Wonder Woman's Confession

SANCTUARY – SESSION ONE – WONDER WOMAN (DIANA PRINCE)

Wonder Woman stares at the recording. She is sitting in her hero uniform with her arms crossed underneath her bust. It looks like she has been sitting a while, or perhaps has taken multiple tries to get to this point. Her face is stoic, but troubled, taking a few deep breaths before talking directly to the camera.

“We created Sanctuary together. Bruce, Clark, and I. The AI in this device is based on all of our collective best traits… my compassion runs through your digital veins, Sanctuary. Yet, even knowing that. I am still wary of confessing my sins.”

“I admit, when I heard of this place’s creation, I envisioned many heroes getting the chance to come talk to you about the horrors they’d witnessed. A safe space to talk about dueling with Darkseid, or Joker, or whoever they are troubled by.”

“But somewhere along the lines, the idea of you becoming a confessional wormed its way into all of our minds. We stationed Sanctuary far away from prying eyes. A shack in the middle of nowhere, with days allotted to each of us to say or do anything.”

“I believe the video data collected here today will be deleted. And even if Bruce is lying about that… I think I am fine with knowing one day, the truth of my existence may come out.”

“Because I need to confess my greatest sin.”

Slowly her wrist rises up, it is wrapped in the glowing lasso of truth.

“I am addicted to sex with mind control villains.”

The tape then holds upon this image of Diana sick with herself for several minutes. Not a pause, but clearly her lack of speech is only rectified after even further soul searching to continue.

“...excuse my long pauses. I am just struggling to get the words out…”

“It feels odd to talk about this. Obviously, to many, the loss of autonomy synonymous with hypnotists is often considered quite scary. A horrible experience that none of us wish to experience, yet almost every superhero I know has had it happen to them. And quite regularly too.”

“Bruce has many of his ‘contingencies’ for such events. The Kryptonite for Clark in his belt perhaps being the most infamous example, but any one of us could corrupt due to unforeseen circumstances.”

“We live in a very… chaotic world. A man will become a mass murderer from falling into a vat of acid, a woman will take on a curse to become part cheetah, anyone can find ultimate power falling into their laps.”

“Whenever I broach the subject of hypnotists with other heroines, they often call them the worst of the worst. Scum. Perverts. Gutter trash.”

“I acknowledge all of those labels.”

“And yet… I cannot stop throwing myself at them.”

Diana takes another few moments to compose herself.

“It began with Hypnota.”

“She came into my life at a time of great uncertainty. To set the scene before we met, I had not been off my island for long, and I was struggling to find my place in the strangeness of the man’s world. Many were looking to me for guidance and strength, and I tried to be their pillar as much as I could. Offering perhaps more than what I could offer, fighting for others, consoling them, wondering what my place in the world even looked like.”

“Then, a call to a stage. A woman had taken over the theatre. I thought myself stronger than any trick, but I… I was wrong.”

“All of the theatre adored her by the time I arrived, and I had assumed that whatever spell cast upon the crowd had already dissipated. But, Hypnota has an ability to release ‘blue hypnotic rays’ from her eyes and hands, and just confronting her had already sealed my fate.”

“Sometimes I don’t remember anything. Sometimes I watch it all through a glass wall as my body is controlled. And sometimes I just believe the controller so deeply that I practically become a different person.”

“Hypnota was the third one. When my body stood to attention, my mind became hers. The look she gave me… one of disbelief she was so lucky, and slight shame on my behalf. Like I should not have been so easy to control.”

“Back then I had a weakness to being tied up… a curse from Eris herself to strip me of my power if a man got the better of me. Perhaps that’s why I was so reckless when it came to fighting a woman?”

“I suppose it doesn’t matter. I became her bodyguard, reflexively protecting her from incoming bullets, or fighting other heroes to make sure she could rob banks in peace. My mind just wanted to please her. She would call me a good slave, and I’d thank her. I would thank my controller. From the bottom of my heart. As if I simply wished to just be acknowledged by her greatness.”

“The way she touched me after each successful bank heist. I don’t believe she was sapphic, but perhaps curious? I flexed for her, and she would gently rub my muscles in awe. Still wearing that look that said she was disappointed I was such an easy opponent.”

