Ms. Americana vs the Impostor Part 9: Enter Wonder Woman

Our Story Thus Far: Nightmare Witch has transformed the Geek into the likeness of a mighty superhero, Danger Man, in order to have him infiltrate the heroines' base on her behalf. Using the hero's stolen good looks and fame, plus the improbably huge wang a horny Nightmare Witch could not resist adding on as a bonus, Danger Geek has fucked his way through basically every single heroine in Delta City, up to and including Ms. Americana herself, and helped himself to all of their bikinis as trophies of his conquest. Finally, having concluded his tryst with the Queen of Justice herself within her apartments (with the rest of her team waiting naked outside) before he can make his escape the door slides open and, to their horror, the two watch a furious Wonder Woman (who sent the real Danger Man to inspect the heroines' base, before he was intercepted by the villains) strut in, look down upon them, and glare.

Author's Note - sorry for the long delay on this one readers; I made some small changes that ballooned into major rewrites. The next few should chapters should come out quickly, as they were part of the same process. Speaking of rewrites, Wonder Woman, like most heroes, has gone through a ton of costume and power variants over the years. I'm using my favorite, the 'Aphrodite's Law' versions of Wonder Woman's powers, where she loses her strength when bound by a man rather than getting it from her belt. I also usually assume her lasso 'merely' enforces truth upon those it binds, rather than granting outright mind control, since I find the former more interesting to write. Visually I'm basing her primarily on Mr. X's own spectacular wwwalk and wwbound animations. Please email me at violatoremail@gmx.com with any feedback or comments.

Ms. Americana and Danger Man stared up at the towering Princess of the Amazons in disbelief. Hanging down between them, the Geek's long limp penis wiggled atop Americana's broad flat belly like a nervous worm trapped beneath a hungry eagle. As it did so, one last bit of cum oozed from his tip, and trickled down onto her flesh. Meanwhile, between her spread thighs a glistening streamer of the Geek's cum welled up out of the quivering depths of Ms. Americana's slit and drooled down her ravaged lips to trickle, glistening, onto her ass.

Standing over them and seething, though her view of his shaft was blocked by his thigh, Wonder Woman could easily see both trickling tell-tale streamers of cum. Her eyes darkened, like a disappointed school-mistress looking down upon her two brightest pupils who she had just caught red-handed with their clothes half-off after class. Her hands, resting atop her buxom star-spangled-panty-clad hips, trembled with fury.

“I would ask what you two were doing,” she hissed. “But I’m afraid I already know.”

The sound of her voice broke the spell that had kept both Americana and Danger Man frozen. With two great cries, his deep and hers high-pitched, Americana and Danger Man leaped apart, shoved up off her bed and whirled to tremble before the mighty Amazon. They stood side by side before her, naked, like students called to the carpet before their principal.

As the pair of trapped super-beings composed themselves, Wonder Woman briefly turned, stalked over to the computer and, with a stab of her finger, shut down the moist moaning footage. As she did so she kept her glaring blue eyes on them, sparing not a single glance for the screen. Having already gotten all the information she needed from her interrogation of the naked heroines outside the Amazon Princess wasn't going to expose her sacred eyes to a single frame of such filth unless absolutely necessary. Then, whirling back around she stalked back over to stand before the naked hero and heroine pair. Folding her arms beneath her enormous bustier-clad breasts, she fixed them with a burning glare and - in an old interrogation trick - remained silent, waiting for them to blurt their stories out first.

Brenda played to her script perfectly. “Wonder Woman!” the Queen of Justice gasped, trying desperately to brush her sweaty sex-tousled hair back into a semblance of its usual impeccable styling. “I can explain! You see… we… uh…” But her luscious lips trembled to silence, twisting together and quivering through an uncomfortable moan, as words failed her. Fortunately, the Geek was on hand to save the day.

"That's okay, Ms. Americana," Danger Man suddenly said. Lifting a hand, he waved it in front of her face - shushing the shocked, gasping Queen of Justice into silence. "This is between Wonder Woman and me, not you," he said. He smirked, as putting the naked heroine in her place restored a bit of his self-confidence, making his dick twitch between his legs. "Why don't you be a good little super-heroine," he purred to her, in the same tone a 50's businessman might use to dictate to his busty under-dressed secretary, "and go make us each a drink?"

Ms. Americana gasped. Her head whirled to gape at the smirking hero, shocked. Then, her head whirling back, she gaped at Wonder Woman - waiting for what she did not doubt would be an explosion from the mighty Amazon to hear her female subordinate ordered about in such a nakedly sexist manner.

But instead, she found Wonder Woman's face trembling with a different sort of fury. "Do as you're told, Americana," Diana growled - her burning blue eyes never leaving Danger Man's insolently smirking face. Danger Man's words may have been intensely chauvinist and degrading - something the Amazon would have to deal with soon enough - but her fury at her traitorous subordinate burned deep enough she was not about to pass up a chance to put her in her place.

Americana gasped. Her blue eyes blinked wide behind her mask, gaping at Wonder Woman in disbelief. Then, with a humiliated whimper, she bowed her head, and folded her hands meekly before her drooling, hero-conquered pussy. "Y-yes, mistress..." she whispered. Turning, a blush spreading across her masked cheeks, her dick-destabilized hips waddled away towards her en-suite minibar to do as she had been told.

Left alone together at last, Danger Man and the Amazon gazed into one another’s' eyes for several seconds... the smirking hero and the furious busty heroine locked in a momentary battle of wills, each daring the other to break. He had never stripped so his body, though sweaty, was mostly still clad in his costume - though the front of his trunks were down, letting his huge cock dangle naked between his legs. Finally, after several seconds of unblinking glaring, Diana caved at last and spoke.

"Pardon me Danger Man, but I appear to be confused," Wonder Woman said - her voice deceptively calm but her lips trembling with fury.

Looking away momentarily, she raised a metaphorical hand and swept it around to take in the vast base surrounding them.

"The Global Council sent you here to inspect our only female teams' protocols," she continued, stridently. "Not their bodies, nor their costumes, nor their wombs. Yet I stop by unannounced - as is my right, as their sponsor, I remind you,' she said, raising a pointed finger and thrusting it into his chest, "to observe the conclusion of your inspection. And what do I find?" She spread both hands apart, palms up. "Not only have you apparently spent far more time getting busy in their bedrooms than anything that could remotely be called 'inspecting' anything other than their bodies!"

But as she chewed him out, Wonder Woman could not resist taking advantage of her position. Thrilling in her opportunity to finally give the arrogant hero the dressing-down he deserved, the mighty Amazon repeatedly let her eyes dart down - stealing little glimpses of his pecs, his biceps, and his abs, as she put that magnificent body in its place. Then at last, in the middle of her tirade, she could hold back no more. She let her eyes dip ever so briefly down between his legs, to sneak a peek at the main event.

"Not only that," she hissed, eyes flashing just before they took their little jaunt downward. "But! I literally walk in to find you in bed with the leader of very the team that you were sent to inspect. So tell me, what- oh GODDESS!"

She had intended it to be just a quick little glance - but a momentary flicker of her eyeballs, when he wasn't looking. But the moment they arrived her blue eyes immediately froze, and spread wide in shock.

"Oh, my GOD!" the mighty Amazon gasped. The climax of her rehearsed angry speech vanished from her head in an instant, driven from her virginal mind by the enormous beast she found filling her gaze. "D-Danger Man!" she gasped, one hand shooting up to clutch at her giant bosom in shock, while the other pointed down like a Victorian maid who'd just spotted the world's biggest rat. "Is... is... is that really your PENIS?!!" she squealed.

Danger Geek glanced down briefly, looked back up at her stunned and gaping face, and smirked. "Yes," he said.

Wonder Woman gasped softly. A strange ringing had suddenly filled her virginal head, making it hard to think. But through it she could still recognize the hero's gloating tone. A slight blush spread across her cheeks... blue eyes still glued to his giant penis. Her eyes darted up studiously to his face. "Has... has it always been so..." she whispered, and then, unable to help herself, dropped her gaze back down to his dong. Her voice trailing off, she licked her lips and gaped in awe as her eyes slowly traced down the immense length of veiny shaft separating his enormous balls from his giant flared tip. When she reached the end she gasped softly, her eyes glued to his monstrous tip as it swayed. "So... huge?" she finished softly. Her hands trembled, one upon her giant rack and the other clutching at her buxom hip - and the lower one slipped forward to trace a single finger, nervously, up and down the sleek sheer surface of her star-spangled panties.

Danger Geek shrugged, and grinned. The awed Amazonian attention towards his dick made it twitch, and swell. "Maybe," he cooed, teasingly. Wonder Woman gasped as she watched the huge thing stir, and start to rise up... directly towards the crotch of her skimpy silk panties, like a predator sniffing for its favorite prey. "How would you know?" he purred, gloatingly.

Wonder Woman took a deep breath and then, stinging at his tone as if swatted upon her giant star-spangled ass, finally tore her eyes away from his big penis and got them back on his face. Her suspicious glare slowly returned to her beautiful face - now that his gigantic dick no longer filled every inch of her sheltered virginal mind.

"Because," she said, her hands going to her hips and her voice growing arch the longer she was free of looking at his dick, "I have seen the front of your trunks before. I have seen the little tent that sprouts upon your crotch every time I have been standing in front of you for a minute or two, my ass before your eyes." Hands still at her curvy hips, she raised a single slender finger, as if to demonstrate. "Or, she continued, "whenever Power Girl has been waving that slutty boob-window of hers back and forth in front of your face, or that klutz Supergirl 'accidentally' dropped something and then bent down right in front of you, so you could see up under that tiny skirt she wears. I have seen the little sapling you sprout down there, when you think I do not see you staring at our bodies. It could not be more than two inches long; three at the most, like a stubbed pencil. Not... not..."

