Wonder Woman vs the Joker Part 7 - Afterplay

By Violator

Author’s Note:  portions of the dialog in this chapter are taken directly from the work of Mr X.  Specifically, all dialog spoken out loud between paragraphs 18 and 25 are taken from a single image.  As with other images referenced in this series I have no idea of the title or date of publication, but I first saw it on his site around roughly 1998 (I think - I’m less certain on the date of this one than some of the others).  Internal dialog and external dialog after that is original.  Send any comments or feedback to violatoremail@protonmail.com.  Hit END for a short summary.

Our Story Thus Far:  Wonder Woman was been lured into Gotham City to face the Joker.  On her arrival, she encountered a sexist cop, who nevertheless gave her advice on where to find the Joker.  He was then immediately paid off by Harley Quinn for his services.  Now, having spent a great deal of time getting fucked and tamed in the Joker’s clutches, Wonder Woman is about to find herself out on the streets of Gotham once more… and in very different circumstances to how she first arrived.

Once again, Wonder Woman would have no idea how long she slumbered.  She would learn later that her entire ordeal had lasted just over twenty four hours.  But when at last she awoke again, it was with her mind disordered and her body upright and aching.  Her memories of the last several hours swirled through her still drug-addled brain like a bad dream… but, with a shiver, she knew they were not.  Moments later a cold wind blew across her flesh, and made her shiver again.

Groaning drowsily, Wonder Woman lifted her head from where it had hung while she was unconscious.  Blinking the fog out of her eyes, she slowly looked around.

Then she gasped.

She was no longer in Joker’s lair.  Instead, she was back on the sinister streets of Gotham.  Stripped, bound, and tied beneath the flickering light of a filthy light-pole.

“G-Great Hera!” she whispered, as she blinked out into the horrifying darkness in shock.  The fetid memories of what had happened to her briefly driven from her pretty mind, she turned her head down and gaped at her exposed body in disbelief.

As she stood bound she was almost, but not quite entirely, naked.  Her panties had been reinserted back onto her body, but had also been ripped in two straight down the middle.  One scrap of star-spangled silk hung from the middle of her right thigh, the other from just above her left knee.  Both fluttered softly, in the breeze.  Her boots were back on, but both had been torn up as well as if shredded in a fight.  One boot had been damaged so much the cuff had collapsed down around her ankle, leaving her right calf bare.  Her belt and her golden-cupped bustier both lay between her feet – the latter had also been ripped and shredded, so it looked like it had been torn off her giant bouncing rack in mid-struggle.

Behind her, the heavy steel light-pole was squished up between her gigantic round buns.  Its light beat down upon her, illuminating her amidst the darkness like an actress upon a stage – or a stripper upon her pole.  Her own golden lasso had been looped repeatedly around her body – one loop passing over the tops of her giant breasts, another over her shoulder, and another few around her narrow waist.  Each loop passed around the back of the pole to where the lasso was also wrapped around her wrists and tied taut – binding them together.

The net effect was to leave the Amazon pinned up on the pole like an hors d’oeuvre upon a toothpick, her tasty body offered up for the hungry denizens of Gotham’s stinking inner city to devour.

As she looked back up, gasping, she realized that the generous offering her sloshing breasts and juicy pussy represented had not gone unnoticed.  Sable hair fluttering about her, her gorgeous head turned first this way and then that, her blue eyes going wider by the second.  For as she watched, one by one, the scavenging jackals of Gotham’s concrete jungle started to gather.  One by one she spotted them in the shadows.  The worst sort of gutter criminals Gotham had to offer – each of them staring in at the naked illustrious Amazon with opportunistic hunger.  As she watched, a couple of them raised their phones, and snapped pictures.  Licking her lips, gasping, the gorgeous Amazon started running through in her head how she would explain to the press in the morning that they were photo-shopped… assuming she survived to do so.

Suddenly, there was a loud pulse of siren, and the flash of red and blue lights inundated the area.

“Oh… oh great Goddess…” Wonder Woman whispered – unsure herself whether she was saying thanks or begging for assistance – as a Gotham PD cruiser came barreling up the street behind her.  At the sight of the 5-0 the dark shadows instantly vanished, scattering into the night.  The car pulled up right behind her jiggling ass, and stopped – its top lights still flashing and its headlights still on.

