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WONDER WOMAN: JAILHOUSE ROCK
By Disciple
Wonder Woman smiled as she heard the loud cracks splitting the
frosty night air, and saw the dizzying array of colors and shapes dancing
across the cloudless sky. All told, the fireworks shows were probably her
second-favorite part of New Year's Eve.
Her favorite part had to do with why she was spending the night
visiting the dreary, gray collection of concrete and barbed wire that was the
Cromwell Detention Center for Wayward Women, rather than sipping champagne or
watching the bowl game on TV like everyone else probably was.
For to the Amazing Amazon Princess, New Year's Eve was a night of
endings and beginnings more than anything else. A night where the mistakes of
the old year were put in retrospective, and resolutions were made for the new.
Above all, it was a night for redemption.
"And if there's anyone in need of redemption..." she
said to herself quietly, her smile now wistful.
Whereas the region's female serial killers, bank robbers, and
big-time mobsters got sent to the supermax facility
upstate, the Cromwell Center held women who had been convicted of less serious
crimes: the shoplifters, the drug-sellers and -buyers, and especially the prostitutes. Women who were not beyond redemption,
but needed a firm and compassionate hand to be guided into it.
Most people would have thought that a super heroine's job ended
when she brought the criminals to prison, but as far as Wonder Woman was
concerned, that was only the beginning. As an Amazon Princess, it was her duty
to help sisters in need, to be that guide back onto the path of righteousness.
And so, Wonder Woman had spent much of the afternoon speaking to
an assembly to all of the center's inmates, urging them to stay on the straight
and narrow once they were released. She had expressed her faith in their
ability to overcome this dark period in their lives, and pledged to stand by
them every step of the way, even promising to help them find honest employment
if they could not find any themselves. By the end of it, she was sure she had
convinced a good number of the inmates; even the warden, who had initially
objected to her visit, had seemed moved.
Now, she was in the middle of the more intimate part of her
mission: speaking to each of the center's "dormitories" separately.
The Cromwell Center's hundred-odd inmates slept in seven separate dormitories
surrounding the main building - part of the center's recent attempts at
"no more bars" modernization. From what she had heard, Dormitory
Seven would be the toughest audience: it contained the center's most hardened
inmates, the multiple offenders who actually seemed to like being on the wrong side of the law.
So naturally, she had decided to begin there. If she could
convince women as hardened as them to turn over a new leaf, the rest of the
dormitories would be a breeze.
"Well, Diana, here we go," Wonder Woman murmured as she
approached the front door to Dormitory Seven. The entire dormitory was like a
smaller version of the Cromwell Center's main building: squat, rectangular, and
gray. A few bits of graffiti could be seen on its walls.
Before the heroine could punch in the passcode on the door's
electronic keypad, the door suddenly swung open. Wonder Woman watched as a
lanky, mustached guard walked out, a grin on his face. A grin that was a little
too big for her liking.
"Just did one last contraband check, Wonder Woman," he
said with a nod. "All clear. Those girls won't give you no trouble, and if
they do, all you have to do is holler."
"Thank you," Wonder Woman said cautiously. The man
seemed more interested in her rack than her eyes, but that was really par for
the course by now.
Without another word, she strode past him and through the doorway.
She felt the warm blast of the heating system almost immediately. Barely a
second later, the door closed behind her,
automatically relocking itself with an electronic beep.
Instinctively, Wonder Woman assumed the classic super heroine
pose: hands on hips, feet shoulder-width apart, chest thrust out, and hip
slightly cocked to one side. She let a warm, inviting smile grace her red lips as
she surveyed the inside of the dormitory.
The inside of the dormitory was coated in slightly peeling
lime-green paint, and was almost devoid of furniture. There were about a dozen
beds, and every one of them had an inmate lying or sitting on them. The inmates
were all young women - in their late twenties, at most - clad in the Cromwell
Center's standard-issue gray shirts and slacks. All of them were leveling
pretty hostile looks at Wonder Woman.
"Well, well, well," drawled the tall, ponytailed girl
sitting on the bed closest to Wonder Woman. "Makin' us listen to your
boring BS once wasn't enough?"
The Amazing Amazon frowned slightly as she looked the girl over.
There were quite a few inmates in the dormitory that looked vaguely familiar to
her, but her current challenger was the only one she could name right off the
bat: Jacqueline "Jackie" Martin, one of the most temperamental, and
most devious, hookers that she had ever taken in.
Unlike most prostitutes, Jackie wasn't content with merely trading
money for sex; she often engaged in a number of "side businesses",
from petty forgery to drug dealing. She'd had quite a reputation on the
streets, too. Several people who'd gotten too close to disturbing her
operations had been handed vicious beatings from her, and there were even
rumors that she'd murdered an unlucky few.
"Am I to presume that you're the spokeswoman for this
dormitory?" Wonder Woman kept her voice polite, but cold, as she addressed
the hooker.