Her eyes briefly dipped back down. Unable to help herself, her mouth briefly spread wide and she gaped at his swelling anaconda in awe - for even as she spoke it had gotten even larger, and now swayed back and forth, like a lazy serpent seeking its next meal - directly towards the scoop-front center of her little famous star-spangled panties. "Not this... this MONSTER!" she said, pointing, before, with a deep breast-sloshing breath, she finally snapped her eyes up once more to glare in fury into his face.

“Oh,” the Geek said. "Right."

'Shit,' he thought. 'Hoisted by Danger Man's own super-speedos... and his little teeny-weeny.' He thought fast. This was a bit difficult now that Wonder Woman's piercing gaze was once more drilling like an orbital laser into his face, rather than caressing in gratifying wonder up and down his long twitching dick. But he tried his best.

"I...uh... confronted this villain in his base recently. He, uh, hit me with this evil ray..." he said, stumbling straight into the first excuse that crossed his head. "He thought it would neutralize my powers. But... instead it interacted with them, and, uh, and made my dick get super-huge." Pausing, he rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly into her gorgeous, suspiciously-staring face. "Just... just one of those super-things," he said, shrugging his massive arms before her. "Sure is swell being one of the good guys, huh?" he asked, grinning.

Wonder Woman's eyes narrowed. "Not usually," she said. Folding her arms beneath her immense golden-eagle-decorated breasts, she allowed her eyes to dip ever so briefly downwards, and then snapped them up again to glare into his face.

"What was this villain's name?" she asked.

"Uh... Doctor Enlargo," he said, once more going with the first thing that popped into his head.

"Where is he now?" she asked. "Did you arrest him?"

"He, uh, jumped into a vat of chemicals to escape me. Then his, uh, base exploded. I'm sure we've seen the last of him."

"Oh, of course," Wonder Woman said, rolling her eyes. Still, too many similarly outrageous events had happened to her for her to discount the flimsy story out of hand. Superheroes, for all their infamous lack of compensation in their pants, did lead interesting lives. Twisting her lip, she looked him up and down - which was a mistake, as her head got light the moment her gaze strayed close enough to even make out his now fully hardened and eagerly twitching monster in her peripheral vision.

"When did this happen?" she asked, suspiciously. "I saw you this morning and you... I mean, it looked normal then. Teeny little weenie and all." Her voluptuous star-spangled ass squirmed briefly back and forth, before his twitching monster, as she admitted the attentiveness of her gaze to Danger Man's morning wood, even despite its unimpressive former size.

"Um..." the Geek said, thinking fast. "Actually, I stopped to beat that dude up on my way here," the Geek said, hastily. "I, uh, figured I could fuck two cunts with one... I mean, kill two birds with one stone."

Wonder Woman's face twisted. "This morning?" she asked, sharply.

Her arms, folded beneath her breasts, tightened. It was a gesture of suspicion - but had the side effect of puffing up her enormous breasts towards his face, and made her deep cleavage jostle spectacularly between her giant, straining golden cups. This time it was his turn to have his eyes involuntarily drop and widen, staring down into her vast jiggling jugs in awe. He too quickly got his eyes back up - just in time to hear what she was saying, rather than have it get pushed out of his mind in turn by a tide of titanic titty.

"So that means," Wonder Woman said, smirking - instantly more comfortable now that she was the one catching chauvinist perverts staring at her own stupendous endowments, as usual - "that this new 'gift' of yours has not itself been properly inspected by the council! That's... that's a big, big, BIG problem, Danger Man!" she said, sharply.

As it happened, the Amazon's outburst came just as Americana's svelte naked body hobbled back up to them. Her buxom hips hobbled gingerly - her normal powerful rolling gate still utterly ruined by her time riding Danger Man's huge cock. She had a freshly made drink clutched in each of her trembling gloved hands, to either side of her enormous, naked wobbling breasts. The objection caught her by surprise.

"Inspection?" Brenda asked, curiously, as she came to a halt just to one side of them - a full glass waiting patiently in each hand.

Turning her head, Diana gave her incriminated subordinate a brief, irritated glance. But she was not annoyed enough to let an opportunity to lecture stridently at a lesser being pass. "Yes," she said, archly. "All such 'mutations'," she continued, eyeing Americana's gaping masked face coolly, "must be inspected by a properly-endowed hero or heroine, to ensure they are not part of some villainous subterfuge, or new genetic plague, or what have you. For example once, one of Batman's balls swelled up to thrice the size of the other, and it turned out to be an alien parasite. He was so proud and vain, he ran around Gotham with an obviously lopsided bulge in his little briefs for three weeks, before we finally got it taken care of."

"The same principle," she continued, lifting her chin high as fem-splaining continued to restore her customary pride and self-assurance, after the metaphorical beating it had taken getting caught staring at a sexist creep's cock, "lies behind your team's annual inspections. This is all doubly critical when the mutation in question lies upon a member of the council, himself. Like, say Danger Man here. Which, as a member, he should know better than anyone!" she snapped. She whirled back to face him, her face etched with fury.

But amidst the Amazon's supercilious lecture, the Geek heard only one word. As her gorgeous face turned back to glare at him, he cracked a huge grin back. "So am I hearing properly? You want to inspect my dick, baby?" he cooed at her.

Wonder Woman's jaw dropped, and quivered. She shook her head, her eyes going wide. "No, no!" she gasped, quickly. Her eyes dropped briefly, and she licked her lips, before getting them back firmly on his face. She waved a hand, desperately, as if trying to bat the suggestion away... or something else she might have briefly imagined waving back and forth in her face. "A... a man should do it," she said, swiftly, her voluptuous star-spangled hips squirming. "Mr. Fantastic. Doctor Strange. One... one of those types!"

But at the Amazon's objections the Geek's mocking smirk, worn upon Danger Man's handsome mug, only grew broader. "What's the matter, Diana?" he cooed. "I thought you could do anything a man could do, only better. Is that a lie?"

Wonder Woman swallowed. Her mighty buxom body briefly quivered, finding its star-spangled curves caught in a rhetorical vice. "No. I... I can..." she admitted, slowly. "But..." she said, and then failed to finish the sentence as, after a brief dart of her eyes downward to his giant member, her throat suddenly became dry.

Danger Man chuckled. "Well, well, well," he cooed, sneering at her. "Is the Princess of the Amazons so scared of a penis, she can't even bear to look at - or touch - it, without losing it?" he asked.

Wonder Woman stiffened. Her hands dropped down to rest upon her buxom hips, and drawing herself up to her full height, she glared at him haughtily. "Ab... absolutely not!" she hissed, into the smug, handsome hero's face. Her fingers trembled, with anger, on the skimpy hip-straps of her panties. "The myth of a man with a 'magic penis' that can overwhelm a woman with desire is just that - a sexist, patriarchal myth!" she insisted, stridently.

The familiarity of the feminist mantra caused her shaken self-confidence to swell back out throughout her mighty buxom body, and her chin lifted higher, proudly, before him.

"There is nothing it can do to me - it has no..." In mid-tirade, her eyes made the mistake of darting down, and getting a glimpse. She paused momentarily, a quiver running up her voluptuous ass. Then her eyes darted up to his face. "No power over me whatsoever," she insisted - her strident tone and righteous glare both doubling, to make up for her momentary slip.

Danger Man smirked. "Well then, there shouldn't be a problem should there?" he cooed.

Wonder Woman gaped back, the color slowly draining from her gorgeous face as she realized she'd been out-witted. She instantly blamed the distraction that still loomed in the back of her pretty head - even when she wasn't looking at it directly.

The Geek stepped closer to the two women - so close that, to both heroines' astonishment, the tip of his huge penis suddenly nuzzled directly against the center of Wonder Woman's star spangled panties. Ms. Americana gasped, eyes blinking in shock. Wonder Woman quivered, staring down in disbelief. But her mighty hands, though they trembled upon her buxom hips, made no move to intervene - even as the hero's giant cock-head caressed lazily back and forth across the sheer surface of her famous panties. Though whether her trembling fingers remained in place out of a desire to appear impervious, or because the mighty virgin was too terrified to lay a single finger upon his giant cock, it was impossible to say.

Grinning, his huge penis twitching eagerly against the Amazon's silky flesh, the Geek justified the move by reaching his hand out - and seizing hold of the drink Ms. Americana had prepared for him. The Queen of Justice gasped softly, eyes blinking up at him in awe - at his balls if nothing else - as he tore frosty highball glass from her limp and trembling fingers. Then, with a last smirk into Wonder Woman's face, the Geek turned away - his massive dick caressing down and across her sleek panties one last time in the process - and strutted off to the couch that lay along one side of the room.

"You want my dick inspected," he said, turning and sinking down onto it. He spread his arms wide along the back of the couch, and his legs wider - leaving his huge penis to pulse and twitch gloatingly, towering up before the mighty Amazon. "You're the only member of the council here," he said, swirling his drink. "What's the matter? Waiting any longer could be dangerous, right? So it's your duty - now woman up and do it!"

Grinning up into their gorgeous gaping faces after delivering his coup de grace, leering like James Bond at a shapely beauty whose dress had just hit the floor, the Geek took a sip of his drink - and nearly choked. It took all of Danger Man's enhanced willpower not to audibly gag. 'Fuck!' he thought, finally dropping his gaze down to his drink, as he felt the burn slide down his throat.

Since he hadn't given her an order, Ms. Americana had gone online to look up what Danger Man had said in his many interviews was his favorite drink. Which meant what the Geek had just poured down his throat was straight 18-year Scotch on the rocks, instead of his own usual of rum and Mountain Dew. 'Shit...' he thought, staring down into the glass in dismay.

Fortunately for him, the heroines were too busy staring in shock at his massive dick to notice the brief break of character. Wonder Woman's breath came fast and deep - leading to a delightful jostling of her immense bustier-straining rack. Then, she tossed her head, her lustrous dark hair swirling around her furious face, and glared daggers down at her rival. "Fine!" she finally spat.

