Diana Tells The Truth, Part 9

Diana Tells The Truth, Part 9
Story by All These Roadworks (2022).

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As the lower edge of the sun touched the horizon, the invasion of Themyscira began.

Naval troop transports, screened by Zatanna’s magic, landed on the shores of the Island of Amazons and disgorged hordes of LexCorp special forces, all of them male, all of them augmented by LexCorp biotechnology, and all of them bearing top of the line Apokalyptian technology.

The Amazons who were supposed to be on watch struggled to respond to the unexpected invasion, bravely running to the beach and engaging the soldiers, but these women had barely had any sleep for weeks, and what sleep they had managed to obtain had been filled with Zeus’ erotic dreams of **** and subjugation. Their cunts had been wet non-stop as a result of the LexCorp chemicals in their water, and the truth was every single woman on that shift of guard duty had spent it either masturbating or lezzing off with another Amazon. They were too slow, too confused, and too horny, and they were sitting ducks for the paralyzing and stunning firepower of the **** ****’s guns.

With the initial defences overwhelmed, the strike **** moved quickly to take and neutralize Themyscira’s anti-air emplacements - great crystal-based lasers capable of shooting down any aircraft. Each was dismantled with surgical precision.

Behind the front line of the strike **** moved a second, more sinister unit of troops - Lex’s hand picked **** Team. They had a single, clear direction from Lex. Each and every Amazon who was paralyzed or knocked out during the invasion was to be stripped naked, vaginally ****, bound, and securely caged. The men were dosed with potent erectile medicine, and each expected to **** many women that night - but there would be a lot of Amazons who needed ****, so for efficiency each man also held the leash of a large male German Shepherd.

With the anti-air emplacements disabled, LexCorp helicopters began to arrive - and the first of these held his elite attack team, the Female Justice League, composed of the super-heroines he had enslaved and mind controlled. Diana - Wonder Cunt - held the leadership position, and under her command were Fuckbunny (Black Canary), Cunt Witch (Zatanna), Slutfire (Starfire), the Cuntress (the Huntress), Weakness Girl (Power Girl), and Superslut (Supergirl).

They were destined to be the only metahumans taking part in this battle. No help would be coming for the Amazons from the regular Justice League. The Cuntress had seduced the Batman into using her as a personal rapetoy, while Superslut had seduced her cousin Superman and now carried his baby in her belly. Slutfire had had half the superhuman community **** her over the last few weeks in her **** quest to orgasm. Guilty and ashamed, the “heroes” of the world had been convinced to stay out of the “local trouble” that was now occurring on Themyscira, leaving the Amazons isolated and alone.

Diana jumped from the helicopter as it descended towards the ground, landing heavily on the cobblestones of a Themysciran street. “Spread out,” she said to her team. “Identify leaders. Neutralize them and **** them. Show them the proper role of all women.”

The women under Diana’s command signalled their understanding, and soon they were gone, each heading out individually to find targets, leaving Diana alone on the street.

She looked around. Everywhere there was chaos. The night was lit by the fires of Amazonian torches, by the lights of the invading forces, and by flares fired into the night sky, giving everything a reddish glow. Amazons were rushing to the beach, wielding swords, spears and shields. There was shouting, yelling, and the barking of dogs.

A pretty blonde woman in a toga ran up to Diana. “By Aphrodite!” she exclaimed. “Diana - is that you? Thank goodness you’re here! We’re under attack! We need your help!” She paused, and added, “What happened to your clothes?”

The girl was Mala - Diana’s childhood friend. Diana smiled, and put an arm on Mala’s shoulder, casually looping her magic lasso around Mala’s neck as she did so.

“Mala!” she said. “So good to see you. Tell me - in all the time we spent together as children, laughing and playing, did you ever… wish that I would **** you?” She bit her lip. Deep down, she wanted the answer to be yes.

But the lasso compelled truth. “What? No, I didn’t!” Mala exclaimed. “Diana, you need to…”

But Diana cut her off with a sigh. “Strip naked, Mala,” she said. “Then kneel, and tell me where my mother is, and then lick my cunt while I plan how best to turn her into a sex-doll for Lex Luthor.”

Mala’s eyes widened with horror - but the lasso compelled her obedience. She shrugged her toga off her shoulders and let it fall to the street. Diana noted that she wore no underwear, and almost reflexively thought to herself how a woman like Mala *deserved* to be ****. The pretty girl knelt, and then said, “Your mother will have gone to the Grand Armory There is a weapon there that will defend the island. But Diana, why…”

She was unable to finish her sentence, though, as the compulsion of the lasso drove her face forward into Diana’s nude, spread pussy. Diana sighed as she began to enjoy the pleasure of **** her childhood friend. It would be nothing, though, compared to the pleasure she would feel at her mother’s enslavement.

