Wonder Woman begs...

Diana's eyes widen as she takes in the size of the cock before her. Could this be why the others had succumbed? The thought crosses her mind as she recalls the small dose of pleasure I'd already gifted her. She wonders if the others had felt more... much more, and if that was what had broken them. Perhaps he was right... perhaps he is blessed by the gods. And as a child of the gods, wasn't it Diana's duty to submit to their will? The heat washed over her body, making her moan even louder as her resistance faltered.

Wonder Woman nods, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrenders to the pleasure. "Yes... please... **** me." she whispers, her voice thick with need.

On the viewscreen of the nightclub, Diana could see the men giving out a cheer, clapping, and raising their fists in the air. I reach out, gripping the sides of her waist, holding Diana firm as I tease her with the head of my cock, large enough to rip her open. The cold metal restraint around her abdomen retracts as I caress her skin hungrily. "Again. Beg me to **** you, Wonder Woman."

Diana hears the restraint retracting, but makes no move to escape. Instead, she feels a rush of excitement at the sound of the crowd cheering for her.

She moans, her pussy soaking my cock with her glistening juices, her body responding to my touch. "Please... I'm not Wonder Woman... I'm a... a Wonder Whore. Please... **** me. I need it!" she pleads, her voice a mixture of shame and desire. "Let me serve you."