Diana Tells The Truth, Part 4

Diana Tells The Truth, Part 4
Story by All These Roadworks (2022).

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Lex Luthor called it his “display room”. He’d had it purpose-built once he had enslaved Diana with her own lasso. It was lushly appointed in red velvet, with a couple of armchairs and a large, luxurious bed in the centre. Around the walls were a range of recessed podiums, each set up to restrain and display a woman.

Diana had been busy filling them with defeated super-heroines over the past week, and now was waiting at attention - nude, except for the golden lasso wrapped around her body - for her master to review her work.

Lex entered a full quarter hour later than the time he had told her. He liked to make her wait. He was dressed in an immaculate suit, and flanked by two tall, suited women - his personal bodyguards. The women waited at the door, and Lex strolled casually into the centre of the room to gaze at Diana’s trophies approvingly.

“Masturbate,” he told her, without otherwise acknowledging her. “I want the Wonder Whore to act like the rapey slut she is while she reports to me.”

“Yes, sir,” said Diana. Her voice was unhappy - sulky, even - because she still hated obeying this evil man. But the command was not truly unwelcome. She was already very wet. The truth was that her enslavement remained deeply erotic to her, as did the enslavement of her fellow female heroes. It was her forbidden fantasy - and her own lasso made her admit that truth, no matter how ashamed of it she may be. She lowered her hand to her pussy, slid a finger between her wet, engorged cunt lips, and began to slowly, eagerly rub her clit.

Lex looked around the room at the displayed women. “Bring me the Canary,” he said. Silently, his two bodyguards moved to the display housing Dinah Lance - who under Lex’s instructions now went by the super-hero name “Rapebunny”, but who had previously been known as the Black Canary. In an entirely unsubtle pun on her former name, the Canary had been stripped nude and placed in a suspended birdcage. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, a feathered butt plug had been shoved in her anus, a length of chain connected her perfectly-rounded tits to the bars of the cage, and a dildo-gag had been shoved into her mouth to stop her using her super-powered Canary’s Cry. (Or “Rapebunny’s Moan”, as she was now required to call it.)

The women opened the cage, unchained the Canary’s nipples, and carried her to the bed. They placed her on her back, and then used a winch to raise the bed to waist-height on adjustable legs.

The gagged superheroine began to struggle as soon as she was released, but Lex said, “Hush. You know that we know your slutty secrets. Be still and obedient and spread your legs, and no one else needs to find out.”

The Canary’s eyes widened, and then she went still, and reluctantly spread her legs. Diana had used her lasso to make her friend admit her most distressing secrets - and it turned out they included the fact that the Black Canary had been **** by Bane and enjoyed it, and had gone on to help Bane repeatedly **** a pretty civilian woman. She would do anything to prevent the superhero community - and the world at large - from finding out. Including be a sex-doll for Lex Luthor.

Luthor smiled, extracted his erect cock from his suit pants, and casually slid it into the Canary’s cunt. The Canary gasped, and moaned, and Lex began to slowly fuck her, as he looked around at the other assembled captives.

“Three more super-sluts,” he said approvingly. “You’ve done well, Wonder Whore. Tell me about them.”

Diana, still masturbating, went to the first of her captives. “Helena Bertinelli,” she said. “Known as the Huntress.” Helena was Catholic - a religion Diana never understood, for while Diana had met literal angels, she had never seen a sign of the reality of a Christian god the way that, for example, Zeus and Hera were unarguably real (and forever a source of frustration to her). But Helena’s religion mattered to her, and so Diana, ordered to display Helena degradingly, had made use of it.

Helena was tied naked to a cross, her long black hair unbound and spilling down over her shoulders and large breasts. Above her, but within her sight, was a blasphemous painting of a robed Jesus enjoying a passionate blowjob from a large-titted Mary Magdalene. Between her legs, a fucking machine was rhythmically pumping a dildo - itself shaped like Jesus - in and out of Helena’s cunt. The woman’s pussy was sopping wet. Diana had no idea what Helena was thinking about to keep herself aroused, but the fucking machine was designed so that if it found her pussy insufficiently lubricated, it would give her an electric shock to the cunt. It had only taken three or four such shocks for Helena to become wet - the woman’s self-control was amazing.

