Diana Tells The Truth, Part 10

Diana Tells The Truth, Part 10
Story by All These Roadworks (2022).

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The red-headed Amazon called Artemis held a knife to Diana’s throat - and Diana felt herself melt with lust.

Artemis’ long hair, her buxom breasts, her full lips, her delicious cunt - these had been the centre of Diana’s sexuality for years. Her natural desire for the woman had led her to **** Artemis years ago, using her magic lasso, and to then wipe the knowledge of the event from Artemis’ memory. Now desire, guilt, shame and excitement were laced through every thought of the woman.

They stood near a small shrine of Aphrodite, near the entrance of the Grand Armory. It was empty, its priests having rushed to the beaches to defend the island, and Artemis dragged Diana through the shrine’s door and threw her down on the stuffed mattresses provided to cushion the knees of worshippers.

Diana tried to get up, but Artemis was too fast. The redhead was on top of Diana, pinning Diana’s back to the floor. Artemis knelt over Diana’s chest, her knees pinning each of Diana’s arms, and Diana’s tits pressing against Artemis’ groin. Diana blushed to see that Artemis was wearing only lingerie - attractive white Egyptian cotton - and guessed that the redhead must have decided she didn’t have time to dress before taking up weapons.

“Get off me,” spat Diana, struggling. She was normally stronger and faster than Artemis, but her own lust had dulled her edge, and in any case Artemis had superior leverage.

“I don’t think so,” snarled the beautiful redhead. “These slutty dreams we’ve all been having - they’re your doing, aren’t they?”

“Zeus,” said Diana. “Zeus sent them.”

“What, did you suck his cock until he agreed to **** us?” sneered Artemis.

Diana was silent. That was exactly what she had done.

“All month, I’ve dreamed of being ****,” said Artemis. “And you know what? While all my sisters have dreamed of being **** by men… I’ve been dreaming of being **** by *you*, Diana. Why do you think that is?”

“I’m sorry…” said Diana, quietly.

Artemis slapped her across the face. “You should be sorry,” she said. “The dreams broke what you did to me, Diana. I *remember*. I remember you forcing me to lick your cunt like I was your little whore. I remember you making me forget.”

She slapped Diana again. “For years now, ever since that day, I haven’t been able to cum from normal sex. I’ve only been able to orgasm if I’m being **** - or if I’m forcing someone. You fucked up my sexuality, Diana - and until these dreams, I didn’t even remember what had done that to me.”

“I’m sorry,” said Diana again.

Artemis spat in Diana’s face. Then she reached down and used her knife to cut away the front of her own panties, to reveal a perfectly waxed cunt. She shifted her position, pushing her pussy against Diana’s mouth. “Lick,” she ordered.

Diana obeyed eagerly. Tasting Artemis’s fuckhole again after all these years was pure heaven.

“I can only cum from ****,” said Artemis. “And do you know how many men - or women - are strong enough to **** me? Basically zero. If I don’t struggle, it doesn’t work for me - and if I do struggle, I get free. So what does that leave? **** other girls?”

She moaned as Diana lapped at her clitoris.

“I’ve tried,” she said. “I’ve tried so hard to resist. But sometimes it’s too much. I never do it with Amazons. I go out and find pretty conservative bitches - women who have sold out their gender to the patriarchy - and I slap them until they obey, and then ride their faces till I orgasm. Then I take them and sell them to brothels in third-world countries, so no one will ever learn what I’ve done. And then I hate myself so much that I need to be **** again - only no one can **** me…”

She shuddered - and then came hard, against Diana’s face. She squirted into Diana’s mouth, and Diana swallowed eagerly. When she had relaxed, she pulled her pussy back off Diana’s mouth.

“What do you have to say for yourself, Wonder Slut?” she hissed.

“Join us,” said Diana. “Lex will make you weak. He’ll make it so everyone can **** you. You’ll be **** every day. You’ll be able to cum.”

Artemis made a face of disgust, and slapped Diana again. “How can you say that?” she exclaimed.

“Because it’s true,” said Diana. “Honor, sisterhood, justice - none of that really matters to women like you and me. Not when our cunt wants something different. The sooner we realise that our cunt is what really controls us, the happier we’ll be.”

Artemis still looked disgusted - but, slowly, she got up off of Diana. Diana got to her feet, unsteadily, then took a half-step towards Artemis - and kissed her on the lips.

Artemis kissed her back, hesitantly at first, and then with growing passion. She bit Diana’s lip hard enough to draw blood, and Diana melted.

When Artemis released her, Diana said, “Join us, Artemis. Join me. Help me **** my mother.”

“Just to be clear,” said Artemis, “you haven’t even *begun* to pay for what you did to me.”

“Good,” said Diana. Just as she had said, nothing mattered but her cunt - and her cunt was throbbing with need at the thought of Artemis torturing it again and again and again….

But first there was Queen Hippolyta to deal with.

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They found her inside the vaulted stone hall of the Grand Armory. The room was lit by the glow of white crystals ensconced in the walls.

Hippolyta stood in the centre of the hall. She was clad in the loose white robes of the Themysciran Queen, which fell over her buxom, mature figure in a way that provoked an involuntary twitch in the cunts of both Diana and Artemis. Her long black hair was unbound, and her feet were bare.