“I still think about her sometimes. And I wonder if she thinks about me.”

“She was defeated by Green Lantern, who managed to make a green rope to contain me long enough to stop me from protecting her.”

“Three days it took me to not feel so guilty about failing to protect her. I think with all the uncertainty in my life, the conceptual mental security of having one person to focus on, to let them control all your decisions and surrender to their will… that was undoubtedly the start.”

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SANCTUARY – SESSION TWO – WONDER WOMAN (DIANA PRINCE)

After pacing around the room a while, Diana returns to sit on the chair.

“The second was, technically, Cupid.”

“I was fighting a purse snatcher. A ragged man in torn clothes, trapped like a rat in an alleyway with so few options left. I pitied him, and offered to let him return the purse without further hassle. Yet his instincts were too fraught, attempting to stab me with a glass bottle.”

“My back was struck. Not with the glass, but by an arrow.”

“The love-addled trickster had decided to play a prank on me, piercing me with his arrow and making me fall in love with the first man I set my eyes upon.”

“The purse snatcher immediately looked like the most beautiful man in the world.”

“I loved him.”

“I adored him. I worshipped him. I picked him up and pinned him into a passionate kiss just to show my devotion to his very existence.”

“Maybe I can remember Cupid laughing at my behaviour, but the memory of the love I felt burning in my heart is too strong. Never since Steve Trevor had I felt such a beautiful feeling of mutual understanding and hope for the future. I hoped with all my heart that the purse snatcher loved me as I loved him.”

“His disheveled beard, his ochre eyes, his distinct odor, the way he grasped at my breasts after a minute of us making out, his soft gasps for air between wrestling tongues with him… I remember all of it so vividly. I also remember the exact size, shape, and taste of his penis sliding down my throat. Each thrust a declaration of our love for each other.”

“Then, just after I moaned out deeply upon swallowing his excessive amount of semen, the spell was over.”

“Cupid’s magic faded. And the beautiful emotion of love I’d felt moments ago vanished.”

“It was like he was my ex lover of fifteen years, panting on the floor with his pants down to his ankles. The love I felt had faded, but the desire for that love still persisted. I wanted to love him again. But without the magic keeping me there I flew away, scared of someone finding out what I had done.”

“I never found out his name, and never saw him again.”

“He was a victim of Cupid’s ‘prank’ same as I. The Gods are fickle and cruel. I suppose I should hate Cupid for what he did, but I also know I’m beyond hating any one hypnotist for their role in my mental fall.”

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SANCTUARY – SESSION THREE – WONDER WOMAN (DIANA PRINCE)

“Before I continue with my history, I want to reiterate why I perhaps succumbed to these feelings so often.”

“Despite the perfection that people think I represent, I am far from a flawed individual. Even beyond the obvious addiction, I have many flaws that I think feed into my own perverted desires.”

“Flaw number one: I have been described as having an inability to rest. My civilian life as Diana Prince the CEO was short lived. I could not survive holding back from saving others, going out and being a hero. How Clark and Bruce manage both heroism and their own jobs/wives, I’ll never know. There are incalculable numbers of people out there that need help, so I stay as the Amazonian Ambassador Wonder Woman most of my life.”

“So perhaps I view hypnosis as a chance to finally rest? Even if just as an excuse to rest my shoulders and not feel like I need to carry the world on them.”

“Similarly, flaw number two: A need to control the room. Mari complains about this flaw behind my back. I dominate. Too easily. I am open to discussion, but often find myself leading with my own ideas and ideals. Sometimes I cannot even handle other leaders when their decisions don’t match my own. And yet, when I am being forced to follow the will of another, I can’t deny the enjoyment of control loss.”

“Do I view autonomy as an obstruction? Was I meant only as a tool for war? Did Hera carve me as the first as a long line of Amazonian soldiers to fight with or against Ares?”

“Or was I just alone? The world puts me on a pedestal at the top. The League views me as untouchable. I wish to consider them friends, but they are work colleagues first and lacking in deeper bonds. No man nor woman ever considers themselves good enough to be my lover long term, and eventually become too intimidated or bored by me to stick around.”

