Wonder Woman vs the Joker Part 6 - The Altar

By Violator

Author’s Note:  for once this is not based on any old Mr. X images; it just seemed like the kind of thing the Joker would do.  This storyline is nearing its completion; there are two more episodes to go.  Send feedback or comments to violatoremail@protonmail.com.  Hit END for a short summary.

Our Story Thus Far:  Wonder Woman has infiltrated the Joker’s lair only to be tricked and captured.  She has endured much at the hands of the Joker, Harley, and their goons; but they are not quite done with her yet...

Wonder Woman would only remember the next several hours as if through the hazy fog of a dream.  All she knew was that she was fucked, again and again.  She was drugged, again and again.  She could only ever remember the unrelenting pounding of penises – some thick, some long, some twisted and huge – through her pussy.  She remembered whimpering as one pair of smirking lips after another claimed hers, and gave her a twisting exploitive kiss – and she remembered moaning, her eyes blue eyes blinking wide, as one cloyingly fragrant pad after another was slammed down to smother her gorgeous features.

And she remembered the laughter.  The raucous, cackling, unending laughter.  Of Joker, and his minions, and of Harley.  Their laughter bathed and inundated her, as her goddess-like curves quivered over and over again with helpless ecstasy, as she was taken against her will - or at least, against what little will she still had left - again and again.

Finally, in one of her lucid moments, Wonder Woman drifted up out of her haze of pleasure and submission to find Harley Quinn fucking her with a gigantic strap-on.  She gasped and squirmed, her luscious flesh quivering before the villainess’s evil gaze.  Then at last, she spoke.

“Please…” she gasped.  She moaned loudly, her head rolling upon the floor, as Harley’s massive knobby dildo thrust back in to the hilt inside her outmatched pussy.  “Please!” she begged.  “I’ll… I’ll do anything you ask…”

Her bobble-crowned head up high, her hands wrapped with relish around Diana’s hips, Harley smirked.  “Anything?” she cooed – and, her own shapely hips sliding in a long smooth stroke, gave her another pump.

“Oh!” Wonder Woman gasped.  Her body shook and writhed, helplessly, upon the deep penetration Harley’s weapon achieved.  “An… anything!” she confirmed – her full lips quivering in passion as she took yet another stroke.

Harley giggled.  “Good!” she laughed.  "Then shut up!"  Snatching up a pad, she slammed it down on Wonder Woman’s lips.  Wonder Woman blinked wide in shock, over the mask, and shuddered.  Then, eyes fluttering closed, she once more submitted to the Joker’s fetid drugs.

When she awoke, Wonder Woman gasped.  For once she was not getting fucked.  In fact, it seemed as if someone had cleaned her up.  Looking down her body, she saw the sleek flesh leading down to her pussy was immaculate and silky.  The only trace of the mountains of juices she knew had been splattered all over from between her legs was a shining trace of her own lubricant, running down the insides of her upper thighs.

But as she looked down, Wonder Woman’s jaw dropped for another reason.  Her lovely hands were shackled together, before her belly – held into position clutching a bright white bouquet.

“What?” she gasped.

Then her eyes grew even wider as she realized she was seeing the world through a gauzy white haze.  It took her a few seconds of whipping her head back and forth, blinking her wide blue eyes every which way, before she finally figured it out.  She had a long white veil hanging down over her face.  From just above her crown, it hung down, spread across the tips of her enormous bare breasts, to where the hem fluttered before her narrow waist.

At last, the pieces starting to fall together inside her reeling brain, Wonder Woman darted her head up and gasped in horror.