Arm darting out behind her, Diana too seized the remaining glass held in Ms. Americana's trembling grip. Tearing it from her, she threw her head back and poured a glassful of deep red wine from the isle of Lesbos down in one gulp. Then, having loaded up on liquid courage, she handed the empty glass back to the astonished Queen of Justice. Wiping her full red lip clear, she glared down into Danger Man's eyes. "Let's do this," she growled.

The Geek grinned. "Be my guest, Princess," he purred. Both arms laid out lazily along the back of the couch, he gestured towards his dick with one hand while swirling his whiskey with the other.

For several seconds Wonder Woman seethed before him. Her buxom hips, clad in her star-spangled panties, swayed back and forth before him.

"What are you waiting for?" the Geek cooed, after waiting a bit, impatiently. His dick twitched and pulsed in eager anticipation. "A signed invitation?" he asked.

"Nothing," she hissed, her eyes flashing.

Her fingers trembled, for one last second, upon her well-rounded hips. Then, with a deep sigh, her knees buckled and she sank slowly downward. The Geek watched, leering eagerly, as Diana's famous star-spangled pelvis slowly descended before him. Finally, her muscular buns arrived atop her boots. Upon her knees, Diana lifted her head as high as she could, and glared.

"This isn't going to be a pleasure tour," she promised. Her voluptuous star-spangled ass wiggled atop her boots, while her gorgeous tiara-crowned face glared up into his eyes - his enormous pulsing penis now looming directly between them. "Just a brief... if thorough inspection," she said, her breath catching momentarily as her eyes darted down to focus on his huge tool.

Danger Man smirked. "Stop stalling, and do it," he told her. Then, leaning back, he rested his head on the back of the couch and looked at the ceiling. He smiled. He figured that without his leering masculine gaze to distract her, the shapely Amazon would be left with nothing to fixate on but his cock.

He was right. Freed of Danger Man's continuous male gaze Wonder Woman dropped her eyes back to his penis... and stared, a soft gasp instantly husking through her full red lips. The defiance draining off her face, she panted softly, her breath suddenly light, as her blue eyes slowly traced up and down it.

"Oh... oh Goddess..." she whispered softly, squirming slightly upon her knees - staring at his penis.

It had been a long time - almost a whole minute - since the buxom beauty had last rested her eyes upon the hero's dick. Staring up it, for a moment the gaping star-spangled heroine felt like a female mountain climber, kneeling at the very base of El Capitan. Her eyes darted down, and then up. His balls, loaded with potent seed, hung like hairy grapefruits directly before her deep jiggling cleavage. His shaft extended up from below her chin to above the top of her head... and her blue eyes took in every inch as they slowly traced up it. Above her loomed the piece de resistance - his massive, spearhead-shaped cock-head. As soon as she laid eyes upon it, the virgin Amazon could not help but imagine what such a monster would feel like plunging up inside her untouched and untested sacred vagina. "Hera..." she whispered softly, her voluptuous star-spangled ass wiggling pneumatically against her heels.

Then, lifting her chin, she got a hold of herself. Glaring up like an avenging goddess at the hero's helplessly twitching schlong, she finally reached out and laid her hand upon it.

She promptly gasped, softly. Her fingers trembled, upon the side of his veiny shaft. Her blue eyes blinked wide, staring in disbelief at the sight of her own hand upon a man's penis. She trembled, her giant tits sloshing gloriously in her straining bustier. Then, swallowing deeply, she got a hold of herself - and began to lightly stroke, a few inches at a time, up and down his gigantic shaft.

"Mmmm..." the Geek purred, as he felt her fingers fondling around the midpoint of his dick. He rolled his head back and forth, slightly, upon the back of the couch.

Wonder Woman squirmed, and panted softly for breath, at the hero's obvious pleasure. Her virgin fingers twitched upon his cock. Then her face darkened. "Go ahead, and enjoy," she cooed - unnecessarily - as her star-spangled ass squirmed in a little closer between his feet. "It won't affect my devotion to... to my duty." Putting her other hand upon her dick, she wrapped her fingers around him until his veiny girth was clutched inside her palms - and gasped, softly, as she discovered that his monstrous penis was so thick her fingers still could not close around him. Then, with both hands on his dick and her gorgeous face hovering an inch away, she slowly began stroking up and down his enormous veiny shaft - her gentle fingertips tracing along it delicately as they inspected it for signs of evil.

Hidden from her view, facing to the ceiling, a gigantic grin slowly spread across the Geek's face, as her fingers explored his dick. 'God damn...' he thought, as he felt Wonder Woman's curious hands slowly, lightly tracing up and down his thick beast - trembling in uncharacteristic awe each time they encountered one of his immense throbbing veins. 'This is so sweet!' he thought, and barely managed to keep a rumbling chuckle from rolling out of his mighty chest.

Wonder Woman, squirming upon her knees and her face focused intently on his cock, could not see his smile. Americana, standing behind her, could. Brenda gasped softly, her eyes widening in shock behind her mask, as she realized how much Danger Man was enjoying having tricked Wonder Woman into giving him a tender handjob. But, having been shushed to silence she squirmed in her nakedness and said nothing. A shining trickle of moisture ran out of her pussy and rolled down the inside of her thigh as she watched Wonder Woman's hands delicately stroke the 'hero's' gigantic cock.

Oblivious to both their reactions, Wonder Woman's face remained utterly engrossed in her task as she slowly stroked her fingers up and down Danger Man's gigantic dick. The virgin heroine had never touched a penis before... and Danger Geek's enormously swollen member was a hell of a place to start. She sighed softly, eyes blinking wide, as she suddenly felt light-headed, and began to feel a mysterious warmth down between her legs. Then, with a soft gasp, she shook her head firmly - trying to clear it of the strange fuzzy warmth that had started to fill it.

"How... how many heroines has he... has he had his way with?" she asked, using the question to focus her thoughts as she slowly slid her fingertips up and down the gigantic twitching shaft.

Ms. Americana folded her hands behind her ample ass, and bowed her head. "Every... every last one of us, mistress," she admitted softly, her bare pussy glistening.

"G-Goddess..." Wonder Woman whispered, her face gaping in momentary awe. Her eyes flicked up and down the huge tool, as if seeing it for the first time. She had seen all the naked heroines clustered outside, of course. But she still had not quite believed - not truly - that this one huge penis had taken them all. Her right hand stroking around the upper foot of his giant dick, she slid her left down to gently cup and heft his enormous hairy balls. The Geek moaned with pleasure, as his potent nut-sacks were caressed by her slender, stroking fingers.

"Aph... Aphrodite preserve us," Wonder Woman whispered, as she stared at his giant balls quivering upon her hand. As before, they were far too big to get her fingers all the way around. Her mighty thighs squirmed together, nervously - squeezing in protectively tight around her star-spangled pussy. "They're... they're so heavy..." she whispered, as she hefted them gently. "The heroines he fucked..." she said, licking her lips and staring. "Did he... did he really plant his full load of semen inside all of them?"

Americana's hand dropped to her belly, and caressed across it... feeling the ache his massive pounding dick had left behind in her, along with the vast warmth of his gooey potent gift swarming inside her. "Yes, mistress," she whispered, softly.

"Goddess..." Wonder Woman whispered. She stroked the huge balls, and licked her lips. "How... how big was his discharge?" she asked. She gave him a gentle squeeze and stared, in awe, as his huge balls bulged through her fingers.

Ms. Americana squirmed. From her glistening pussy, another dollop of his seed slowly slid out, glistening upon her thigh. "Huge," she whispered, her thick slimy thighs rubbing tenderly together. "Like... like his penis was a firehose shooting inside me," she softly clarified.

"Goddess..." Wonder Woman whispered. She stared in awe as she rolled her fingers back and forth - watching his enormous balls ride atop them. "So many wombs taken..." she whispered. "So... so much semen, fired into so many vaginas. And yet his testes are still so... so full." She licked her lips, staring in awe. "He... he must be magic," she concluded, giving his enormous balls another gentle squeeze. Her voluptuous star-spangled hips wiggled, nervously, back and forth, atop her folded boots. "There's... there's simply no other explanation..." she said.

A huge grin slowly spread across the Geek's already smirking face. "I thought you said the 'magic penis' was a myth, babe," he cooed down at her, teasingly.

Wonder Woman gasped. Her eyes darted up from his dick and gave his distant face a furious glare. "Not... not that kind, you... you chauvinist prick!" she hissed. Her fingers trembled, in fury, upon his giant pulsing cock. "Besides - I'm talking about your balls, not your shaft!"

The Geek grinned. "Then maybe you need to pay some attention to that too, bitch," he purred. "Maybe you'll find its magic as well!"

"I... I will, you... pervert!" the Amazon hissed, her lips snarling, and her hands trembling upon his giant unit.

Then, squirming in agitation, she lifted her head and turned her attention to the upper foot of his inhumanly long shaft. Her lower hand was left to continue gently cupping and squeezing his gigantic nut-sack, seemingly of its own accord. Tiara-crowned face glaring with fury, the mighty Amazon slowly caressed her right up his monstrous shaft, until it reached his giant cock-head. The feeling and sight of it pulsing between her fingers then almost instantly drove anger and all other thought from her pretty virgin head, and she gasped, her blue eyes blinking wide.

"G-Goddess..." she whispered, softly, staring, as her fingertips traced slowly around the enormous flared crests of his gigantic glans. She swallowed, her throat suddenly feeling dry. "So... so big..." she whispered, "it's... it's not human." Lips hanging open, she slowly caressed up his glans to his tip. "It's... it's like he was designed to sweep lesser men's cum out of his conquests' vaginas," she whispered - her virginal mind, bereft of practical experience, tumbling back into her theoretical knowledge of the penis's evolutionary functions. Her voluptuous hips wiggled, with discomfort, atop her boots. "Maybe... maybe instead of magic, he's actually a mutant," she whispered, as doubt, among other things, swirled through her gorgeous head. "A superior predator..." she gasped, staring at him in awe, "perfectly evolved to steal the most coveted wombs from his inferior rivals..."