“Could it really be as simple as just a want to be wanted? Maybe…”

Diana takes a few moments to think again. A look of anger mixed with disgust staining her face.

“Great Hera, I’m pathetic.”

“‘Oh, what if I just want to be loved and held?’ ‘Pity Diana, the overbearing bitch that her companions hate’.”

“None of that would matter if it weren’t for the real damn reason I’m here.”

She once more shows off her lasso of truth around her wrist.

“I’m here because I’m a dirty masochistic slut that loves sex.”

“And hypnotists are the fucking best at it.”

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SANCTUARY – SESSION FOUR – WONDER WOMAN (DIANA PRINCE)

“I had a string of ‘bad luck’ when it came to those types of villains around me when I was on patrol. Each of them chipping me down in ways I didn’t notice at the time as a foolish and prideful girl.”

“Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn were the first to have sex with me while I was under their spell. Ivy’s pheromones caught me while I was visiting Blüdhaven, and I was taken back to their hideout in a small botany shop.”

“Pleasing my two mistresses was so important to me at the time. I cursed my tongue for only being so long that I couldn’t stimulate Harleen’s cervix with its length. She rode my face, praising my ‘Dyke Island Tongue’, which pissed Ivy off enough to wrap her in vines for an hour. I spent that time chewing leaves, so to speak. Ivy’s nectar only reinforced her control over me, and I licked and lapped that woman as much as I could.”

“Harley kept taunting me. Calling me names. Accusing the great Wonder Woman of being an easy slut. She was right, but not for the reasons she thought.”

“My body was on fire throughout the entire encounter. I have been licked by a thousand women on Themyscira, yet the feeling of the two of them sharing in my body beat them all. Villains. Taking me. Using me. Trying to shape me into a tool for their lusts.”

“That’s the trick to hypnotists. They want you to feel good. They bask in the idea that you are being corrupted by them and enjoying the process throughout. An assault of pleasure to bend the unbendable will: mine.”

“I have learned many of their tricks throughout my failings.”

“Doctor Psycho was the first psychic to manipulate my mind. Catching me off guard and tying me up atop a roof somewhere, then warping my perception of reality to believe I needed to have sex with him in order to truly ‘defeat’ him.”

“He is a small creature, one with only an average sized penis. But he bent my mind to make me believe it was the largest, sexiest, and most alluring phallus I’d ever seen.”

“It probably didn’t even reach very far inside my large body, but the way it felt? Incredible. It took me no time at all to have my head rolling around in pleasure. It felt so huge. Like he was wrecking me for other men just by thrusting into me once. My cervix felt bullied, my body was on fire. I tried to verbally curse him, but it was too sultry and sweet. I’m sure he took it for compliments.”

“My altered perception made me feel like it was the best sex I’d ever had. And… it definitely was at the time? Sex is, ultimately, an experience. And warped as my recollection is, are my memories false for remembering nothing but the pleasure? The guttural moans and repeated orgasms Doctor Psycho thrust into me?”

“Psycho won the ‘sex battle’ between us, and I honorably allowed him to get away after he made me cum so many times. Only realising an hour later that sex battles weren’t a thing, and I’d been humiliated.”

“Perhaps he altered my perception forever then. Made me believe I love hypnotic sex. I have no way to confirm or deny it, other than my belief that I’ve always enjoyed it. Side note, I’m fairly certain he was the one who implanted triggers into me. I still flick my nipples anytime anyone says rhinoceros.”

Diana demonstrates, accompanied by a slight wince as her chest jiggles from the impact.

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SANCTUARY – SESSION FIVE – WONDER WOMAN (DIANA PRINCE)

“I’m sure if anyone is watching they have deduced why there are so many session breaks, but just to spell it out: I am masturbating between confessions. This topic is that demeaningly arousing to me that I need to go out of this room and pound my pussy senseless for a while.”

“To think I am supposed to be a paragon of truth. Wonder Woman. So many women look up to me… yet I am nothing more than a filthy-”

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SANCTUARY – SESSION SIX – WONDER WOMAN (DIANA PRINCE)

“As I said before, hypnotists just know how to make your body heat up. Aroused. They make you want it more than anything you’ve ever wanted before.”