She stood at the back of a long underground room which had been transformed into the facsimile of a church.  At the far end, beside a makeshift altar, a priest waited.  Given the tattered state of his robes, and the chain keeping his ankle attached to the altar, he was not there willingly.  Beside him, his twisted lips beaming, stood the Joker.  He was clad in a pure white version of one of his trademark zoot suits.  Down the aisles to either side, on a set of mismatched pews, a motley crew of well-wishers made up of the Joker’s gang  leered up at the Amazon… waiting for the show to start.  At the back of the church, on the other side from the Joker, the two floozies she had tried to save stood waiting, dressed in the best approximations of bridesmaids dresses they had had to hand, clutching their own bouquets.  They beamed at the waiting bride, their smiles eager.

Wonder Woman shook her head, slowly, her blue eyes blinking wide behind her veil as it fluttered before her face.  “No…” she whispered softly.

Standing beside and a little bit behind her, Harley Quinn smirked.  “You did say ‘anything’,” she reminded her, in an arch coo.  Then, reaching down, she gave Diana’s big naked round bottom a sharp, painful pinch.  “Now get going,” she commanded.

Wonder Woman gasped, deeply.  But moments later, the familiar music started to play.  With a soft moan, feeling her body seized by a strange and terrible compulsion, Wonder Woman marched forward.

Slowly she drifted down the aisle.  As she put one step in front of the other, surrounded by the strains of Wagner’s march thundering from hidden speakers, Diana felt like she was floating more than walking.  It was exactly as she had boredly listened to several other women describe their own walks down the aisle, though she suspected for very different reasons.

As she marched, aside from her veil, her crown, and her bouquet, she was almost completely naked.  At the ends of her long legs she still wore her red and white boots.  Between her mighty thighs, as they took one step after another down the aisle, her sacred pussy was completely exposed.  The waiting gang-members leered at it, as it processed past them one by one on its way to meet its date with destiny.

When she was halfway down the aisle, her hands trembling on her bouquet, Wonder Woman turned her head.  “Are… are you really okay with this?” she whispered sharply to Harley – her eyes never leaving the Joker’s giant expectant grin.  “Don’t… don’t you want to be his?” she asked.

Following beside her, in the assumed position of the father of the bride, Harley grinned.  “Nah,” she said.  Reaching down, she gave Diana another pinch on her giant naked ass.  “I'm not the marryin' type.  You’re the one getting all the duties, honey,” she purred.  “Mistresses are the ones who have all the fun.”  With a patronizing pat to her giant once-virginal ass, she herded the blushing royal bride onwards.

At last, as the last strains of the march faded, Diana reached her assigned place across from the Joker at the head of the aisle.  She turned, slowly, to face him – her head still in a daze of shock and lingering drugs.  Harley, after giving a last couple pats to the buxom heroine’s ass to make sure it arrived in the proper place, slipped around behind her and assumed a position at the head of the other two bridesmaids.  Reaching down, she picked up a pre-positioned bouquet.  Standing up, with a huge grin on her lips, she effortlessly transitioned her role from bride’s escort to the beaming maid of honor.

Looking to either side, the priest nodded.  He held a book clutched before him - handcuffed to his wrist, to make sure he could not drop or throw it.  Opening it, he started reading.

“Dearly beloved,” he intoned – his voice echoing across the long buried chapel.  “We are gathered here today to witness the union between a divine goddess-like woman,” he gestured at Wonder Woman, “ and her rightful master.”  He gestured at the Joker.  “As it is written, when a haughty super-heroine finally gets tired of waiting for her stupid team-mates to treat her as she deserves, she will allow herself to fall into the clutches of a proper villain.  He will bang her worthless stupid brains out, and the two will become one flesh.  Specifically, her flesh will become his.”

As the priest droned on, Wonder Woman shook her head – making her veil flutter sharply back and forth, atop her giant breasts.  Though it had long been clouded with the combined effects of shock and drugs and sex, at long last her gorgeous head was starting to clear.  Eyes wide, she let her gaze slide up and down the slender form of her twisted bridegroom – who stood beaming before her.  As her eyes crossed his chest, she drew in a sharp breath.  For, where a normal groom might wear his corsage, she at last realized that Joker had her own famous little star-spangled panties – the skimpy silks dangling out mockingly from his lapel.

