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WONDER WOMAN: ROPE A DOPE
By Pigboy
Diana Prince normally enjoyed going undercover. This night, not so much. The smugglers she was looking for were reported going to meet somewhere on 69th street. The street only ran for three blocks, but it was three blocks of hookers, pimps and drug pushers. The city’s most seedy, most dangerous red light district. A straight-laced federal agent would stand out, so Diana was dressed like a hooker.
“Hey, I ain’t never seen you before, ho,” a gaudily attired pimp said, leaning against his purple Mercedes Benz with a pair of silicone blondes hanging off him. “Who’s your manager?”
He meant, who was her pimp. For some odd reason they all avoided the pimp word, but had no problem calling the women whores, bitches, sluts and hos. It made her so mad she could barely contain herself. Once again, she vowed to return after her agency’s sting operation was over and clean 69th street up. Once and for all time. As her alter ego, Wonder Woman, it shouldn’t take more than a few days, a week at the most.
“I’m my own woman,” Diana said, just managing to keep the sneer off her beautiful, brightly made up face. She stopped to strike an arrogant pose before the tall, muscular African-American pimp. He looked her over with hungry, yet calculating eyes. She knew she was the most spectacular “working girl” on that street, wearing a skin-tight shiny black mini-dress that barely covered her asset, top and bottom. Shiny red thigh boots and red satin opera gloves. “I do all the dirty work, so why give some parasitic pimp half my earnings?”
One of the smugglers pulled up across the street. Her bright blue eyes locked on him as pleasure flowed through her statuesque body. Success! It was their leader, Joe, a big, fierce looking man, despite being rather tall, dark and handsome. He looked around warily, talking on a cell phone the whole time. Once he seemed satisfied, he entered a topless bar called, Wilde Girls Gentlemen's Club.
“A manager earns his share, ho,” the pimp said, walking up to her.
Diana bristled. He was very daring, and now interfering with her job. He stood between her and the topless bar’s door, as she was sure a second smuggler arrived. Worse, the pimp stood entirely too close. Practically pressed against her, since she didn’t want to back away and look weak and pathetic. Pimps were predators and any sign of weakness from her would cause him to pounce. So she placed one red-gloved hand on his massive chest, and pushed him back a step. Instead of taking the hint, he instead grabbed her wrist and twisted it up behind her back. It happened so fast she barely had time to gasp in surprise.
“Nice tits, ho,” the pimp said, groping her tits through her dress with his free hand.
“Stop it and let me go,” she said, struggling but in an inferior position.
“You got her, Sugar Bear,” one of the blonde hookers said, looking wickedly satisfied. “Use your bitch tamer on her. That’ll tame her free spirit, and make her one of your devoted lovers and girls.”
Diana rolled her eyes, even as she spotted three more smugglers arriving at the topless bar across the street. Sly was a tall blonde, while Tank was a seven foot tall monster. The third was Hector, second only to Joe in their gang. She so needed to be inside that place. Then she gasped and tensed, as Sugar Bear’s hand left her tits, went up under her skirt and slipped beneath the bright red satin thongs.
“Don’t touch me…ooh….there,” Diana said, eyes closing as waves of pleasure radiated throughout her shapely body. Her pussy was too damned sensitive, especially when she was in a precarious situation. Especially when she was being manhandled and/or captured. Then the pimp unzipped. “Wait! Not on the street, moron. Take me to a room, and I’ll do you proper.”
Diana had “worked” 69th street for the past three nights. She couldn’t avoid taking men into the small hooker hotel, unless she wanted to stand out. That would mark her as a threat to the street people. But she was a superior woman, with superior intellect and skills. Once she got the potential john inside a room, she’d quickly spin and turn into Wonder Woman. Then she’d use her golden lasso on him, her magic making him forget she was Wonder Woman, and she gave him a fond memory of pay-for-sex bliss. They left happy, and no one on the street was the wiser.
The pimp wouldn’t be a problem, with a little privacy.
“Bitch, you're the one whose gonna be done proper like,” he said, slapping her ass.
He released her, but shoved her towards the hooker hotel. Diana stumbled forward, barely staying atop her six inch stilettos. Regaining her balance, she smiled smugly at him and headed toward the hotel entry.
“Come on. Let’s find out if you’re man enough to master me,” Diana said, giving him a smoldering look.
Minutes later they were inside the room she rented for the night, overlooking 69th street. She glanced out the window, and longed to get inside the topless bar. First, though, she’d have to take care of the pimp.
Diana lifted her arms, ready to begin her transforming spin. But Sugar Bear grabbed her, enfolded her within his arms and kissed her hard, deep and passionately. She froze, eyes wide in shock. Being dominated made her feel all tingly inside. So hard to breath. Harder to think straight.
Finally, he released her. He looked her over with satisfaction, liking the dazed and confused look on her lovely face. For her part, Diana sucked in deep breaths and tried to reclaim her composure.
“Let me get properly dressed,” Diana said, afraid he was about to grab her again. She smiled, and then spun. Bright light engulfed her, and when if faded Wonder Woman stood before the gawking pimp. “Surprise.”
“You’re Wonder Woman?”
“Ah, your powers of observation and deduction are awe inspiring. Let’s play rope-a-dope, shall we? You are the dope,” Wonder Woman said, removing her magic lasso. His eyes dropped to the rope and widened. Then he turned for the door. She was too fast and looped the golden lasso around him three times. “Okay, pimp. New plan. I need to go inside the topless club down the street. You are going to take me, acting as my pimp.”
“I’m your pimp,” he said. “Take you to the topless bar.”
“Exactly,” she said. “I’ll pick where we sit, and then we’ll be pimp and whore until I say otherwise. Got it?”
“Got it,” he said.
“After I change back to my hooker persona, you will completely forget I am Wonder Woman. I’ll just be your newest girl, Diana,” she said. The sexy super heroine removed her magic rope, curled it up and hung it off her golden girdle. Then she spun and changed back into her hooker clothes. “Okay, Sugar Bear, I’m ready. Shall we go?”
His eyes glazed over a second as her lasso’s magic did it’s work on his memories. Then he looked her over with relish, and offered his arm.
“Ha! I knew I could tame you, Diana,” he said, looking real pleased with himself. “I know just the place to show you off, too.”
“Great,” she said. “You’re the man, Sugar Bear.”
Sugar Bear took Diana to his car. For a second she panicked, afraid she wasn’t specific enough about which topless bar. But he just got his pimp cup from the car, and then took her across the street to the topless bar. Inside it was dark and seedy, with five stages for naked women to dance erotically. All five stages were occupied with beautiful women, with more women giving table dances in the audience or flirting with customers.
Diana quickly located the table the smugglers were sitting around. Fortunately, there was an empty table next to theirs. She led Sugar Bear to that table and started to sit. But Sugar Bear sat first, and pulled her atop his lap. Before she understood what was happening, he had a fistful of silky soft black hair, pulling her head back and claiming her glossy red lips in a deep open-mouth kiss.
