Diana Bound. Diana Cooperative. Diana Deflowered. Diana Transformed

I watched her. Other than her nudity, she looked a lot like she did that night she was half-crazed from Poison Ivy's attack. However, this time she was composed. Eyes closed, skin flushed, but her bearing still proud. Her head wasn't bowed, though her eyes were still closed.

I stood, stepping aside, and picked up the golden lasso. Kneeling next to her, I began to wrap it around her body. As I said once before, I used to have a girlfriend into bondage, including Japanese rope binding. I knew what I was doing, as I wrapped it around her body, under her breasts and then over the top, around her neck but slack so it couldn't **** her even if she strained. Around her thighs, so she couldn't extend her legs. Around her waist. I bound her arms behind her body, and had her clasp her hands before I bound them too.

And she shivered, her flesh goosebumping again, and moaned softly the more I bound her. She'd admitted before that she liked the feeling of the ropes. And I knew from what else she said that the idea of being bound -- of having her choice tangibly stripped away -- was erotic for her. She was Wonder Woman, whether I stripped her of her identity or not, and part of her would always resist compromising that if it could. By binding her -- especially with this rope, which compelled truth from her -- I could liberate that part of her mind.

At the end, I looked at her. She seemed even more nude than before, though the gold of the lariat glittered all over her body. "Diana," I said softly, standing in front of her.

Her eyes slowly opened, and she looked up at me. She was nervous, I could tell. But I also saw something else in her eyes, and her expression. Defiance, yes -- her will wasn't broken. Nor was I trying to break it. But also desire. Lust.

Hunger.

I began to slowly undress, unbuttoning the cuffs of my deep red dress shirt, then untucking it and working on my pants. She watched me bare my legs, then slowly undo the front of my shirt. She was breathing a touch faster as I slipped it off. I don't pretend to be in the kind of shape the men in her life normally are, but I'm not _un_attractive, and given the situation she liked what she saw. She might have tried to hide it, but the lasso wouldn't have let her. Like I said, the one time she bound me in it, I'd just felt the concept of deception -- of holding things back -- just vanish completely. So it was for Diana, now. And the truth was, she wanted this.

She wanted me.

If you think for one moment having Wonder Woman want you isn't the biggest ego rush on the planet, you're nuts.

Finally, trying hard not to tremble myself -- I admit it, I was nervous as Hell -- I slid off my boxers and stood upright.

She looked me up and down, her eyes slightly hooded. She swallowed. "What happens now?" she asked.

I walked over to her. Leaning, I traced her hair -- our earlier play had messed it up, and it looked wild now -- like the mane of a lion. I encouraged her to shift, and felt her rise off the floor almost unconsciously. Having had some experience with bondage, I knew that no matter how intense it might be, it was often just awkward as you planned and arranged the bound partner. You have no idea how much easier it is with a woman who can fly. I moved back to the couch, and sat down, Diana between my legs again -- but this time facing me.

I could see the nervousness and fear warring with the hunger and lust in her face, more clearly now than before. Everything we'd done up until that point she'd allowed to happen to her. She'd allowed me to touch her at the door. She'd allowed me to strip her and then bring her to an intense orgasm. She'd allowed me to kiss her, to touch her, and to bind her.

But she knew what she had to do next... and it meant crossing a line for her. It meant becoming an active participant.

It meant surrendering more of her innocence.

I leaned back, and waited. Expectantly. Of course, I wanted her to take this next step without direct prompting, and I wasn't sure that would happen....

The seconds ticked by... and then slowly... ever so slowly... she leaned forward. I felt her lips brush against my penis, felt them part, and felt her tongue touch it. And then I felt her slide her mouth over the head of it, drawing it in, teasing it slightly.

It was amazing. I shivered -- I couldn't help myself -- and she looked up, meeting my eyes. I held her gaze for a long moment... until she closed her eyes again, and slowly drew more of the shaft in. Taking her time. Getting used to this new thing. Surrendering innocence to this new experience.

She gagged slightly, then adjusted. I thought I'd have to guide her, but she either had done some reading or was just naturally talented. She was, after all, superhuman. And then I felt the length of it slide in, and she sucked gently, mming softly.

I half-closed my eyes as she began to bob her head, bringing her tongue back into play. I wanted to close them all the way and relish the feeling, but I also wanted to see every moment of this. It was intense and electric. I can't tell you how long it lasted -- save that it couldn't have been that long, given how erotic it felt and how much I'd dreamed of it before that night. What surprised me most was how much Diana seemed to enjoy it -- like having taken that step had broken through her resistance and let her relish being a sexual being.

Or maybe I'm nuts -- I have to admit I wasn't being impartial. Wonder Woman was sucking me off, and it felt amazing, and if I'm getting the details wrong after the fact it's because my mind was being blown.

Finally, I moaned out a warning. There was no holding back. Diana slid herself back about halfway up the shaft and sucked, and I exploded. It felt like my legs would shatter from the intensity of it.