"Damn right I am," Jackie said proudly, tilting her head
back and crossing her arms under her ample chest. "I'm queen bitch of this
place, Wonder Dud, and everyone here knows it."
All the other girls nodded and spoke their support, some even
cheering rather loudly. Wonder Woman was a bit disturbed to see that they had
little, if any, fear or reluctance in their eyes. It seemed that, either by
accident or design, Jackie had banded together with like-minded women in
Dormitory Seven.
Hera, it
looks like this will be even harder than I'd thought.
"Yes, well..." Wonder Woman looked Jackie right in the
eye, careful to show no hesitation. "I hope you know that that counts for
little outside-"
"Just cut to the chase already, Princess," Jackie
interrupted, rocking back on her bed. "Throw your straight-and-narrow
spiel at us so we can forget it and get back to game night."
Wonder Woman raised a brow. "Game night?"
Jackie smirked lazily as she tilted her head the girl in the bed
across from hers - a little blonde with her hair in pigtails. "Show 'er, Carol."
The blonde looked a bit hesitant at that, but quickly obeyed. She
opened the steel storage box at the foot of her bed, and took out a smaller box
that was a little bigger than a pencil case.
As the blonde opened that box, Wonder Woman took a few steps
forward and looked inside. She furrowed her brow as she looked over the
contents: two packs of playing cards, five dice (including two ten-sided ones),
a few marbles, and various other pieces of gambling equipment.
"Gambling in jail?" the shapely Amazon asked coldly.
"Isn't that against regulations?"
Carol shrugged. "The guards don't ever seem to have a problem
with it, 'long as we do 'em a favor or two." She licked her lips
mischievously.
Wonder Woman exhaled sharply, feeling a slight heat spreading
across her face. "This is exactly the sort of thing I'm
talking about. I'm trying to make sure that young women like you won't ever
face the indignity of being in jail and... and prostituting
yourselves ever again!"
Jackie gave a laugh from behind the Amazon Princess, and a half-dozen
others followed her lead.
"Really? You know, you could just bust us out of here right
now."
That got the entire dormitory laughing. Wonder Woman scowled, her baby
blues narrowing fiercely. She whirled around to face Jackie again, and assumed
a haughty, icy look.
"You know I can't do that. You girls must pay your debts to
society."
Jackie waved a dismissive hand. "Yeah, yeah. Try telling one
our parole officers haven't run into the ground yet."
The ponytailed hooker suddenly perked up, a mischievous spark in
her sea-green eyes. Wonder Woman gave her a wary look.
"I got an idea," Jackie said as she clapped her hands
together. "You wanna try your luck at game
night?"
Wonder Woman just looked at the hooker, torn between open-mouthed
shock and genuine laughter. Finally, she composed herself and measured out a
calm, dignified response.
"Not interested. I am a well-respected super heroine and a
law-abiding member of society. What could you girls possibly have that would
interest me? Month-old cigarettes? Pills stolen from the infirmary?"
Jackie rocked back again, giving the sexy Amazon a nonchalant
look. "How 'bout this, then? You win, and we listen to your whole
reformation spiel without makin' a peep."
Wonder Woman's expression didn't budge. "Really."
"Really," Jackie said calmly. "What the hell, we'll
even try to 'seek honest employment'
like you said."
"And if you win?"
Jackie's expression darkened. "Then you get your
high-and-mighty star-spangled ass out of here and never bug us about going
straight again."
Wonder Woman crossed her arms, frowning. "Unacceptable. It is
my duty to educate my fellow sisters, and I cannot-"
"Sounds like someone's afraid,"
Carol piped up from the other bed.
A couple of the other girls nodded in agreement. Some of them were
even shooting Wonder Woman the contemptuous look that she usually reserved for
criminals. The Amazing Amazon clenched her fists, trembling a little.
Something in the back of her head told her to drop the matter, that all this wasn't worth it. But one more glance
at Jackie's smirking face, and the heroine's legendary Amazon pride won out.
"Fine," Wonder Woman growled. "What's the
game?"
Jackie bounced herself off of her bed and stood straight.
Face-to-face, she was still quite a bit shorter than Wonder Woman was.
"We'll go with something even a goody-two-shoes like you
should know how to play," the hooker said. She walked over to Carol's
gambling box, and dipped her hand inside. She turned around, and showed Wonder
Woman what she had taken out: a dozen pennies.
"Pitching coins?" Wonder Woman asked, amused. "My
mother was playing that game while Socrates was still alive and lecturing at
Athens."
"You talk big, I'll give ya that," Jackie sneered as she handed Wonder Woman
half of the pennies. She pointed to the wall at the far end of the room, below
the dormitory's only window. "We usually play over there. No chance of the
coins sticking."
"Mm," Wonder Woman nodded as she walked over to that
wall and lined herself up with it. She knelt down about ten feet from the wall,
right at the foot of one of the beds. A moment later, Jackie took the same
position next to her.