"Mmmm..." the Geek purred. His head rolled with pleasure on the back of the couch, as he enjoyed Diana's strokes. At the gratifying theories she was spinning, his huge cock twitched with glee between her daintily stroking fingertips. A pulse of warmth suddenly shot up him and moments later a large discharge of watery pre-cum poured out of his tip.

Wonder Woman gasped, wiggling upon her buxom star-spangled hips in shock. "What... what is this?!" she asked, startled, as her stroking fingers suddenly became moist. "Has... has he cum already?!" she said - shocked and dismayed.

Ms. Americana squirmed, and blushed. "No mistress," she said. "His cum is much thicker... and shoots out much, much farther," she explained to the gasping, inexperienced Amazon. "If he had cum, you would be covered in it." She swallowed, as she watched Wonder Woman's buxom body wiggle in shock at this news. "This is just a little lubrication that comes out when his penis starts getting excited..." she continued, "to let it slide into you more easily."

"Goddess..." Diana whispered, and licked her lips in awe.

The Geek cooed with pleasure, wiggling helplessly, as a little more of his pre-cum flowed out. Diana's hands were already wet. Slipping out from between her fingers, a shining drop of his fluid ran down the immense underside of his shaft, shining in the light.

The Geek could feel it trickling downward - which took a while, as it had a long way to go. He smirked. "Be sure and get a taste of it, Diana!" he purred at her. "As part of your 'investigations'!"

He was teasing her. But within her suddenly fuzzy brain, the Amazon didn't realize that. The dizziness in her head, and the strange gooey warmth at the center of her star-spangled hips, had both been growing steadily, the longer the virgin heroine handled his huge penis. She licked her lips, staring at the droplet in fascination. "Yes... of... of course..." she whispered, softly, her voice and face as if hypnotized.

She was too slow to catch the first. Fortunately for her, another drop of pre-cum slipped from his glistening tip, and ran shining down the path laid by the first. Wonder Woman gasped softly, staring at it as if mesmerized. Then, buxom hips wiggling atop her boots, she dutifully bowed her head down, towards the base of his giant cock. Intercepting the little droplet halfway down his enormous shaft, she sealed her mouth around it. Her luscious red lips pressed tight, and trembled against his veiny shaft for a second. Then, having sucked the salty droplet away, she pulled them off with a soft, audible 'smack!'

Instantly, the Geek's eyes spread wide in awe. Then, moments later, an enormous grin spread across his square-jawed face. "Oh, my God!" his booming voice thundered. Whirling his head down, he gaped at her in shock. "Did... did you just kiss my cock?!" he laughed - in the same tone a schoolboy might use to taunt a pair of nubile classmates he had just caught experimenting with each other after class.

With a startled cry, Wonder Woman's gorgeous head leaped back from his dick. "No!" she gasped, instinctively. Her voluptuous hips wiggled, wildly, atop her boots, as she scooted back an inch from in shock. "I... I would never do that!" she promptly yelped.

It was an instinctive response - as rote and reflexive to her as the movements of her body that she used to block villains' bullets. After years in Man’s World, after innumerable cat-calls from putrid men who thought themselves invincible, after countless advances from horny heroes who had to be hurled to the ground before they learned that hers was an ass not to be goosed, the invincible Amazon Princess had long learned to automatically and emphatically deny any attraction to a hero's body without thought or pause. Normally, that instinctive reflex served to protect the Amazon's holy virtue. This time, it damned it.

The Geek grinned. Lifting a finger, he pointed down to his dick. "Then what's that, Wonder Slut?" he purred.

Her head turned down... and she gasped. There, a few inches from the base of his cock, as bright and clear as day, was a sweet red lip print. It had not been there before. It was the exact shame shape as her own opulently luscious lips, the exact same shade as her lipstick. She stared at, her jaw dropping. She had been so dazed, so lost in her own penis-dominated world, she had scarcely even remembered that she had really done it. Then, as it sank in, she squirmed, and bowed her head, like the aforementioned naughty schoolgirl on being forced to come and stand penitently before her class. "It's... it's a lip print..." she whispered.

"Is it yours?" he asked.

She blushed. Reaching up, she brushed some hair back behind her ear. "Yes," she whimpered, squirming.

"How did it get there?" he asked.

She breathed deep - her titanic cleavage, hanging down in the perfect position for him to look down it, jiggling and jostling in her bustier. "I... I put it there," she whispered, squirming, "when... when I kissed your cock."

"So you lied?" he pressed.

She took a deep breath - again, making her huge boobies slosh and sway gloriously before his gaze. "Yes," she admitted, at last.

The Geek grinned. Then, turning his head up from the blushing and humiliated Amazon, he looked Americana in the eye. "Ms. Americana," he said, "take Wonder Woman's magic lasso off her hip, and tie it around the heel of her boot."

"Wh-WHAT?!" both heroines shrieked, as one. Diana's gorgeous face darted up, her lustrous dark hair flashing around him, and she gaped up at him past his gloatingly pulsing, lip-print-decorated cock in shock.

"She lied," the Geek said, still looking at Americana but pointing down into the horrified gorgeous face of the buxom kneeling Amazon Princess with scarcely concealed glee. "She is your sponsor," he said, jerking his finger as if delivering a shot between Diana's eyes. "Therefore, I am expanding my investigation to her. As is my right, by the Council by-laws.” The Geek grinned. He still might not have any clue how to seduce women that didn’t throw themselves at his feet, but he knew how to exploit complex rules sets with the best of them. “Do you deny my permission to do this, Diana?" he purred, gloatingly, in the same tone he might use when announcing checkmate, or after laying down his trump card in Magic.

Wonder Woman gaped back up at him in shock. Then she closed her eyes, and swallowed. "No..." she admitted, at last. "No... it is... it is indeed within your authority," she whispered, squirming in trepidation.

“Good,” the Geek said. His head turned back to Ms. Americana. “Now, as I said, Queen of Justice - take Wonder Woman’s lasso and put it on her!"

Naked Brenda quivered, gaping down in shock. She looked back and forth, between her trusted mistress and her rude new master. She squirmed, and whimpered, appearing unable to choose. Then, a moment later, a streamer of his cum came dribbling out of her ravaged pussy. With a moan, she gave in and, bending down low, obediently lifted Wonder Woman’s golden lasso directly off the Amazon’s star-spangled, buxomly-rounded and nervously-squirming hip. With a soft moan, she gave in and obeyed him. Kneeling down beside her mighty comrade’s kneeling, hourglass-shaped form, and delicately tied a loop of the golden cord around Diana's boot-clad left ankle. Then, trembling slightly at what she had done, holding the other end in her hand, Ms. Americana slowly stood up… and watched.

A shudder and gasp ran through Wonder Woman’s body as she was bound. Her hands dropped to her thighs and, clutching tight, trembled upon them as the terrible truth-enforcing field she had inflicted upon so many evil predatory men wrapped its mystic coils around her own sacred buxom flesh.

The Geek smirked. His huge dick twitched in triumph. But it also desperately wanted to feel her fingers stroking it some more, and fortunately for him he knew how to make that happen. “Your own investigation is not over, Amazon, is it?” he cooed down to her. “Go ahead, and continue it.”

Wonder Woman’s hands twitched, to either side of her luscious folded thighs. Breathing hard, she looked back and forth between his face, and his cock. Then, trying to get a little more of her regal haughtiness back upon her face, she nodded. “As… as you wish,” she said, frostily. And, reaching up with both hands, fingers trembling at first but steadily growing smoother, once more began to stroke him.

Sighing, the Geek sank back with pleasure and, for a minute or two, just let her fingers stroke and caress over his gigantic cock. The Amazon gasped softly, wiggling upon her fleshy star-spangled haunches between the hulking hero’s boots. As she stroked him, her usual composure and arrogance slowly returned, her gorgeous face glaring up at him in defiant fury across his twitching schlong. But even as she seethed, visibly, her slender fingers never ceased delicately stroking, thrillingly, up and down his mammoth shaft.

"Why did you kiss my penis, Wonder Woman?" he asked, at last.

The Amazon took a deep breath. Unable to help herself, her eyes tilted down and stared at the bright red lip print that shone halfway down his gigantic shaft, like a shameful beacon. "To... to taste your cum, of course,” she whispered, her fingers trembling as they continued to trace up and down his massive cock. "As... as part of my investigation," she hastily clarified, squirming.

He grinned, as he watched her fingers stroke his dick. "And you didn't have any other motive in doing so, than searching for justice?" he asked.

Wonder Woman wiggled back and forth - making her huge breasts slosh dramatically before him, in her straining bustier. She could not deny it - so the haughty heroine took another tack. "I have many motives for everything I do," she said, her mighty thighs squeezing tight around her star-spangled pussy, as she glared up at him - her lower hand gently caressing his giant balls. "I'm not a simple-minded male, after only one thing... like you!" she hissed, her eyes flashing - as her fingers trembled, wrapped as far as they could but still unable to close around him, at the midpoint of his shaft.

The Geek frowned. He had thought having her in the lasso would make her easier to pin down than this. But he recovered quickly and cracked another grin across Danger Man's square-jawed face. If he couldn't trap her one way he could trap her another. "Is one taste all you require, to satisfy you?" he asked.

Wonder Woman squirmed, and breathed deep. A blush appeared on her cheeks. "No..." she softly admitted.

"Then what are you waiting for?" he asked.

"Nothing," she said. Sitting forward, to prove she had no problem kissing his dick, she did it again. This time fully cognizant of what she was doing, her lips trembled as they pressed against his massive shaft. Her eyes, blinking up around his giant cock, glared up at him in fury as she pressed a sweet trembling kiss to his penis. Then she detached her lips with a soft 'smack' and sat back with a gasp. Then, bowing down again, eyes still burning up at him, she gave it another kiss. Then another, and another.

"I see," the Geek cooed, as she finally sat back. His dick twitched, with pleasure - now no less than five bright red Amazonian lip prints decorating it, from down beside the base to just beneath his massive tip. Seeing her kiss it had smoothed aside the frustration he had felt when she'd dodged his previous question. "Are you jealous?" he asked. "Is that what this is all about?"

