Darkseid
has me chained to this stone table, with my bracelets and lasso taken from me.
He even took my tiara. I can’t believe he got me here like this. I never
thought it was true, but it is. If a male chains me, my powers become useless.
This is the first time it’s happened. Somehow, he knew about this one weakness.
I’m here on this strange planet called Apokolips. A distress signal from this
planet lured Superman and me here in what now looks like a trap. I got here
through the boom tube portal. Darkseid’s hired help, his creature-cronies here
on this planet are a lot tougher than what I’ve come up against on Earth, and
their tenacity surprised me and overcame me in a vicious fight. I had gone into
the boom tube ahead of Clark. I don’t know what happened to Superman after
that.
He
is staring down at me with that lurid, superior leer.
Darkseid
is the unquestioned ruler of this planet. He is gray-skinned and massive, with
bulging muscles. He looks like he is made of solid granite, with dark, fierce
eyes. His lips look like two rows of thick rocks, and he has a booming, bass
voice that vibrates off the walls. Darkseid is dressed lightly and almost
plainly, but unlike lesser rulers who use flowing, regal robes to look
powerful, he needs no such attire, only his daunting presence, to inspire awe
and apprehension.
On
Paradise Island, my mother, Hippolyta, tried to warn me about the man’s world
before I became Wonder Woman. I tried to tell her I could help such a place. I
am beginning to wonder if I should have stayed home with all the beautiful
women of Paradise Island. They are even more beautiful to me now, as I long for
them while trapped here like this. How I long for their love, friendship and
companionship, even their competition in the games. It was my victory in the
great games of Olympia that allowed me the option of leaving for the man’s
world.
He
slips his long, thick, rock-hard finger into my cleavage, under my breastplate
and gives a sudden tug. I feel my breasts and nipples jostled on the inside of
my bra top.
“Darkseid,
don’t you dare! Superman is on his way here and he won’t take kindly to this
kind of abuse.”
“Am
I not allowed to view the bosom of Wonder Woman, my future Queen of Apokolips?”
he asks. It does no good to threaten him with Superman. He is the only being I
know who is not afraid of the Man of Steel.
“I
am not your queen, nor will I ever be,” I say. “Now, let your hand go from my
breastplate.”
He
lets out a long, wailing laugh and tugs harder. This is humiliation I can
barely stand. Forced nakedness in front of a male. I am flush with anger and
shame, and he knows it.
My
eyes widen in shock. I arch my back towards him to keep my breasts from
spilling out. My chin is dipping down involuntarily toward my cleavage as I
press my body upward.
“Stop
this nonsense, now,” I demand. I arch even farther up as he pulls more on the
breastplate. My hips are arching now; my breasts are swelling and threatening
to pop out. The top of my right tit is touching my chin. My entire body is
lifting off the table trying to keep my nipples in. I feel my costume pulling
me up from my back.
“Please,
stop. Not this. It is a shame I cannot endure,” I say. I look down to see my
right breast’s areola peeking over the breastplate. My areola’s sizes have
always been an embarrassment to me. The dark circles are so big they draw
immediate attention. I can’t wear anything without looking like a twenty-dollar
whore. Even women in locker rooms stare at my big fat nipples. Such sexual
attention is embarrassing for a super heroine. I’m supposed to be about law and
order, not sexual fantasy.
But
I have my sexual moments, like the time Supergirl got intimate me. We kissed,
sipped and sucked each other’s lips for over a half hour, when Kara suddenly
pulled away and left my apartment. She had removed my top and lightly kissed my
nipples, not in the way a man does. Her soft lips made my entire chest buzz
with a special excitement. Her soft, skilled hands lovingly cupped my melons. I
had lifted her little skirt and pushed back her crimson panties to lovingly
stroke her soft pubes with my tongue. When she left like that, I thought it was
because of my breasts or something. She explained later in an awkward
conversation that it didn’t feel right since her cousin Clark was interested in
me at the time.
I’m
embarrassed to be sexually vulnerable like this in front of Darkseid. He has me
at a disadvantage that wouldn’t happen with other villains.