The sight caused a shiver to run through her, and her head grew sharper still.

“Why would I agree to this?” she suddenly asked – interrupting the droning priest.  He looked up, sharply, from his readings.  “Why?” the Amazon demanded again – her eyes fixed only on Joker.  Her voluptuous ass wiggled back and forth, behind her, as she squirmed against her bonds – but found that they held.

The priest started to open his lips – but the Joker raised a bony hand and stopped him.  “I’ll handle this padre,” he said.  Raising his hand, he clicked his fingers.

Instantly, along the wall of the church behind him, a series of video screens flickered to life.  They had been placed in the same position one might expect to find stained-glass windows, along the chapel of a normal and traditional church.  As they came on, each screen flickered to life… and Wonder Woman’s jaw dropped.

For each screen was showing flawless footage of one aspect or another of her own ignoble downfall.  Upon one, her eyes spreading wide in horror, she saw herself quivering in the Joker’s arms… pressing one kiss after another to his bony chin as his giant member pounded away in her pussy.  Upon another, she knelt at his feet and, no sign of either his hand or Harley’s upon her head, her tiara bobbed back and forth vigorously as she sucked away at his penis.  Upon another screen, shot from behind her uplifted buns, she saw herself writhing and screaming – and faintly heard herself admitting she was a bad girl and a tease, as Joker’s giant dildo pounded away in her pussy.  In another, from an episode she scarcely even remembered, she saw herself passionately kissing Harley Quinn… while the long dripping dildo Harley had used to briefly win over her heart lay dripping beside her upon the bed.

“Oh… oh Goddess…” Wonder Woman whispered.  Her bouquet trembled before her, and her giant breasts sloshed back and forth inside her veil, as she beheld all the footage they had taken.

Stepping forward, Harley grinned – and, reaching down, returned her attentions to what she had decided was her favorite part of the Amazon’s body.  “If you disobey,” Harley cooed, tracing a single finger teasingly up and down the massive swell of Diana’s giant, naked, squirming bottom, “then all that video goes straight to the servers of the Daily Planet… among a half-dozen other places.”

“No…” Wonder Woman gasped.  Her lips trembled, and her eyes blinked wide.  The thought of Superman seeing her weakness, let alone the entire world, filled her with an even greater horror than the thought of wearing the Joker’s ring upon her regal finger.

“Oh,” Harely cooed, into the reluctant bride’s ear, “and by the way… the files are all-backed up off-site, and get released on a dead man’s trigger… just in case you were getting any ideas about resisting.”  Bringing her fingers together, she gave the Amazon’s immense right buttock a deep and possessive squeeze – making the giant muscular bun distend and jiggle between her fingers.

“Oh!  H-Hera!” Wonder Woman gasped – her body shivering from head to toe under Harley’s caress.

“Do you understand?” Harley cooed – giving Diana’s buttocks another little pinch.

Slowly, breathing hard, the blushing Amazon nodded beneath her veil.  Harley grinned – and, with one last patronizing flick of her finger against her giant bubble-shaped ass, making it jiggle like taut jello, backed up and resumed her place in the line.

The priest glanced back and forth.  Then he shrugged, and looked back at his book.

“Now then,” he said.  “Is there anyone here who knows of any reason that this man and this woman should not be brought together, in the sacred and unbreakable bonds of holy matrimony?”

Silence answered his question.

He looked up.  “Anyone at all?” he asked.  Turning his head, he looked expectantly at Wonder Woman.

Diana squirmed – making her naked breasts wobble back and forth wildly before the assembled witnesses.  Then she looked down, demurely.  “No,” she whispered.  Her beautiful head shook back and forth slowly, beneath her veil.  “I don’t…” she added, softly.

Joker and Harley both grinned.  The priest merely nodded, and returned to his text.