Wonder Woman breathed deep. Her fingers trembled, upon his cock and his balls. "What?" she asked. "Jealous of whom?" she asked, playing for time.

"Of the other heroines outside," he said, nodding towards the door. "They're all so much lower ranking than you. Are you jealous, Wonder Woman, that they all got to taste my cock before you did? Is that why you're acting like such a bitch?"

Wonder Woman took a deep breath. She stared down at the sight of her fingers, tracing lightly around his giant glans, and momentarily felt light headed. "Yes..." she admitted, in a soft voice. Then, at the sight of the huge grin spreading across his lips, her gaze darted upwards, and darkened. "But... but I also pity them!" she said, her blue eyes flashing. "Pity them that because you could not keep your huge dick in your speedos they will have to carry your seed inside their bodies, and deal with the humiliation of having been taken and tamed by your long penis. They... they will have to struggle, with how inadequate every other super-hero will now feel inside them. And... and even if jealousy may have motivated my fury, you... you are still a sexist domineering prick who treats women like slaves, and every word I said about you was still true!"

But as before, the Geek did not let the rest of the furious Amazon's tirade distract him from the salient point. “Hahaha!” he said, like a taunting schoolboy, pointing at her, as her hands trembled upon his cock. “You’re jealous – you slut!” he said.

Wonder Woman gasped deeply. “Ooh!” she hissed. Her voluptuous hips wiggled with fury, atop her boots. “You chauvinist pig!” she hissed, her eyes flashing.

He smirked. Then, looking her up and down, he let his eyes rove across her wiggling body. They lingered in particular on the swooping surface of her skimpy panties... and observed how her sleek and mighty thighs squeezed tight, as if fearfully and protectively, around her sacred star-spangled crotch. Gaze rising back up to her face he grinned... and casually delivered what he expected to be his coup de grace.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Wonder Woman?" he asked.

Wonder Woman breathed deep. Her fingers twitching upon his penis. But even as she quivered in torment under the hero’s most heart-thumping and soul-testing of questions, a smirk spread across her lips.

‘He’ll have to do better than that,’ she thought, squirming with relish, ‘if he wants to trap me.’ She was, of course, intensely curious about what it would feel like to take the hero’s giant penis. With her fingers tracing across him, she could not not be. But other emotions swirled inside her as well, and the hero had asked a question of desire, not of fact – and of one moment in time, not the past or future. She had merely to keep her trembling lips closed for a few seconds – burning her Amazonian willpower to resist, ever so briefly, the sudden lasso-bound craving to speak and satisfy him – while she refocused her mind on the proper things. Upon the image of her own belly, swelling up with his implanted child. Upon the terrible pain his enormous penis would no doubt inflict, as it penetrated her tender pussy. And, last but not least, upon the humiliation she would experience after being left sprawled and naked in his wake, reduced from the proudest woman on Earth to just another notch on a man’s bedpost. In a few seconds, she had done all that was required to slide her swirling emotions in the proper place to deliver the doctrinally correct answer.

"No," she cooed, smirking sweetly up at him.

It had not been the answer he expected. Danger Man’s mouth tumbled open, as his face fell. Wonder Woman sneered up at him – even as, with great relish, she wrapped her fingers and squeezed them tauntingly around his gigantic thwarted penis. "I am an Amazon," she purred up at him, explaining herself in order to rub it in further. "It would be beneath me," she cooed, "to have my goddess-like body tainted by your monstrous seed. It would be as if a wealthy and powerful woman of Man’s World craved to be enslaved by a common, brutish criminal - simply because of the superior size of his manhood. You don't honestly think that's possible do you?" she asked, giving him a mocking smirk to make fun of his naiveté.

For just a moment the Geek's dick went cold inside her stroking hand just, and twitched fearfully. Her long nails seemed to scrape like claws across it, as her gorgeous face leered down at his trapped cock, like an avenging goddess upon some mortal worm. Had he been his former self, the shock of her rejection would probably have shattered his confidence entirely, and eft his shrinking penis utterly in her power. But he had just gotten done enjoying fuck after fuck after glorious fuck upon the bodies of the most beautiful and powerful women on Earth, other than her - and that sort of confidence boost was not to be outdone lightly. He rebounded, and slowly a smirk spread across his lips.

"I think you just lied again, Wonder Woman,'' he said to her.

"How could I?" she asked. Her sweet smile broadened, as her fingers stroked teasingly up and down his trapped, twitching penis. "I'm wearing my lasso!" Grinning, she rubbed her point in by bowing her head and pressing another kiss to his cock - just beneath his massive cock-head. Her lips glittered mockingly up at him, as she laid her kiss to his cock. Then she sat back, and grinned. "Don't get pissy," she purred, "just because I resisted your... your supposedly irresistible magic cock!"

The Geek enjoyed, waiting for her to finish before he spoke - his smirk unbroken throughout. "I have a theory," he said. "Will you permit me to test it, Wonder Woman?"

She raised an eyebrow and smirked. Whatever theory the hero had, she was absolutely sure it would fail - and only heighten his humiliation in the end. Plus, being under his investigation, she technically had no choice. "Of course," she purred. Her fingertips stroked, teasingly, over the immense tip of his pulsing cock.

"Good," he said. "Then stand up."

Wonder Woman's brow furrowed gasped. "What?" she said.

"Stand," he said, patiently. "Turn, walk forward, and face the bed."

Her brow furrowed. "Why?" she asked, suspiciously.

"All will become clear, "he assured her. ”But in the meantime, I am your investigator. Do as you are told."

Wonder Woman squirmed, and glared. Then she withdrew her hands from his dick and lifted her chin. "Very well," she said.

Slowly, she stood up, her buxom curves rising up before him with the grace of the goddess Aphrodite ascending from the sea. Gazing down at him, she put a hand upon her buxom hip and sniffed disdainfully – like a socialite meeting the eyes of a bum on the sidewalk. Then she turned around...and let her jutting round ass linger before him for a few seconds.

A slight smirk spread across her lips. Slipping her hands back, she slid her fingers down into the seat of her panties and, pulling them away, very slowly and very deliberately smoothed the skimpy seat of her star-spangled bottoms out, until they arced up perfectly across her stunningly rounded and jutting ass - directly before the watching hero's face and his giant twitching boner. Then, hands rising up to her hips, she very deliberately swayed them back and forth a few times - taunting him with her untouchable star-spangled curves. Finally, lips still smirking broadly, she advanced into the center of the room and stood, facing the bed.

The Geek grinned. He stood up. The couch creaked, as his weight lifted off of it. He advanced, until he stood just behind her.

Wonder Woman turned her head, until he could see her regal face in profile. Her full red lips were still set in a smug little smirk. One hand upon her hip, she was posed more like a model taking a pause at the end of a runway, than a mighty heroine fearing any sort of attack. "What are you scheming, Danger Man?" she asked, curiously.

"I'm going to investigate you, Wonder Woman," he said. His leer broadened, as he traced his eyes up and down her spectacular, hourglass-shaped figure. "I’m going to test you,” he said, “the way a woman of your stature deserves to be tested.”. Then, without further warning he lunged forward, and seized hold of her body, his hands clamping down cruelly upon her shapely tauntingly-presented flesh.

Head shooting back as she was seized Wonder Woman cried out, in shock. Of all the plans she had theorized upon in her head she had never suspected the hero would have the balls to do this. Then, in a few moments, so many unexpected things happened to her at once that her pretty unprepared mind began to reel.

First, with an animal-like growl, keeping one hand clenched tight to her upper arm Danger Man grabbed a hold of her lustrous dark hair and yanked back upon it furiously. Wonder Woman screeched as her head was jerked back, by her hair… leaving her lips open and trembling in perfect inviting position when his pounced down upon her, and brutally claimed them. Wonder Woman bleated loudly, her blue eyes batting wide in shock over the sudden, invasive kiss. But her luscious lips could only tremble as, forced wide, bruised by the brutality of his attack, his tongue plunged down between them. His tongue found hers effortlessly, and began to coil and stroke it aggressively. Wonder Woman whimpered, eyes widening in shock... as she found herself being effortlessly dominated in her first kiss as if his tongue was a barbarian warrior and hers a peasant maid able only to tremble and moan as she was ravished.

But she scarcely had any time to focus on that for, moments later the long shaft of his penis slammed straight up in between her giant sculpted buns. Sinking in deep his pulsing cock rubbed, hard, against the silky star-spangled panties covering her stunningly rounded ass. At the sudden assault Wonder Woman's eyes blinked even wider over her trembling plundered lips. A bleat of shock emerged from her throat, muffled by his probing tongue, as his giant beast pulsed eagerly against her silky flesh.

Even that she could scarce focus on for more than a wide-eyed, belly-butterfly-filling moment. Seconds later, freed of any need to hold her head or shoulder now that she was pressed tight against him, Danger Man's rough male hands let go of her and dove down, as if pulled by the force of their immense bouncing gravity, straight onto her gigantic tits. Wonder Woman squealed in shock, her body squirming violently as his fingers squeezed tight into her giant jugs, through the minimal protection offered by her golden bustier. He chuckled. Then, relaxing his grip, he flicked his fingers over the large nipples that tipped each of her enormous hooters... and, feeling them clear as day through her straining cups, smirked amusedly into her trembling lips.

Beside them, Americana gaped in awe, as she watched Danger Man caveman the greatest heroine on Earth. It was instantly obvious, with every stroke of his hand along her voluptuous flesh, every quiver of her perfectly round buns against his dick, and every plunge of his tongue down inside her mouth, that the wide-eyed Amazon Princess had never experienced anything in her life like she was finding in Danger Man’s male-chauvinist arms. One hand over her lips and the other holding the wiggling lasso, America could only bring herself to watch in awe as Wonder Woman whimpered and moaned, her buxom body wiggling and grinding helplessly against him, in his squeezing and exploitive embrace.

