How Do You Solve A Problem like Diana?

“Restraints?” repeated Wonder Woman, standing in the center of the newly designated treatment room. The guardians had put it together under Tina’s instructions. It was one of the smaller labs converted into a rather comfortable treatment chamber, reminiscent of the ones you used back on Earth. There were two sleek chairs in the middle, a white metal table against the wall carrying a pitcher of water and some cups, a shelf holding some flat cushions next to that. It was cozy in its sterile way.

“Your self control can be... lacking... when the addiction takes over,” Tina explained to her frowning patient. Zatanna stood behind her, arms folded. “John was left a little bruised last time. From your enthusiasm.” This turned Wonder Woman’s attention to you and the pained expression on her face made your heart ache.

“I am so deeply sorry, John,” she said, holding your hands. You knew your cheeks were flushing and tried to shrug your way back into nonchalance.

“I’m okay, really,” you assured her.

“No… Tina is right. It will be safer for everyone if I am restrained,” she agreed. She gave Doctor McGee a determined nod. “How should we do this?” It was time for her dose.

Doctor McGee opened a drawer in the wall and produced a pair of handcuffs. That is, they were shackles made of 3 inch thick alloy rings with a complex and most importantly strong locking mechanism with glowing blue lights around the rim.

“These are high grade-”

Wonder Woman snapped the cuffs with her hands, the tech inside making popping, fizzling sounds before whirring sadly into silence. McGee sighed as Diana handed the destroyed device back to her. “We have stronger ones than this,” she said, frowning. “I thought we would do some testing and work our way up. Or maybe Zatanna could enchant something.”

“Nothing will be stronger than this,” said the hero, unhitching something at her hip. That something was a coiled length of golden rope. McGee tried and failed to not be shocked. She was handed the lasso and for the first time you saw the doctor look… lost.

“Diana… are you absolutely sure about this?” she had to ask, still eyeing the magical artifact in her hand. Wonder Woman put her wrists together in front of her like criminal turning herself in, bracers gleaming.

“Of course. I trust you all,” she said, smiling. You were getting warm, and your erection, already halfway there as soon as you had stepped into the room, finished firming up the rest of the way.

“We should start then,” you said, putting on your donor pants, which was metaphorical since in the literal sense you were loosening your actual pants. Doctor McGee was hesitant.

“Yes but… I’m not sure exactly how to…” she began, making motions to uncoil some of the glimmering rope but unfamiliar with knots.

“I can do it,” Zatanna cut in. With every one’s eyes on her, the magician simply shrugged. “I do a lot of rope work in my act.” You couldn’t help but flash to an image in your head of the sensual sorceress being trussed up on a stage. She wasn’t completely costumed in your imagination. The real Zatanna brushed past you, giving you a smile so knowing it had you wondering if she could read minds. She took the lasso from a partially frozen Doctor McGee.

“Uh… right. Thank you, Zatanna,” said the doctor, watching the sorceress move behind Wonder Woman.

“Arms back, Diana. You’ll have less leverage this way… you’ll be more restricted,” Zatanna explained, tapping the Amazon’s wide shoulders. And Diana did as she was told, pulling her hands behind her. There was a straightforward, almost clinical manner to the whole process, but watching it was making your dick strain in its flimsy confines.

You weren’t familiar with the finer details of bondage and observing what Zatanna did as she worked didn’t exactly educate you. But you did feel somewhat more enlightened. She folded Wonder Woman’s forearms over each other so they were horizontal against her back. The golden rope was looped around and long her arms, starting from just below the elbow, where her bracers didn’t cover her skin, all the way down to her wrists. It looked simple enough, in fact whatever knots Zatanna tied were neat and short and aside from the extra length of the end of the lasso was a very neat and aesthetically pleasing configuration. It almost looked like the tall hero was wearing one big golden bracer now. Then Zatanna gently pushed a most willing Wonder Woman onto her knees and handed you the other end of the leash. The Lasso of Truth glowed in your grasp. Diana looked up at you now, her cheeks already rosy, her eyes clouded with lust.

“She’s all yours, doc,” said the grinning magician.

For the first time you felt… real power. Your skin tingled as your grip on the lasso tightened and you noticed how Wonder Woman’s breathing changed.