The notorious pimp spent ten minutes kissing, fondling and otherwise manhandling the Amazing Amazon. The smugglers were watching them, so she couldn’t break character. Diana was forced to endure all of Sugar Bear’s efforts, silently cursing herself for not being more specific in how he was to comport himself with her. It was her fault he was treating her like one of his whores. Obviously, this was how he used his girls.
“Time to get to work, Diana,” Sugar Bear said, standing up. Even before her red booted feet hit the floor, he was unzipping her dress and peeling it off her voluptuous body. Then he lifted her up atop their table. Diana stood wide-eyed atop the table, in nothing but her red thigh boots, red satin opera gloves and matching thong panties. “Dance, ho. Show everyone what you got. Show them what they can have and enjoy for fifty dollars.”
Diana froze for a second, her mind still spinning and body overheated, tingly, and aching in all the right places. She cupped her own heavy white globes, noting how hard and erect the nipples were. Her thumbs stroked the hypersensitive nipples, sending waves of intense pleasure radiating throughout her shapely body, forcing a low moan from slightly parted lips.
Bright blue eyes looked around at all the interested men watching her. She was in a bad spot. Her libido was supercharged by rough handling, and everyone expected her to put on a show atop the table. If she refused Sugar Bear’s command, then she risked blowing her cover.
The sexy federal agent began to dance atop the table, while Sugar Bear tried to entice someone to hire her. Though everyone watched her with interest, no one moved to hire her. She did not want to take another trip to the hotel, rope-another-dope, and come back. She was where she wanted to be. Now if she could just figure out how to ditch Sugar Bear, so she could covertly listen in on the smugglers.
“You boys don’t know what you are missing,” Sugar Bear said, getting annoyed. “I’ll show you.”
“What?” Diana said as he grabbed both of her ankles. Then he pulled her feet out from under her, causing the sexy Amazon to fall on her ass atop the table. Boobs bouncing, she cried out in surprise. Then before she recovered, Sugar Bear pulled her thong panties off and pushed her onto her back atop the table. “Wait, Sugar Bear, not here on the…” His long, thick black cock slipped inside her, spreading her vagina wider and wider. Stretching her out in the most wonderful way. He grabbed her ankles, and spread her legs in a wide V. Her eyes rolled up, back arched and she clutched at the table edges. The waves of pleasure rolling through her body were incredible. “Oh, Hera. Oh, Goddess. So BIG.”
The big pimp quickly fucked the beautiful Amazon senseless. She felt her insides melt, and soon she wasn’t capable of coherent thought. Soon she was panting loudly, gasping with each and every long, hard stroke into her responsive body. After a couple minutes of banging her properly, he released her ankles and grabbed her sloshing tits.
“Oh, Hera, so good. Too good,” she gasped, eyes going wide and rolling back as she felt a profound change in her body. Those hot, liquidly erotic sensations within her body changed, crossing the threshold and started that mad charge to climax. “Yes! Yes! Don’t...stop....YES! I’m...all...most....there...Aaaggggggggghhhhh!”
"That's how you fuck a bitch!" Sugar Bear cried, pulling out and looking around. He pointed at one of the smugglers. "You. You want a freebie from my hot ho, Diana?"
"Free? Hell yeah," Tank said, standing up and moving over to the table.
Diana was sprawled atop the table, her booted legs hanging limply off the edge. Her head rocked back and forth as she dealt with the aftershocks of her climax. She licked full red lips as one of the wicked men she was after moved up between her wide-spread knees.
She gawked up at Tank, at seven feet of muscle and viciousness. His face was narrow and hawkish, with fierce dark eyes. He hair was cut short, in a style called "flat top." He leaned over Diana, both big hands grabbing her sensitive boobs. Kneading them. Pulling and rolling her nipples. Driving her already scrambled mind crazy.
"Oh no," she whispered, disgusted such a man would enjoy her divine femininity. Worse, she hated the way her body reacted. Hated how her usually quick and sharp mind slowed and numbed as the pleasure increased. "Please."
"See, the ho is begging for it," Sugar Bear said. "Diana loves the boys."
Diana watches with bated breath as Tank unzipped and guided his long, fat cock straight into her throbbing, achy cunt. She sucked in a sharp breath when he penetrated, pushing hard and deep in the first thrust.
"Take that, bimbo," Tank growled. He roughly fondling her tits as he started pounding his cock into her, so hard and fast. "Yeah, you like it. You sluts all like it when I fuck you stupid."
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried with every thrust. She couldn't believe the size of him, the sheer girth of his cock. No one had ever spread her hole like that. The sweetest ripples flowed through her overheated, super-sensitive body. She clutched desperately at his thick arms, gawking up into his lusty face. "Mercy. Please, it's…too….uuggh…too much….Oh! I can't…Take it much….longer."
Tank hauled off and slapped her across the face. Thwack! "You'll take it until I stop giving it, slut!" Thwack!
"Aaaiieee! I'm sorry!" she cried.
Diana felt her face heat up. The humiliation! He was making her beg for mercy, and she hated how weak and helpless she felt as he thrust into her, harder and faster than she'd ever known. It was so shameful for a Amazon, much less an Amazon Princess, to be so thoroughly dominated by a man.
Shame and humiliation fueled her libido, and that just made it the more shameful, thus arousing.
It's a vicious circle whenever I fall victim to a man's lust! Diana thought dismally.
She felt her body change, start that mad rush to climax she loved so much. Loved too much. Her eyes rolled up, as her back arched, and Diana cried out inarticulately.
"Oh! My! Uuuggghhhhhh!"
Her body exploded with pleasure. Her very core vibrated. Throbbed. And then Tank came deep inside her, and she climaxed all over again when that fact registered in her fertile mind. As Tank pulled out, she felt a profound sense of relief. And then she felt his thick, hot cum start to dribble out.
One of the strippers hurried over and dropped between Diana's legs. The redhead's tongue quickly caught that thick rope of cum, and pulled it into her mouth. Then she pressed her lips to Diana's pussy and sucked hard. Diana felt the sucking and the redhead's tongue drawing the cum out of her. So she squeezed her vagina muscles, and sent more cum into the stripper's mouth.
Good riddance, Diana thought. I don't want his man cum inside me anyway.
Diana watched with hooked eyes as the redhead stood up and opened her mouth to show everyone the cum. They cheered her. And then she moved around the table, next to Diana's head, and bent over to press her lips to the Amazon's lips.
"Uugghh!" Diana cried into her mouth as all that cum rushed down into her mouth.
"Snowball!" another stripper cried. "Look at the hooker now. She wasn't expecting that."
They all laughed at Diana as she was forced to swallow all of Tank's cum. The redhead climbed on top of her, and they sucked face for a few minutes. Then Sugar Bear took over.
"Enough, Red," he said, grinning. "Diana's got to get back to work."
The pimp pulled the redhead off Diana, and then yanked the Amazon off of the table. Diana wobbled atop rubbery legs for a second, her body still quaking from the aftershocks of those climaxes. She felt dizzy and confused, knowing she was in deep trouble. Sugar Bear had absolute control of her, and there wasn't anything she could do about it without betraying her true identity as Wonder Woman.
I'm so fucked, she thought.
Sugar Bear thrust her forward. "Get to work."