"Mmmph!" Diana whimpered, lips trembling and eyes blinking in shock up into his kiss. Her mighty body trembled and squirmed, as his hands eagerly groped her tits and his giant penis throbbed hungrily between her wiggling round buns. Finally, with a deep whimper and a trash of her head, Wonder Woman managed to tear her lips away from his kiss. They emerged quivering and panting for breath. Turning her head up, she gaped into his smirking square-jawed face in shock.

"What... what do you think you're DOING?!" she squealed. Her lips quivered in horror, an inch from his, as his fingers stroked the tips of her giant jugs and his enormous cockhead stroked teasingly across her insanely rounded ass.

"I told you," he said, down into her trembling lips. "I'm testing your body, you teasing bitch… to find out if you told the truth."

His hands gave her huge tits one last squeeze through her bustier, and then dove down into the deepest depths of her jiggling cleavage. There, they seized hold of the taut golden laces that held her bustier together and began hungrily tearing them open, one by one.

Head turning down, Wonder Woman gasped in shock. Her lips quivered in horror as with each lace he tore open her already ponderously swaying hooters began to bounce and jostle ever more freely between the enormous cups of her bustier. "My... my breasts... and my bottom... are... are not part of your investigation, you... you PIG!" she said, gaping down in disbelief.

"Au contraire," he purred. "Watch!"

Grinning, he tore the last lace of her bustier open. Wonder Woman gasped deeply, eyes blinking in horror. Reaching up, chortling with glee, Danger Man took hold of each of the loose golden cups of her open bustier.

"No," Wonder Woman said. She shook her head, gaping in disbelief. "No..." she said, licking her lips. "You... you can't do THIIISSS!"

Her voice rose to a shriek as, with a delighted cackle, Danger Man proved her wrong - jerking open her bustier and letting her enormous super-humanly shapely boobies spill forth to jiggle, naked, before him. The giant jugs - perky and perfectly smooth despite their tremendous size – soon wobbled and bounced spectacularly beneath his evil leer. And brought with them, before his delighted gaze, two tell-tale clues to the Amazon’s deception.

"Ha!" he laughed. Ripping the bustier out from behind her hourglass-shaped back, he tossed it dismissively aside. "Look at your tits, slut!" he cackled, down over her shoulder –as, her lips open and quivering in disbelief, Wonder Woman did exactly that. Lowering his hands, he pointed at the tips of her giant jostling jugs with glee. Before the tips of his fingers Wonder Woman's pink tips wobbled about in ponderously looping little circles – each one large, erect, and tenderly swollen with her excitement. "Your mouth may spit lies, but your body wants it bad, you lying tease!” he laughed.

Then, before she could make any verbal reply, his fingers eagerly pounced upon the helpless tips of her gargantuan jugs. Beginning with a single fingertip he began to caress round and round her huge tender nipples in teasing little circles. Wonder Woman's jaw dropped and, blue eyes twitching with shock, her trembling lips let out a startled squawk. It was the first time any man had had the balls to do this to her, and the feeling briefly overwhelmed her reeling decorative brain.

"No!" she moaned, loudly, as a storm of unfamiliar emotions and sensations raged through her. “That’s a chauvinist – oooh!!” she squealed. But, lips twisting in a tormented squeal, she never managed to finish her thought. Not bothering to listen to a word the horny slut had to say, Danger Man eagerly slid his whole hands down and wrapped them around her enormous naked hooters. Then, fingers digging in deep to her silky breast-fat he gave them a titanic, eager squeeze. "OHHH!" Wonder Woman squealed, her attempt at argument vanishing in an instant, as her head thrashed back against his shoulder and her face distorted with trembling shock. Her huge breasts, shaking like jello, distended delightfully through his cruel rough fingers. He backed off, caressing their massive wobbling curves – and then squeezed them again, and again, and again, each time sinking his fingers in in a different way than the last. Squealing, Wonder Woman’s body squirmed wildly in his arms under the assault - her voluptuous bottom rubbing mindlessly and furiously against his giant pulsing dick in the process.

"Ooh! S-stop!" she finally managed to screech, eyes flickering in shock over luscious lips barely able to stop trembling between squeezes at her breasts.

But he didn't listen to her. He was having too much fun in his 'investigations'. Looking down eagerly over her shoulder, and chortling like a little boy with a pair of huge new toys to abuse, the Geek gleefully bounced, and groped and teased Wonder Woman's enormous fun-bags in any way he pleased. He pulled them apart, whacked their massively jiggling curves together, sent them wobbling back and forth from hand to hand, and kneaded them like dough, as the whim of his stroking fingers took him. Wonder Woman squawked and squirmed under the assault, her lips hanging open and trembling in disbelief. Naturally, he didn’t ignore her nipples either – caressing them, squeezing them, twisting them teasingly, whenever he got a chance. This just drove her squeals higher and louder, as her body thrashed helplessly yet uselessly in his arms. She watched, lips trembling in disbelief, as he sloooowly pulled them out, until they were stretched out several inches from her huge boobies - then let them go, making her giant tits bounce and jostle deliciously.

Finally, lips coming together and fighting down her latest shuddering gasp, Wonder Woman managed to get enough of a hold of herself to speak clearly. But despite all he'd just done to her, her mind remained utterly focused on his original accusation - stabbing, as it did, at the very core of what she stood for as a Princess and an Amazon.

"I... I can't help it!" she said. "I’m… I’m not a slut! It's... it's just cold in here, is all!" she protested.

Then, seizing a hold of his arms, with a furious snarl upon her lips she finally managed to pull them away from her breasts at last. His hands let go reluctantly. But she didn’t pull them far away enough, and his fingers darted down in to deliver one last teasing stroke round and round her huge tender nipples – drawing one last tender, trembling gasp from her shocked and quivering lips.

The Geek smirked down into her gorgeous, offendedly-quivering, tiara-crowned face. "Reaaally," he cooed. Leering, he brought his stroking fingers together and gave each of her big nipples a sharp, teasing pinch. Wonder Woman gasped, and a sharp spasm ran through her curvy body. It wasn’t much – but it was exactly the distraction he needed. Taking advantage of the momentary distraction he managed to wrench one arm out of her trembling grip – leaving both her hands, briefly unattended by her diverted brain, clutched uselessly to his other arm, as if its thick muscles were a heroine-deceiving decoy. Free of her interference, his right arm dropped rapidly down her body as he sought his next target.

"That may be true," the Geek cooed into her ear, as his hand descended down past her flat belly, and her wasp-like muscular waist. "Or maybe it isn't." His free hand dropped down, at last, onto her flesh – coming to rest cupped, lightly, atop the swopping silken surface of her famous panties. "But fortunately for me," he purred, into her ear, "I know that every woman, even you, has just one pair of lips that never, ever lie..."

Wonder Woman gasped deeply, her eyes going wide as, too late, she realized his intentions. But before her squirming hourglass-shaped body could react, two of his fingers slid right down the swooping surface of her famous silken panties, down between her thighs - and right up into her cunt.

"Oh! G-Goddess!" Wonder Woman shrieked, as his fingertips pressed hard into her holy of holies, through the thin star-spangled silk of her panties. At the exact same instant two splatters of shining moisture shout out to either side from the her star-spangled crotch, splattering against the sleek muscular flesh of her inner thighs.

"Haha!" Danger Man said, as he saw and felt the result of his investigations. Shining streamers of moisture ran down the insides of each of the Amazon’s thighs. Meanwhile, his finger probing up into her found her sacred slit oozing with thick and sopping moisture – which promptly formed a creamy coating all over his invasively rubbing digits. "Your cunt is sopping wet!" he cackled, with glee. "How do you explain THAT away, Princess? Is that because of the cold too?!" Not waiting for her to respond, he slid his fingers hard up and down the thick outer lips of her pussy, abusing her tender twat as much as he could through her sopping panties. The silken fabric was so drenched with her juices it was like they were painted onto her pussy. His evil fingers could feel every secret of the heroine's vulva clear as day through the drenched star-spangled silk.

"H-HERA!" Wonder Woman squealed, her face once more dropping open in disbelief. Under yet another unexpected and unfamiliar assault her body squirmed and wiggled, helplessly, within his arms - making her enormous buns jiggle more delightfully than ever before around his long hungrily-pulsing penis. Taking advantage of her distracted state, Danger Man wrenched his other arm out of her trembling hands. Diving it down, as his right continued to fiendishly stroke her pussy, his left wrapped eagerly around the golden belt cinched tight about her wasp-like waist.

"Oh!" Wonder Woman gasped, in shock, as she felt his fingers dig in between her belt and her flesh, just above her little panties. But before she could do anything, his mighty hand had ripped the belt out from around her waist. "OH! You beast!" Wonder Woman squealed. But the panic induced by feeling yet another part of her costume being ripped off - leaving her in little but her skimpy trademark panties – focused her mind enough to fight back. With a high-pitched and furious squeal she wrenched violently away from him, managing to finally free her body from being pressed tight to his muscles and his penis. Tumbling forward she propped herself up by her arms atop the bed, and whirled to glare up at him over her shoulder.

But his nominal authority over her body briefly prevented her from lashing out at him – at least, with her fist or leg, as he deserved. Not until she’d first lashed out with words, to confirm he had stepped out of bounds. “If… if you’re testing my body,” she hissed at him, quivering with fury, “then what in Zeus’s name did you take my belt for, you… you pervert?!”

“This,” the Geek said. And, with a powerful swing of his arm, he answered her question by bringing the belt down, hard, upon the perfectly-presented curves of her amazing star-spangled ass.

"Aiiiieee!!!" Wonder Woman screamed. Her eyes flashed wide as galaxies, in stunned disbelief, as she felt herself get spanked. But he didn’t give it a chance to catch up. Reaching out, he seized her by her hair, yanking her head back. Then, keeping her pinned before him by her hair, he wailed upon her helpless ass again and again with her belt.