"No rolling, and it doesn't count unless they bounce off the
wall. We take turns, and whoever's got the better average wins," Jackie
said. "Remember the years on yours, so we can tell 'em apart."
Wonder Woman checked the pennies in her hand. "1974, 1976,
1999, 2013, 1975, and 2008."
The Amazing Amazon heard a scribbling sound, and turned to see
Carol scribbling something down on a sticky note. Once finished, the blonde
handed Wonder Woman the sticky note. Wonder Woman glanced down to see the years
she had just said aloud, folded the sticky note in half, and stuck it inside
her boot.
"2014, 2000, 2003, 1979, 1996, and 2012," Jackie called
out.
Carol took those years down on a second sticky note, and passed it
to Jackie. The ponytailed hooker crumpled it up and tucked it away without
another look.
Wonder Woman suddenly became aware of a dozen pairs of eyes on
her. All the other girls in the dormitory had crowded around the two of them,
and were watching them quite fixedly. She heard her heart beating a little
faster, her blood rush a little quicker.
"Prissy princesses first," Jackie invited.
Wonder Woman said nothing as she laid five of the pennies aside
and held the sixth between her thumb and forefinger. Her eyes narrowed in
concentration as she lined up her shot.
As if on cue, the colorful spark of another firework shined
through the window above.
Wonder Woman made her first pitch. Her penny sailed through the
air in a straight line, bounced off the wall with a loud clink, and landed on the
floor about six inches from the wall.
"Not bad," Jackie mused from beside the Amazon.
"For an amateur."
With that, the ponytailed hooker made her first pitch. To Wonder
Woman's mild irritation, Jackie's first penny landed about half an inch closer
to the wall.
The other cons in the dormitory made a few cheering noises, but
nothing too loud or distracting. Right as the dormitory lapsed into silence
again, Wonder Woman made her second pitch.
And on the game went, both women pitching their respective coins
with laser-like focus. Their efforts were neck-and-neck, with virtually every
penny landing closer and closer to the wall. Indeed, Wonder Woman was actually
beginning to enjoy herself a bit.
But even before Jackie pitched her sixth penny, Wonder Woman could
tell that victory was at hand. Throughout the game, she had kept track of each
of her own pennies' locations, and three of her pennies had landed ahead of
Jackie's closest throw. Even if Jackie's final throw outstripped every other
penny, Wonder Woman would still retain the higher average.
All told, Jackie's final toss was pretty anticlimactic. It landed
pretty far from the wall - farther, at any rate, than her closest- and
second-closest pennies. Wonder Woman almost felt sorry for her. Almost.
The sexy super heroine smiled. "Looks like I win."
Jackie gave a shrug of her shoulders. "I guess." She
suddenly turned toward Wonder Woman with an evil grin. "For a given definition
of win."
Wonder Woman felt a chill slither up her spine at that look, and
alarm bells going off in her head. But before she could do any more than that,
she suddenly felt a rope falling over her shoulders and being pulled tight
around her bosom.
"Freeze, Wonder Woman," a new, female voice came from
behind her head.
Wonder Woman gasped in sheer, utter shock and dismay as the
all-powerful magic of her own golden lasso flowed through her. She had no
choice but to obey, and she was soon frozen in that kneeling position, utterly
helpless.
A rapid stream of questions flowed through the frozen heroine's
mind. H-How did they... when did they...?
Jackie stood up, as if on cue, with that evil grin on her face
growing even wider. "Nice work, Lee."
That same woman holding the lasso from behind Wonder Woman
chuckled. "Two years in this dump, and I've still got it."
"Word of advice, Wonder Bitch," Jackie taunted as she
grabbed a fistful of the Amazon's raven-black hair and yanked straight up.
"Never turn your back on one of the state's best pickpockets."
"Best pickpocket?" the other woman Lee cooed in
false modesty. "Aw, I'm blushing."
Great
Hera! Wonder Woman thought in
dismay. Th-This can't be happening! Outwitted by
common crooks?!
Jackie reached a hand out, and Lee obligingly passed the loose end
of the golden lasso to her. Jackie's hand clenched around the magical rope, as
if savoring every bit of its power.
"Get rid of the belt, too!" another con - an Asian girl
with her hair cropped short - piped up. "It's what gives her all those
fancy powers!"
"Ooh, good call," Jackie smiled.
And just like that, Wonder Woman felt her legendary golden girdle
being unfastened from her slim waist. With a groan of despair, she felt all of
her super powers draining out of her shapely body. The girdle was haphazardly
tossed onto a nearby bed, far out of her reach.
For the first time that night, Wonder Woman felt a rush of genuine
fear overtaking her. The reality of her situation was sinking in: she was
utterly helpless and at the mercy of a band of women that at best disdained her
and at worst despised her. She had no chance left, unless...
"By the way," Jackie said as if she'd read the Amazon's
mind. "Don't count on any of the guards to bail you out. New Year's Eve,
they're always up drinking in the warden's office till about one in the
morning. It's just you and us, baby."