“Have you ever had your body’s sensitivity turned up one hundred times?”

“The very fibers of your clothes become more intense than a thousand vibrators. Every part of your skin hammers your senses until you feel like you can barely breathe. Stripping becomes essential, yet even the cold wind can send chills down your spine greater than seeing a hideous cyclops.”

“Some could see it as a torture. But I’ve had too many pleasures thrust upon me during those periods to ever view it negatively.”

“A penis spreading my labial folds feels like a greater blow than that of Zeus’ thunder. I melt. My divine sculpted body becomes putty, writhing around, unable to focus on anything but the huge piece of meat spreading my insides out. Usually making me orgasm upon the first entry, exhausting me while they’ve barely started. And that’s without anything else being done to me, like sensitive areola being nibbled, twitching asshole being fingered, or divine mouth being silenced with sloppy kisses.”

“How could regular sex ever compare to something like that?”

She takes a breath. Probably to contemplate masturbation again, but deciding instead to plough on with this session a little longer.

“Each version of mind control feels a little different.”

“Spirals bring you deeper, brings your mind into a single point. Your focus becomes one with that swirling vortex, letting your controller whisper anything you want to fill in the gaps that get left behind. Orders become pleasure as your mind tries to look for the center of that eternal swirl.”

“Similarly, Technologic control reprograms you. It gives you a directive to follow. A binary to live by. Commands are instant... and somehow so rewarding. As if they give you a single purpose to make a zero into a one, and seeing that one whenever you are a good girl following orders... it makes me so happy.”

“Pheromones are warmth incarnate. Filling you with lust. Softening what once was hard and hardening what lies soft. It is akin to the deepest of love, through just the sweet smell of your master coursing through your nose.”

“Psychics. Possessions. Demons. Starro. Magic crystals. Phone applications. The eyes of a snake. Reality warping. Magic boomboxes. I’ve experienced them all.”

“Ultimately I think it is the humiliation that I crave. Being so strong and so loved by the world over, it is hard to be excited by those concepts in the bedroom. I believe that shame is my kink, which is apparently fairly common, but still perhaps not to the level I perform at. Shame. The look of pity upon the hypnotist’s face as I mentally fall to his swinging pendulum, the look of betrayal from my colleagues as I side with an enemy, and the feeling of utter glee on my master or mistress’ face as I give in to them completely. So many times this has happened, yet I revel in all of them in moments of respite.”

“I should explain some of the other sexual encounters I’ve had a bit more rapidly, or else I’ll never get through this.”

“I became Alice for The Mad Hatter. He is a lunatic who can control others through hats. All it took was for him to anonymously send me a new tiara in the mail, which I put on with no concern. I remember walking through my house like a robot, then letting him in with a smile. He gave me an Alice costume which I believed was the most beautiful dress I’d ever seen. As soon as it was on me, it was ripped off of me within five minutes before we fucked like rabbits. It all felt so… mad. The whole world. Yet in his arms, I felt safe. He lived with me for a week, where each day he’d give me my Alice costume and then rip, lovey dovey sex, sleep. With some minor breaks to eat between the mind numbing glorious rutting.”

“Henry Charles used the lasso of lies to make me think I was a 1950s housewife. I believe he got sick of me after he realised how much of a slut I was, even with those old timey ideals instilled in me.”

“Grodd. He is a mad ape that likes to use me as a bodyguard and a piece of art in Gorilla City. Most of them living there do not have feelings for human women, but still fondle my naked body as Grodd forces me to dance through the streets for him. His psychic powers make me share his will, keeping my mind its own, but making me think that dancing for him is what I wish to do. And in some ways, it is.”

“I’m… technically married to Lex Luthor. I barely know how he did it, only awakening me at the top of the church in a lewd white gown with a remote control in his hand. I was forced to say ‘I do’ in front of an entirely mind controlled Justice League, who all clapped at my defilement as Lex fucked hard me on the altar. He probably did it just to prove he could, as it was the only memory he let me keep, no one else remembers it at all. Though I still have a LL tattoo on my back that no one knows about.”

