Not well

It took a few terrifying hours, but they managed to find land. John was never fond of roller coasters, so it didn't matter what city they had ended up in, they needed to land.

He directed her to land in a nearby alleyway to remain out of sight. John was responsible for her, after all. He didn't want her whisked away by someone else. It wouldn't be too difficult, considering how submissive Diana was. It wasn't hard to imagine that her mission could be used to justify her slavery to someone else. His job was to keep her focused. And have his fun with her as well.

"I don't understand..." Diana said, looking around the dirty alleyway. "This city looked wondrous from the skies, but down here....this looks like a place people dump their garbage."

"You're telling me." her new partner said, looking at a nearby homeless man stirred awake by their conversation.

Diana immediately noticed him. "Another man..."

"Actually, he looks like my size. I need his coat."

"I've got it." Diana said. John's eyes jolted to her, afraid that she'd use unnecessary **** on the poor guy.

Instead, Diana knelt down to him, locking eyes with him in a similar fashion she did with John the first time they met. The old homeless man looked back, his face suddenly brightening up. It was as if he was being filled with hope for the first time in years.

"Greetings, sir. I am Diana, princess of Paradise Island, and servant to all men. My master, John requires your coat. What could I offer in exchange?"

For a moment, the bum was stunned, but wouldn't throw away his chance at this offer. "Gimme a kiss, woman!" He suddenly bellowed out.

"That sounds reasonable, sir." Diana said. "I've practiced kissing a lot back home."

Diana leaned in, planting a soft, tender kiss on the bum's lips. Of course, the bum wouldn't let it be so simple. He grabbed Diana's bare shoulder and pulled her in, his tongue entering her mouth. Diana took it in stride, allowing the man to control the situation. Despite how disgusting one half of this equation was, John couldn't help but get hard. Not only at the comment about Diana practicing on other women on her island, but also that he hadn't kissed her thus far. The princess's first kiss was with some random, filthy bum.

Now that at least John wouldn't be jailed for public nudity, the pair hurried down the streets. He was desperately searching for any type of clothing store when he accidentally bumped into an office lady.

"Hey, watch it!" She angrily said.

"Sorry, sorry!" He replied, though the woman was already walking off, returning to her cell phone conversation.

"What was that?" Diana asked, looking puzzled. "Why was she in such a hurry? Why didn't she apologize to you and offer her body to make up for her sleight?"

"I've told you, Diana, that's not how things work around here. You heard my...confession with that rope. Here, women are not slaves, they aren't meant to serve men. That's why you're here, right? To 'fix' this whole thing?"

"Yes, but...this world is more tainted then my mother cared to admit." Diana said, her face filling up with frustration. "Do you know where she was going?"

"Probably to work. Her, uh, career. What she does for a living."

"Hopefully, some man puts her in her place with his cock..."

"No, she looked like she worked in an office. Hell, I'll bet she actually has men who work for her."

"What?!" Now Diana was angry. "I cannot let that stand! We must go fix this!"

"No, no!" he said, grabbing her shoulders in what would be a futile attempt to hold her in place if she decided to act. "Listen, you have to accept that this is how the world works here. You can't just **** her to be a submissive bitch like you because she won't want to. Women like you are rare here. That means you can't always help men like that homeless bum, either. I promise you, every man you meet is going to want to **** you, and if you spent as much time trying to pleasure them all as you would trying to call out every bit of equal treatment of women, you're never going to complete your mission, there's just....to much to do. You have to focus on the here and now. I can help you with that..."

Diana listened to the words of her master and mentor. Maybe he was right. She had noticed that there were many women like that business woman walking around. Standing tall on their own, living their own lives. Even if she disagreed with it, she couldn't **** them to change. That was her mission. To be the example, to be the ideal she wants to spread.

"You are...wiser then you think, John." she said, calming down a bit.

"Thanks....now let's find a clothing store. We need a good amount of clothes, so I'll probably have to whore you out a bit more."

"Whore...me out? What does this mean?"

"Oh, well, it means I'll let men use your body, and they'll give you money in return....uh, money is what we use to trade goods."

"But...that isn't right. Any man has the right to use my body as they wish, I do not deserve any compensation for fulfilling my duties in life."

"I guess, but remember what I just said, it'll take forever if you try to please every man you choose. It may hurt you, but you have to be picky, or at least only serve men I let you serve...Also, the money wouldn't be yours, I'd take the money, so you aren't really being compensated."

"Ah, I understand now!" Diana said, smiling widely again at the prospect of being his prostitute.