The men all looked eager. One hand cupping a tingling boob, the other stroking her inner thigh, she swallowed hard as she looked around and saw men with money in hand. The big, black man next to her had two twenties and a ten in hand, holding it up to her.
"You want a date?" she said. She licked her lips, and then bit her lower lip, as she noticed the bulge in his pants.
"Yeah. Here," he said.
Diana took the money, and he pulled her onto his lap, forcing her to straddle him. He hugged her tight as he motorboated her tits. Then he unzipped and maneuvered her over his long, black cock.
"Wait. Don't you want to go get a room?"
"Can't wait," he said, and impaled her.
"Aaaaiiieee! Oooooh," she cried. "So wrong. Ooooooh."
Diana was forced to bounce up and down his shaft. Everyone was watching with wicked glee. Even the strippers stopped dancing to watch her getting fucked.
"Too much," she gasped out. "Help me. Too much. I'm losing…myself…in this…wickedness. This base carnal…uuggghh."
"And I'm losing myself…inside you!" her john said, voice strained.
She felt him coming, filling her up. Their comingled cum dribbling out around his pumping cock. Diana felt to nasty, so completely used and debased. Like a cheap slut.
Oh, Hera, I'll need a week to recover from this…this…humiliation, she thought. She looked around at all of the eager faces, and so many hands with money for her services. Two men got up from a nearby table and were heading towards her with determined faces. Oh, Hera, two at once? I thought it couldn't get worse. I am so fucked!
And then it got even worse.
"You are under arrest for soliciting and prostitution, young woman," the first of the two men said. The other man pulled her arms back and snapped handcuffs on her wrists.
"You're cops?" she said.
"Surprise," he said, flashing his badge. "You have the right to remain silent…"
As he read Diana her rights, she looked around for Sugar Bear. If she was to be arrested, then her pimp had to go down, too. But the pimp was nowhere to be seen.
That just sucks! she thought angrily. As usual, the woman takes all the blame!
Diana wasn't allowed to clothe her nudity. The vice cops took her away, put her in their car and headed for the police station. Within ten minutes Diana Prince was getting her mug shot…in the nude. Oh, they let her hold the information plaque in front of her, where it was just big enough to hide her nipples. But it was quite obvious she was naked, with a nice amount of side tit caught in the photos.
After she was process, they threw her in a cell with a dozen other hookers. No one even bothered to interrogate her. Or ask her what she was doing. Hooker. Caught red-handed. Open and shut case. And it was, since she wasn't about to tell them the truth. It was too humiliating, and she would do anything to keep her coworkers at the IADC from finding out about this…setback.
"Prince! Diana Prince," a jailor called.
"Yes, officer?" she said, hurrying to the barred door as he started unlocking it. "You're letting me go?"
"Yep. Your bail was paid," he said.
That wasn't good. She felt her face heating up. Was it Steve Trevor? Her boss. It if was then she would just die of humiliation.
The jailor led her out, to find Sugar Bear waiting. Diana stopped dead in her tracks. That could only mean…
"You're pimp bailed you out," the jailor said with disgust. "Get your skanky butt out of here, whore."
Sugar Bear stepped up, and held out her tight, black minidress. She took it reluctantly, and quickly slipped back into it. The pimp zipped her up, and then grabbed a fistful of silky black hair and yanked her head way back.
"You need me, Diana. You are mine now," he said, and kissed her long and hard.
Sugar Bear took her by the hand and headed for the door. Diana followed obediently, rubbing her lips together as she tried to ignore the dozen cops standing around and watching, shaking their heads and looking disgusted. The pimp led her straight to the back seat of an expensive Mercedes Benz, with a bikini clad Asian beauty driving.
"Home, Jiji," Sugar Bear said, and unzipped. "Suck it, Di."
"You're a bastard and a pig," she said, but wrapped her red satin gloved hand around the base and gave him a few firm strokes. Then she lowered her face into his lap, opened wide, and sucked him down. Then she rolled her tongue around the head, gave the driver a speculative look, and looked up into Sugar Bear's dark, fierce eyes. "I can't wait to get you alone, and properly thank you for all you have done."
Ruined my life, for starters. Turned me into a working hooker, for another. And thoroughly dominated and humiliated me ten times over, Diana thought. The IADC will find out about tonight soon enough, and I'll lose my job. But I'm still, and will always be, Wonder Woman.
One hand stroking his thick, black shaft, the other fondling his huge, hairy balls, Diana went down on Sugar Bear. She was already completely debased and humiliated, so might as well continue the ruse. Sugar Bear had to be convinced she was docilely and obediently his to use, abuse, and command. And as soon as they were alone, she would change into Wonder Woman and they could play another round of rope-a-dope.
"Mmmm. Ngh," she moaned, enjoying it way too much.
Suddenly, he pushed down on her head and started coming in her mouth. Her cheeks ballooned, filled with hot cum. She was amazed. So much cum. When he wouldn't let her pull off his cock, she had no choice. Diana swallowed. Gulped and swallowed, and then continued bobbing her head until he slowly went flaccid.
"We're here," Jiji said.
Diana sat up, head spinning, her senses filled with the smell and taste of the pimp. She looked around with woozy eyes, trying desperately to reclaim her wits. She hated how easily she lost herself in sex. Taking a deep breath, she tried to focus on the coming rope-a-dope moment. She had to be focused, so that she gave him better, more explicit commands this time.
Sugar Bear lived in a high rise luxury building. As soon as they stepped into the elevator, she thought about spinning and turning into Wonder Woman. Then she remembered a lot of buildings had security cameras in the elevators. So she had to endure him kissing and fondling her all the way up to the tenth floor.
"Get naked and on your knees, Di," Sugar Bear said, thrusting her into the condo. "I'm going to use my bitch tamer on you all night, so that you never, ever even think you have a choice in your life. I own you, body and soul."
Diana gawked at him. He grinned, and turned back to the door to lock it. Anger blossomed, and she immediately spun around. Releasing her power. Becoming Wonder Woman!
"I think we need to rethink that," Wonder Woman said, removing her enchanted lasso. The Lasso of Truth shone golden in the dim light of the condo. Sugar Bear turned around with a frown, which turned into a look of surprise. "Hello. Remember me?" She held up her lasso. "Let's play another round of rope-a-dope, shall we?"
"Another? You used your magic rope on me before?"
"Mmmm, yeah," she said, crinkling her nose. "Didn't work out as I expected. I wasn't careful enough in my commands, and due to that mistake you were able to publically screw me, pimp me off, and get my butt arrested. I won't make that mistake again."
"You're admitting that to me?"
Wonder Woman shrugged, and wagged her brows as she held her lasso up again. "Yes. I don't care, since you won't remember any of this when I'm through."
He got a sly look, and grinned with wicked delight. "You actually liked being my whore."
She froze, tensed up. Then she shrugged. "Maybe a little. Doesn't matter. Now, be a good little stinking pimp and let's do this nice and easy."
It was Sugar Bear's turn to shrug. "Whatever."
Wonder Woman prepared the lasso as she strolled up to him, maybe a bit too sassily. But she was feeling her oats, especially seeing the look of reluctant acceptance on the pimp's previously arrogant face. She so loved putting those big, bad misogynistic men in their place.