“The official published story of Maxwell Lord’s fate is that I killed him after he took control of Superman. In reality? He made Superman fall asleep, then took control of me. His powers cause strain on his mind, more than he realised as I rode his dick over and over again. When we passed out together in bliss as master/slave, he didn’t wake back up.”

“Mister Mxyzptlk once lent his infinite powers to a pervert to see what the young buck would do with them. Turned all of Themyscira into a strip club only for him. I was queen slut, and spent two years worshipping him before Mister Mxyzptlk got bored and reverted the changes.”

“Mad Mod. He is true to his namesake, making me a ‘British Slag’ for him using only black and white spirals. After sapping part of my youth and making himself a young man, I truly believed I was raised in London and was his willing whore. Bending over and spreading my ‘fanny’ after a particularly electric Beatles concert.”

“Brother Blood makes a ceremony of it all. Puts you in a room full of cult members. Washes your hair. Gives you new makeup. Never realising I was already into it before it was too late, and the Titans had rescued me before anything happened.”

“There was the time I was controlled by the black lantern ring. Nekron whispered in my ear the whole time. Telling me to attack my friends. To fight on the side of death incarnate. I was saved by a pink lantern ring. Fighting on the side of love. The ring seeked me out in the final moments of that dark night. Perhaps it was because of my love of all things… but deep down, I fear it was because I loved being controlled by Nekron so much…”

“Starro’s hive feels oddly peaceful. Like you are one of many, all working towards the same goal. We have defeated him a few times, yet almost every time one of his spores ‘happens’ to capture me. He also once made a bunch of us heroes have sex with each other, just to experience how we Earthlings copulate. Barry’s speed makes him quite the pleasurable sexual partner.”

“Toyman made me believe I was his onahole doll. I became obsessed with squeezing his cum out of his penis. It was my only goal in that altered version of life, my one purpose. His Wonder Woman onahole that practically never left his penis alone for the two weeks he owned me before throwing me away.”

“The Joker…”

There is an extra pause as she seems extra troubled by this one.

“There was a rumour about a new strand of his special gas. The ones in the canisters.”

“Usually they, as I’ve heard Batgirl describe it, ‘Jokerify’ someone. Not control, just a bleaching of skin and an uncontrollable smile.”

“But he had apparently mixed a weaker version of the gas with a heaping of Poison Ivy’s pheromones. The rumour was that he wanted to control members of the senate in Washington to pass ridiculous laws into place.”

“I tried not to be excited when confronting him, I really did.”

“I managed to track Joker down to a warehouse. When I arrived, things were strange. Not in the usual Joker strange way that is his normal, in fact the mundanity of it all was what struck me the most.”

“It was just a mostly empty warehouse he was sitting in. Some gas canisters nearby, a chair and table for him, and a single light hung from above to illuminate his stationary body.”

“Charging in, I tried to stealthily strike him from behind. The trickster had no honour, so I decided to show him none in return.”

“But he turned. A flower on his chest sprayed me with a green gas that stopped my attack from landing. I inhaled a huge amount of it, and not on purpose, just out of confusion.”

“He looked at me so gleefully. I knew I had been the real goal all along.”

“I was his newest toy…”

“All he did was tell me to strip.”

“The pheromones were surely inside me. I… I felt a desire to do as he said. So I did it.”

“I stripped for him. Right there in the warehouse. My armour, tiara, bracelets, underwear. Naked in front of the Joker, full of his green gas that he’d sprayed. He followed suit, revealing a lanky white body, scarred from years of beatings and batarangs, yet healthy enough to sport a sizable snow white erection for me.”

“Joker told me to bend over the table, so I did.”

“He bound my wrists with the lasso of truth behind my back, then asked me where I wanted him to shove his cock. I was forced to be honest, and the idea of Batman’s greatest enemy filling me with his rancid seed was too great a pull to ignore. I begged him to fuck my pussy, though I would have been happy if he took me in any hole.”

“I still remember the feeling of utter humiliation as Joker’s cock fucked me. I threw my ass back at him just hard enough to not hurt my master.”