Slowly... ever so slowly... my breath came back. I had softened by now, at least somewhat, but Diana was still using her tongue on it. It was extra-sensitive, the way such things were after climax, so I touched my fingers to her face and leaned her back.

She looked up at me, and very slowly arched an eyebrow. Not defeated. Not docile.

Not finished.

"Do you want something to drink?" I asked, slightly horsely.

"Something else, you mean?" She said, her lips quirking into a smile.

I nodded, smiling myself. "Some water, maybe--"

"Not water," she said. Her smile grew, her eyes growing somewhere between defiant and naughty. "The scotch."

I smiled at that, and leaned down to pick my almost untouched glass off the floor. I shifted next to her, and lifted it to her lips this time. "Sip," I said. "And hold it in your mouth. Feel the burn, then swallow."

She did, closing her eyes after sipping -- still more than I expected. She held and then swallowed, and then shivered.

"How do you feel?" I asked, knowing she couldn't hold anything back.

"Thrilled. Scared. Excited." She opened her eyes. "Very excited."

The words put a shiver down my spine, and I felt myself growing hard again, despite the intensity of what we'd just done. "You said you didn't feel ready, before."

"I don't feel ready," she said. "That doesn't mean I'm not excited, Tom."

"Horny," I said softly.

"Excuse me?"

"The word is 'horny.' Well, one of the words."

"I've heard the word. It seems... crass."

"It is. It's crass, it's vulgar, and it's informal. We've tasted each other's genitals and each other's orgasms, Diana. At the very least, we can be crass, vulgar and informal with each other. Are you horny, Diana?"

She looked up at me, smiling again. Feeling wicked, perhaps. "Yes," she said, her voice lowered a touch. "I'm horny."

"Good." I slid off the couch, encouraging Diana to slide back onto her back with a gasp.

The way she was tied up meant that she was lying on her hands, which wouldn't be incredibly comfortable for most people but given her durability I expected she wouldn't care. Certainly, she responded to me hungrily running my hands over her skin, her breath growing fast and ragged as I took her breast into my mouth again. And of course, with her legs bound so that her knees were fully bent, she had to let them fall open to permit my closeness.

Which meant she was spread wide.

I leaned up, looking her up and down. Seeing the glisten along the folds of her vulva, the neatly trimmed hair above it. Seeing her breasts, the golden ropes above and below them, pillowing to the sides as only large, natural breasts could. Seeing her hair spread back behind her and over her head, like black fire.

Seeing her eyes. Her fear. Her hunger.

I moved over her, shifting my weight onto my arms on either side of her. She felt me position, touching myself to her.

Diana's breath caught, her eyes on mine.

I pressed down. I pressed in. I slid hilt-deep in a single thrust, feeling her hot, wetness yield to and accept me, gripping me tightly as I took her. Her eyes grew wide as she accepted, and I felt her hips push up to meet me. Not just being taken -- offering. Giving.

I was a little surprised I hadn't found resistance -- I knew she was a virgin from questioning her before (assuming she hadn't taken some other lover since then, and honestly the way the rest of the night had gone I doubted that), and I'll admit I'd wondered if I'd have a problem with stretching a nigh-unbreakable hymen. But there hadn't been anything like that.

I held for a long moment, letting her acclimate. Letting myself acclimate too -- despite having just come, I could have shot off again the moment I thrust into her if I didn't take it easy. Then, after a long moment I began to move. Slowly at first, then faster. Her hips moved to meet me, and I felt her body moving as well -- pulling at the bonds that held her tightly, reacting to the sensations that tore through her body. "...Hera..." she swore, her eyes half closed. I sped up and she swore again, and then again, until a quiet litany of greco-roman deities issued from her mouth as I thrust down into her. Faster I went -- driving down and in, meeting her -- holding on lest this super strong goddess hurl me off or crush me in her passion.

With a scream, I felt her vagina spasm around me and she came -- long and hard. I held inside her, pressing down atop her and looking at her closed eyes as she cried out with it.

Finally she began to relax again--

And I thrust in and out, causing her eyes to fly open and a new cry to escape her lips. I kissed her fiercely as I drove down, and she moaned in my mouth as her body spasmed and another orgasm built and released. I thrust through this one, leading a third to trigger before the second could end, and then a stream of orgasms as she bucked against me, her body writhing with passions and endorphins and feelings that she'd never felt, until finally I drove hard, unable to hold back a second longer, and came hard, her body receiving my seed hungrily.

I've never felt anything like that... cascade of orgasm. It wasn't like other girlfriends -- even the ones prone to multiple orgasms. To have them chain like that... and to feel it and to come inside her...

Well. I might have passed out for a moment or two. Either way, I gradually became aware of her kissing the side of my face. I turned to look at her. There were damp trails from her eyes, but she didn't look sad. She looked....

Well, she looked happy.