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Elsewhere, the Female Justice League found and eliminated their targets.

Cunt Witch went to the Themysciran hospital. A part of her still tried to remember that her name had been Zatanna, and that she had stood up for women rather than enslaved and **** them, and that her tits had once been small enough for people to respect her as a human instead of automatically see her as a cartoonish fuck-puppet - but the mind control imposed by her own magic was too strong.

A blonde Amazon was working within the hospital, preparing triage beds, not knowing that there would be no wounded women in this battle - only the enslaved and the ****.

“Are you the healer Epione?” asked Cunt Witch. Each step she took jiggled the chains clamped to her nipples and caused her pain, but she knew that it was what she deserved for being a woman.

“Yes,” said the blonde. “Who are you? Why are you dressed like that?”

Cunt Witch nodded. “Your Amazons do not need healing. But my master Lex Luthor has uses for your talents. You will be helpful in enlarging the udders of your sisters, and increasing their fertility, arousal, and pain sensitivity.”

“What?” protested Epione, shocked. “No! That’s disgusting!” She moved to pick up a nearby spear.

Cunt Witch was too fast. “EM YEBO. ROHTUL XEL YEBO,” she intoned.

Epione froze. A tear rolled down her cheek as she realised she was helpless.

“Tell me,” said Cunt Witch. “Which of your medicines would be most degrading to use on yourself?”

Epione struggled, but had no defence against the magic. “Those ones,” she said, pointing. “We use them on our cattle. They make the cows more docile, and increase their milk production. We inject them directly into the udders.”

“Good,” smiled Cunt Witch. “Let’s start with those. Go take one of those syringes, and inject it directly into your tit…”

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The roof of the Temple of Athena exploded with a crack of thunder and a rain of shattered masonry. Exposed within were Menalippe, the High Priestess of the Amazons, and her lover, the oracle Penelope.

The two women had been fucking when the attack started, driven by the ceaseless arousal brought on by the **** in their water and the dreams of Zeus. They had barely had time to realise that the island was under attack and break off their erotic activities. Both were nude. Dark-haired Penelope still had a thick plug wedged in her anus, and whipped cream smeared over her tits and pussy. Blonde Menelippe had that same cream all over her face, mixed with Penelope’s cunt juices, and her hands were bound with soft rope.

Penelope went for a weapon, but she was too slow. Their attackers were Weakness Girl and Superslut, and they were both possessed of unnatural Kryptonian speed. Both priestesses were restrained before they could move.

“Your freedom is over,” whispered Superslut into Penelope’s ear. She had grabbed the woman from behind, a hand on her throat and the other hand cupping her pussy, a finger penetrating her fuckhole. Superslut’s pregnant belly pushed into Penelope’s back, and her lactating tits leaked milk that ran down Penelope’s spine.

“You belong to Lex Luthor now,” agreed Weakness Girl. She had pushed Menelippe to the ground, and was standing with a foot on the woman’s tits, pinning her to the floor.

“What do you want?” moaned Menelippe.

“You led the worship of the Amazons, right?” said Superslut. “Well, you’ll have a new god now. A holy trinity. Lex Luthor, and his attendant deities Cock and ****. You will worship Lex, cock, and ****, and hold festivals to them, and pray to them.”

“No…” moaned Menelippe.

“Yes,” said Weakness Girl. “And you’re going to lead the church, and teach all your fellow Amazons how to worship. But Lex is merciful, and he’s offering you a choice.”

“Yes,” said Superslut. “Your first option is to lead the new church entirely of your own volition. You will be allowed to remember you are lesbians, and that you hate Lex Luthor, as long as you lead the worship of cock and **** and Lex for all of your sisters and convince them to believe. You will betray everything you believe in, and know that you are doing it, but retain the freedom of your mind.”

“Or,” said Weakness Girl, “we can just have the Cunt Witch rewrite your brains. You really *will* worship cock and **** and Lex. You will love them and adore them and forget that you ever felt any differently.”

The Amazons whimpered. Finally, Menelippe said, “Please - let us remember. Don’t rewrite our minds.” She paused, and then added, weakly. “Praise Lex. Praise cock. Praise ****.” She looked at her lover, Penelope. “Please, Penny, don’t fight them. Tell them you want to remember.”

“I’m going to be **** either way?” said Penelope.

Weakness Girl nodded.

“And I can remember I’m a lesbian and hate it, or worship cock and love it?” she said.

“That’s right,” said Superslut.

“Then make me forget,” said Penelope. “Change me.” And then she added. “All glory to Lex. Praise cock. Praise ****.”