Wonder Woman's last hope evaporated just like that. She actually
began to tremble as she watched all of the dormitory's other inhabitants gather
before her, eyeing her like she was a scrumptious piece of meat. Every last one
of those women looked downright gleeful.
"You know what we're gonna do now,
Wonder Whore?" Jackie asked menacingly.
Slowly, numbly, Wonder Woman shook her head.
"What we've always wanted to do for years," Jackie
answered. And with that, she viciously slapped Wonder Woman with her free hand.
"Ugh!" Wonder Woman cried. Jackie was stronger than she
looked, and the slap sent the Amazing Amazon's head bouncing off the side of
the closest bed. Wonder Woman groaned miserably, head spinning and cheek
smarting.
"Get her, girls! Wonder Woman is FAIR GAME now!" Jackie
hollered.
That tied Wonder Woman's
stomach into a knot, but she could do nothing to defend herself as the vicious-looking
female cons closed on around every corner. All she could do was smile nervously
and pray.
Wonder Woman found the next five or so minutes a blurry nightmare
- a whirl of punches and kicks and slaps that hurt more than most of her
scrapes as a fully-powered super heroine ever did. The inmates of Dormitory
Seven dealt her some of the most humiliating abuses possible; several kicked
her in the pussy, and a few even banged her face against the floor. Almost all
of them spat on her at least once.
But all told, when Jackie went and shooed the other girls aside,
Wonder Woman found herself definitely conscious and in no immediate mortal
danger. She almost breathed a sigh of relief, having expected much worse.
"Oh, don't look all disappointed," Jackie said, waving a
finger in front of the downed-but-not-out Amazon Princess. "That was just
part ONE of our little New Year's Surprise."
Wonder Woman's head perked up a bit. That did not sound good.
"Part two's a lot softer and sweeter," Jackie drawled as
she twirled the golden lasso's loose end around her index finger. "For us!"
And, to Wonder Woman's horror, all of the other girls began to
strip out of their institutional gray. Soon, every other woman, besides herself
and Jackie, was in nothing but bra, panties, and socks.
"No..." the heroine said in a tiny, scared voice.
"Oh yes!" Carol grinned wildly as she gave her clit a
few rubs through her plain white panties. "We've dreamt of this moment for
ages!"
"Making the high-and-mighty Wonder Woman our bitch,"
another con - a short but busty Latina - added.
"Hell, every con, guy or girl, probably
wants a piece of that sweet star-spangled ass!" the short-haired Asian
girl grinned lustfully.
Wonder Woman opened her mouth to speak, but the inside of her
mouth was dry, and there was a lump in her throat the size of a grapefruit. Her
mind was racing, a part of it incapable of accepting her situation.
This has
to be a dream. I'm the country's premier super heroine! I can't be overpowered
and... and raped
by a bunch of common crooks like these!
"Alright, listen up, Wonder Woman," Jackie suddenly
commanded again. Wonder Woman instantly stiffened, the lasso's magic forcing
her to listen to the hooker's wicked commands. "You will not, in any way,
fight back against us or try to escape even when we've removed this lasso. You
will, however, be completely free to run off that sassy mouth of yours.
Understood?"
"I-I understand and obey," Wonder Woman growled through
gritted teeth.
"God, I love this thing," Jackie grinned as she removed
the lasso from around Wonder Woman. As commanded, the Amazon didn't make a move
to fight or escape.
Jackie tossed the lasso into the steel storage box at the foot of
the closest bed. Right afterward, she stripped down to bra and panties, like
the rest of the convicts.
"How 'bout I make this easy for you, Wonder Woman?"
Jackie said smugly as she pointed at her carefully-trimmed pubic patch.
"Eat me out, right now, and I promise we'll only gangbang your sexy ass lightly."
Wonder Woman turned her face away, unwilling to dignify that with
a response.
Jackie raised an eyebrow. "I was hoping you'd pick that. The
hard way it is, then."
"Woohoo!" several of the other
cons cheered at once, and rushed at Wonder Woman.
Before the Amazing Amazon knew what was happening, her unresisting
body had been thrown atop a bed and tied spread-eagle to it. She didn't know
where the cons had gotten the restraints, but she suspected that they had done
several more "favors" for the guards.
When I get
out of this, I'm going to have a nice chat with the warden about-
The Amazon's thoughts were quickly interrupted. One of the girls -
a long, thin brunette with three piercings on her left ear - had crawled up
between her legs and pulled her star-spangled bottoms right down. The thin
garments were left around the Amazon's knees, stretched wide but far from
breaking.
Another, equally invasive inmate then reached beneath Wonder
Woman's body and, with some difficulty, unzipped the super heroine's iconic
red-and-gold bustier. Wonder Woman could only spit curses at the leering
convicts as the top was pulled away, revealing her large, round boobs.
Half of the girls wolf-whistled; the others began clapping. Wonder
Woman felt her face burning.