“I was offering my complete submission… but I realised he was always asked me what I wanted to do. Which hole I wanted it in. Where to spray his cum. If I wanted to kiss him or not. I assumed he just liked the idea of my lasso of truth compelling his victim to be honest…”

“By morning, I was sexually fulfilled. Cuddling with him. Reveling in all that shame at being the Joker’s bitch…”

“Then he laughed.”

“He laughed and laughed, until it looked like it hurt him.”

“Then he said he was going back to Gotham.”

“I asked what he wanted from me.”

“He told me: ‘Why should I care? Surely no one could control Wonder Woman with just some harmless green coloured smoke’.”

“My eyes went wide.”

“His smile went wider.”

“Then he left me there.”

“I asked Batman to check it later. It really was nothing. No Ivy pheromones. No Joker toxin. Nothing.”

“I had done all of that under the assumption I was mind controlled, when I wasn’t.”

“I assume he found out about my fetish through Harley, or Ivy, or even Hatter and planned the rumour accordingly. Yet he never even told anyone about our warehouse tryst. I suppose that’s the ultimate joke. He could have ruined me, but instead we shared a night of passion completely by choice, and he would forever look at me like a piece of ass he tricked into fucking.”

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SANCTUARY – SESSION SEVEN – WONDER WOMAN (DIANA PRINCE)

“I don’t think anyone else in the league knows about me. Though I’m sure they have suspicions.”

“Zatanna once put on a stage show for us.”

“Asked if there were any volunteers to be hypnotised. Ollie said I should do it, since I have a ‘resistance’. I’m not sure if he was aiming for humiliating me, or Zatanna, but after a wave of agreements from other members I stepped up.”

“She made me go as stiff as a board, then act like a chicken, then dance around for her sexily. It was all harmless tasks to make me look a little foolish. Humanise me.”

“Then she noticed how much liquid was beginning to pool behind my star spangled panties.”

“The look of horror she gave me, but as a professional she kept the show going. Summoned a bucket of water to drench me after getting me to be a mime for a few seconds.”

“I know she did it to cover my arousal, but she never called me out on it.”

“Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one in the league who feels this way about hypnotists, or if the others all harbour similar feelings of lustful enjoyment. That maybe everyone feels it, but is too scared to admit lest their feelings be rejected, like me. I can’t be the only one who finds sex at a hundred times sensitivity to be the most pleasurable experience, can I?”

“I try to keep an eye out for subtle reactions. Raven does seem to twitch slightly at mentions of Mad Mod. Fire and Ice seem to have a soft spot for Mento. And Power Girl has mentioned Desporo’s name a few times. But it’s never enough to talk to them about it in private.”

“Maybe one day I’ll find the courage.”

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SANCTUARY – SESSION EIGHT – WONDER WOMAN (DIANA PRINCE)

“That is about the extent of my admission.”

“I am a slut for hypnotic sex. ‘Wonder Whore’ as Harleen once called me. Maybe one day I’ll simply find a master that won’t be defeated within a month of owning me. A nice man with psychic powers to bend me to his will. Or someone will take over Themyscira again, and at least I’ll be with my fellow Amazons as we worship our King.”

“Knowing the luck of the League, you will soon be a distant memory, Sanctuary. I’m afraid I can envision a world where some tragedy befalls this place, and you will be erased as a mistake, along with all the footage you have gathered.”

“So one last admission before I leave this place forever.”

“There is a rumour that I am resistant to mind control. That hypnosis doesn’t work on my Amazon brain as much as regular humans.”

“I made that rumour up.”

“Just to make sure hypnotists try really hard to control me, and others feel extra shame when I fail.”

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“Hey, I think she’s done.”

“Holy. That was crazy work.”

“Yeah, seriously… why did we make her do that again?”

“What?”

“You know… convince her that the hypnotic screen was a therapy box and she needed to confess to it.”

“Well, we know that there is a ‘Clark’ and a ‘Bruce’ in the league now.”

“Yeah? So, what, Green Lantern is Australian? Who cares?”

“Look, it was hot. Wonder Woman’s a freak, stop nitpicking.”

“Fine… guess we better go give her what she wants, eh?”

“That’s the spirit!”