I’ve
always had this love-hate relationship with my boobs. My breasts are so large
and ponderous I want to cut them off sometimes. Men gawk at me in this tight
costume like I am some kind of a harlot. Women stare at them like they are an
odd curiosity. My areolas are dark in color and over three inches in diameter,
with a tiny landscape of uneven bumps. I tell myself that my bra’s cup size is
a DD, though my costume’s top is larger than the bras I wear as a civilian so
that I don’t “pop out.” The very tip of my nipple is almost as thick as Darkseid’s
thumb, and he is a large male, over seven feet tall.
My
tits have given me much pleasure as well, like the time Clark and I made love
so high above the Earth that the planet looked like a tiny baseball below us.
Superman was such a worthy lover. He reveled in my full breasts, something Lois
could never give him.
Another
time at the JLA Satellite headquarters, I was serving guard duty in the
watchtower when the young Green Lantern, Kyle Rayner, walked in on me when I
had stepped in for a quick shower. He eyed every inch of my body. Later, he
kept teasing me about how I was nearly naked in my costume anyway and how I
should just peel it off. His teasing excited me and so did his gorgeous, brown
eyes gazing on my body through the eyeholes of his green mask. He promised to
unmask if I “unclothed,” as he put it. He was only nineteen but funny, cute and
adorable. I felt guilty flirting with him since my niece Donna, who was
Wondergirl, was involved with him. We were the only two in the headquarters that
night, and we talked for hours at a table in the tower’s kitchenette. He was a
graphic artist in his civilian life, a truly beautiful person. The conversation
finally turned to sex and I told him I had not been with a man in a long time.
He offered to help and stood up. His hard-on was about to burst through his
skin-tight costume, and we both laughed at the sight of his bulging discomfort.
I playfully offered to return his help, and ended up on my knees kissing and
sucking his delicious young man-meat while he leaned back against the kitchen
counter. I was terrified that Superman, or worse, that asshole Batman, would
walk in, so I made him orgasm quickly, pulling my top down and pressing his
cock between my boobs. I could tell he was excited to see my bare breasts
jutting out like that. He yelped out in a wild orgasm and covered my face and
breasts with spurts of his sticky stuff. He kept his word, tossing his mask
into my cleavage when he was done.
That
was fun, but my experience with Batman was not. Last year, he came after a
woman I had sworn to protect, claiming she was wanted in Gotham for murder,
which was a load of crap as far as I was concerned. The short of it is I kicked
his butt. I stepped on his head, daring him to get up. Later, the girl was acquitted,
and he tried to get amorous with me atop a lonely Gotham rooftop and began
pawing my breasts like a drunken teenager. I slapped a quick, angry hand across
his face and tore his mask completely off in the flash of a millisecond. He
looked stunned and stupefied, all barefaced like that, with the tatters of his
cowl sticking out of his collar. The mask’s scowl was replaced by Bruce Wayne’s
soft face. He got all apologetic and sappy. I felt guilty about ripping his
cowl off and somehow we ended up in a lip lock, sucking face. I figured, what
the heck, it’s not like I don’t know him, so I finally gave in. He said he
wanted me doggie style, so I got on all fours there atop the building. He
brushed back his cape and penetrated my butt instead of my vagina! I was
furious and said no way. He got the head of his cock in. I ordered him to stop,
and then he pulled out, just like that. I think he got so excited he came in
about two seconds, but the big jerk would never admit that. From the way he
talked and acted, he probably never had a woman with a superheroine’s body
before. Those Gotham high society bitches he fucks are cute and all, but they
aren’t built like any woman in the JLA. He put the torn cowl back on and headed
home.
I
hate what Darkseid is doing now. I absolutely despise him for this. I will get
out of this and restore my dignity. He suddenly removes his finger from my top,
and I slump back down on the stone table, relieved for the moment. I look down
and see that my right nipple is fully exposed. He leers at me again, and I turn
from his gaze.
I
look down and see goose bumps flush my skin. My nipple is sticking out, the
edge of the costume mashing it up and pointing it at my face. My anger is
replaced with embarrassment. I wiggle and struggle to get free, but it’s
useless. My bosom jiggles like a gelatin desert with each move I make.
“Put
my costume back in place, Darkseid!” I say. He steps toward the door.
“I
do not do your bidding, woman,” he says. “I have others for such menial tasks.”