Then, a pair of girls suddenly climbed up onto the bed and
straddled her half-naked body. The bed was narrow, but they managed it. And
together, they put their hands on her massive mammaries
and began squeezing and stroking.
"Ooooh," Wonder Woman moaned,
despite herself.
"Ha!" laughed the Black girl molesting the Amazing
Amazon's left boob. "Told ya they were real,
Kira! That's five cigs you owe me!"
"Damn!" the Asian girl stroking the heroine's right boob
growled. She gave the titty meat a particularly rough
clench, making the captive Amazon shudder. "You win this time,
Mandy..."
"S-Stop this..." Wonder Woman hissed, desperate to
regain control of herself. They might have been criminals, but the girls were
also damn good at handling a woman's chest. "I-It's not too late... if you
just..."
"Oh, I agree," Jackie said smugly, looking at Wonder
Woman from the foot of the bed. "It's not too late... for us to bang your
sanctimonious ass seven ways to Sunday. For you, though? It's way
too late."
Those words, and the fact that Kira and Mandy had began tormenting
her nipples with flicks and gentle bites, pushed Wonder Woman's mind to another
place. Despite her predicament, the convicts' ministrations were sending thrill
after thrill of sheer bliss into her brain.
"Keep at it, girls," Jackie ordered. The ponytailed
hooker then reached down, grabbing something that Wonder Woman couldn't see.
She then lifted it high, revealing it to be a Hitachi Magic Wand.
Wonder Woman just gaped at the long, sleek white instrument, not knowing
what to say.
"Took me a dozen blowjobs to "buy" this, and even
more for the batteries. But only the best in bitch-taming technology for
you, Wonder Tits," Jackie grinned.
Wonder Woman's blood ran cold. She was well-acquainted with the
pleasuring powers of the Hitachi, since she had one at home to take care of her
"repressed" desires. She had never dared to set it on HIGH before;
its LOW-setting vibrations were addicting enough for her.
But naturally, Jackie's thumb flipped the vibrating device to HIGH,
first thing. Wonder Woman could only look on helplessly as the Magic Wand's
large, bulbous tip began to vibrate with a truly frightening roar. Then, Jackie
crawled up onto the bed, and thrust the devilish device right between Wonder
Woman's legs.
"Ooooooohhhhh!!!" the bound
heroine moaned wantonly as the powerful vibrations coursed through her
clitoris.
In a matter of seconds, Wonder Woman's brains had become scrambled
by the sheer pleasure erupting from her throbbing pussy. Less than a minute had
passed before she cried out in wonderful, shameful orgasm, her toes curling
inside her red boots.
"Damnnnn," one of the girls
commented. "I ain't never seen anyone come that
fast before!"
"What a super slut!" another girl crowed.
Several more laughed aloud, tossing similarly cutting insults at Wonder Woman.
Mind reeling, Wonder Woman could only moan as she felt her love
juices leak out and stain the sheets beneath her. All the while, Kira and Mandy
never ceased their combined assault on her titties.
Already, the Amazon Princess could feel her body rearing up for another climax.
"Liked that, didn't you?" Jackie mocked, and the Hitachi
away with a cruel grin.
Before she could stop herself, Wonder Woman gave a pathetic little
whine. That just made all the inmates watching her laugh some more.
"You'll get more private time with Mr. Hitachi if
you're good," Jackie said, wagging a finger. "But right now, I think
it's time I had a little fun."
The ponytailed hooker reached down into the storage box again.
This time, what she took out made Wonder Woman's eyes go wide. It was a
handheld dildo, red and thick and at least nine inches long.
"No..." Wonder Woman gulped. "P-Please... I-I'm a
virgin!"
"Really?" Jackie said, and laughed. "Even better! I'm
gonna be the girl who breaks the mighty Wonder
Woman's cherry!"
"Yeah!" one inmate cheered.
"Show her who's boss of this
place!" cried another.
"You go, girl!"
"Ooooh... nooo...!"
Wonder Woman cried as she watched that big, red shaft slide up between her
opened legs, sliding closer and closer to her forbidden place. But the command
put on her through the golden lasso limited her ability to resist, and the fact
that her arms and legs were bound didn't help matters.
In no time at all, the hard rubber tip of the dildo had pushed up
against Wonder Woman's hymen. Wonder Woman looked at it fearfully, her eyes
almost crossing.
"Well, whaddya know?" Jackie
chuckled. "Wonder Virgin wasn't kiddin'. Poor
baby. Let's strip her of that nasty ol' virginity and make her a real Wonder
WOMAN, shall we?"
"Ooooh... you... you WITCH!"
Wonder Woman growled. "When I get free I'm going to...!"
"If you get free, Wonder Cunt," Jackie corrected.
"Now, then..."
The hooker thrust the dildo forward with all her might. Wonder
Woman's entire body tensed, but the wall of tissue held for the most part.
Undaunted, Jackie pulled her arm back and tried again.
