Diana Tells The Truth, Part 8

Diana Tells The Truth, Part 8
Story by All These Roadworks (2022).

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On the morning of the invasion, Diana woke with a bruised cunt and sore tits.

Lex had put her in a room with Power Girl - or “Weakness Girl”, as she now was - overnight, and instructed the women to spend the night **** each other while begging to be punished for the sin of thinking they deserved to be anything other than the property of men. After Diana had repeatedly punched the big-titted blonde in her udders while Power Girl frantically masturbated to orgasm, Power Girl had taken a turn whipping Diana’s tits with the belt from her costume, and then kicking Diana in the pussy until Diana orgasmed. Power Girl was one of the few people on the planet able to actually hurt Diana when she was at her full strength, and she had left Diana with bruises to help remind her that she was nothing but Lex Luthor’s sex-toy now. At least, she thought, she had given as good as she had gotten - Power Girl’s breasts would be in agony for days.

When the guards let her out of the **** room, she crawled on all fours, nude, to Lex’s office, to lick her daily breakfast out of a pet bowl at the foot of his desk until he acknowledged her. It took him nearly half an hour to do so.

“Ah, Wonder Cunt,” he chuckled, pretending to have only just noticed her. “Are you ready to turn your entire nation into sex-slaves?”

“Yes, master,” said Diana. She could no longer pretend that her cunt didn’t get wet at the thought of enslaving her friends and family to Lex’s cock. She was a slut. She had been created a slut, because she had been created a woman, and this was her destiny.

They had been preparing for the invasion of Themyscira for months, of course. Even as Wonder Woman had focused on enslaving her female colleagues and corrupting her male ones, Lex had gone to work on the island itself. His factories had been secretly pumping chemicals into Themysciran water for the last seven weeks - chemicals which would make women horny, stupid, suggestible and weak.

Zatanna had cast spells to slowly unweave the island’s magical protections, and then began to subtly alter the nature of reality on the island. She had removed words from the Themysciran language entirely - no one living, for example, could now recall that the Amazons had ever had words for “rights” or “equality”, and it seemed to everyone that the Themysciran word for “female brain” had always been the same as their word for “cunt”, just as their word for “woman” was the same as their word for “horny female dog”.

With the magical barriers lowered, the god Zeus had begun to take a hand, sending the Amazons erotic dreams of **** and submission, preventing them from properly sleeping and making them wake in the morning horny, tired, and confused.

And then, as a final insult, Zatanna had nullified the birth control of every woman on the island, and increased their fertility, because as Lex had suggested, nothing enslaves a woman so effectively as **** impregnation.

Lex had explained all this to Diana each night as he **** her, and, of course, every time Diana would experience feelings of horror and guilt at what she was allowing to happen - and then orgasm powerfully from the idea of her sisters and friends being **** and enslaved, while Lex laughed at her cruelly.

Now, on the day of the invasion, Lex merely clipped a dog leash to Diana’s collar, and led her nude and crawling to the LexCorp meeting room.

This was to be the final staging area for his elite **** **** prior to the attack. All his newly conquered super-sluts were in attendance.

Lex looked around at the assembled women. “Good morning, pets,” he said. “I am sure you are all excited to be here today on this new LexCorp sanctioned super-team. We workshopped several names for you, you know - ran them past some focus groups. We considered calling you the Teat Titans or the Birds of Play, but I decided to veto crass puns. We thought about maybe calling you the Slut Squad or the Slutty Six, but those didn’t really have the level of importance we were looking for.”

He smiled. “So we kept it simple. You’re the Female Justice League, because you fight for the only kind of justice that women deserve - the right to be enslaved and ****. Are you all comfortable with that?”

“Yes, sir,” chorused the enslaved women unhappily.

“Very good,” smiled Lex.

It was shocking how far the women in the new Female Justice League had come from where they started. Diana looked around the room, and what she saw simultaneously horrified and aroused her.

First there was Fuckbunny. In her former life, this had been Dinah Lance, the Black Canary, but Lex had “re-branded” her into this new identity. Now she wore a see-through mesh bodysuit with cut-outs for her tits and cunt, a rabbit tail butt-plug, high heels and a rabbit-ear headband. Her tits were bound at the base with elastic, and a weight hung from a nipple piercing on each nipple. A thick carrot-shaped vibrator was wedged into her pussy and held in place with a strap. Around her neck was a dog collar, and from the front hung a disc bearing a photograph of her spread cunt. She wore a ball-gag to prevent her using the powerful attack that she had once called her “Canary’s Cry” and which Lex now required her to refer to as her “Whore’s Squeal”.