“Now then,” he said.  “Do you Diana, Princess of the Amazons, also known as Wonder Woman, take this man.”  He gestured at the Joker.  “As your lawfully wedded husband?”

Wonder Woman opened her lips and drew in a deep breath.  But before she could answer the priest continued, reading carefully from his printed text.

“Do you vow,” he said, “to love, to honor, and especially to obey him?  Do you acknowledge that between you consent is now meaningless, as your body is now his property, to use as he pleases?  Do you promise to thank him for his mercy, every time he justly punishes you for the inevitable failures your inferior mind will commit?  Do you vow to keep his property, also known as your own body, at the absolute peak of sexual attractiveness for him?  Do you promise to be understanding when he inevitably engages in constant unprotected sex with innumerable other women, despite these efforts?  Do you promise to be his, to serve and worship him as your god, as long as you both shall live – and onward, into the eternity of your immortal soul?  If so, and only if so, then say ‘I do.’”

Wonder Woman’s jaw hung open.  She stared at the Joker.  Then her gaze slid over to the priest.  Then to the Joker.  Then back to the priest again.

“Are… are those the real vows?!” she asked at last, her voice shivering.

The priest, holding the book closed but with one finger stuck inside to keep his place, shrugged beneath his robes.  “Actually,” he said, “circumstances not-withstanding, those are quite possibly the most refreshingly straightforward vows I have ever read.”

Behind Diana, Harley snorted.  “Maybe if it was the groom saying all that shit, yeah,” she purred.  “But fortunately for us, that wouldn’t be fitting for poor Wonder-Slut here.”  Reaching out, she ran a single finger, tauntingly, up and down Diana’s left buttock.  Then she gave it a sharp flick of her finger, making it jiggle, and drew her hand back beneath her bouquet.

“Do you accept the vows?” the priest asked, patiently.  He was used to brides suffering sudden attacks of nerves before the altar… if perhaps never quite like this one.

Wonder Woman gasped.  Her lips trembled.  Teetering back and forth between two terrible fates, she found herself tongue-tied.

Joker shook his head, looking irritated.  “Well, I for one am not going to let my brains get bored out, while we wait for yon beloved to make up her mind,” he said.  Reaching down, he unzipped the fly of his white suit.  “Make her spread, Harley,” he said.

With an eager grin, Harley dropped her bouquet and whirled around.

At the front of the church, before the first pew, there waited a height-adjustable stool on wheels.  It had a plush, white faux-leather seat, a chrome frame, and three black wheels.  It was stashed at its lowest height, out of sight below the front of the pew.  Grabbing it, Harley wheeled it around until it was just behind Diana’s boots, and then pulled the lever.  The plush seat shot up, until it pressed to the bottom of Diana’s jutting buttocks.

Wonder Woman gasped.  But before her, Joker had just hauled out his cock.  Despite everything her eyes dropped down and, with a husk of breath from her lips, became glued to it.  In an instant, as she stared at his member, the hazy swirl that had mostly cleared from her pretty head returned in full force.  Letting out a moan, she trembled – suddenly completely unsure what to do.

That would not do.  “He said spread, you lazy bride!” Harley said.  Pumping the stool’s lever, she let it shoot up another inch or so, beneath Diana’s buttocks.  The mighty Amazon gasped – and, head still fuzzy, acted on pure instinct.  Feeling herself in danger of being pushed off balance by the rising stool she spread her long legs to steady herself, while her boots remained firmly planted on the floor.

“Good enough for me,” the Joker leered.  Stepping forward, he reached around and took two deep eager handfuls of Wonder Woman’s giant, cushion-lifted butt.  Then he swung his own hips forward – pressing the tip of his enormous scepter up against the entrance of her cunt.

“Oh… oh my Goddess!” Wonder Woman gasped.  Her eyes, staring down into Joker’s leering face, suddenly spread wide behind her veil, as she felt his mammoth tip once more poised outside her vagina.