"NOOOO!" Wonder Woman cried as she felt the dildo invade
her virgin pussy.
"YES!" Jackie grinned as she felt the beautiful crimefighter's hymen breaking. "Take this,
Wonder Woman!"
The hooker wasted no time in beginning a ruthless pumping rhythm,
working that big dildo in and out of Wonder Woman's twat with no small amount
of skill. All that poor Wonder Woman could do was cry and beg and moan as the
vicious convict ripped orgasm after orgasm out of her shapely, sweaty body.
Soon enough, the constant cycle of pleasure and pain melted into
one long, mind-dulling haze for Wonder Woman. Without even meaning to, the sexy
Amazon began counterthrusting against that wonderful shaft inside of her,
trying to get as much out of it as possible. While all this was happening, the
other girls were running two separate trains on her tits. EVERYONE, sans
Jackie, got a chance to squeeze, pinch, and suck those huge titties.
Jackie squeezed a good six or seven orgasms out of Wonder Woman
before finally tiring, and ripping that dildo out of Wonder Woman with a loud squish.
Wonder Woman just lay there, gasping, her baby blues glassy and unfocused.
"Mmm," Jackie cooed as she
looked the love juice-soaked dildo over. She stuck out her tongue, and
sensuously licked a bit of the sweet liquid off. "Now you've got me
all hot and bothered, Wonder Whore."
Wonder Woman watched, not really comprehending, as the hooker
pressed two fingers against her own panties and rubbed herself for a little
while, making a dark stain spread across those panties. Then, without much
preamble, she stood straight up and stripped right out of her damp panties,
exposing her warm, moist pussy.
Even from that distance, Wonder Woman could smell the sheer sex
radiating from Jackie's cunt. She lay there, open-mouthed, as the domineering
hooker moved up the length of the bed. The two girls molesting her tits so
wonderfully moved out of the way, clearing the path for their
"leader".
"Mmph!" the super heroine
squeaked as Jackie squatted down on her upturned face. Now, all she could see
was a bit of the hooker's supple, smooth skin, some pubic hair, and a mess of
pink pussy flesh.
"Eat me, Wonder Woman," Jackie purred huskily. "Eat
your MISTRESS out."
"Hrrrmmm!" the Amazing Amazon
cried into that mouthful of pussy. The strong stench of pussy juices and urine
quickly surrounded her, driving her senses wild. She couldn't help but feel so horny,
and shamed, at her predicament.
Great
Hera, am I nothing but another pervert for these deviants to have their way
with?
Sensing Wonder Woman's hesitation, Jackie took the initiative and
aggressively ground her warm, moist pussy against Wonder Woman's mouth. In
concert with her efforts, the two girls currently attending to Wonder Woman's
tits and nipples redoubled their efforts as well.
Without realizing it, Wonder Woman slipped out her hot, wet tongue
and took the first tentative lick. The feeling was nothing short of electric;
she was a newcomer in the skill of cunnilingus, but she was eager to learn.
"Oh! Oh, yeah!" Jackie whooped and hollered as she rode
the Amazon's face like a genuine cowgirl. She even reached up to wave an
imaginary ten-gallon hat. "You go, Wondie! Oh...
oh...!"
The hooker climaxed loudly and dramatically, leaving a mess of
pussy juices all over Wonder Woman's face. But neither of them were done. Not
by a long-shot. Running on mostly pure instinct, Wonder Woman licked Jackie to
several more bone-rattling orgasms, greedily gulping down the hooker's love
juices every time.
By the time that Jackie finally rolled off of Wonder Woman's face,
the Amazing Amazon barely knew where she was anymore. The constant sexual
pleasure she had been receiving - and giving - had done a number on her
normally sex-repressed body and mind. Indeed, the gorgeous Amazon was pliable
like never before.
"I think that Wondie here is ready
for the final step," Jackie said wickedly, panting a little from her exertions
so far that night.
The other convicts in the room all murmured to one another,
wide-eyed. Even the two girls teasing and torturing Wonder Woman's boobs
stopped for a moment. For her part, Wonder Woman was still too dazed to really
care beyond a vague curiosity.
Jackie made a hand gesture, and got off of the bed. The convicts
glanced at each other some more, before two of them moved to untie Wonder
Woman's hands and feet. Then, they - together with the two girls handling
Wonder Woman's tits - maneuvered Wonder Woman so that the half-naked super
heroine was now on all fours in the middle of the bed.
Wonder Woman made no move to resist; her overheated mind and body
were still in no condition to fight back, and the golden lasso's spell was
keeping any other attempts to escape at bay. The sole emotion running through
her brain right now was excitement: excitement over her humiliating defeat and
penalty, and excitement over what was going to happen to her next.
The Amazon's head drooped down, giving her an upside-down view of
what her captors were now planning.
"I'm kinda tuckered out right
now," Jackie said, stretching herself this way and that. "Lee, would you
care to do the honors?"
