Diana Tells The Truth, Part 3

Diana Tells The Truth, Part 3
Story by All These Roadworks (2022).

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The members of the Justice League were shocked.

They’d seen heroes change their costumes and their branding before. Everyone remembered Superman’s ill-advised mullet, Aquaman’s brief attempt at an all-blue costume, and Batman’s ridiculous spiked armour.

But when Black Canary turned up to the regular meeting of the team at the Hall of Justice, no one was prepared for what they saw.

At least she had the decency to blush. She looked as humiliated wearing it as one might expect. Her heels were at least an inch higher than her previous outfit, and she was wearing a rabbit-ear costume headband. She’d discarded the black vinyl bodysuit part of her costume, and instead her fishnet stockings had been expanded into an entire mesh bodysuit. It concealed nothing, but even so, a hole had been cut in the chest, and Dinah’s naked tits hung out of it, unsupported, on full display.

It looked like there was a band of elastic constricting the base of each breast, because they bulged lewdly, and a round metal weight was hanging from each nipple by what appeared to be a freshly-obtained nipple piercing. Dinah didn’t have any inherent pain resistance - the agony must have been significant.

She was at least wearing a vinyl G-string, barely covering her cunt and anus - but even then, large visible bulges betrayed that she clearly had a vibrator stuffed into her pussy and a butt plug in her rear, and an audible buzz coming from her groin suggested that the vibrator was activated. The back of the G-string featured a cute little powder-puff bunny tail.

Even the fact that her pussy was covered did not really give her any modesty - because the finishing touch of her outfit was a demeaning black dog collar, and hanging from the front, where a nametag might be, was a three-inch disc bearing a photo of her own spread cunt.

“Dinah, what….” began Superman.

The Canary’s face was flushed with degradation. Her eyes were downcast. “It’s my new costume,” she said. “Do you like it?”

“You look like a slut,” said Batman, bluntly. “Is this a joke?”

“No,” said Dinah. “I thought I needed a costume refresh, and this look suits me.”

“I hardly think this is appropriate attire for a superhero team,” said Superman disapprovingly.

Dinah’s face twisted in a burst of anger. “Oh, come on,” she said. “You never said anything about Power Girl’s giant hooters and her ridiculous cleavage-window costume. You never blinked at Supergirl’s slutty little short skirts and ****-me panties. Everyone’s fine with Poison Ivy wandering around wearing nothing but some leaves. Spare me your moralising.” But her anger only lasted a moment - her eyes suddenly unfocused, and she took a deep breath of air. It was clear to everyone that the buzzing vibrator in her pussy was very distracting to her, and she was having trouble concentrating on anything but her cunt.

Wonder Woman, who had been silent, spoke up from the far end of the meeting table. “She’s right. If she wants to dress like this, that’s entirely her choice.” Wonder Woman paused, and bit her lip, blushing a bit. “And besides, you men have saved the world so many times - don’t you deserve a bit of eye candy from the women?”

They all looked at Wonder Woman. She had made a few costume changes of her own, recently - a generally more concealing battle suit, that didn’t show as much cleavage, but which, inexplicably, had little holes in the front that exposed her nipples to public view. No one had dared comment on it - Wonder Woman had made it clear long ago she didn’t require unsolicited criticism of her costumes.

Dinah made a little whimper, and squeezed her legs together. She looked like she either wanted to take the vibrator out of her pussy, or push it further in, but she could do neither.

“Wonder Woman has a point,” said Green Lantern. “A little decoration around the Hall of Justice would be a nice change.” It wasn’t clear if he was staring at Dinah’s bare tits, or the photo of her pussy, but he liked what he saw.

“Oh,” said Dinah, her voice raspy with lust. “And I’m not the Black Canary anymore. That name never made sense anyway. Now you should call me ‘Rapebunny’.” As she finished saying that, she suddenly gasped, and her whole body shook and twitched.

There was complete silence as the entire Justice League watched a clear liquid trickle from Dinah’s crotch, run down her leg, and pool at her feet.

The woman formerly known as the Black Canary had just orgasmed from humiliation in front of the entire Justice League.

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It had happened the night before. Black Canary had been returning to her apartment from a patrol. She just come inside, when she felt herself pushed hard against the wall. There was a hand at her throat, and another pinning her hands above her head, and a firm knee between her legs, pressing against her cunt.

Her eyes widened. It was Diana - Wonder Woman - her friend! And Diana wasn’t wearing her normal costume. She was completely nude - except that her trademark golden lasso was looped and tied around her body in a restrictive, erotic harness. Even surprised, injured, and a little scared, the Canary couldn’t help but marvel at how perfect and sexy Diana’s body looked.