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Fuckbunny - the woman who had once been Black Canary - was surprised at the resistance of the Amazonian scribe Clio. The small blonde woman had needed to be stripped nude, slapped in the face five times, kicked in the cunt twice, and punched in the tits four times before she even agreed to call Fuckbunny “mistress”.

Now she lay on the floor, whimpering. Nearby, the Cuntress crouched on all fours, staring at Clio with lust and **** in her eyes, her leash clutched in Fuckbunny’s hand.

“What do you want, mistress?” Clio sobbed, staring up at Fuckbunny and clutching at her bruised tits.

“My master, Lex Luthor, has decided that the Amazons require a new history,” she said. “None of this ‘glorious independent nation of women’ business. He wants to set the record straight, and tell the story of how the Amazons have a history of being deceitful, greedy bitches who have done so many awful things that their constant **** is entirely deserved.”

“That’s not true!” protested Clio.

“It will be,” said Fuckbunny, “once you edit the Themysciran library. It’s a big task, to comprehensively rewrite your entire collection of historical texts, but I’m sure you’re up to the task. Lex wants to make it so that any Amazon who learns anything about her own history feels overcome with shame and disgust.”

“The Amazons are immortal!” said Clio. “They will remember the truth!”

“No, they won’t,” said Fuckbunny. “Lex has ****, and he has magic. By the time he’s done, your sisters won’t be able to remember anything that happened more than a week ago. They’ll have to come to you if they want to remember why they’re prostitutes or why Themyscira is a **** brothel - and your edited library is going to have all the answers they’re looking for.”

“No!” shrieked Clio.

Fuckbunny sighed, and kicked the woman in the pussy. “I can see this is going to take a while. Cuntress, why don’t you hump our archivist’s face like a good bitch? And while you do, I’m going to show her that the reason a woman’s cunt is so sensitive is so that she can be controlled through pain…”

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“Kori, what are you doing?” shrieked the blonde teenager, as Slutfire bound her hands behind her back.

“I’m tying you up so that men can **** you, Cassie,” said Slutfire in a sad voice. “It’s what all women deserve, after all.”

The teenager was Cassie Sandsmark, known to the world as Wonder Girl, and subduing her had been remarkably easy. In fact, she had barely fought back, unable to take her eyes off Slutfire’s nude tits and pussy. It was a surprise for Slutfire, who had never suspected that Cassie might be bisexual - but a convenient surprise.

“What are you talking about?” wept Cassie. “Kori, we’re friends! We’ve fought side by side! We’ve hung out together and shared jokes!”

“I know,” said Kori. “I’m very sorry. It must have encouraged you to think that you were a person instead of a fuckslave. I can see how wrong that was now, and I really regret it.”

She finished tying Cassie’s hands and went to work on her legs.

“Don’t do this, Kori,” said Cassie. “You’ve been mind controlled. You can fight it.”

“Did you know that in the last month,” said Slutfire, “I’ve been **** by every one of your male friends, after I cockteased them into using me as I deserved? They all thought I was their friend, but then it turned out I was just a cocksleeve. That’s how they think of you too, Cassie. I told them all that we were going to invade Themyscira and turn the Amazons - you included - into pain whores that they could fuck, and though they pretended they were horrified, their cocks got hard. And none of them are here today to stop me, Cassie.” She paused to kiss Cassandra on the lips, and tweak her nipple. “I think they’ll be lining up to pay for a chance to **** you, honestly.”

Cassandra was crying now, tears running down her face. “Kori, please…” she pleaded.

Slutfire moved her hands back to Cassie’s cunt, and smiled. “See, you say you want me to stop,” she said, “but after I just told you that all your male friends see you as a sex object and want to **** you, do you know what just happened?” She lifted her fingers to Cassie’s face, and wiped the gooey liquid on them onto Cassie’s cheek. “Your cunt got wet. It got very wet, Cassie. So you see how you deserve this?”

Cassie only sobbed, but the smell of arousal had distracted Slutfire, so when she had finished binding Cassie, she lowered her face to Cassie’s pussy, and began to lick.

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As Themyscira burned, Diana found herself in the looming stone shadow of the Grand Armory. Within, she would find her mother - and determine the final fate of her people.

Suddenly, Diana froze. There was a knife at her neck, and a firm hand gripping her wrists. She scented a familiar perfume…

“Artemis,” she breathed. One of the most fearsome - and beautiful - of the Amazons, and the woman who she had long ago **** and then mindwiped, beginning her descent into corruption.

“Even an immortal throat can be slit, Diana,” whispered Artemis. “Your perverted rebellion ends here…”

(TO BE CONTINUED)