“Read her the vows again,” Joker commanded.  Then, clenching his fingers deep into her buns, he slowly thrust into her.

“Oh!  Oh GOD!” Wonder Woman gasped, lips trembling beneath her veil, as his huge tip pushed in through her pussy lips.

The priest shrugged.  Then, ignoring the squirming shenanigans going on before him, he did as he was told.

Her head rocketing back and forth beneath her flying veil, half-deafened by her own squeals, Wonder Bride barely managed to register every third word the priest said past the mental devastation wrought by Joker’s penis as it burrowed back up inside her.  It was as if she was having to listen to the vows up the wide-spread channel of her pussy, with the gargantuan thickness of Joker’s veiny shaft repeatedly choking it into silence as he slid into her.

“OH!’ she gasped, as she heard the words, ‘love, honor and obey.’  “UNH!” she moaned, as she heard ‘your body is his property.’  “AH!” she gasped, as she was told to promise to thank him for each and every punishment he gave her.  “AGH!” she groaned, as she was told to cheerfully accept that he would continue fucking anything and everything he pleased, regardless of her efforts to be continuously pleasing for him.  “H-Hera!” she gasped, as she heard the words ‘serve and worship him as your god,’ and “Oh, Goddess!” as she heard the words “on into the eternity of your soul…”

“If so, then answer, ‘I do,’” the priest finished.

At that exact moment, Joker’s mammoth penis finally shoved its way in all the way to the hilt, imbedding itself balls-deep inside Diana’s sacred tight-squeezing pussy.  And in that instant, her head whipping back and forth, her veil trailing behind it, Wonder Woman could only say one thing.

“Oh… oh… I DOOOOOO!!!!” she squealed loudly.  Fluids shot out of her quivering pussy, around the Joker’s massive deep-penetrating penis.  “I… I DO!” she repeated again.  Her face turning up to the ceiling, her blue eyes blinked wide at the heavens… tears leaking down her cheeks as she enjoyed the most momentous moment in a woman’s life.  “I… I accept… oh, God… I DOOOO!” she squealed again, her entire body shivering in awe upon the villains’ deep and throbbing invasion.

The priest gaped for a moment, despite himself – staring, in shock, at the most enthusiastic response from a bride he had ever heard in his career.  Then he recovered.  As the Joker began to thrust and thrust inside Diana, the priest turned slightly to face him in turn.

“And do you sir,” he said, as Joker’s giant penis slammed and pounded through Diana’s wide-spread pussy before him, “take this woman… to be your lawfully wedded wife?”  He studied his paper, carefully.  “To have and to hold,” he said.  “And to fuck.  And whip.  To strip, and to put into chains.  Will you treat her like she deserves to be treated - in other words, like a slave, who deserves infinite punishment for ever denying that was her place?  Will you use her body as a farmer uses his fields – to be fertilized and planted in at will?  Will you shove your dick down her throat, every time she talks back?  If all this you vow, then answer ‘I do.’”

Wonder Woman moaned.  Her head rolled from side to side, as she got fucked.  Her long veil swirled about her, tickling at her breasts – and obscuring slightly the deep blush spreading across her beautiful cheeks.

Any moment now, she expected him to answer.  To seal her into the sacred, patriarchal union, as male-dominated cultures had sealed women since time immemorial.  It felt as if her heart were skipping every other beat, as her buxom, mighty, and well-penetrated body tingled, beneath the long swirling veil, in aching anticipation of the glorious moment so many other women spent their lives dreaming of.

But instead, one hand still clutched tight to her butt and his narrow hips thrusting away, the Joker sneered – and raised a single finger.

“One item first,” he said, waving his finger in the air.

Wonder Woman’s jaw dropped.  Her eyes burst wide and blinked at him in shock, up through her veil.  “Wh-what?” she gasped – her voice rising into a little squeak at the end, as his massive tip slammed home deep inside her hips.  “What… what item?!” she gasped.  “M-marry me… and be done with it!”