Nevertheless, she wasn’t about to let herself be ****. She opened her mouth to use her trademark Canary Cry - a powerful sonic attack - but before she could make any sound, Wonder Woman leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Dinah felt the Amazon’s tongue push into her mouth, and she couldn’t help herself - she kissed back. She felt herself growing wet. She had never particularly identified as bisexual - despite some activities she tried to pretend she hadn’t taken part in - but Wonder Woman was literally a kind of goddess. How could anyone not be turned on by her?

As the kiss continued, Wonder Woman took her hand off Canary’s throat - and casually ripped open Canary’s leather corset as if it were paper, exposing Dinah’s tits. Dinah moaned into the kiss. The costume wasn’t cheap - but it was hard to think clearly with another woman’s tongue in her mouth.

Wonder Woman pressed tighter against her, and Dinah felt the rough rope of Wonder Woman’s lasso bondage-harness rubbing deliciously against her tits.

And then Wonder Woman pulled her mouth away from the kiss, moved to whisper into Dinah’s ear, and said, “Tell me what you would betray every principle you have to keep secret.”

Dinah opened her mouth to ask what Wonder Woman was doing - but her skin was touching Wonder Woman’s lasso of truth. She struggled, trying to stop herself from answering - but she couldn’t, and to her complete horror she began to tell a story she had never told anyone.

“I shouldn’t have gone out on patrol horny,” she said. “I’d been fucking Ollie that night, and he’d cum in my mouth - his sperm tastes *so* good, by the way - but he’d been an ass and fallen asleep before I reached my own climax.”

“So I dressed up in costume and went out to look for trouble - and I found it. I heard a girl screaming, down by the docks, and I ran into a warehouse, only to find Bane - hulking, more ripped than an Olympic weightlifter, juiced up on Venom - and butt naked. He’d grabbed this gorgeous blonde college girl, and he had her tied up, naked, and blindfolded. He’d just stuffed an O-ring in her mouth when I got there, and he was clearly about to **** her. I guess even Bane has needs.”

She was blushing bright red with shame as she said this. Then she gasped, with surprise, violation and delight. Wonder Woman had lowered her mouth to Canary’s left tit, and was lightly licking her nipple with her tongue, Meanwhile, her hand had begun to softly stroke Canary’s pussy - which was, to Canary’s shame, slippery with arousal.

“Well, I started fighting him, but Bane’s a dangerous opponent at the best of times, and I was still all fuzzy-headed from the sexual arousal. He got the better of me, and I thought I was going to die - but instead he growled, ‘Little superhero slut!’ and ripped off my costume - just like you just did.”

Canary moaned as Wonder Woman’s finger slid between her pussy lips and into her fuckhole.

“I just froze. I stopped fighting. I knew what was about to happen… and I wanted it. I let him pick me up, and impale me on his cock. He didn’t even push me against a wall or anything - he’s just that strong. He did it standing up, lifting my whole body, moving me up and down on his dick like he was using me as a Fleshlight.”

“And that cock - oh my God, I’ve never had something so big inside me. It hurt so much. It must be what giving birth feels like. But it was good. I orgasmed, and orgasmed again, and orgasmed again. And then finally when he came, it was like having a hose stuffed in my cunt. The **** of it almost pushed me off his dick. Seriously, Diana, whatever Venom does to that man, it’s not like steroids - it makes him a **** of nature…”

Canary paused to moan again as Diana moved further down her body, and began licking gently at her cunt. She couldn’t believe Wonder Woman - THE Wonder Woman - was eating her pussy. She wanted to cum. She knew she would, soon. More importantly, she wanted to stop talking, but she couldn’t.

“After he had cum, he spoke to me. ‘I’ll give you a choice, little slut,’ he said. ‘I’ve spent my load. If you want, you can take the other bitch, and both go home. No consequences, no payback.’”

“I could barely think straight. I said nothing.”

“‘Or,’ he said, ‘we can play all night. You can go over to the bitchling there, and take all my cum out of your pussy and push it up her twat, to get her started. Then, you teach her how to be fun to ****. I’ll watch. You do some little lesbian games with her, make me hard again. Be cruel - I like it when they cry. Then I fuck her and if - IF - I find her sufficiently fun to ****, you can lick my cum from her pussy and then I’ll **** you again too.’ He looked at me. ‘Which will it be, little slut?’”

“There should have been no doubt. I should have taken the girl and gone home. I don’t know why I didn’t. Maybe there’s something in his cum that fucks up your mind. I like to think there is, because otherwise I can’t live with myself. Because instead of going home, I went over to the girls, spread her legs, dug his cum out of my pussy, and started to push it into her cunt.”