"I'd like to say it's been a pleasure knowing you, Sugar Bear, and rather interesting and fun fucking you, too, but all good things must end," she said. "I'm going to use my lasso to end your pimping career. I'm going to turn you into the kind of man I prefer, a good and moral upstanding man. Say good-bye to debauchery and sexual exploitation."
She tossed the golden lasso. The loop rose up, and…Sugar Bear stepped aside. His hand reached out and seized the rope.
"Hey!" she cried. He yanked the enchanted rope towards him, pulling her forward and off-balance. "Oh!"
Sugar Bear's other hand balled up into a fist, and struck Wonder Woman in the chin with a powerful uppercut. Her eyes crossed, and she staggered before him, struggling to keep her feet upon wobbly legs. Then he quickly looped the golden lasso around her upper chest once, twice, and a third time for good measure.
"Oooooh," Wonder Woman groaned.
"Freeze. Don't move, Wonder Woman," Sugar Bear commanded.
Wonder Woman obeyed, despite her mind screaming in rage.
"What do I have to do to make you my absolute slave?"
"Just command me to be so," she said, voice all whispery. Her baby blues rolled around. She looked so discombobulated. "The lasso's magic will compel me to obey."
He pulled her in close, and kissed her full red lips. "Kneel."
Wonder Woman dropped to her knees. She looked up, held by his fierce gaze. Swallowing hard, she felt the butterflies fire up in her belly. He had absolute power over her, in a way he'd never had over any woman. How would he react? What would he do to her? What would he make her do?
"Wonder Woman, you are my slave. My absolute, obedient, sex slave," he said.
She felt her body changing, becoming super aroused. Ready for anything and everything. Just as a sex slave should be. Worse, she felt her mind changing, wrapping around her new reality.
"I am yours," she whispered.
"You are a hooker, a whore, a filthy, stinking little slut who lives to fuck, fuck, fuck, and the nastier the better," he said in that fierce, commanding voice.
Wonder Woman sucked in a sharp breathe. Her mind was being warped by the lasso's magic, bending her to his wicked will. She tried to stop it, but it was too strong.
"Oh, master," she purred.
"I am your master, now and forever," he said. "You cannot disobey me. You do not even want to disobey me."
"I am yours to command, master," she said, trembling. Her heart pounded, her pussy throbbed and ached. She was all mushy hot inside and out. "I'm so horny."
"So am I," Sugar Bear said, unzipping. "Drop to all fours, I'm going to fuck your brains out, Wonder Woman!"
Wonder Woman obeyed, panting fiercely, as her master dropped down behind her, yanked her bottoms to the side, and shoved his monster cock up her ass. Eyes huge, she clawed the floor and cried out in pain.
"Aaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!"
"Scream it, Wonder Woman. Scream so the whole world knows I own you," he said. "I am so going to enjoying pimping your holier-than-thou ass out on the street."
Six weeks later…
Wonder Woman rubbed glossy red lips together, as she looked into her compact mirror. She rolled her tongue around in her mouth, still enjoying the taste of cum. The homeless man she'd just blown for five dollars was staggering down the street.
She popped her lips, admired the play of the street lights on her lips, and put away her compact and lip gloss. She cut her eyes to the side, watching the satisfied homeless man. Old Gus was sixty-eight year old black man. A war veteran. Not a hundred percent all there in the head. But he was a man, and had needs. All he could scrape together since she'd started working there was five dollars.
"I may be a skanky whore, but Wonder Woman can still do the occasional good deed," she said, and smiled as she wagged her brows. "Maybe I'll give him a freebie next time and let him fuck me proper."
She carried a red patent clutch, with golden decorations. It kind of matched her costume. Tonight her manager had her working as Wonder Woman. Word had gotten out she was conquered and quite happy with her new station in life. Lots of horny men came by looking for her.
"Come to momma, baby," she said, catching sight of a slow moving car. "Make my baby rich. Master wants to buy me a new pair of hooker heels."
The car stopped just short of her. She lifted a haughty brow, waiting to see if they were interested in her, or were going to one of the business establishments on the block. Her baby blues widened when four very familiar men got out of that car. Joe, Tank, Sly and Hector. Notorious smugglers, and the gang she was after when she met her beloved, her master.
An unfinished job, she thought.
That old, almost forgotten, need to mete justice washed over her. Because of her life "detour" those evil men had gone free. They were still free, ruining lives, getting rich doing so.
Hera! How I hate them, she thought. All four men immediately locked their attention on her. Oh shit, I bet at least one of them hires me. I'll have to fuck him, dammit. But then another thought came to her. Oh, yes, hire me.
"Hey, baby, like what you see?" Wonder Woman said, striking a sassy pose. "Want a date?"
"You're the one they say is the real Wonder Woman, aren't you?" Joe said, eyeing her suspiciously.
"In the sexy flesh, big boy," she said. "My master has tamed and claimed my sweet ass, and offers up all of its joy to big, strong men like you. I'm yours if you want me."
"Damn, Wonder Woman really has been conquered and put to work as a whore," Sly said. He had a big bulge in his pants. "Let's hire her, and pass her around."
Joe paused, looking her over. Wonder Woman winked at him, her heart racing. Please! Please! Hire me. Hire me, she thought.
"Show us your tits," Joe said.
Wonder Woman pulled her bustier down around her waist without hesitation.
"She wouldn't do that if she wasn't thoroughly tamed," Tank said. "I vote we all fuck her brains out. It'll be good to see her helpless and horny, bouncing on my dick. Eating me, sucking and slurping like a skanky whore."
"Stop!" Wonder Woman said, and wagged her brows. "You're making me all wet and horny. Bad boys."
Joe looked rattled. That pleased her to no end. She wasn't what he expected.
"What the fuck, might as well," Joe said. "Come with us, Wonder Woman."
Tank grabbed her by the upper left arm, while Hector grabbed her right. They walked her quickly across the street and into Wilde Girls Gentlemen's Club. She scowled as she looked around. That was the place she was arrested. Not a pleasant memory.
"Hey, you know I charge for this, right?" she said, remembering her master. He wouldn't like her giving four men freebies. "I usually get one hundred dollars, but I'll let you guys have me for fifty each since you're all doing me at once."
"Yeah, yeah," Sly said. He glanced back at her naked, jostling tits. "You'll get what you deserve."
That didn't sound good to Wonder Woman. Her master didn't like it when she failed to earn a certain amount, and they sounded like they might take their time fucking her.
"Hey, Bob, we need the private room," Joe said as they entered the strip club.
Bob threw a key to Joe, and he headed for a door in back. Wonder Woman looked around, recognizing almost every face as one of her customers over the past six weeks. More than a few were weekly or bi-weekly regulars. The way some of them were looking at her, she figured she'd have a few more customers to take care of after the smugglers had their way with her.
The private room had a leather couch and two matching chairs, arranged before a low round stage with a stripper pole. Sly unzipped and removed her red bustier, and Wonder Woman was thrust up upon the stage.
"Dance," Joe said.
