Wonder Woman vs the Joker Part 5 - Gangbang

By Violator

Author’s Note:  portions of dialog in this chapter are taken directly from the work of Mr. X.  I have no idea the date and title of publication; they have long since been removed, but I first saw them on his site circa 1998.  Reproduced text consists of all internal and external dialog in paragraphs 5 to 13 inclusive, and then one more line in paragraph 52, where paragraph numbering starts from the main body of the text.  Additionally, by my standards this is a pretty short interstitial, that mostly exists to link together two longer and more intense sequences. What happens in the next installment should hopefully more than make up for that.  Hit END for a short summary.

Our Story Thus Far:  Wonder Woman has been lured into the Joker’s lair.  She defeated some of his thugs, and was then tricked by two of his henchwomen into a hall of mirrors, where she was ambushed and chloroformed by the Joker himself.  Since then, she has been fucked by the Joker, and then tag-teamed by the Joker and Harley.  Knocked out again, she is about to wake up once more.  The residual drugs leave her memories of recent events fuzzy enough to allow of a bit of her valiant spirit to re-assert itself once more… for all the good that is about to do her!

It was some time before Wonder Woman woke back up.  She would never know exactly how long.  But it was long enough after she’d had sex for her to feel more like her usual self – and yet not so long that her pussy wasn’t wet.

She awoke seated, her legs squeezed tight together before her.  Her back had been resting against the wall.  Everything around her was dark.

As she first awoke, a few fuzzy traces of gas still swirled inside her brain.  She shook her lovely head, trying to clear it.  Her memories of the last few hours remained disjointed.  But she could remember being defeated, she could remember the laughter of her enemies… and she remembered the sensation of something very large rushing up into her. 

As she recovered, both mentally and physically, she gave a couple of experimental tugs at various parts of her body.  She quickly realized she was bound hand and foot.  Lengths of her own lasso had been looped around her ankles, her wrists, and her knees – tied in the middle, binding each together.  A taut length of cord ran from her wrists down to her ankles, behind her, constraining her to a kneeling position.  She was naked – having neither boots, nor bracelets, nor belt.  Only her crown remained.  A crude but effective cloth gag had been tied over her mouth.

“Mmmph…” she moaned.  The ground beneath her knees was cold and rough.  Dirty concrete.

As she tested her bonds, a portion of her usual spirit returned within her.  Above her gag, her brows descended until her gorgeous face was twisted into a defiant glare.

‘How… how dare they strip me?!’ she thought to herself, feeling her extreme nakedness intensely.  She pulled some more at her bonds, and her anger deepened as her spirit slowly recovered.  'They even bound me with my own lasso!' she seethed.

Wiggling away from the wall into the center of the dark room, Wonder Woman squirmed and struggled with her bonds.  ‘Got to… got to get free… before they return!’ she thought.  She thrashed, desperately.  Her rounded naked bottom wiggled furiously back and forth, and her big bare tits sloshed violently.

But unfortunately for her, Joker and his henchmen knew their trade.  The knots binding her stayed firm.  Suddenly, thrashing too far forward, she went off balance.  Her blue eyes flashed wide above her gag, as she tottered upon her knees.  Then she went down.  With a loud moan, she landed flat upon her sleek flat belly upon the filthy concrete, her gigantic jugs squishing down against the floor.

“UUUMPH!” she moaned, as she trembled upon the floor.  Lifting her head up and to one side, her naked bottom wiggling with torment, she moaned in pain.

Seconds later, a click at the door announced she was out of time.  It swung open – suddenly spotlighting the prostrate super-heroine in a rectangle of light like the lead actress taking center stage.

“Wakey, wakey, Wonder Slut!” an eager, chillingly familiar voice said.  “It’s time to party!”

“Great Hera, no!” Wonder Woman gasped.

Lifting her head off the floor, she looked up into the glowing doorway in horror.  In the doorway was the same gang of Joker’s thugs she had beat up so effortlessly upon her entry.  Several were still nursing bruises from their first encounter with her mighty body.  They leered down at her, their eyes glittering evilly.

Wonder Woman took a deep breath, then glared.  “You wouldn’t dare touch me…” she said.

Their leader grinned, through the thick lump on his lip where her boot had hit him.  He also had a thick lump in the front of his suit pants, as did the rest of them.

