.
She was in almost perfect darkness. And she was soaking wet…