The same music out in the main room was piped into the private room. Wonder Woman lifted her hands high, and started writhing sexily for the men. She wiggled and strutted, played with her big tits and gave the men simmering looks. After a minute or so the song ended, and ship quickly stripped off her blue, star-spangled bottoms before the next song started.
"Damn, a full Brazilian," Sly said. "I like it."
"It's what my boyfriend likes, too," she said. Sugar Bear liked it when she referred to him as her boyfriend. She kinda liked it too. Liked it a lot. She gave her slippery wet pussy a little slap. "I like it, too. It's a naughty…" she slapped it again, "…naughty little cunt. You should punish it with your big, throbbing cocks."
"Oh? Punish your pussy?" Joe said.
"Yeah, baby. Punish it. Trash it," she said. Wonder Woman slapped her pussy again, then grabbed the pole and swirled around it. She stepped to the edge of the stage, spread her legs and slapped that pussy again and again as she said, "Leave me an exhausted, sloppy mess."
She dropped to her knees, and plowed her fingers deep into her snatch. The Amazing Amazon rubbed herself vigorously, working her clit over especially good. Her body started changing, filling with mushy heat and her thighs tingled delightfully. It no longer took much to get her going, hot and heavy.
"Is that how your boyfriend keeps you in your place?" Sly said.
All four men were staring at her hand, watching her pleasure herself raptly. They looked about ready to explode. Wonder Woman felt her body change, moving closer to ultimate release and pleasure.
"Yeah," she said, and giggled. "Four, five times a day. He knows how to keep me happy and docile, baby. I bet you could do it, too."
"Oh, fuck you!" Hector cried. He jumped up and pulled her off the stage. Sitting on the edge of the stage, he forced her to face away from him, and then shoved his cock up her ass. "How do you like that, Wonder Woman!"
"Uggghh, so good," she cried. "Oh baby! Oh baby! Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"
His cock stretched her ass hole to the max, sending the sweetest ripples through her body. He energized her libido, made her all mushy and tingly inside. She relaxed and savored the feel of him inside her, sliding in and out.
"Sly, fuck her pussy," Joe said. "Let's see how she likes getting double penetrated."
Wonder Woman watched through hooded eyes as the big blonde stood up and approached. Hector was doing a number on her ass, driving her crazy. So good. Then Hector grabbed her legs above her knees, and pulled them wide and back, opening her up to Sly.
Sly looked her over with lusty eyes, then unzipped. When he stepped up close, she took his dick in hand and guided him to her achy, needy pussy. The big blonde thrust into her with a wanton groan.
"Oh, yes," Wonder Woman cried.
Sly stretched her out nicely, too, sending more waves of pleasure through her body. Together, Hector and Sly were fucking her crazy. Just the way she liked it. It did bother her that neither of them paid her ahead of time, which is how she liked it. It was easier to negotiate price before they got any, than after they were satisfied.
I have a bad feeling I'm not going to make much off this job, Wonder Woman thought, biting her lip as Sly bent down and sucked in a sensitive, erect nipple. Oh, so good. I'll just have to make it up to my Sugar Bear with some really bitchin' sex later.
"We can't take too long fucking her," Joe said. "We got a shipment to deliver. So don't hold back. Me and Tank want our shots at her, too."
"Do you think she's the real Wonder Woman, Joe?" Tank said.
"No way," he said. "She looks a lot like her, though. Really, they could be twins, but some pimp figured out she looks like the Amazon Princess and dressed her up as Wonder Woman. Doesn't matter, while I'm fucking her I'm going to pretend she's the real deal."
Wonder Woman wanted to challenge him on that. But Hector and Sly were fucking the shit out of her. She was huffing and puffing, unable to get her breath. Her mind was spinning, her body pushed to the very brink. She cried up, gasping, bucking, clutching desperately at Sly's broad, thick shoulders.
"Hera! Ooooh," she cried. And then her body erupted in exquisite, all consuming pleasure. "Aaaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhh."
"Holy shit, Batman," Sly cried. "Her pussy just clamped down on me. This is amazing!"
"Fucking A," Hector groaned, and shuddered.
Wonder Woman laughed with joy as she felt first Hector, then Sly come inside her. Both men were so full of the pleasure of fucking her that they were trembling almost as hard as she was. Her belly quivered with the aftershocks of climax, as her pussy ached for more, more, more.
"Please, do it again," she purred. "Please. Please."
Sly pulled out and returned to the couch. Hector rolled her off onto the stage, leaving Wonder Woman face down with her ass sticking up. She moaned and groaned, savoring the afterglow.
"Don't get too comfortable, Wonder Bitch," Joe said. "My and Tank want ours, now."
"Oooooh," she said. "Mmmm, are you going to double penetrate me, too?"
"Almost," Joe said, grabbed her hair and yanked her off the stage. "We're going to spit-roast your hot ass."
Wonder Woman wasn't familiar with that term. Odd, she'd thought she'd done just about everything there was sexually.
"Be gentle. I might be an Amazon, but I've been tamed," she said. "Please don't hurt me."
"Right. Grab your ankles, Wonder Bitch," Joe commanded, and swatted her ass.
"Ouch! Okay! Okay, I'm doing it," she said, locking her knees and bending over at the waist. Wonder Woman enjoyed the way it stretched her muscles. The fact both of her orifices were exposed to Joe's exploitation thrilled her to no end. She couldn't wait to find out if he fucked her pussy or her ass. She was hoping for the ass. "I'm all yours, baby. Take me any way you want me."
"I swear, you're too easy," Joe said, and swatted her ass again. "Just shut up. You're killing the fun." He shoved his cock up her ass, so hard and deep his hips slapped into her butt cheeks. "Aaah, yes. That feels good."
"Aaaaaggghhh," Wonder Woman cried, releasing her ankles and rising up. Joe stopped her rise when her body was parallel to the floor. She clawed at thin air as he started pumping into her, harder and faster, one hand clutching her long, back hair. "Oh, Hera! Ooooh."
"I'll shut the chatterbox up, boss," Tank said, moving in front of her. He pushed his monster cock into her face, rubbing it all over. He slapped it against her lips, slapped it all over her face. Then Tank guided it to her mouth, and pushed it all the way to the back of her throat. "That'll do the trick."
"Ack! Ngh!" she cried around his thickness. Her face burned, eyes filled with tears as she struggled with his length and girth. Wonder Woman wrapped both hands around his shaft, not so much for support or to give more pleasure, but to keep him from driving deeper, down her throat. "Uuugggh."
"I think she's having a bit of difficulty, Tank," Joe said, chuckling.
Tank shrugged. "Not my problem, boss."
Wonder Woman thought about making it his problem, by chomping down on his shaft. Sharp teeth would be his problem. But then the four of them would beat her to a bloody pulp.
Stupid pig, she thought. "Uugugh." She managed to pull back, getting some relief. Feeling better, she rolled her tongue around the bulbous head, and then licked his length up and down. Pushing his cock straight up, she licked, nibbled, and sucked on his hairy balls a long moment. Why can't men be nicer to the girls being this good to them?