Unable to turn around and see due to her tight bondage, Wonder Woman heard the door open.  She heard the officer get out.

Closing her eyes, she quickly started to rehearse her story within her head.  ‘I… I can’t mention Joker…’ she thought.  Even as she thought it, an extra dollop of the Clown Prince’s semen slid out of her pussy, and ran glistening down the inside of her thigh.  ‘If he uploads the footage it will destroy my reputation,’ she thought, ‘and… and besides, it would be too humiliating when Batman inevitably finds out.  I… I have to come up with another story.  But what?’

Unfortunately for the Amazon, she was still bound by her own lasso, and could not lie.  As she heard the police officer’s boots crunch one after the other on the pavement, coming around to face her from the front, she swiftly came up with the least damning version of events she could still fit within the truth.  She ran through her careful script quickly a couple of times, and then she opened her eyes.

“Officer,” she started to say – keeping her voice as imperious as possible under the circumstances.  “I… oh God!” she gasped, her eyes suddenly going wide.  “It’s YOU!”

“Well, hello there, Wonder Booty,” the same portly officer she had confronted the night before purred.  Stepping forward, his giant paunch jiggling under his uniform, and his jowls hanging heavy, he put his hands on his thick belt and admired the view.  “Long time no see,” he said, his eyes running up and down her staggering naked body in appreciation.

Wonder Woman took a deep breath, and then refocused.  ‘It doesn’t matter who he is,’ she told herself.  ‘I just have to go through with it…’  And, without another thought, she launched into her tale.

“Th-thank the stars you’ve arrived, officer,” she said.  Lifting her head high, she did her best to give him a regal and commanding glare, while her giant bare boobies sloshed back and forth before him.  “A gang of ruffians managed to overpower me, and bind me with my own lasso…” she said.  As if to demonstrate, she struggled against the golden cords binding her – uselessly, save to make her titanic jugs jiggle and and her broad and buxom hips wiggle enticingly before his piggy gaze.  “They all had their way with me,” she admitted – unnecessarily, as rivers of glistening cum were still pouring out of her pussy and dripping down her inner thighs.  “There must have been fifteen of them in all!”  

She took a deep breath, and fixed him with a commanding glare.  

“Quickly now,” she said, “untie me so that I may pursue them!”

Standing before her, the officer took another few seconds to enjoy the view.  Wonder Woman panted for breath – her flawless body quivering, her gigantic boobies slowly swaying back and forth.

“Well now, Wonder Boobies,” he said at last.  He unbuckled his belt, and grinned.  “It don’t look like today’s your lucky day…”

He unzipped his pants, and popped them open.

Wonder Woman stared in shock as he opened up his pants, and she saw a glimpse of bulging tighty-whitey inside.

“By… by the Gods!” she gasped, her face quivering in equal parts shock and outrage.  “What… what in Hera’s name are you doing?!”

But even as she said it, her eyes could not help but latch onto what she was seeing inside.  They went wide.  The bulge in the officer’s tighty-whities was enormous – much larger than in any super-speedos she had ever seen.  Going by what she was seeing, while he might not challenge the Joker in length, the chauvinist cop was almost the Clown Prince’s equal in the tremendous punishing girth of his member.  She took in a deep breath, her lips suddenly quivering in disbelief.

The officer smirked.  “What’s it look like Wonder Pussy?” he said.  He pulled his briefs down under his balls, letting her see for herself how correct her guesses had been, and then unbuttoned his shirt.  Then, coming forward, he wrapped his hands eagerly around her hourglass-shaped body.  His thick penis rose up between her thighs and pressed against the entrance to her pussy.  He let it linger there a second, then shoved on up inside her.

“Oh! G-Goddess!” Wonder Woman shrieked, as she got penetrated yet again.  She stared down into the cop’s face in shock as she felt his penis pounding away inside her.  His immense girth did indeed remind her of Joker… even if he couldn’t reach to quite such mind-destroying depths.  She whimpered as her pussy suddenly got even wetter than before, as his thick tip pushed deeper.