“Hahaha! The Geek laughed, as he swung the belt back high. “Now we’ll get to the bottom of things, you lying slut!” he cackled – and gave her another deep, buttock-deforming and jiggle-inducing swat.

"UNgggh!" Wonder Woman blurted, her mighty body squirming violently under the force of one blow, after another, after another. "Oh!” she squealed, as her belt dug deep into her jiggling buns before rebounding off once more. “Oh GODDESS!" she squealed. “Oh! OH GODDESS!”

"Your pussy is fucking soaked, bitch!" he pointed out, as he swatted the mighty Amazon again and again. "It wants to get fucked like no other pussy I've ever seen!" He brought the belt back, and then paused – teasing her wiggling ass, which was crisscrossed with pink souvenirs of his previous strokes, with the anticipation of another blow. "So what's the matter, slut?" he asked. “Why don’t you just admit you want to get fucked?” he said, and then brought her belt down hard, once more, upon the Amazon's wiggling panty-clad buns

"Ugh!" Wonder Woman gurgled, as she got spanked. But with the slam of her belt across her voluptuous buns, she could not help but answer. "Be-because I'm... I'm too fertile!" she moaned, her head rocking and thrashing as he delivered another stroke. "Your... your balls are so big... if I let you cum inside me... I'm sure to become p-pregnant!" she protested, in a loud squeal, her head rocking and thrashing with each new punishing swat against her ass.

The Geek chuckled at the news, grinning with glee. Then, tiring of using her belt, he discarded it to one side, and brought his bare hand down instead.

"Unhg!" Wonder Woman whimpered, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks, as she felt the hero's bare palm slam deep into her giant jiggling buttocks.

"That can't be the only reason," Danger Man cooed. Stroking his hand up her ass, he slipped a finger down into her little panties, and pulled them away. Wonder Woman shivered in shock as she felt the backs of her famous panties stretch out almost a foot from her flesh. He smirked and enjoyed the view. Then he let them go. She squealed as she got spanked, yet again - this time with the skimpy seat of her own star-spangled panties slapping in hard upon her jiggling rounded buns. "What else terrifies you, Wonder Woman?" he purred. "Besides my heroine-ruining balls?"

Keeping one hand cupped tight around her ass, he slid his other down and, no longer needing to hold her by her hair, grabbed hold of her enormous left breast instead. Drool dangling from her lip, Wonder Woman gaped down in shock as the insolent hero's hand groped and squeezed her giant flawless jug - trembling in particular shock when his finger rose up to caress teasingly around her erect pink nipple. But when his other hand swung back and slammed down hard upon her jiggling buns her lips, loosened by a squeal, could not help but answer.

"Your... your COCK!" she squealed, as his palm dug deep into her buxom buttocks. She shook and screamed helplessly as he spanked her star-spangled ass again and again - interrogating the Amazon Princess in the exact way every man who had ever been confronted by her knew she deeply deserved.

"What about it, slut?" he asked, grinning with glee as he squeezed her enormous breast at one end of her curvy trembling body, while slamming his palm in hard onto her voluptuous ass at the other.

"Oh!" she shrieked, her eyes flashing wide. Her full red lips trembled, but could not remain silent. "It's... TOO BIG!" she moaned, her body shaking under another swat. Her blush deepened, even as she licked her lips, her eyes blinking in horrified awe. "It's... so... so LONG! And...THICK!" she squealed, each word punctuated by another slam of his palm into her big star-spangled buttocks. "I... I can't let such a MONSTER inside my body!" she moaned, thrashing under another swat. "It... it would never FIT!"

"We'll see..." the Geek purred. His palm beginning to sting from the many spankings it had delivered, he slammed it in hard one last time... and then held it. He stroked up and down her wiggling rounded ass, enjoying the quivering of her incredible curves. Wonder Woman panted and gasped in shock - her head momentarily too busy reeling at what she had just heard herself say, to worry about what he was doing to her ass.

"Does this happen to you a lot Wonder Woman?" he cooed. He gave her giant ass a luxuriant squeeze, feeling her big muscular buttocks distend outwards between his fingers, still half-clad in sheer star-spangled silk. "Every time you face down a big-dicked villain or monster... does your pussy get all wet, inside those little panties?"

Wonder Woman whimpered deeply. But this time, even with his idle gropes instead of brain-walloping spankings, she could not come up with a way around the question.

"Yes..." she finally whispered, softly - her cheeks going bright pink as she bowed her head in shame. "Every... every time I face a villain with a big bulge... or a monster with an inhuman schlong... or... or a bunch of b-black thugs... I… I suddenly feel myself getting… getting wet." She trembled, and blinked her eyes. She could not resist adding one more little detail. "And... and every time," she whispered, as he groped and squeezed her giant ass, "as I stand over them, after... in my little bustier and panties... I cannot help but wonder... what... what it would have been like if I'd lost. And... and my… my vagina gets even gooier than before..."

Danger Man chuckled. He gave her pink ass one last tight, mocking squeeze. Then, without warning, he let go of her body and stepped back, drawing himself up to his full height over her.

Wonder Woman gasped. Shocked by the sudden lack of support she nearly toppled into the bed, putting her hands down to catch herself just in time. Propped up upon them, she whirled her dazed head to stare at him in shock.

"Wonder Woman,” he purred down at her, into her gaping and gorgeous tiara-crowned face. "I am happy to say that I am ready to deliver my verdict upon you."

Her jaw dropped. In all her squeals and squirms as she got spanked, she had almost completely forgotten the reason why. The additional gush of moisture into her cunt had not helped. By now, the interior of her mighty thighs looked like twin creamy waterfalls, as juices ran down from her star-spangled twat.

"What?" she gasped. Reaching up, she swiftly brushed her mistrewn sable hair back from her face, as she blinked back up at him in shock.

Danger Man chuckled. Reaching down, he stroked his big twitching cock with relish - keeping it tided over. His smirk broadened, as, unable to help herself, Wonder Woman's blue eyes darted down and stared for a second, gasping, before they jerked back up to his face.

"My verdict, Wonder Woman," he said to her, "is that you are not like those other heroines, squirming naked just outside,” he said, hiking his fist back over his shoulder towards the door. In the distance Americana’s computer console – having reverted back to security mode after Wonder Woman shut down his looping video – made it very clear that every last one of the naked heroines he had conquered were waiting breathlessly for the Amazon and her quarry to emerge. Most were passing the time while they waited by pumping their fingers in their drooling slits, while squeezing and stroking at their own giant naked boobies.

Panting softly, a look of deep relief slowly spread across Wonder Woman’s regal face. The Geek smirked.

“You,” he said, pointing down into her tiara-crowned face, “are ten times the slut any of them are.” Wonder Woman gasped deeply, her lips quivering in shock, but before she could answer he carried on, saying each word with relish. “You are such a horny bitch, Diana,” he told her, “that the very first villain to conquer you is sure to have you at his feet, naked – laying kisses at his boots – and begging to give away all our secrets, if he will just put you in his chains.” His smirk broadened, as Wonder Woman gaped up at him in shock. “You may claim to be the mightiest of all heroines, Wonder Woman,” he cooed, as she trembled in mounting passion before him, “but the truth is, you have ten times the potential security breach of any of those sluts,” he said, nodding again towards the door, “nestled between your thighs.” He grinned. “What do you think of that verdict, Diana?” he asked.

For a moment Wonder Woman was absolutely speechless. Then, a quiver of pure fury running through her offended face, she let out a cry of pure feminist outrage that nearly deafened him. "That's... that's ridiculous!" she hissed, as her aroused fury finally calmed enough to permit her the powers of speech. "I'm... I'm an Amazon! And a Princess! Do... do you honestly think I, of all women, desire to be chained, naked, beside a villain's throne?!"

"Do you deny the charges, Wonder Woman?" he asked, in a leering coo. He was learning, slowly, how to properly deal with her questions.

"Do... do you really think I could ever accept such filth?" Wonder Woman hissed, her eyes flashing up at him. "If so, you are an even bigger male chauvinist pig than you look!"

The Geek chuckled. He could not help but notice he had not heard a clear 'yes' or 'no.' But, rather than trying to tangle with her royal Amazonian tongue in any other way than feeling it wrapped around his dick or cleaning dust off his boots - where it belonged - he took her glaring and furious retort at face value.

"Very well," he said. He smiled. "You may, of course, deny them. We will then, of course, have no choice but to bring this matter before the Council. There to testify... using your own lasso, of course - unless for some reason you refuse, while standing before them."

The color slowly drained off of Wonder Woman's beautiful face as she realized what a non-guilty plea on her behalf would entail. He continued, regardless.

"There, I will of course have no choice but tell the other heroes everything," he assured her, smirking. "How I fucked all of your heroines. How you kissed my cock, and then lied about it. How you admitted to getting wet, every time you face a villain who's packing something more satisfying than their tiny little pricks. All of it, Diana. Every. Last. Detail. With video, of course, if needed."

She shook her head, gasping for breath. "No," she whispered. "I will do anything for you! Anything! Just... tell no one what has happened here! P-please!"

The Geek grinned. He let his eyes dip down to her star spangled mound. He stared at it for a few seconds, as it wiggled back and forth. So much of her juices was drooling around the sides of her panties the interior of her sleekly curvy yet thickly muscular thighs seemed to shine. Then he lifted his gaze back to her face.

Wonder Woman breathed deep, her lips quivering. Without either of them saying a word, she knew exactly what the hero wanted. But she had not lied, quite, when she said his giant cock and potent balls terrified her sacred, curvy maiden flesh. She shook her head, slowly. "Anything... anything but that..." she whispered, softly.

"Hmm..." the Geek purred, considering.