More importantly, she was armed with a large silver gun, which she held in two hands. Where its barrel should be was a purple crystal.

“It’s over, Diana,” said the Queen, as the two women entered. “I’m so sorry for what Lex Luthor must have done for you, but I’m going to make it right now.”

“Put down the gun, mother,” said Diana, advancing slowly across the hall.

“The gun is for healing, Diana,” said Hippolyta. “It clears the mind. One blast and it tunes out all the ideas that men have ever given to you - just silences them - and lets you think with only the wisdom of women to guide you. I was about to connect it to the great turret to blast the entire island at once, but it’s still able to be used on single targets. It will free you from Lex.”

“Mother, let’s…” began Diana - but at that point, her mother fired the gun.

The purple beam struck Diana in the chest. It felt like fire through her body, and acid in her brain. She screamed involuntarily.

A moment later, a second blast struck Artemis.

Diana fell to her knee and started to cry. “Oh Artemis…” she moaned. “What have I done? Mother, what have I done?”

Hippolyta ran to her daughter, and knelt beside her, cradling her in her arms. “It’s not your fault,” she whispered in Diana’s ear. “Lex captured your mind. The evil is his. But you’re free now. We can make this right.”

“I’m so sorry,” wept Diana. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hush,” chided Hippolyta, and kissed her daughter on the forehead. “Hush now. You will be a hero again.”

Diana’s sobs slowly subsided, and Hippolyta moved to rise to her feet…

… only to find that something was holding her down.

She was caught in Diana’s lasso.

“I’m so sorry,” Diana said again, with a different look on her face, “because these thoughts didn’t come from Lex, or any man.”

A look of horror began to dawn on Hippolyta’s face.

“It turns out I’ve always been a pathetic little **** slut,” said Diana. “Just like all women. That didn’t come from men. That came from the moment the gods made me with a cunt between my legs.”

“Diana, what are you saying?” gasped her mother.

“The power of the lasso commands you, mother,” said Diana. “Tell me the one thing you least want to reveal to me.”

Hippolyta bravely tried to keep her mouth closed - but the magic of the golden lariat was too strong.

“The gun works both ways,” she said, tears beginning to well in her eyes. “If you reverse the charge, it makes a woman unable to reject ideas given to her by men.”

Diana smiled. “And you say I can connect it to the great turret to affect the entire island?”

Hippolyta whimpered. “Yes,” she found herself **** to say.

Diana laughed. “Take off your clothes, mother,” she said. “Then lie back on the ground and spread your legs.”

“What are you doing?” Hippolyta demanded - but she was compelled to obey, pulling off her robes and exposing her full, mature tits and her shaved pussy.

Artemis was back on her feet, and walking towards the Queen.

“Are you all right?” asked Diana.

Artemis smiled - a bittersweet, self-loathing smile. “I’ve never accepted any idea I ever heard from a man,” she said. “Everything I chose to do today was all me.”

“How do you want to use her?” asked Diana, gesturing at her mother.

Artemis looked down at Hippolyta. “She always treated me like a subordinate rather than an equal. She’s an evil stuck-up bitch who talked about freedom for women while setting herself up as a queen to rule over them.” She paused for a moment to think, and then said, “I want to kick her tits like soccer balls until she cums from pain and humiliation.”

Diana almost orgasmed at the thought. “Great,” she said. She turned back to Hippolyta.

“Mother, I don’t want you to think that you opposed what’s about to happen,” said Diana. “I want you to know that you were complicit in the enslavement of our people. So I’m going to give you a chance. I’m not going to fire your pretty gun at the entire island until you cum. Artemis here is going to kick your tits, and I’m going to get down between your legs and lick you. All you have to do is avoid orgasming from having your daughter lick your pussy and this redheaded slut here kicking your udders, and your people will be safe.”

Hippolyta moaned in horror.

“Do you think you can do that, mother?” asked Diana.

Hippolyta only moaned again - so Diana knelt between her legs and began to lick.

Diana may have been made by the gods from clay, and never literally been birthed from this vagina - but tongue-**** her own mother’s cunt still felt incredible, especially once Artemis started kicking the Queen’s fuckbags and Hippolyta started bucking her hips in a futile attempt to struggle against the compulsion of the lasso.

In battle, Hippolyta had once fought for three days without sleep, outnumbered and overmatched, against invading armies, and somehow emerged victorious.

On her back, with her legs spread, her mind infected by Zeus’ dreams and her body corrupted by Lex’s ****, she lasted only ten minutes. The humiliated scream of her orgasm echoed through the Grand Armory, followed by Diana’s delighted laughter.

Afterwards, Diana took the extra time to maker her mother beg for her second orgasm - beg her own daughter to **** her - before telling Hippolyta to lick Artemis’ cunt like a good bitch, and rising to operate the machine.

As Artemis sat on the Queen’s face and idly spanked Hippolyta’s cunt and tits with her hands, Diana connected the gun to the Great Turret, confirmed what her mother had said about reversing the gun’s energy - and then, masturbating with one hand and operating the fire controls with the other, she happily erased the freedom of every woman on Themyscira with a single push of a button.

(END)

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