“Bertinelli?” asked Luthor. “Why do I know that name?”

“The Bertinelli Crime Family control much of the mob activity in Gotham City, sir,” said Diana. “Helena is a daughter of the family. She’s been using her connection to undermine them from the inside under the identity of the Huntress. She doesn’t approve of her family’s activities, sir.”

“And does she have any powers, slut?” asked Lex, still **** the Black Canary.

“Baseline mortal,” said Diana. “Capturing her was as simple as inviting her to a private meet-up, and then holding her down and **** her.” Diana shivered. Helena’s tongue had been very talented. Even under the hold of the lasso, the girl had sworn she’d never been a lesbian - that lesbianism was against the teachings of her church - but if so, then she was blessed with natural skill.

“And what illicit things does she want to keep secret?” asked Lex.

“She has daddy issues,” said Diana. “She masturbates weekly to the thought of getting exposed as the Huntress, dragged back before her father, and punished in very… sexual ways. Older men and men in authority generally get her excited - but she’s far too proud to admit it, or seek them out. She has some very explicit fantasies about being a whore to the Batman. But mostly, her most important secrets are non-sexual. She has a web of informants she uses to keep track of the crime families. If the Bertinellis knew about them, they’d kill them. She’ll do anything - even be a whore - to keep them safe.”

“Very well,” said Lex. “We’ll design her a new super-slut costume. Maybe something with a crucifix-shaped cut-out on the front, so that the arms of the cross expose each breast, and the bottom of it exposes her pussy. She can call herself the ‘Cuntress’ - I suppose. Crude, but hard to resist. Does that sound good, Helena? Make your answer sound convincing.”

Diana looked at the bound woman. She had already had to slap Helena several times to get the right attitude from her. She was prepared to do it again.

But Helena was too broken from hours of arousal and fucking to fight back. “Yes, sir,” she gasped. “I would love to wear that costume. I will be the Cuntress from now on.”

“Good bitch,” said Lex. “You can keep fighting your family, of course - but from now on you won’t be trying to take them down, but instead to put yourself in charge. I’d quite enjoy having the Bertinellis in my pocket. Oh, and I expect you to find a way to get your father to fuck you within the month, and you can start cockteasing Batman - whoever he really is - until he takes you as a sex-doll or loses all respect for you. Maybe both. Understand?”

Helena moaned, but said, “Yes, sir.”

“Starfire,” said Diana. “The Princess Koriand’r of Tamaran.”

The gorgeous alien woman was nude, every inch of her smooth orange skin on display. She had tossed her flaming red hair back, and her green eyes glowed defiantly, but neither could conceal the fact that she had steel shackles on her wrists and ankles and a steel collar - fitted with a power dampener - on her neck.

“Oh, I like her,” said Lex approvingly, reaching out to idly squeeze one of the Black Canary’s tits as he continued **** her. “What does she do?”

“Energy projection and flight, sir,” said Diana. “She actually spent much of her life as a sex **** following the conquest of her planet. She’s very experienced in how to please a man while he rapes her. Her biggest fear is being re-enslaved and turned back into a fuckdoll.”

Lex laughed. “Well, that’s a terrible shame,” he said. “I don’t think we need to send her back to the hero business. I have a little brothel where men will pay a lot of money to fuck an unwilling specimen like this, and I think we can keep her there 24/7. What secrets are we controlling her with?”

“Actually none, sir,” said Diana. “She’s shameless. She’s had a lot of sex, and a lot of fantasies, but she’s not at all embarrassed about any of it. She sees sex as natural, no matter how perverted, and she’s habitually honest.”

“How sickening,” said Lex. “So the only thing keeping her here is those shackles?”