Darkseid looks through the door’s window and waves a young woman in. The young
Asian woman is beautifully petite and looks dwarf-like next to him. She is
nearly nude, her exposed skin radiating the dimly-lit room. Only her breasts
and crotch are covered with tiny, red patches of clothing held in place with
slender, belted straps. She moves to the table and fixes my breast back into
the top. He whispers something to her as she leaves out. She comes back into
the room and hands him my lasso.
“My
lasso!” I say. “That is not yours. You do not know its power,” I say.
“But
I surely do, my queen,” he says. “And I’ll use it to good advantage here and
now.” His voice echoes in the small room.
He
waves the woman away, and he comes toward me again. I feel butterflies in my stomach.
It is hard to breathe. I know he senses my fear. He places the lasso’s circle
around my neck and yanks it tight.
“Awp!
Darkseid, stop this, please!” Tears fill my eyes. The noose he’s made gags me
around my neck. Is he going to kill me?
“The
stories about you say this lasso forces those in its snare to tell the truth,”
he says.
“Yes,
that is true,” I say. I can’t believe I just told him that. The lasso is
working on me, forcing me to be truthful. Great Hera! If he puts questions to
me with the sexual thoughts I’ve just had about Clark and Kara, there’s no
telling what I’ll say.
“Who
are you,” he asks. “What do you call yourself? Surely Wonder Woman is a
moniker, not a real name.
“I
am called Diana, princess of Paradise Island.”
“Very
well. You shall be Queen Diana of Apokalips now. But I shall have prepare you
for marriage and teach you to be humble before your King.”
“I
am not your Queen. I am a princess of Paradise Island.”
“True,
at least for now,” he says. He yanks on the noose.
“What
is this Paradise Island like?”
“It
is a place of women. We were created by the gods out of clay.”
“So
you were not born in usual way of humans. Are you capable of mating with a
male?”
This
is horrible. He’s getting into sexual matters. He really wants to mate with me.
“Do
you like to mate with males?” he asks.
I
shake my head violently, trying not to answer. I am making groaning and
grunting sounds trying not to answer, but I feel compelled to speak only truth.
It’s not that I can’t lie right now; something in the lasso is making me afraid
to lie.
“Owwrrrr!
Darkseid, you filthy animal!” He laughs and tugs tighter on the lasso while I
struggle.
“You
women of Paradise Island can mate, can’t you?” he asks. “From what I’ve seen of
you thus far, you seem to have the body for it. Do you like to be naked with
men?”
“No!
I hate being disrobed against my will.”
“That
is not what I asked you. You must answer me truthfully, Queen.”
I
cough and spit at him, but he only laughs louder. I am gagging and crying,
fighting back words that are brimming out of me. My voice is gone because the
lasso is gagging me. Still, I spit the words out at him in a fit of rage.
“I
love to fuck!” I hiss in a loud whisper, shocked at my own words. Hera help me,
I am talking with such vile language. I can’t believe myself. He loosens the
lasso a bit.
Tell
me more secrets you know. Tell me about your friends in your League.
“Superman
is Clark Kent,” I say. “Batman is Bruce Wayne. The Batcave is thirty miles west
of Gotham City.” This is unreal. I’m giving away the store.
“What
kind of male gives you the most pleasure?” he asks. This is not good. He’s more
interested in sexual matters with me than other JLAers.
“I
like pleasure from a powerful male, built like the gods,” I say. I can’t believe
I am telling him my type of mate. “A man who is well-endowed.”
“What
do you mean?” he asks, tugging on the golden lasso.
“I
like to feel a thick penis inside me,” I say. “With my powers, I rarely feel
pain, even in my rough and tumble world. So, I love the hurtful pleasures of a
big cock deep inside me that hurts and makes me feel feminine. But the pain
opens up feelings of joy throughout my body.”
“And
if I put my finger in your vagina?” he asks.
Great
Hera, I can’t believe he’s asking that. If he dares to touch me-
“No,
you must not touch me. I am a princess. I will not be abused this way.” My
voice is cracking and I am almost whimpering. I feel myself getting wet between
my legs.
He
reaches between my legs, chained spread-eagle on the table.
“No,
please don’t do this. I won’t be exposed like this against my will. How dare
you!”
He
grasps one of the costume’s stars on the hill of my crotch.