The redhead who had earlier relieved Wonder Woman of the golden
lasso and the golden girdle looked floored. "M-Me? A-Are you...?"
"You've earned it, kiddo," Jackie said with a grin.
"Liz, hook her up, will ya?"
Lee gasped in joy, and looked ready to faint then and there, but
Mandy and Kira steadied her. Then, another blond inmate walked over to Lee,
holding a gleaming black strap-on dildo. It looked, if anything, even bigger
than Jackie's red handheld dildo had been.
"Merciful Minerva..." Wonder Woman gasped. A bit of
drool actually began to trickle from her mouth.
Slowly and deliberately, Liz helped Lee don the rubber phallus.
After it had been secured, Lee crawled up onto the bed, positioning herself
right behind Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman involuntarily tensed herself,
instinctively knowing that the fiendish women were about to violate the last
"virgin" orifice her spectacular body had left.
Meanwhile, Jackie crawled up onto the other side of the bed, and
got down on her knees in front of Wonder Woman. Her still-moist pussy was now
level with Wonder Woman's face, and with a single thrust of her hips, the
ponytailed hooker reacquainted the two.
"Uggghhh..." Wonder Woman
moaned at the familiar, rank, but still electrifying taste. Her eyes began
glazing over again almost immediately.
"Shh, shh,
shh," Jackie said softly. "Just handle your
attic right. Don't you worry about the basement."
The hooker's dirty talk actually had a soothing effect on the
horny Amazon. In no time at all, Wonder Woman was dutifully lapping at Jackie's
twat again, with few other thoughts in her head. Then, just to seal the deal,
two more convicts crawled onto the bed, between Wonder Woman's juicy, hanging
tits, and began to play and suckle with them once more.
In the meantime, Lee was taking her sweet time lubricating the
length of her strap-on with the love juices still leaking out of Wonder Woman's
cunt. Once she was sure that the sex toy had been lubed enough, she daubed a
finger in Wonder Woman's wet pussy, and smeared some of those pussy juices
around Wonder Woman's asshole.
"You know," Lee gloated. "The cons around here
always thought you were a pain in the ass. Time I repaid the FAVOR!"
With the last word, she lined up the tip of the dildo with Wonder
Woman's anus, and thrust with all her might.
"Uuuuuggggghhhhh!!!" Wonder
Woman cried, baby blues springing wide.
"Don't stop!" Jackie growled, digging her fingers into
Wonder Woman's raven mane. "If you know what's good for ya!"
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Wonder Woman cried into Jackie's muff
as she felt Lee work that strap-on deeper and deeper into her poop chute. Lee's
penetration was much more painful than Jackie's had been, but in its own way,
that just got the sexy super heroine even more hot and bothered. Yeah, she was
a real glutton for pain mixed into her pleasure.
"Come on, girl!" an inmate cheered!
"You've almost got it in all the way!"
"Just a little more...!"
Oh,
Goddesses of Olympus! Wonder Woman mentally
cried, eyes crossing something fierce. I
am weak! Sooooo weak! I fear I have come to my... to
my...
"Theeeeeere we go!" Lee
screamed joyfully as she finally rammed that dildo in all the way.
"Oh! Oh! Aaaaaiiiiiieeeeeee!!!"
Wonder Woman screamed, helpless as the blond convict drove her half-mad. That
dildo was doing whatever it liked inside her asshole, driving her to greater
and deeper levels of pain and pleasure with every passing second.
"Scream, Wonder Bitch!" Jackie growled in turn, ramming
her pussy into Wonder Woman's face with greater and greater fervor.
"Scream so we all know who's the top dog around here!"
"Aiiiiieeeeee!!! Uggghhh.... aiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!!!"
Lee pumped and pumped, seemingly without tiring. Wonder Woman came
again and again, her dazed mind no longer capable of even keeping track of how
many orgasms she was having. After a while, it just seemed like an endless
chain of orgasms going off in one long burst.
Wonder Woman didn't even notice when Lee pulled out of her
asshole, and let another girl called Collier take over the job of pounding her
ass into submission. In due time, Jackie switched out with another girl as
well, leaving Wonder Woman to eat a pussy that was, if anything, even fouler.
The dozen-odd inmates of Dormitory Seven ruthlessly ravished
Wonder Woman's body for what seemed like an eternity, leaving none of those
wonderful Amazon curves unmolested. Every con in there fucked her pussy at
least once, her ass at least once, and got eaten out
by her at least once. In "return", they all demonstrated the skills
they'd "learned" in the Cromwell Center's showers and laundry room on
Wonder Woman's erect nipples and aching clitoris.
At the end of it all, Wonder Woman was left in a panting, barely
conscious heap. She lay flat on her face on the bed, soaking in a puddle of her
own sweat and love juices. All of her dignity, and pride, and self-respect as
an Amazon and a super heroine had been surrendered long ago.
"Well, Jackie, what do we do now?" Liz asked, leering
over Wonder Woman's well-fucked body.