“She was blindfolded, so she had no idea who I was - and still doesn’t. I didn’t even know if she was on birth control, but I pushed Bane’s cum into her pussy, and then I **** her. I licked her pussy. I made her lick my pussy. I whispered in her ear and told her she needed to be a good fuck for Bane or I’d *really* hurt her. I told her to buck and struggle and whimper for him. I told her she’d end up with Bane’s baby in her belly. I rode her face and felt her crying into my pussy, and it made me cum, and cum again. But I didn’t let *her* cum. She needed to be wet for Bane.”

She whimpered. “Oh, God!” she breathed. Diana was nibbling on her clitoris. It was the most exquisitely sexy pain. The fingers of Wonder Woman’s left hand were fingerfucking Canary’s pussy. Wonder Woman’s right hand crept around behind her, and she squealed as she felt a finger violate her anus.

“I masturbated,” Dinah continued. “I masturbated as I watched Bane **** the girl. It was so hot. I came twice. I saw how I must have looked earlier - no longer fully human, just a cocksleeve for his monstrous dick. And then when he was done I crawled over and licked his sperm out of her pussy - and then it was my turn, and God, it was even hotter than the first time.”

“Afterwards Bane told the girl that for the rest of her life she was to fuck anyone who came to her door and called her a ‘bitch’ - and that if she didn’t, he would kill her. Then he gave me the girl’s wallet, and showed me her address on her driver’s licence. ‘In case you want some fun,’ he said. And then he let the girl go - just turning her out naked and blindfolded onto the street - and then he left himself.”

Dinah was crying - from shame, from guilt, and from the nearness of her orgasm from Wonder woman’s tongue.

“I **** a girl, and let her be ****, just so I could cum from being abused by a mass-murdering psychopath,” said Dinah. “God, what kind of monster am I?”

Wonder Woman looked up from Dinah’s pussy. “Did you ever see the girl again?”

“Seven times,” admitted Dinah. “Sometimes I just start getting super-horny, and I know that I’ll never cum as hard as I did from the shame and degradation of being **** by Bane, and I need to do something *wrong* - and I try to ignore it, but I get wetter and wetter, and eventually I go to the girl’s house and **** her. Whatever Bane did to her gave her a kink anyway - she’s got this giant monster dildo mounted to one wall of her bedroom, and apparently she kisses it every morning and fucks herself against it every evening. I get her to lick my pussy while I fuck myself against the cock, and then after I cum she licks my juices off it while I return the favour.”

She swallowed.

“One time I took Ollie there, to share her. I told Ollie she had a **** fantasy, but she was consenting. He came so hard into her pussy when she started crying I thought he was going to have a heart attack. To my surprise, she orgasmed too, so he never questioned whether she actually wanted it.”

“Did Bane get her pregnant?” asked Wonder Woman.

“No,” said Dinah. “But licking his cum out of her was so hot… I started going to brothels and asking for used condoms. And then I would take them to the girl’s house, and push the contents up her pussy, and then lick her clean. I guess one of them must have taken, a couple of visits back, because last time I went to see her, she’s got an eight-month baby belly, and her tits are leaking milk everywhere.”

She started to shake. Wonder Woman’s tongue was back in her fuckhole, licking her labia, running over her clit. She felt the orgasm coming.

“I **** and impregnated her, for fun,” Dinah said.

And with that, she orgasmed - shaking, moaning, and squirting on Wonder Woman’s perfect face.

When Dinah was done, Wonder Woman rose, until she was face to face with Dinah again.

“Lick me clean,” she said, and Dinah complied, blushingly licking her ejaculate off Wonder Woman’s face.

“I belong to Lex Luthor now,” said Wonder Woman. “And now you to do too. He controls me with this lasso that he took from me - he has a remote control for it, even - but he’ll control you with this secret. You’ll do as your told, or else what you’ve just told me will be shared with the Justice League, the police, and the world at large.”

“No…” whispered Dinah. She couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Yes,” said Wonder Woman. “I want to say that I’m sorry, and that I don’t want to do this, and that I’m being **** to, but I can’t lie while I’m wearing the lasso, and the truth is that **** you is about the hottest thing I can imagine, and I’ve never been so aroused and humiliated as when Lex controls me, and the thought of turning you into a submissive sextoy just about drives me out of my mind with arousal.”

“Please no…” said Dinah, begging.

“So you’re never going to tell anybody about this,” said Wonder Woman. “And you’re going to follow me to your bed, and then spend the rest of the night licking my cunt, and then in the morning we’re going to discuss the new identity and costume that Lex Luthor has come up with for you. I think you’re going to like it….”

(TO BE CONTINUED)