“Darkseid,
I will get you, you bastard!” I can’t believe my language.
He
tugs upward. My dark pubes rustle out of the sides of the material.
“Stop
this, Now!” I demand. My bush is thick under this outfit. Some women trim down
there, but for an Amazon, such pubic primping is unnatural.
“Enough!”
he yells. He grabs my costume’s bottom with a hard grip. My hips and torso buck
and thrash about in protest.
“Oh,
no you don’t. If you dare, I will avenge this, I promise,” I say.
He
takes both hands and rips the material open, exposing my thick nest. A few
remaining, stray pieces of the costume’s cloth give little cover to my naked
cunt. I want to hide in shame, but I also feel excited. This disgusting male
has seen my secret place. I don’t think a foe has ever seen me naked, until
now.
He
is enraged now. He grabs my breastplate. I wriggle, scream and curse at him,
but he yanks the plate off my chest and tosses it across the room as my breasts
bounce out in full view. I look in wide-eyed amazement at my jiggling jugs and
my exposed pussy.
“You
Beast! You’ve stripped me! How dare you treat me this way!” I say.
He
ignores me and inserts his middle finger inside my vagina. My hips rise up and
down on the table. He presses the finger deeper and deeper. It is thick. It
hurts. It keeps going into me. His finger is rubbing my inside cunt wall. I
feel a sudden jolt in there. Now he’s pressuring against upper wall of my
pussy. I close my eyes and grit my teeth. Oh Great Hera, that’s it, that ridge
right there just above where I pee from. Oh, he is good. He must have had so
many women. He takes out his finger and bends down. He’s going to kiss my
pussy! He presses his lips onto my soaking wet cunt lips. His long, thick
tongue darts quickly into my gash. I gasp and my eyes widen. I feel I’m going
to crawl out of my skin! His tongue is circling my clitoris. He’s going to make
me explode. I look down and see my hips quaking and my pussy spurting and
oozing juices at him.
“Oh!
Yesss!” I scream involuntarily. He’s got me and now he knows it. His long
finger goes deeper in me.
“Oh,
it’s good,” I yell out. The lasso, dangling around my neck, still has me
telling the truth. “I love it, Darkseid. I want it. Please give it to me.”
There’s
no use pretending now. He’s broken me and I’m glad for it. He gets on top of
me. He removes his clothing, letting me stare in amazement at his incredible
physique. I see his huge penis. He reaches to a keypad beside the stone table
and keys in coded numbers that unlock the chain bracelets from my arms and
legs. He knows I won’t escape now. I’m in this all the way now. He carefully
removes the golden lasso from around my neck. It’s served his purpose, and I
don’t need a truth lasso around my neck now. My true, lustful feelings are
gushing out like water pouring through a broken dam.
I’m
almost hypnotized by sight of his cock. It is dark and glistening wet. It is
huge and looks ready to erupt any second. I want its rock-like hardness in me.
The thing must be a foot long and as thick as my own bicep.
I
gawk eagerly and excitedly at it, drinking in every inch of his rippling,
bulging muscles. I want him badly now. I’ve never had a bad boy like this
before, but I’ve always fantasized about it. I am trembling and whimpering.
Tears are running down my cheek, and I can feel a silly smile wash across my
face. My stomach feels like it’s on a roller coaster. His cock is touching my
quivering clit now, and I frantically lift my steaming hole up to meet it. I
feel my breathing grow shallower.
“Fuck
me me,” I gasp, as my body convulses with waves of pleasure. “Give it to me
good. That feels so good.”
I can
tell my sudden, willing submission to him is exciting him. His penis is so hard
now, so big. It looks like it’s about to explode. I put my lips into his ear
and lick on him. I feel him begin to enter my vagina.
“Have your way with me,” I whimper. “Humiliate
me. Take my pussy before it boils over, honey. Fuck me; make me your whore.”
He
thrusts his hips forward, pushing the big prick into my hungry pussy. I try not
to scream too loud, but I wail at the top of my lungs when he enters me.
“Oh,
Darkseid, you’re going to split me open!” I shout. “Oh, it’s so big and hard.”
My vulgar language is exciting him. I kiss his face ververishly and wrap my
arms around him. He sucks on my nipple, biting down and taking it deep into his
mouth. I feel tingling from my tit down to my cunt.