“Guess again, sweetheart,” he said.

What followed was a twelve-round rematch between Wonder Woman and her enemies.  It was a pretty one-sided affair.  Wonder Woman thrashed and screeched as she took thrust after thrust and blow after blow to the interior of her pussy.  Held from all sides by the rest of the sneering thugs as the one who was currently on deck got his turn, the only counter-blows she ever managed to land was the stroking and bouncing of her own gigantic breasts against their chests.  From the way their ugly faces leered down into hers, Wonder Woman knew they remembered every blow her fists or feet had delivered to them… every single time their cocks slammed into the hilt inside her gooey tender pussy.  Wriggling, moaning, helplessly, bathed in their raucous laughter, she could only squeal and squeal as she took their spurting revenge over and over again.

At last, the gang had returned all of her aggression, with interest, back up into the Amazon’s cunt.  To make sure she didn’t try to escape again they kept her arms bound but, rather than leave her hogtied, shoved her up against the wall and chained her to it.  More iron fetters were attached to her ankles, binding them to the wall as well, and forcing her to keep them spread.

“Thanks for the rematch, sweetheart,” the leader said, into her gorgeous panting face.  Reaching out, he seized her giant left breast, and gave it a mocking squeeze.  Then, snickering, he and his thugs strutted out through the open door.

Beyond, the Amazon, through her sweaty hanging hair, could finally see the same table at which she had interrupted their games what seemed like long ago.  Sitting down around the beer-bedecked table, the ball-drained thugs returned to their poker game.  Selecting cards and tossing out bets, they almost entirely ignored her.

Slowly, panting for breath, her large bare breasts rising and falling in the darkness, Wonder Woman recovered her strength.  The thugs' semen dribbled in mixed rivers, down the insides of her spread legs.  A few tendrils of pearly seed ran down so low, they trickled onto the iron rings that encased her ankles.

Then, to her horror, two more forms came strutting into view.  The two women she had labored so hard to save sauntered up to stand beside the table, their long bare legs taking mincing model-like steps.  Looking up through the door, the duo gave Diana a pair of broad and glittering smiles.

Each of the two ‘damsels’ in ‘distress’ wore high heels, silver collars, and very little else.  Each bore a tray covered in drinks.  Bending low, one by one, they laid them before the Joker’s men as they shuffled their cards.

“Would you like something else, my master?” Tammy cooed softly, after laying a large and frothy glass of dark beer in front of the leader.

"Drinks.. snacks... or me?" Amber offered, strutting down the line of men, waving her naked ass invitingly like an old-school stewardess minus the minskirt.  But, having recently expended themselves in one of the finest pussies on Earth, for the moment the men only took her up on her first two offers.

Left in her bonds, Wonder Woman sputtered for a moment.  She shook her head back and forth.  “Wh-what is the meaning of this?” she finally screeched.

Having laid down her last drink Amber stood up and, beaming, folded her tray behind her, pressing it against her rounded naked buns.  “Meaning of what?” she asked, coyly.

“You didn’t guess?” Tammy asked.  Holding her empty tray by her side, she crossed her legs tightly and, tilting her head, gave the aghast Amazon a glittering grin.  “We weren’t hostages,” she said.  Reaching down, she stroked a single delicate finger lovingly over the gang-leader’s hulking shoulder.  “Well… not unless you count our hearts being held hostage, to how much we love being fucked by real men instead of wimps,” she added, in a sultry coo.

 “No!  This… this cannot be!” the Amazon hissed.  Her lips quivered, and her eyes flashed with fury.  Her arms tugged at her bonds – and accomplished nothing but to make her giant bare breasts slosh wildly before her.

“It’s true,” the lead thug said, studying his cards.  “You got tricked, and your pussy paid the price, slut,” he said.  He looked up and leered.  “Deal with it.”

“Where is the Joker?!” Wonder Woman demanded.  “Bring him here and I will tear him limb from limb!”

Amber giggled, one hand up by her lips.  “She wants the Master,” she said – in the same tone she might comment on a bratty schoolgirl announcing she was going to marry a movie star.

“I’ll bet she does,” Tammy cooed, knowingly.  Her finger stroked the back of one of the thug’s chairs, as if stroking something else.  “After he got done with her!”