“For now,” said Diana. “It took quite a fight to subdue her. I caught her while she was bathing. We wrestled naked. She discharged one of her energy blasts directly into my cunt. It was… quite an experience.” Her pussy was still tingling. Her orgasm from the pain and shock had been very embarrassing.

“For now?” asked Lex. “And what’s going to change?”

“Well,” said Diana, “the third woman I captured is Zatanna Zatara, one of this world’s pre-eminent sorcerers.”

Zatanna’s traditional costume was that of a stage magician or his pretty assistant - top hat, fishnet stockings, gloves, coat and tails, and white corset. In displaying Zatanna, Diana had opted for a stage magic theme.

The woman was naked, of course. She was less buxom than Helena or Koriand’r, but her lithe body was still sexy. Diana had bound her dark black hair into a ponytail, then chained her kneeling, legs spread, hands behind her back.

She had used clips and tape to painfully stretch Zatanna’s cunt lips open, showing her gaping pussy, and written the words “NOTHING UP MY CUNT” in pen on Zatanna’s belly. A cute rabbit-tail butt plug was stuffed in her ass. Her top hat was suspended upside-down from her tits, hanging from nipple clamps, and her mouth was held open by a ring gag. The gag made it impossible for Zatanna not to drool - drool that dripped down, into the top hat, pooling, and increasing the weight her tits were bearing with every drop. Her tongue was extended, and another large metal clamp was attached to it that stopped Zatanna retracting her tongue inside her mouth.

“Zatanna, it seems, has been a very naughty girl,” said Diana. “She’s been using her magic powers to satisfy her sexual needs with whoever she sees fit - and then erasing their memories of it afterwards. She’s fucked nearly every man and woman in the Justice League, and most of her personal acquaintances. It turns out she’s even **** me on no less than three occasions.” Diana shivered again at the discovery, which she knew should feel intensely violating, but had made her orgasm the second she heard it.

“And she’ll turn her powers to our use?” asked Lex. “What’s to stop her just mindwiping us as well?”

“When I **** her,” said Diana, “the first thing I did was gag her, so that she couldn’t speak - and she needs to speak to use her magic. Then I teased her cunt for hours - nearly a whole day. She was so **** to cum by the end that she would have done anything for an orgasm. I told her I’d let her cum if she cast a spell on herself to make her unable to disobey you or act against your interests, and verified with the lasso that she honestly intended to do so before I un-gagged her. She cast the spell - and now she’s your ****.”

“Very good, Wonder Whore!” said Lex, with genuine enthusiasm. “One moment, though.” He began to fuck Canary more roughly, and faster, until, with a grunt, he reached his orgasm, and ejaculated into her pussy. Then he pulled out and walked over to Diana, cock still exposed and with cum still dripping from the end.

“Kneel,” he said. Diana did, and Lex casually wiped his cock clean on her face, before sticking the end into her mouth for her to suck clean. Diana’s pussy grew even wetter at the combined taste of Lex’s sperm and the Canary’s cunt. When she was done licking it, he put his cock away and said, “Rise.” Diana obeyed.

“So she can make the Starfire bitch obey me?” asked Lex.

“Yes, sir,” said Diana. “She can make it so Starfire still knows and hates what’s happening to her, but can’t resist.”

“Excellent,” said Lex. “And she can deepen my hold on you, and on the Cuntress and on Rapebunny.”

“Most importantly,” said Diana, “she can give us the women that I may have had trouble subduing - Supergirl and Power Girl.”

Lex’s smile deepened. “Oh yes,” he said. “I like that. And then, with them…”

“We can conquer Themyscira,” said Diana. “And enslave and **** my mother, and my friends, and all my people….”

“Yes,” said Lex. He looked across at her dismissively. “You may cum now, bitch.”

“Thank you, sir!” moaned Diana, with genuine gratitude, and then, exactly as she had been instructed, she orgasmed….

(TO BE CONTINUED)