The Joker grinned – enjoying the drooling of her pussy juices all down his penis.  “You’re a princess,” he said, pointing down at her.  “Therefore,” he purred – his balls swinging wildly between her thighs as he enjoyed his last possible instance of premarital sex by pounding the living daylights out of her cunt – “before we can get married, you have to offer me a dowry.”

Wonder Woman’s lips quivered.  A little drool ran out of the sides of her mouth, as she stared at him in shock.

“A dowry?” she asked.  The mention of that patriarchal custom took her entirely by surprise.  “What… what kind of dowry?!” she asked, shocked.

“One befitting my new status as Prince of Themyscira,” the Joker said.  Diana gasped, gaping up at him in shock, as if finally sunk in what marrying the evil villain would make him.  He leered down at her.  “The treasures of your Queendom, sweet cheeks,” he cooed.

Breathing hard, Wonder Woman shook her head.  “But… but the Amazons are a peaceful state,” she gasped.  “We… we have no loot… no plunder… no treasures.  Save that is, for the… for the bodies of the Amazons themselves…”  Her voice trailed off, as it finally sunk in what he was after.

The Joker grinned.  He made a kissy-face at her, mockingly.  “C’mon, honey,” he cooed.  “Spit it out.”

Wonder Woman shook her head slowly, even as her body continued to shiver under his deep penetrating assault.  “No…” she whispered softly.  “I… I couldn’t…”

The Joker chuckled… and, without another word, began fucking her a little harder.  “C’mon, honey…” he cooed.  He blew her a kiss.

“Oh… oh God…” Wonder Woman whimpered.  Her head whipped back and forth, trailing her veil, as her taut-stretched pussy rippled and squirted under the savagery with which he was fucking her.  “There’s… there’s too many of them…” she finally managed to wail.  “I… I could never bring them all!”

“So work out a pussy installment plan,” the Joker purred.  Leaning his head down, he nuzzled his long nose against hers – through her veil.  “One immortal cunt a month, say,” he cooed.  "Until you run out."

“Oh… oh God…” Wonder Woman moaned.  Her eyes flickered – first one then the other – as his penis pounded her deep.  But after another few thrusts, she found she could no longer resist.

“I… I promise…” she whispered.  Her voice trembled, as he fucked her.  “I promise… as befits the Crown Prince of the Amazons… I… I will give you a proper dowry…”  Lifting her trembling lips, she laid a sweet kiss to his chin - through the gauzy barrier of her veil.  “I… I will give you… one beautiful Amazon a month…” she promised.  Lifting her lips, she kissed the other side of his hooked chin, while his cruel penis pounded away in her pussy.  “I will lead them into Gotham, to fight you,” she said, “and deliver them instead into your arms, ready to be tamed.”  Lifting her lips, she pressed a kiss to his nose.  “When you have taught… every virgin Amazon what it means to be properly and deservedly ruled,” she said, “when they have all become my handmaids and your slaves… then at last you will have our Queen, too.”  She took a deep breath, and blinked up into his wicked face in awe.  "In short," she whispered, her head aswirl with horror and passion as he fucked her and decided whether or not to make her his, "I... I offer as my dowry... the beautiful island of Themyscira itself as... as your harem and your playground."

 “I dunno,” he sneered, as he kept nailing her.  “Your Queen?”  He raised an eyebrow.  “Is she hot?”

Wonder Woman gasped, and blushed – her body shaking upon his pounding thrusts.  “She… she is as ageless of any of us,” she whispered.  “And… and has... by some margin... the largest breasts…”

The Joker tilted his head back.  “Sold!” he cackled, and thrusted away merrily inside her.

“So you accept the dowry?” the priest asked.

“Okay,” the Joker sneered – reveling in the feeling of Diana’s pussy juices flowing down his cock, as he slammed away mercilessly inside her.  “If she insists!”