Of course, she really did like it kinda rough. It was such a turn on to be thoroughly dominated, forced to do a man's will. Forced to do things she normally wouldn't consider. Just forced.
I'm such a kinky slut.
"Take me down your throat, Wonder Woman," Tank said, taking it away from her and shoving his cock back into her mouth.
Wonder Woman just managed to stop him at the back of her tongue. It was a close thing. The way her head was pulled so far back, it was practically a straight shot down her throat. She did deep throat, almost daily, but Tank was just too damned big.
Shaking her head, she cut her eyes up to catch his. She pleaded with her eyes, letting tears flow to garner sympathy. Tank wasn't buying. He tried to force his way through her defenses.
"Open up, bitch," he growled.
"Here, let me help you," Joe said.
Wonder Woman panicked. What was he going to do?
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Aaaggghhmmm," she cried around Tank's cock as Joe smacked the hell out of her butt cheeks. Thwackthwackthwackthwack! He spanked her hard and fast, sending intense pain shooting up her spine, down her legs, through her core. And, of course, Tank exploited her momentary distraction, and pushed deep down her throat. "Ack! Ack! Ngh. Ack!"
Tank filled her throat to the max, letting no air past and into her burning lungs.
Wonder Woman gagged and coughed, bucked and writhed. She stomped her stiletto-heeled feet, pounded on Tank's hips with her fists. All to no avail.
"Boss, the Wonder Bitch has the tightest throat," Tank groaned out. "Suck it! Suck it good."
Wonder Woman struggled to keep control of her mind and body. Normally sex made her crazy, this time it was gagging and choking. She felt desperation building.
Joe was pounding the hell out of her ass, while Tank took his sweet time slowly thrusting into her throat. After a while he pulled out of her throat.
"Suck it, Wondie. Suck it good, because I'm gonna shove it back down again," he said.
Ssssslurp! "Mmmm." Slurp. Slurp. Ssssslurp. "Hmmmmm."
Wonder Woman sucked him off like she'd never sucked before. She wanted him to come in her mouth, and fast. Preferably before he fucked her throat again.
SsssslurpSlurpSsssslurp! "MMmmmmm."
"She's good," Tank said, sounding very impressed. But then he shoved it into her throat again. "But that's better."
"Mmm. Ngh! Ack!" she cried, gagging. But not as badly this time. "Uuuugghhh."
Joe was pulling her attention away from Tank's abuse of her throat. His cock owned her ass. Between Hector before him, and now Joe, her ass felt thoroughly trashed. Trashed in that wonderfully wicked sort of way. He was pushing her to the brink. She was riding it, almost there but not quite going over the top. Joe could blow at any moment, and she'd miss her opportunity.
Wonder Woman snaked her left hand down between her legs, played with Joe's swinging balls a moment. She really loved the way his balls were smacking her pussy. Then she gave her pussy a few hard slaps, before rubbing circles around her hard, hypersensitive clit.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned as her body became super energized. The sweetest tingle flowed into her thighs, giving her warning it was about to hit. As Tank pulled out of her throat, and started spewing hot, viscous cum across her tongue, Wonder Woman's body tensed up and erupted. Her core throbbed and hummed with abject pleasure. She froze in place, every muscle of her spectacular body tensed up to the max, and just trembled violently.
"YES!" Joe cried, struck her ass with the hardest spank yet — THWACK! — and came up her ass. "That's how you fuck a stuck up super heroine!"
The Amazon Princess moaned and groaned, writhed and squirmed. She swallowed all Tank had to give, and sucked some more trying to get him to come again.
"More. Please, more," she begged.
"You want more?" Joe said. "We'll give you more than you can take, Wonder Bitch!"
"Only if you pay for it," Sugar Bear said.
We all froze, and then turned as one to look at the big pimp in the open door. My master and beloved didn't look pleased. He narrowed his eyes at me.
"You're spending way too much time with these men," he said. Looking me over, and then all around the room. "Did they pay you?"
Wonder Woman shook her head, panic setting in. "No. Not yet."
"Are you fucking crazy? I told you, no money, no pussy," he said. Then he turned to the four smugglers. "You owe the lady four hundred dollars. Pay it. Now."
Joe smiled. It wasn't a pleasant smile. "Make us."
Sugar Bear was big. Sugar Bear was violent. And Sugar Bear could fight like a mother fucker. Real nasty and vicious. But he understood odds, too. Of the four men before him, he was only bigger than one of them. So he smiled and covertly pulled out a golden lasso.
"Gentlemen, let us be reasonable here," he said, moving deeper into the room.
Wonder Woman smiled. Her man would handle those nasty smugglers. They'd soon be singing his tone. She was going to tell Sugar Bear exactly who and what they were, and let him decide what to do with them.
"Tank, hit him low!" Joe cried, and charged Sugar Bear.
"Master!" Wonder Woman cried
"What the..?!" the pimp cried, leaping away from Tank's charge, only to smash into Joe's.
Wonder Woman started to jump into the fray, but Sly seized her wrist and twisted her arm painfully up behind her back. Hector jumped onto Sugar Bear, too. The Amazon gasped when Joe wrestled the golden lasso from the pimp's grip.
"This changes everything," Joe said, holding the Lasso of Truth up and admiring it. He looked at Wonder Woman, huffing and puffing, struggling in vain in Sly's firm grip, and then back at the lasso. "I think she actually is the real Wonder Woman. With this lasso, this pimp could make even Wonder Woman eagerly whore herself. As we just saw."
"Fucking yeah," Sly said. "And now it's ours."
Joe looped the lasso around Sugar Bear. The pimp tensed up and froze.
"What is your name?"
"Sugar Bear."
"No, your real name," Joe said.
"Gilbert Gaines," he said.
"Okay, Gilbert," Joe said, and the others chuckled.
"Leave my Sugar Bear alone, you miscreants!"
"Boss, what's a miscreant?" Tank said.
"Not exactly sure, but I suspect it means bad person or criminal," Joe said, and shrugged. "Don't matter. Gilbert, be a good little pimp and go away. Do not bother us for any reason. Wonder Woman belongs to us now."
"Okay," he said.
Joe removed the Lasso of Truth, the others released the pimp, and he stood up, looked around, and walked out the door. Wonder Woman gawked after him. Joe watched her, watched the play of emotions on her gorgeous face. And then he looped the lasso around her upper body.
"Wonder Woman, what is your real name?" Joe said.
"Diana Prince," she said.
"Of the IADC?"
"Yes."
"Are you here looking for us?"
She paused. "Not today. I was six weeks ago, but Sugar Bear outwitted me, and made me his whore with my Lasso of Truth. I am here today because you hired me to fuck you."
"Now you are going to help us," Joe said.
"But I belong to Sugar Bear…"
"I don't care about that," Joe said, frowning at her. "You will help us in any way we ask."
The magic of the lasso flowed through her, icy cold and demanding.
Wonder Woman nodded. "I will help you."
Joe grinned, eyes full of wicked glee. "My friends, we just acquired super human help. Our newest member is Wonder Woman. And the best thing is, we don't have to pay her a share."
"No, the best part is we get to fuck her brains out every day," Sly said, cupping a large, firm breast and squeezing.