Jackie tapped a finger against her forehead. "What time is
it?"
Carol glanced at the clock on the wall. "Ten minutes till
midnight."
Jackie's pearly whites showed in a truly pleased smile.
"Perfect."
The ponytailed hooker retrieved Wonder Woman's lasso from the
storage box at the foot of the bed, and dropped the loop around Wonder Woman's
neck. Wonder Woman gave a little gasp as her eyes snapped open, but she didn't
do much else.
Jackie frowned. "Get her power belt back on. We need her to
walk out of here looking recovered. Someone at the gate might see her."
Collier went to one of the adjacent beds, and fetched Wonder
Woman's golden girdle. Somewhat tentatively, she re-fastened it around Wonder
Woman's slim waist.
The Amazing Amazon Princess gave a shudder as she felt her powers
rapidly flow back into her body, allowing her to recover at a much faster rate
than normal women. Before she could even think about escape, however, Jackie
delivered her first command.
"Wonder Woman, hear and obey."
"I hear and obey," Wonder Woman said in a mindless
monotone.
Jackie smirked. "I hope you liked what we just did to you,
Wonder Whore, because I think it's going to be a nice weekly tradition from now
on. How's that sound?"
Wonder Woman's face suddenly shifted into one of mild discomfort.
"I-I don't know about that. My job at the IADC might not give me a
schedule-"
"Say what?!" Jackie interrupted.
"Your job at what?"
"The Inter-Agency Defense Command," Wonder Woman
replied, her brains still too scrambled by sex to understand the full
ramifications of what she was admitting. "I am a top agent there, in my
civilian identity as Diana Prince."
Jackie stared, open-mouthed, at the other cons. They stared back
with identical expressions, none of them quite willing to believe what they
were hearing.
"D-Does that mean..." Jackie stammered, not sure how to
proceed. "You work with government cover-ups, black ops,
that kinda stuff?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes," Wonder Woman admitted.
"So..." Jackie said quietly. "You can forge
paperwork to get us out of here? Fake IDs and everything?"
"Yes. I could even help you set up new identities in other
states."
Jackie stared at the other inmates once again, hardly able to
believe her - their - good luck. At
the same time, all of them exploded into a storm of eager cheers.
"Fucking A!"
"Our ticket out!"
"Looks like Parole Day is here already!"
"Now this is a late Christmas
present!"
Jackie waited for the girls to calm down, before issuing her next
command. "Wonder Woman, at the stroke of twelve, you will leave here not consciously
remembering any of what happened tonight. As far as you're concerned, you lectured
us, and then ran short on time and had to leave. Understood?"
"I understand and obey."
"Good," Jackie said. "But, in your subconscious,
you will remain bound by a compulsion to secretly free us with all your
contacts at the IADC. Do nothing to make others suspicious, but spend any spare
time you have working to get us released one way or another, no strings
attached, ASAP."
"Yes. Free you using the IADC's resources. No strings
attached."
"Once we are free, you will begin to arrange new identities
for us to live under, so we can keep working on the wrong side of
the law. Oh, and some cash wouldn't hurt, either."
"Y-Yes," Wonder Woman said, a hint of a frown coming
onto her lovely features for the first time. "B-But wouldn't you
rather-"
"No buts, Wonder Slave," Jackie growled. "It's our
lives, and you just do as you're told."
"Yes, Mistress," Wonder Woman replied immediately,
bowing her head.
Jackie and the other cons spent the remaining time drilling
various other commands into Wonder Woman's head, doubling back and making sure
that there were no loopholes or leaks in their plan. In all, they guaranteed
that the shapely Amazon would become their steadfast ally on the outside, even
if the she herself didn't know it.
Finally, at midnight on the dot, Wonder Woman - carefully
redressed in her costume, girdle and lasso included - left the Cromwell Center
with a proud smile on her face. It had taken her longer than she'd imagined,
but she'd done her best with the Cromwell Center's "problem" dorm.
Pity that she was short on time, but she could always come back sometime in the
new year.
And if just one of the women she'd spoken to took her words to
heart, it would have been all worthwhile.
The Amazing Amazon Princess walked a good distance from the detention
center before she arrived at her car - or, rather, Diana Prince's car - in a
well-hidden patch of trees off the main road. After looking around to make sure
that no one was watching, she spun around and let the Golden Light of
Transformation turn her back into civilian Diana Prince.
"Happy New Year's to all," Diana smiled as she got
behind the wheel of her car, watching the last of the New Year's fireworks
light up the night sky. Then, she turned the key, hit the gas, and made for
home.
All she wanted now was a nice shower, an overdue dinner, and
perhaps a little television. Oh, and perhaps to read up a little on the
authority of IADC agents over county institutions.
Diana paused for a moment. Where had that come from?
She shrugged a moment later, and kept on driving. "Oh, well.
Nothing wrong with expanding one's knowledge. Who knows what surprises the new year will ring in?"
THE END