I
am moaning almost against my will. My cunt is hungrily trying to drink in the
head of his massive penis. I am going to have trouble getting him inside me. He
thrusts again, and I groan like I’ve been kicked in my stomach. I feel the head
of his cock inside me. The muscles inside my pussy are fluttering. He gives
another thrust, and I cry out. I rub my lips and face into his taut pectoral
muscles. I stick my tongue out and lick his nipple, while my fingernails dig
into his back. I reach down between us and rub his rippling abs. I slip my hot,
eager hand further down and cup his hairy balls, which overflow in my hand. I
rake my fingernails under his testicles. I bounce my ass up and down, tugging
and milking his cock. He is pumping harder and deeper, making me whimper and
scream with each wild thrust.
He
lifts up and pumps me hard, while I screech in ecstasy. I feel the walls of my vagina give in to
him. I writhe and cry out, while he pumps and grinds inside me.
“Drive
it in me,” I shriek. “Tear it open!”
I
buck my hips up and down while he stretches me and fills me up. He lifts
himself up again, and I feel him in my belly, ripping my insides up. I hug him
and kiss the cheeks of his chiseled face. His pole breaks through so deep I
almost faint. He gets inside me to the hilt, as I whoop and wail.
“Fuck
me hard,” I howl. “I’m yours now.” I hear the noise of our slapping flesh
echoing off the walls of the room. I moan in a shrill, panicked voice at the
top of my lungs. I can’t stop my damn pussy-it’s erupting like a molten volcano
almost against my will.
“My
cunt!” I whine into his ear. He pummels even faster and harder, and I push my
hips into him to meet his thrusts. I arch my back and shove my breasts into his
face. I’m amazed as takes my entire left breast all the way in his mouth,
something only a man of his colossal size could do. I gasp for breaths as my
chest quivers. No one has ever sucked in the full meat of one of my oversized
tiddies, until now. What an incredible sensation for me! He spits out my
right breast, and I watch it bounce and
jiggle. He gulps and slurps on my left breast, all the while working his tongue
over my stiff nipple.
A
buzzing sensation travels up my stomach and onto my tits, like tiny, pleasant
ant bites all over my skin from deep down in my fuck-hole up to my fat nipples.
I’m a sticky, wet mess, and I’m coming uncontrollably. My pussy quakes over and
over, while my juices ooze past my pussy lips. An invisible, tingling embrace
covers my entire body. I feel an abrupt thrill rock my breasts.
Erotic
waves electrify my spine. My nipple is raw from his sucking. He grabs both my
tits in his powerful hands and pumps them. He mashes and kneads them like a
baker handing cookie dough while thrusting away in my burning cunt. My big
breasts feel engorged and tight. They are jutting out like two oversized
footballs. They feel ready to burst.
“My
boobs feel so full,” I moan. He presses both hands onto my boobs like he is
giving me artificial respiration. I let out a deep gasp. I almost lose my
breath, and I feel like I am going to pass out. He pinches each of my thick
nipples, with the thumb and index finger of each hand, and I let out a loud
screech. My chest spasms wildly. Breast milk suddenly sprays in tiny streams
from my nipple onto both of us.
“O
Great Hera, my breasts are spurting milk!” I yell with a piercing scream. I
don’t know how I am suddenly lactating, but the gods who made my body from clay
must have made a body capable of all sorts of wondrous things. I heave my torso
at him again, and he takes my melon in his mouth again, sucking and slurping my
creamy breast milk. I feel my milk surge out of my nipple into his mouth.
“Milk
me good, Darkseid,” I groan. He grips both my jugs , pumping and squeezing
while I shreik with delight. He turns my nipple on me and playfully sprays my
face. His strong hands wring both my tits until they stop spraying, and he
turns his attention back to pumping my cunt.
“Oh,
that’s it. Right there,” I bawl. I dig my nails deeper into his back. The
intensity of my body’s reaction seems to surprise him. He rams his penis fully
in me and hammers me. He routs my cunt repeatedly. I am giddy, letting out squeals of pleasure. I hear the Asian
woman and other female voices sniggering outside the door.