Wonder Woman shook her head in disbelief.  Her pride stung nearly as much as her well-used pussy.  “I… I will not stand for this!” she said, her eyes flashing fiercely.  “Get in here at once!”

“Sorry, Wonder Slut,” the leader said, studying his cards.  “We got all we want from you… now stop pestering us for more sex and leave us be.” 

“You can't ignore me!  I'm Wonder Woman!” she snapped.  She stamped her foot as best she could in her chains, dislodging another little bit of cum from her laden cunt.  “Bring the Joker here!  Now!”

Around the table, several of the thugs started to grumble in irritation at how mouthy and disruptive the prisoner was becoming.  A few made low grumbles about shutting her up with their fists.  But, with a big smile on her lips, Amber waved these thoughts aside.  “Don’t worry, boys,” she cooed, as another howl of offended Amazonian frustration erupted from the direction of Wonder Woman’s cell.  “I know what this slut needs, even if she doesn't…”

Strutting her naked ass over to a nearby table, she reached down to where she had left her purse, and rummaged about inside.  She stood back up, a big smile on her lips… and a long silver dildo perched between her fingers.  Walking back over to him, she presented it to the gang’s leader.

“Give her this,” she said.

The leader grinned.  “Sure,” he said.  Taking the dildo, he stood and strutted in to stand inside the door.  He held it up before the furious Amazon, as she seethed and clanked in her chains.

“This oughta quiet you down, baby,” he purred.

Wonder Woman gasped, staring downwards, at the sleek silver dildo he held.  Its point was tapered like a bullet.  It was long, and thick… much bigger than any hero's penis she had ever witnessed pressed to the inside of a pair of speedos, though still nowhere near as achingly overwhelming as Joker’s own cock had been.

Licking her lips, she dragged her eyes back up to his ugly leering face, and hissed.  “S-sexist pig!” she spat.

He sneered.  “Keep it up,” he said.  Sliding his thumb down to the base of the dildo, he flicked a switch.  It began to buzz.  Then, reaching out, he slipped the tip between her sloppy pussy lips.  Wonder Woman gasped.  But, her thighs held open by the clinking chains, she could not resist.  Then, with a thrust of his arm, he shoved it forward.

“Oh… S-Suffering SAPHO!” Wonder Woman squealed, as the vibrating dildo slammed up into her cunt.  He pushed it all the way forward until her pussy lips were squeezed tight around a little indented ring designed for just this purpose - and then let go.  Her labial lips squeezed and convulsed tightly, making sure it stayed inside her - despite the fact that several gleaming inches were still sticking out down between her mighty thighs.

“Oh…” Wonder Woman whimpered.  Her head whipped back and forth.  “Oh… oh God…” she said.  A faint buzzing came from inside her pussy, as the vibrator continued to do its work.

But the tormented whimpers she made were much softer than the angry tirades she had been spouting out just before.

The thug grinned, to see his plan had worked.  “You’re welcome, Wonder Slut,” he said.  Reaching around behind her, he gave her giant shivering ass a little squeeze.  Then, turning he walked away.  Wonder Woman whimpered and bit her lip, her voluptuous body squirming as her pussy continued to buzz.  

The leader sat down, and the thugs returned to their cards.  For the next few hours they enjoyed their game in peace.  Chomping on their cigars, occasionally they looked up and chuckled – as a particularly awed whimpering moan echoed out of the room where the Amazon still labored to deal with her pacifier.

Wonder Woman quivered and moaned in the darkness for hours, before finally succumbing to a sort of catatonic sleep… the little silver beast still buzzing away inside her drooling pussy.

To be continued...

Summary:  Wonder Woman wakes bound alone and naked in a cell, and tries to wiggle free, but fails.  The thugs she defeated earlier enter and gangbang her for revenge.  Afterwards, they leave the door of her cell open and Wonder Woman becomes irate when she sees the two women she saved serving them, and realizes they tricked her.  She refuses to quiet down, so one of the female henchmen produces a solution from her purse.  The thug leader re-enters the cell, shoves a vibrator up into her, and then leaves.  Successfully pacified, Wonder Woman whimpers quietly within her cell as it buzzes away within her, while outside the thugs chuckle and continue their poker game undisturbed.