“So do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded-“

“Sure, why not,” the Joker laughed.  He pulled out to his tip, then thrust in all the way to the hilt.  “I do!!!!” he cackled, as her incredibly tight and wet pussy engulfed him from base to tip.

“And you, madam?” he asked.  She’d already said it, but he wanted to check again.

“I… I do!  I do!  I DOOOOO!!!!” Wonder Woman squealed wildly – fluids shooting in long shining arcs from her cunt as she got nailed.

“Well then,” the priest said, closing his book and pressing it between his hands, “by the power vested in me by the state and by God…”

“Oh, God…” Wonder Woman moaned, her buxom body shaking.

“Before this crowd of witnesses and before almighty heaven,” he continued.

“Oh, God.  OH GOD!” Wonder Woman gasped, her eyes blinking drunkenly.

“I now pronounce you master and slave… I mean husband and wife.  Whatever,” he said.

Reaching up from behind, a big grin on her face and a tear in her eye, Maid of Honor Harley flipped the Amazon’s veil up, so it hung down behind her back.  The gorgeous Princess gasped as she gazed up at her new husband with nothing between him and her lips, at last.  Around his pumping penis, her excited pussy suddenly began to flood with juices like never before as she realized what was about to happen.

The priest beamed at the two love-birds, happily.  “You may kiss the bride,” he told the Joker.

A huge smile slowly spread across Joker’s twisted lips.  “I’ll pass, thanks,” he said.

Riding atop his pumping thrusts, Wonder Woman gasped in horror.  Her luscious red lips, unkissed, hung open and trembled in dismay.  Reaching around the trembling Amazon, Harley slipped a key up and unlocked her manacles.  Letting her bouquet tumble to the ground, Diana promptly reached up and gripped Joker by his arms… but she did nothing else.

The priest was taken aback for a moment.  Then he shrugged, and turned to the impaled bride.  “Madam, would you like to kiss your husband?” he asked her.

“Oh… oh Goddess…” Wonder Woman hissed.  Pulling up on his arms, she brought her lips close to his.  Her giant breasts squished against his chest.  Dangling out of the lapel of his suit in place of a flower, her skimpy star-spangled panties wobbled back and forth just above her shimmying cleavage.  She stared at them for a second, then lifted her gaze to his face.  Her lips twisted into a snarl.

“You… you wicked, evil, twisted monster!” she hissed.

Then her sultry lips opened up wide, and let out a loud moan.  Rivers of juices flowed out of her pussy, impaled on his rampaging beast.  Her blue eyes blinked wide, up into his warped and leering face.

“I… I love you!” the Amazon finally admitted, in a wail.  Lifting her head, she pressed a sweet kiss to his right cheek.  She let her head fall back, and gaped at him.

Her hands rose up, and stroked tenderly over his shoulders.

“I… I honor you…” she whispered.  Pulling herself close – her body shivering as he continued fucking it – she pressed another kiss to his left cheek.  

Then she pulled back.  But not too far.  Her beautiful face hovered just in front of his.  Her lips quivered, less than an inch from his.  Her blue eyes blinked wide into his, free at last of the barrier of the long princess-length veil that now hung down her back, covering up her lustrous raven hair.

“And I promise,” she whispered softly to him.  “I… I will obey.  I will obey you.  As your loving wife… I will always obey.”

Pressing her lips at last to his, she sealed her union – the union that made of her sacred and super-humanly shapely flesh nothing more or less than the dirt trod beneath his wicked feet – by giving him a deep, passionate, and utterly worshipful kiss.

Instantly, the chapel exploded.  The gang leaped to their feet, and let out raucous cheers.  Her bridesmaids squealed with pleasure – even as they watched her buxom hips quiver, jealously, as she received her first dose of married bliss upon their boss’s cock.