It was not an easy decision. The thought of giving in, and letting the Amazon’s pussy go un-fucked pained him, deep inside his hungry predatory balls. But it was becoming obvious that, deeply horny though she might be, wrangling her into actually begging for it would require more game than the Geek possessed. Every moment he continued man-handling her he risked going too far, and making her turn on him. That, he knew – even if she might not – was not a fight he could win. He had a full escape clause on the table, plus any other demand he chose to name... and, reluctantly, his balls aching in disappointment, he decided to take it. Besides... if he couldn't claim her pussy the perverse villain still had one more item to make another collection complete besides the notches on his bed-post, and saw the perfect chance to take it.

"Very well," he cooed.

Gasping softly with relief, Wonder Woman panted up at him over her shoulder. Then she drew in a deep breath, the tension that had briefly evaporated wrapped back around her, like his groping hands around her voluptuous curves. "What... what do you want?" she asked, her voice quivering in trepidation it had never shown before any foul criminal or cosmic monster.

Danger Man grinned. Reaching down, he put one thumb through the leg-hole of Americana's panties, which still dangled from his belt. He pulled them out taut, until the skimpy star-spangled trophy appeared on the verge of breaking. Then he let it snap back up against his waist. "Guess, bitch," he purred, eying her wiggling star-spangled ass with relish.

Wonder Woman's jaw dropped. She stared at Americana’s surrendered panties in shock... and then slowly shook her head. "No..." she whispered.

"Do it, bitch!" he sneered.

"I… I could never do that!” she hissed. Her eyes darted up and down his body… and gasped in shock, as she finally saw the nearly completely collection of proud little heroine bras and panties peeking out of the bulging pouches, scattered up and down the hero’s mighty torso. But the sight merely caused her lips to pull back into a sultry, quivering snarl. “It’s… it’s beneath me!” she growled, her teeth glittering between her furious lips.

"So?" he cooed, waving his eyebrows at her and smirking. Reaching his hands out, he gave her wiggling star-spangled ass a playful, corrective swat.

Wonder Woman gasped, deeply at both his verbal and physical retort. Then, lips trembling in horror, she tried a different tactic. “I’ll… I’ll be naked,” she whined. Her voluptuous bottom wiggled, helplessly, almost plaintively, before him, in the wake of his latest slap. “Surely,” she gasped, “you cannot expect an Amazon Princess to parade herself before the scum of this city, before the flashing cameras of the paparazzi, and through the door of the Hall of Justice to face her fellow heroes… with her breasts, her ass, and her sacred vagina all on complete and degrading display? There… there will not be a single one of them that will not be convinced she has finally been taken and destroyed, sexually… even if nothing could be further from the truth!”

The Geek chuckled, deeply. Reaching out, while she dithered, he seized hold of her uplifted, rounded, and, for at least a few more seconds, skimpily panty-clad buns. “It’s far less than you deserve, you uptight feminist bitch,” he purred, as he squeezed and stroked her buttocks between his fingers. Wonder Woman gasped – but, gaping up at him in shock over her shoulder, her star-spangled buns jiggling beneath his stroking fingers, could make no other response. “Were there any justice, you would have to make the same walk, Wonder Woman –with a proper lesson’s worth of cum dribbling out of your pussy.” He gave her huge ass-cheeks another tight squeeze – reveling in how her flawless silky flesh bulged between his thumbs and his fingers as he groped her. “You’re getting off light, slut. Now, either finally show a man you know who’s boss, the way a woman should – or refuse, and prepare to tell the other heroes everything!” With a cackle, he drew his hand back and brought it down, hard, upon her jiggling buxom buns. “Choose!” he laughed, as his palm struck home, making Wonder Woman jerk and yelp under the blow. Then, getting in one last pinch to the center of her wiggling abused bottom he let go, and withdrew.

Wonder Woman shuddered in shock, in the wake of his blow. Bent over upon the bed, she shook her gorgeous head, blue eyes wide in disbelief. “I… I can’t…” she whimpered. “I… I could never…”

“CHOOSE!” he roared again. And, leaning forward, he delivered another hard wallop to the center of her jutting, jiggling ass.

“OOH!” Wonder Woman squealed, as she took the hardest swat since he’d discarded her belt, in favor of the greater squeezing pleasure of his palm. Her head whirled. Eyes moist and trembling with fury, she glared up at him over her shoulder. “I… I HATE you!” the Amazon Princess spat. Her lips, pulled back into a snarl, quivered with rage. “I… I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU!” she spat.

But, even as she said it, her hands slid, slowly, trembling, up the sides of her buxom rounded backside. And, finally, lips trembling with pure hate and rage, eyes burning up at him with defiant fury, Wonder Woman nevertheless slid her thumbs down… and slipped them, daintily through the skimpy hip straps of her panties. Her lips letting out a hiss of anger, she peeled her skimpy garment up and off of her gloriously rounded flesh. Then, her voluptuous hips whipping back and forth like an angry viper before him, she began to slowly pull them down.

The Geek could not help himself. Pointing down at the stripping Amazon, one hand rising to his face, he began to laugh. "Ha!" the Geek laughed. Danger Man’s huge chest trembled, as chuckle after chuckle rolled through it. "Hahahaha!" he roared, his head rolling with glee.

"Oh! You... you BEAST!" Wonder Woman hissed. Her head rolled and thrashed, as his thunderous male laughter rolled all around her. But though her hands paused, briefly trembling in humiliation with her tiny panties stretched taut around the widest part of her buxom ass, she never tried to reverse her stripping show. Lips trembling in fury, she glared back up over her shoulder... and, seething, continued to pull her panties down. It wasn't easy. Her panties were so wet, she looked like she'd gone swimming. Her mighty hands trembling, she tugged them down first on one side and then the other, over the jutting swell of her giant rounded buns. Still, even as her lips trembled in fury and her eyes burned, she managed to pull her tiny panties down, inch by straining inch, over the incredibly voluptuous curvature of her pink, abused ass.

"Hahaha!" the Geek continued to thunder. "Slut!" he cackled.

"You... you chauvinist PIG!" Wonder Woman hissed. But then, with a furious growl, she nevertheless bent down low before the mighty hero - presenting her voluptuous ass straight up towards his leering face - and pulled her panties down onto her upper thighs. The sopping crotch of her panties dropped away between her legs, giving him a perfect view down onto the trembling lips of her glistening wet pussy.

Gazing upon her tender twat at last, the Geek's eyes twinkled, and a huge grin spread across his square-jawed face. "God damn!" he said. "I knew you were wet, slut!" he laughed. "But I didn't know you had the god damn OCEAN in there, you horny bitch!" Before him fluid drooled out of Wonder Woman's naked pussy like it was an open faucet. Juices dripped in rolling waves down the interior of her thighs, streaming and shining in the light.

The Geek chuckled. Then, reaching down, without the slightest hesitation or shame, he put his finger right up against the trembling, drooling lips of her cunt.

"OH! GODDESS!" Wonder Woman bleated, like prize livestock being stuck with a red hot brand, as his finger pressed into her. Tumbling forward onto the bed, she caught herself on her hands - enormous breasts sloshing pneumatically beneath her - and whirled her head to gape over her shoulder in shock. "What... what do you think you're DOING?!" she cried - her luscious red upper lips twisting into a furious snarl, even as his finger tickled mockingly at the thick outer lips of her pussy.

"Just testing the waters, Princess," he cooed. Grinning down into her stunned and furious face, he slid his finger down her pussy to swirl it insolently a few times across her clitoris – which, gratifyingly, was more than enough to force the death-glare off the Amazon’s face as, her body trembling, she suddenly let out a stunned, startled, but unmistakable moan of pleasure. Then, having paid proper tribute to her gooey holy shrine, he pushed right on in to her holy of holies – and, though insanely tight, it still opened up almost eagerly before him – massaging almost worshipfully at his thick male digit as it sank deeper and deeper in between her trembling outer lips.

Then, just as he slid up to the first knuckle inside her, he felt it. A sudden pressure – pushing right back against his fingertip, preventing him from going any deeper.

It was her hymen.

That unexpected contact upon her tender maidenhead caused Wonder Woman’s jaw to drop. She let out a startled yelp, as her entire mighty body suddenly trembled.

But the Geek barely heard the Amazon’s panicked bleating, nor the sudden shake that ran through her silky shimmying curves. He was too distracted by the sudden ringing in his head, and the way the world briefly seemed to whirl and spin about him.

He had thought, after all the pussies he had fucked, that women's bodies no longer held any power over him. He had been wrong. The feeling of Wonder Woman's sacred hymen pushing back against his finger - confirming beyond all doubt that the gorgeous goddess wiggling before him had never known the thrust or accepted the cum of any other man - suddenly caused him to hunger for her conquest like he'd never hungered for anything before in his life. He could not let her go, after all. He had to have her. She had to be his. Now.

Danger Man panted for breath a few times, staring down at Diana's curvy wiggling body in shock. Then, withdrawing his fingers from her cunt, with nothing but a predatory growl to announce his intentions he reached both hands up - one dry, one dripping with her juices - and seized a tight grip upon her buxom bare hips.

Wonder Woman's head whirled, and she gaped back up at him in worry. She may have never experienced it, but something about her and the hero's stance and posture - her legs open before him, his hands upon her hips - sent an instinctive spiral of dread corkscrewing up her spine. "What ... what are you doing?!" she gasped, up over her shoulder.

"What does it look like?" he asked. Swinging his hips forward, he pressed the tip of his penis up against her leaking cunt. "I'm going to fuck your brains out, Princess," he purred.

Wonder Woman's jaw dropped. For a moment, she could only quiver before him in shock. "But... but you promised... you wouldn't!" she moaned, blinking in disbelief up at him.

He chuckled - his fingers tightening, digging in to the silkily curved flesh of her buxom fertile bare hips. "Sorry, babe," he cooed. "I lied!" Pushing his hips forward, he sank the eagerly twitching tip of his penis deeper into her pussy.

Slowly, the color drained off Wonder Woman's face. "You... you can't do this..." she whispered, poised helpless, her thighs open and her pussy drooling, before his impending thrust. "You're... you're a hero!"

"Am I?" Danger Man cooed. Staring up at him her blue eyes, moist with horror, slowly grew wider and wider...

To be continued