“You… you’ll never get away with this…” she whispered down to him, as her giant boobies jiggled back and forth against his paunch.

He grinned up into her face, as he slammed his cock back and forth through her sacred cunt.

“I know full well it was the Joker that had his way with you, you stuck-up slut,” he said, enjoying immensely the tight squeezing of her pussy muscles around his thrusting cock.

Wonder Woman gasped, staring down into his eyes in shock.

“But I won’t tell anyone about that,” he sneered, “if you don’t tell anyone about this…”

He thrust in hard, driving his thick cock into her all the way to the hilt.

“Oh GODDESS!” Wonder Woman gasped, as he thrust all the way up inside her.  Her lips hung open, panting.  “Oh… oh Goddess…” she moaned again, as he began fucking her.

Almost instantly a feeling of deep dismay erupted inside Wonder Woman’s shuddering head… as she realized how good it felt to have the cop’s penis inside her.  “Oh Goddess… she whispered again, as he continued thrusting.  “Oh… oh Goddess…”  She tried to resist, but with each thrust she got wetter and hornier.

Already, as she grit her teeth and shuddered upon his impaling force, the mighty Amazon could see the future.  All too soon, she knew, like an alcoholic craved a drink and an addict craved a fix, her once-virginal body would begin to yearn and long for another taste of what it had just discovered it so badly craved.  Not just to have a long and thick penis inside of her – though it would ache for that too.  But to be owned, to be taken – and by the most evil, brutal, and brutish master possible.  Her first taste of explosive pleasure within Joker’s playroom had ruined her – and at the same time opened up to her a world of delights she had never known existed.  A world that would only come to her if she kept her legs meekly spread for the very worst men Man's World had to offer…

Gasping, shivering, as she took the shocks of the cop’s pleasure upon her broad flat belly, the Amazon tried not to let any of her emotions out onto her face.  Her lips twisted into a snarl, as her gorgeous face glared down into his.

 “V-very well…” she hissed.  “You… you filthy, dirty pig!” she added, her eyes flashing.

Then, with a deep moan, she completely gave in to her dark new lusts.  Her gorgeous head dropping, she kissed the filthy cop right on his lips.  Her mighty legs rose up, and wrapped around his back.  Whimpering softly, tied up against the pole, she nevertheless began to push her buxom hips down into his cruel thrusts as best as she possibly could – seeking desperately to get him just a fraction of an inch deeper into her pussy.  Her tongue twisting around his inside his mouth, the gorgeous Amazon set out to make sure the chauvinist pig would forever remember this night, as he got to fuck the shit out of the most powerful feminist upon the planet.

“Oh… oh Goddess…” she thought to herself within her swirling head, as she felt the chauvanist’s thick cock start to drive her to orgasm, and rewarded him by caressing his tongue with hers.  “I… I really am… the world’s biggest joke…” she thought.  Then, pushing into him hard, she kissed him for all she was worth, while her impaled body trembled as it prepared for her first orgasm upon him.

To be continued…

Summary:  Waking up after her last round of sexual humiliation in the Joker’s clutches, Wonder Woman finds herself bound to a streetlight in the heart of Gothams’ ghetto, with the shredded remains of her costume lying around her.  The criminals of Gotham start to skulk around, and for a brief time the naked and horrified Amazon is sure she will become their prey - but then, to her partial relief, a police car pulls up beside her, lights blazing.  Unfortunately, her relief is short lived, as the same male chauvinist officer she confronted early in her adventure gets out and leers at her.  Putting the best face possible on her situation, the Amazon nevertheless launches into the least humiliating explanation for her predicament that her lasso will allow.  Informing him that a gang of unspecified ruffians overpowered her and all had their way with her, she implores him to release her so she may pursue them.  But, leering, the officer informs her that it is not her unlucky day, as he unzips his pants.  The dirty cop proceeds to take the second half of his payment between her legs.  As he does so, Wonder Woman is utterly horrified to find she is loving every second of it… and the realization sets in that she has been utterly ruined as a super-heroine, and is now completely addicted to brutal and submissive sex.  Finally succumbing entirely to her new desires, the Amazon adds to the corrupt cop’s rewards by lowering her head and proceeding to smother him with kisses right on his piggy lips.