Fuckbunny held a dog leash, which was connected to the collar of the team mascot, the “Cuntress”. Formerly the Huntress, Helena Bertinelli now crouched nude on all fours, a puppy-tail buttplug in her anus, clamps on her nipples, and a ring gag in her mouth. She had been sent on a very successful mission to cocktease the Batman into **** her, and now she spent her days as the ****-toy of the Caped Crusader, before returning to LexCorp at night to serve as the office pet. As Helena had no superhuman abilities, Lex had been dismissive of her value on his new super-team, and relegated her to the status of “mascot”.

Next was Slutfire - formerly Starfire - the orange-skinned big-titted alien princess. She could fly and project bolts of dangerous energy - but right now she was nude, and openly masturbating. Lex had had Zatanna edit the brain of the beautiful hero, wildly increasing her already considerable sex drive but leaving her only able to orgasm from being violently ****. He had learned that Starfire had spent much of her youth as an unwilling pleasure-****, and delighted in the idea of her deliberately retraumatising herself out of a **** need to cum. He had even turned her loose back into the superhero community, and derived hours of entertainment from watching her desperately try to cocktease male colleagues who had once respected her into degrading and **** her.

The third member of the League was Zatanna herself, a powerful magic-user who invoked her spells through the cute gimmick of speaking backwards. Lex had instructed her that she was now to refer to herself as “Cunt Witch”. After Diana had **** Zatanna to use her own magic to make herself a **** to Lex Luthor, Lex had then used Zatanna to mind control the rest of his League - except for Diana, whose obedience came from a combination of her magic lasso and her own slutty, shameful desires.

Cunt Witch’s current costume involved high heels, fishnet stockings that were held at mid-thigh by elastic straps clamped to her own cunt lips, and a “bra” consisting of a chain running around the back of Zatanna’s neck and clamped to each of her nipples, pulling her tits painfully upwards. The tits themselves were ridiculously oversized - Lex had instructed Zatanna to use her magic to make her breasts a size larger every time she had a slutty thought, and Diana had watched as the Cunt Witch’s breasts had ballooned up rapidly over the last month. Finally, she wore a top hat - a nod to her original costume - and was required to keep her magic wand stuffed up her anus when not in use.

The fourth member of the league was Superslut, the pretty blonde Kryptonian teenager who had once called herself Supergirl. Just last week she had discovered she was pregnant with her cousin Superman’s child - a result of her successful efforts to cocktease and seduce him at Lex’s command - and Lex, eager to see her new degradation written all over her young body, had ordered Zatanna to magically advance the pregnancy.

Now Superslut wore only a tiny blue skirt that didn’t fully cover her cunt, and a red belt buckled over her tits, concealing nothing. The tits themselves were swollen lewdly with milk, and white fluid dripped from her nipples down onto her round, pregnant belly. Lex **** her to spend her free time designing an education plan for her child - if it was a boy, she was to raise her son to **** and enslave her when he came of age, and if it was girl she was to be raised to start a life of sexual **** and submission on her 18th birthday.

The fifth member was Weakness Girl - formerly Power Girl. She wore a costume that was nothing more than a piece of rope bondage that ran around and over her body in something approaching the shape of her old costume. It ran between her cunt lips, with knots positioned at her clitoris, vagina and anus. It greatly constricted the base of each of her oversized-tits, making them balloon outwards and take on a conspicuous purple colour. And it passed over her mouth, holding in place a thick gag shaped like a horse’s cock that extended some distance down her throat.

And of course the sixth and final member of the team was Diana herself, who Lex interchangeably referred to as “Wonder Cunt” or “Wonder Whore”. Lex had designed a simple costume for Diana’s return to her homeland, consisting of a golden dog collar, a golden eagle-shaped underbust that lifted and cupped her large breasts without in any way concealing them, and a complicated web of elastic that he called “panties”, which concealed no part of her groin or anus, but which used clamps to splay her labia wide open and keep the inner pinkness of her clitoris and fuckhole painfully displayed to the world at all times.

In a final piece of humiliation, she was no longer bound with her golden lasso. Diana and Lex both knew that Diana wasn’t enslaved by magic - she was enslaved by her cunt, by her gender, by her slutty desires, and by the degrading and abusive things she had already done for Lex which would forever brand her as a gender traitor and a whore. There was no path back for Diana - the only world in which she could bear to live was one where she accepted her place as Lex’s fucktoy, and brought her family and friends to kneel with her at his feet.

“What are you orders, Master?” Diana heard herself say.

“**** each other until you’re all on the verge of orgasm - but none of you are allowed to cum,” said Lex. “Once you’re all desperately horny, report to the roof for transport to join the invasion ****. The invasion begins at sunset.”

They were just the orders that Diana wanted to hear.

(TO BE CONTINUED)