“Th-thanks,” you managed, Zatanna returning a nod to you while Doctor McGee had suddenly become rather unreadable. That didn’t seem to matter. Nothing else mattered right now. You had a job to do. You moved over to a chair and the Justice League founder followed. It was just as well it wasn’t a long walk, because you weren’t sure how much of a bound Wonder Woman crawling after you on her knees you could handle. When you sat down you almost immediately got up again, though you only held yourself above the seat just enough to pull your pants down with one hand. The other you kept a firm grip on the lasso. It felt warm in your palm. You sat.

Wonder Woman exhaled seeing your erection, as if relieved. She had already shuffled as close to you as she could, settling between your knees rather comfortably, even with her arms behind her back. She licked her lips, eyeing your cock hungrily, and the moment hung in the air until you realised she was waiting for you. Waiting for your permission. “Go ahead,” you said, a lot sterner than you meant to but it felt right. She licked her lips again, then leaned forward and planted a long kiss on the head of your almost trembling penis. Her lips felt like a brand. The heat. The wet. Her breath washed over you and she moved down your shaft, pressing you with her mouth along the way.

You had the presence of mind to look up and see that the two other beautiful brunettes in your life were watching with interest. McGee had found a tablet to shield herself behind, only taking cursory glances at what was happening while she convincingly concentrated on whatever data points she was assessing on her screen. Zatanna was more openly enjoying the show, her arms crossed, a smirk on her face. They both kept what might possibly be considered a respectable distance between you and Wonder Woman, but really, everybody had already seen everything before so the unspoken thing remained in the air. The Princess of Themyscira sucked cock like a pro and everyone wanted to watch her work.

Diana started to lick you then, moving on to her second stage of cock worship. She started with your balls, lapping at them, her tongue wide and her motion patient. The sweaty flavour was savoured and you shivered at how she bathed you with her spit. Without her hands she tried to compensate by rubbing her face into your dick, rolling to and fro. She was humming as she snuffled against your crotch. Murmuring. Your ears picked up her breathy gasps and whispers.

“Are you saying something?” you couldn’t help asking. You became conscious of the lasso you still grasped. Or rather, it seemed to be conscious of you. It was a sticky idea.

“Yes…” Diana sighed. “I’m… begging…”

“What?” You were confused and you needed explanation. The lasso glowed in your hand at the thought.

She looked up, the heroine's eyes glassy, her chin damp. “I want you to make me beg,” she said. She tried to get a hold of herself and swallowed. “I want you to… John I want you to… instruct me.”

“You want me to… tell you to suck my cock?”

The smile that spread on her lips was magical. She didn’t speak then, she just nodded happily.

Your was heart thumping, but you somehow remained calm on the surface. You could see the truth in her eyes. “Suck my cock, Diana,” you commanded.

“Yes!” she gasped, lunging forward as best as she could with her arms bound behind her back. She took your tip into her open mouth and slurped you in, engulfing you with her hungry warmth. Her head bobbed at an even, shaft caressing pace, the pressure of her tongue and her suction sending waves of bliss up your body. She was so eager to please and made it so obvious she enjoyed pleasuring you.

“Is this what you like?” you asked, falling into your role easily, to your surprise. Her blue eyes sparkled and she murmured assent around her mouthful of cock. “You like sucking my cock don’t you?” Her response was muffled but quite clearly a 'yes'.

Tina would let you do this. She understood the process, being the a scientist in the same field as you. The more turned on the donor the better, usually. It made extraction more efficient. A patient should be delivered their dose as quickly as humanly possible. This was, in some of the more **** cases, pretty standard procedure. You had to do your duty. You grabbed onto the back Wonder Woman’s head with your free hand, grasping her hair by the roots and, without needing much strength, pulled her back. She let your cock fall out of her open, drooling mouth, eyes ablaze. “Do you like this?”

“I… love this!” she answered quickly, the lasso glowing. “I love sucking your cock, John… I love it!” Even though you knew this was caused by her addiction, you couldn’t help your ego swelling.

“What do you want?” you demanded. You teased.

“I want to suck your cock! I want to make you cum! Please!” she cried desperately, so loud it stunned you. In the moment she seemed to catch herself and a heavy silence fell over the room. Her demeanour shifted, a calm wafting over her. She leaned forward, slipping out of your grip as she went back to coveting your throbbing erection.