“Congratulations, my dear,” the Joker sneered, after Wonder Woman finally stopped kissing him and withdrew, her gorgeous face gasping up at him in awe.  His giant cock had begun to pulse and twitch wildly inside her convulsing and now eternally-his pussy.  “Now, here comes your wedding gift!” he cackled.

Slamming into her to the hilt, he unleashed a second huge flood of his cum up inside her.  So huge was his dick and his emission that he forced out all the other cum that had been squirted into her by his lesser minions in the several gangbangs she had experienced, sending seemingly gallons of pearly fluid flying out of her taut-stretched pussy as if a seal had come undone on some sort of industrial semen pipeline.  Wonder Woman’s eyes rolled wildly  in her head as, for the second time, she felt the horrific thrill of Joker’s potent seed filling her… only now, the sacred womb his little sperm were streaming up into was utterly, rightfully, and unabashedly his.  She trembled and shivered, as her husband planted his seed in his bride's furrow.  Finally, with a mighty squeal, she came.  Even more fluids splattered from her pussy, and her entire body shook in its wedding getup before the entire cackling church, as she came and came.  At last, exhausted, her tired mighty legs drooped back down and rested on the floor.

“That’s good, babe,” the Joker said.  His long limp penis still inside her, he leered down into her sweaty, exhausted, veil-framed face.  “But now, I’m afraid, we’re going to have to defer our honeymoon.  We’ll have it eventually, on Themyscira – once all your Amazon friends can join you in serving me hand and foot upon its beach.  But for now, we’ve held you rather too long… and its time to dispose of you before any silly super-heroes start to get suspicious.”

Panting for breath, Wonder Woman lifted her head and blinked wide at her triumphant groom, in confusion.

“What?” she gasped.

Behind her, Harley sneered – finishing up filling a handy pad one ‘bridesmaid’ had kept concealed under her bouquet with mind-numbing drugs handed to her by the other.  “He means,” she said, “congratulations on becoming Mrs. Joker - now prepare to get cucked!”

Lunging forward, she slammed the pad down on Wonder Woman’s face.  The mighty Amazon bleated, her blue eyes blinking wildly.  But she was far, far, far beyond being able to resist.  Joker’s long limp penis still inside her, her blue eyes slowly blinked closed.  Her mighty thighs, held out wide to either side of him, shivered and then lay still.  When the pad was drawn away, Wonder Woman’s veiled head tilted down and, letting out a puff of will-taming gas from her lips, rested sweetly against her new husband’s chest.  Her golden tiara, by chance, ended up caressing lightly up and down across the star-spangled-panty boutinier that still dangled out of his lapel pocket.

As one – save for the stunned priest who nevertheless kept watching in transfixed wonder - the rest of the chapel threw their heads back and let out a long, raucous, and wickedly triumphant laugh, at the Wonder-Bride’s expense.

To be continued...

Summary:  Wonder Woman awakes in a makeshift church wearing a long white veil.  She is led to the front, where the Joker waits with a priest.  She objects but, when shown the immense amount of pornographic footage they have gathered of her, and upon being told who it will be shared with, she relents and agrees to proceed.  An extremely demeaning set of wedding vows are red to her, which initially leaves her tongue-tied.  Frustrated, the Joker unzips, enters her, and orders the priest to read the vows again.  Squealing in awe as the vows are read again, Wonder Woman climaxes upon him at their conclusion, and immediately squeals ‘I do!’  The Joker is read a matching set of vows, but initially refuses, holding out until he is offered a dowry worthy of marrying a princess.  Through leading questions he gets her to realize the only object of appropriate value she has to offer:  the bodies of her fellow Amazons, delivered one by one.  Though initially horrified, the continuing action of Joker’s cock inside her swiftly convinces her to agree.  Pronounced his wife she smothers him in kisses, promises to love honor and obey, and then squeals in awe as she gets her wedding present deep inside.  Mrs Joker then promptly gets gassed, yet again, and the villains all laugh.