Six months later…
"Halt! Police!"
Joe froze, slowly raising his hands. Sly, Tank, and Hector did the same. The mobsters they were selling drugs to also raised their hands.
"Don't shoot," Joe said. "We give up."
"Like hell we will," one of the mobsters growled, starting to reach for a gun.
"No," Joe said. Then in a whisper, "Trust me. We got backup."
Guns drawn, two police officers moved towards them cautiously. Joe slanted a look over his shoulder, and grinned. As the cops grew near in the dark alley, a brightly costumed figure dropped silently behind them.
"I'd like to say it's been a pleasure, officers, but…." Joe said.
The cops froze. Wonder Woman rushed up behind them, and looped her lasso around the pair. Tugging on the golden lasso, she forced them together as the magic paralyzed them.
"You will put your guns away, leave right away, and forget you ever saw or heard anything here," Wonder Woman said. "In fact, I think it's time from you boys to go get some coffee and donuts. Go now."
She pulled off the lasso, and the two cops just turned and walked away as if there wasn't anything amiss. Wonder Woman watched them go, then turned back to her masters.
"Master, they might have called in seeing you here before they came in," she said. "It's not safe here."
"Wonder Woman works for you?" a mobster said. "Fucking incredible."
The Amazing Amazon just looked at him, face impassive. She didn't consider herself an employee of Joe's gang. She just helped them. Wonder Woman felt compelled to obey and please them in all ways.
It's what she lived for.
Cocking her head, "Master, I hear sirens. We should depart immediately."
"Are you sure she's safe?" another mobster said, eyeing her suspiciously. "How do you know she isn't working undercover for the Feds?"
Joe reached over and pulled the Lasso of Truth off Wonder Woman's belt. The mobsters' eyes went big. They all knew about her golden lasso, and feared it.
"I used this on her. I made Wonder Woman my bitch," Joe said. "Wonder Woman, take off your top and shake her tits at the nice men."
"Yes, master, but then we really need to hurry and leave," she said, reaching back to unzip. She pulled the red bustier, with the golden decorations, away from her body. The mobsters gawked, taking in her heavenly beauty as her boobs jostled and settled. She rocked her shoulders back and forth, sending her big firm boobs to shaking. "Enjoy, boys, these amazing tits are pure Amazon titty meat. Bigger, firmer, riding higher than regular women's titties. They are…Wonderful tits."
"And you're wonderful," Sly said, grinning at the mobsters' reaction.
Wonder Woman smiled, tilting her head sexily. "Thank you, master. I try." She glanced back down the alley, scrunched her nose, and started putting her bustier back on. "Master, more police have arrived. It's now or never."
"I'd leave right now if I were you," Joe told the mobsters. He turned to Wonder Woman, holding the suitcase with the money. "Let's go, Wonder Tits."
Wonder Woman smiled, squatted behind him, placed both hands on his butt, and thrust him up, up, and onto the roof five stories up. Then she did the same to Tank, Sly, and Hector. And finally, after a very wanton wink at the stunned mobsters, she jumped up onto that roof with her masters. With her help, the smugglers moved five buildings over before dropping down into another alley and their waiting van.
Sly took the wheel, and Wonder Woman removed her top and knelt in the middle of the other three smugglers.
"So, masters, how do you want me this time? Oral? Anal? How about three rousing titty fucks, where you come all over my face and tits, and then wash me off by pissing on me?"
"No, we do that to you every morning, before your real shower," Joe said.
"I know, but I really, really like it," she said. Her eyes closed, perfectly manicured hands coming up to cup and caress her big boobs. Her nipples were erect, looking dark with arousal. "Especially the peeing on my face, in my mouth, all over my tits, and soaking my hair with stinky, sexy urine." She shivered as a thrill raced up her spine. "I love it so. I can't get enough bukkake and golden showers."
They watched her with bated breath, as Wonder Woman rolled her nipples between her fingers, pinching hard, twisting savagely, as she pulled those sensitive buds.
"I know," Joe said, glancing at her magic lasso. "It is our will."
"Please," she begged.
"It'll leave a big puddle of piss in the van," Joe said. "Piss and cum."
"I know."
"If we do this for you, then after we get back to the house you'll have to clean up the mess," Joe said. "With your mouth and tongue."
"Ooooh, please," she groaned out, yanking her blue, star-spangled bottoms aside. She slapped her pussy, over and over, harder and harder. "That's so nasty sexy. Please, master. Please."
The three smugglers dropped their pants, pulled out their big cocks and started stroking away. Wonder Woman dropped to all fours, and sucked Joe's cock into her eager mouth. She rolled her tongue, fondled his balls, and sucked hard for a moment, then she pulled away and turned to Hector. The Amazon Princess kissed and licked Hector's cock and balls, and then sucked him down for a bit of deep throat, before she turned her attention to Tank. She gave Tank the most intensive head she could, making him jerk and grunt with pleasure. And then she sucked her way around them again, and again.
Finally…
"Lay down, Wondie!" Joe cried.
Wonder Woman laid down in the middle of them, face up. The smugglers furiously stroked their cocks, until hot cum spewed out. Joe came all over her face, then Tank came on her tits. Hector shot his cum all over her, from lips to knees. All the while the gorgeous super heroine writhed below them, moaning and groaning, spreading their cum all over her body with her hands.
They watched her gasping and crying out with joy, totally lost in her little sex fantasy. And then the natural urge hit them. When all three were ready, Joe nodded and relaxed his bladder.
"Yes! Shower me! Bath me in wonderful, hot pee!" Wonder Woman cried. "Oooooh, golden shower glory….oooooh."
Joe aimed for her open mouth, grinning as he flooded that sweet orifice. Hector and Tank hosed her down, peeing up and down her shapely body. Wonder Woman's back arched up dramatically, her baby blues going wide, and she screamed.
"Aaaaiieeeee! Oh, Hera! Yes! Yes!" she cried. Her body trembled violently with orgasm, filling her with hot pleasure. "So wonderfully nasty!"
"Dammit!" Sly cried. "Why do you guys always do shit like that when I'm driving?"
Wonder Woman rolled over onto her belly, propping herself up on her elbows as the three smugglers shoot out the last drops upon her. She gave Sly a wanton, come hither gaze, full of passion and need. She licked the pee and cum off her lips, and smiled with wicked delight.
"You want me to suck you off while you drive, master?"
"Hell fucking yes," he said.
The Amazing Amazon slowly, sensuously crawled towards him. Sly was shaking, his eyes darting back and forth between her and the road. He kept veering into other lanes, causing the other drivers the hit their brakes and their horns. Wonder Woman's smiled broadened. She so loved driving her masters crazy with desire for her.
"Of fucking shit!" Sly cried.
KA-BOOM!
Wonder Woman was thrown through the front windshield as the van plowed into something. She hit grass, rolled and rolled. A tree finally stopped her.
"Ugh. Son of ….ugggh," Wonder Woman groaned. "What happened?"
KA-BOOM!
"Hera save me!" she cried, looking in horror as her masters' van burst into flames. "Masters!"