Darkseid
is bucking up and down like a jackhammer. I’m trembling like a leaf as he
stretches my cunt. My eyes are half-closed slits as I breathe in short gasps.
My juicy pussy clutches his shaft. I feel his cock unloading in me. Our sweat
and juices are all over us. My body rocks back and forth in heat. I slam my
hips against his driving cock as jets of his boiling cream overflow and
splatter my cunt walls, triggering more mind-blowing orgasms.
We
both lie here exhausted until his dick slips from my hole, but suddenly a
bright, flickering, flash of light surrounds us. We jump up off the table
startled. The walls take on a brightly lit, green color like a flashing strobe
light. I realize what’s happening, so I hurriedly scoop my lasso, bracelets and
tattered costume off the floor.. I scramble to slip into the torn outfit. I am
dressed but almost naked in the shredded costume. Darkseid puts on his clothes
as fast as they came off. An intense green glow on the wall opposite the stone
table flickers and Kyle Rayner, Green Lantern of Earth, flies through the glow,
wielding his power ring on his outstretched fist. He lands in front of us, and
his eyes go straight to my nearly exposed crotch. I twist my hips, offering him
a side view instead. He looks puzzled, but only for a moment, and then the
corners of his mouth lift, flashing his cute dimples.
“OK,
Darkseid,” he says with a wry smile. He places his hands on his hips with his
elbows out, mocking the great Superman.
“Let her go?” Kyle asks. His voice lifts to a
question, instead of the demanding tone of a superhero. The humor is not lost
on any of us in the room.
Kyle
is sharp, and he surely knows what’s gone on in here. I almost break into a
laugh at his charming style. He is such a cutie. I wish I were younger; Donna
would have some competition for his affections, my JLA Tower tryst with him
notwithstanding.
“Save
me, Kyle,” I say, with an almost casual, mock fear. Everyone breaks into
laughter, even the usually solemn Darkseid. It is the first time I’ve ever seen
him laugh. He is looking uncharacteristically peaceful. He is no longer in the
mood to fight or to queen me, if he ever was. The queen thing was probably a
ploy to get laid. Men. Who can figure them? But he looks so relaxed and at
ease. Who knows, maybe fucking his brains out was good for the galaxy. It was
great for me. I hope it was for him.
“Darkseid?”
He
turns and looks me up and down. The doorway frames the outline of his
magnificent body like a beautiful Renaissance painting.
“Yes?”
“My
tiara?”
The
great ruler strokes his chin and studies the floor. He looks back up into my
eyes.
“It
is a memento of your time here with me,” he says. I smile and nod. I know there
is another where that came from, on Paradise Island.
“Lock
up before you leave,” Darkseid says, with wry humor as he walks out of the
room.
EPILOGUE
Kyle
flies me out of the room and back through the boom tube to the JLA
Headquarters. I am flattered by the way a young man like him ogles me, peeking
through the tatters of my costume. He does not ask me to explain anything, and
I like that. He knows we talk easily with each other, especially about sexual
matters, and he knows I will talk about it when I am ready.
Right
now I am sorting out what happened. Kyle’s power ring had become depleted while
he was on a mission to Apokolips for the Guardians, so he had sent out the
faint distress signal that Superman and I responded to. He got help from one of
the Guardians and got his ring recharged. During his recharging problem, he had
asked the ring to find fellow Earth humans, so that’s the first thing the ring
did when it recharged, leading him to me.
Superman
is sidetracked somewhere, and if he doesn’t show in a day or so, we will send
out a general alarm to the JLA. The Man of Steel has always been able to take
care of himself, and he will be OK.
I
just hope Clark doesn’t run into Darkseid any time soon. Superman sees things
in black and white, good and evil, and he’s always butting heads with Darkseid.
Nevertheless, Big Blue can’t overpower the ruler of Apokolips like he can most
of his foes, so there is an uneasy peace, a détente, between them. Clark gives
off this modest exterior, even when he’s in the cape and tights, but I know
him. He thinks he’s the greatest lay ever. I also know how men are, how they
brag and boast about sexual conquests, even while they are fighting or
quarreling. I just hope Superman and Darkseid don’t get into a conversation
about women and compare notes.
It
might not be not be good for Superman’s ego.
END
-By
Chelsea Mechelle