The lasso was a wiry beam of golden light now, twisted around your hand and leashing the Amazon to you. You had to wonder now… how exactly did this magical weapon work? Was it just speaking truth to her affliction or did she really- “I want you to… call me names,” she said, kissing and licking you again like she had at the start of the session. “I want you to use me like the Cyprian daughter I have become...” More kisses. You had no idea what she was talking about but she almost sounded ashamed for a moment. “No. It is what I am. What I have always been inside... a woman in yearning... **** to my carnal desire... " She express her desire wetly along your shaft. "Incomplete until I finally had your cock... a nymph that has finally found her Apollo...” She licked up to the tip then took you past her lips again. The nymphomaniac worked your glans inside her mouth for several intense seconds then popped you out with a… pop. Her eyes blazed. “I want to be fucked.” She had to envelope your cock into her mouth once more, as if wanting to seal the burst damn of confession spilling forth from her now. Her silence only lasted a few more sloppy, cock sucking moments. “I want you to fuck me with this magnificent cock John…” she breathed, her lips still against you as she made that strained admission. “I wished so badly that you had been fucking me instead of Cheetah that day… ohh… I masturbated all night to that memory…”

The lasso felt hot in your hand now but you didn’t dare let go. Didn’t dare loosen your grip even the slightest. You were made to squeeze onto the rope tighter in fact as Wonder Woman’s lust overcame her and she swallowed your cock again. This time she rammed you down her throat, forcing you as deep as you would go as she fucked you with her skull. It was like she no longer needed air. She only needed cock. She only needed your cum.

“Fuck!” you groaned, unable to withstand anymore of this beautiful insanity. Heat surged through your groin. You felt it rush up from your balls, bulge your shaft, then erupt into her throat. Wonder Woman kept her head down, her nose pressed against you. Pulse after pulse you let loose your hot cum into the addict’s hole. She gulped each thick, throbbing shot down. You could hear it as much as feel it. Each bolt sent electricity sizzling to your toes and your fingers. Your fingers hurt with how tight the lasso had become as you pulled it taut.

When you had no more left to give, Wonder Woman kept throatful hold of you for a few more seconds for good measure. Then slowly she raised her head and your cock came free with a wet slap onto your stomach, finally allowed to start drooping to one side, also very slowly. Your eyelids felt heavy but you watched Wonder Woman watching you. Her face was pink, perhaps from embarrassment, perhaps from nearly suffocating herself on your cock. Either way it was the most lovely shade of pink you had ever seen.

“Well… that was intense,” Zatanna said. She had knelt down behind the warrior and was starting to untie the bindings on her arms. You let go of the lasso when you felt the slightest tug. Wonder Woman’s shoulders seemed to relax, but her gaze remained fixed on your face.

It took only a few seconds for it all to be undone, and you did up your own pants and stood at the same time as Wonder Woman. Doctor McGee spun around and almost ran out the door, but you heard her just before she disappeared.

“Remember to follow the schedule,” she called out before vanishing. Zatanna gave the lasso back to its owner then looked to you.

“I’m not afraid to admit that… that was hot as fuck,” she said, as if consoling her fellow Justice Leaguer in an odd way. “I need a cold shower. Or a hot one.” She winked at you then also turned to leave. “I’m looking forward to my next dose.”

And then it was only you and Wonder Woman in the room and the whole time she hadn’t stopped watching you. You put on a smile.

“It’s okay, Diana. I understa-”

“I meant what I said, Doctor,” she cut in, not letting you finish. “The lasso it…” Her eyes finally fell away from yours and she had to collect herself. “The lasso made me speak my true thoughts. I am not ashamed of that. This disease is powerful but… I know myself.” She looked up at you again, steely gazed. “I know what I want.”

A second felt like centuries, and several eons must have passed, yet in all of that time you couldn’t form a single coherent thought. Wonder Woman’s smile was soft. “I know it is a lot,” she conceded. “I understand your hesitation.” Was there hesitation? Were you crazy? “I only know my feelings on this and I’ve shared them. I think we will have time to figure this out.”

At this point you could only nod and whether it was because she felt sorry for you or had secretly changed her mind, Wonder Woman accepted your wordless response. “I suppose we can talk on this again. After you’ve rested. Thank you, John.”

And then she left too.

You needed to sit down. Luckily there were two chairs in the treatment chamber.