Bystanders were rushing towards the burning vehicles. There looked to be about five cars involved. Only the van was burning. So far.
No one seemed to notice her in the nightshadows of the tree. Wonder Woman knelt there, tears flooding her face, and watch her masters' van burn up. Her masters were all gone.
"I'm free," she whispered at length. With the demise of the smugglers, their control of her vanished. The commands they gave her ceased to rule her life, her thoughts, her emotions. "I'm my own woman again. Free."
Her life otherwise was ruined. As far as she knew no one had figured out that Wonder Woman had helped the smugglers, so her super heroine reputation was still sterling. But Diana Prince was a known prostitute. The IADC had long since terminated her. Her friends likely wanted nothing to do with her. Hell, she didn't even have an apartment any more.
"Looks like Diana Prince has to start over from scratch," she said, standing. She made sure no one was looking her way, and spun around. A flash of golden light consumed her, and she was Diana Prince once again. Now wearing skinny jeans, a red tank, and matching stiletto pumps, she adjusted the glasses on her face and pulled her hair back in a ponytail. "I'll have to find a job tomorrow, and then an apartment."
Two months later…
Ring. Ring.
Diana paused and opened her purse. It wasn't her personal cell ringing, but the special one that belonged to Wonder Woman.
"Hello, Wonder Woman," she said, expecting it to be the police or one of her super hero associates.
"Wonder Woman, I have a tip for you," a female voice said. "There is terrorist meeting going down tonight at the Wilde Girls Gentlemen's Club. At ten o'clock tonight."
Click.
"I hate it when they do that," she said. Wonder Woman frowned. The Wilde Girls was that strip club on 69th street, where her problems all began. She crinkled her nose, and shrugged. "I doubt it's a legit tip, but I can't ignore it."
She had a little time. It was only 8:35 P.M., so she finished her dinner and paid the bill. She really wanted an after dinner drink, but that would have to wait. At 9:30 she got in her car and drove over to 69th street, cruised up and down it a few times. She recognized a couple of the hookers from her time with Sugar Bear. She even spotted two new pimps, but her old manager was nowhere to be seen. At ten before ten, she parked her car one street over and hurried over to Wilde Girls in her street clothes.
"Are you applying for a job?" the doorman said. He was new, too.
"No, I just like to watch pretty girls dance," she said, and smiled brightly. "I'm a lesbian."
She wasn’t, but didn't want him too suspicious of her. As she entered, she wondered if lesbians really did go to strip clubs. She kind of doubted it, but you never know.
Finding an empty table in back, she crossed her legs and turned her attention to the main stage. A hot little blonde was shaking her money makers. A couple men were standing next to the stage, dollar bills folded lengthways, and eager to give her money. Diana wondered for the thousandth time if maybe she should become a stripper. With her criminal record it was impossible to get anything but demeaning, minimum wage jobs. She was really struggling to survive.
"Hey, beautiful," a familiar voice said.
"Oh!" Diana said, heart instantly pounding. Before her stood Sugar Bear. He was looking good, too, in an expensive suit. "Please, I'm here on business."
She remembered he knew exactly who she was, Diana Prince and Wonder Woman. He knew too much. Wonder Woman couldn't believe it hadn't occurred to her to tie up that potentially dangerous loose end.
"Long time no see, Di," he said. "I heard your new masters got themselves killed a couple months ago. I've been looking for you."
"Hmm, well, I haven't been looking for you," she said. "I'm moving on with my life. Now, if you'll excuse me, I really have important business here."
Sugar Bear grinned. "Naw. I had Tiffany call in that tip about a terrorist meeting here."
"You what?" she said, baby blues narrowing.
"I had to get you here," he said. Sugar Bear held out his hand. "Come. It's time you went back to work doing what you do best. Fucking for money."
"How dare…ugh," she said. Deep inside something stirred. Memories filled her mind of wild, wanton sex with Sugar Bear, his other girls, and so many men who were eager to pay her to do nasty things. The thrill of strutting the street. Of bagging the big spender. "I-I can't…I'm t-trying to put my life…"
"I am your master, Diana. I never released you from my power," he said. "Those other men stole you away, but you still belong to me."
Heat flowed through her, head to toe. Her pussy throbbed, ached. She felt her nipples tightening up, swelling with arousal. She bit her full red lips, trying desperately to rein in her raging emotions, rein in her dark desires. She so wanted to obey him. To be his. Sugar Bear's absolute, obedient slave girl.
"Take my hand, Diana."
"Please. Y-You don't understand."
He smiled with wicked delight. "Oh, I understand. You are mine, body and soul."
Diana fought desperately. Her hand rose up to his, grasping it. He pulled her to her feet, looking her up and down appreciatively. His gaze lingered on her breasts, then on her lips.
Kiss me! Kiss me! Please kiss me! she thought.
Instead, Sugar Bear led her out the door and onto the street. They crossed the street, and entered the hooker hotel. Sugar Bear kept a room there, on the first floor. Diana went with him there, hand in hand. Once the door was closed and they were alone, he gave his command.
"Turn into Wonder Woman," Sugar Bear said. "Now."
She didn't hesitate. Diana pulled her glasses off as she spun. Golden light engulfed and consumed her, as the Amazon magic transformed Diana into Wonder Woman. Within seconds Wonder Woman stood gazing up into Sugar Bear's eyes, looking for a sign of what he wanted, what he was feeling.
She saw triumph filled his eyes.
"Give me the lasso," he said, holding out his hand.
Wonder Woman hesitated, her mind spinning. She understood the lasso's magic was working on her, forcing her to obey. The Amazon Princess thought she was past the pimp's control, but somehow the lasso disagreed. She was compelled to obey.
"Master, I am yours to command," she said, handing him the golden lasso.
"And you will remain mine, too," he said, looping the lasso around her twice. She gasped, eyes rolling and head lolling around. "Wonder Woman, you are mine to command and mine alone. All over duties and responsibilities are null and void. You serve me and only me. No other man or woman has the power or right to command your obedience."
The magic rippled through her, consumed her body and mind. She felt her entire existence transform. Irrevocably changed.
"I am yours and yours alone, master," she said.
"You are a whore."
Her libido came alive. Desire and need filled her. Hunger for sex consumed her. She longed to hit the street, strutting and sassy. Earning money for her Sugar Bear.
"I am your whore, master."
Sugar Bear leered at her, pushing down on her head. Wonder Woman eased down to her knees before him, but held by his eyes. He unzipped and pulled out that big, fat black cock she loved so much. Her eyes dropped to the tip of that monster cock, oozing pre-cum. Her mouth tightened, watering, eager to taste him again. Hungry to savor him.
"You know, slave, I really love this game you taught me," Sugar Bear said.
"What game it that, master?" she said, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock. She pressed her lips to the head, sucking off that pre-cum.
"Rope-a-dope," he said. "And you're my favorite dope to rope."
She looked up, smiled, and licked the head of his dick. "Let me show you why I'm your favorite."
Pure bliss filled Wonder Woman's mind and body as she went down on Sugar Bear. She was back. Back where she belonged. The world was a beautiful place, and her world was 69th Street and Sugar Bear.
The End
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