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Chapter 8 by zedar zedar

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Coming to Blows

For a moment, it feels like you're pushing on a statue -- even when not actively trying to resist, Wonder Woman's strength so vastly exceeds yours that any attempt to push her is completely ineffectual. But as soon as she realizes what you're doing, she willingly drops to her knees.

"Mmmm, yes Sir," she purrs, reaching up to your waistband.

"Stop," you command. You grab her hair and pull her head back. "Did I tell you to do that?" you demand.

"No, Sir," Wonder Woman replies meekly. "I'm sorry." She pouts prettily and gives you doe eyes.

After a moment you release her hair, satisfied with her obedience. "Let me hear you beg for it," you order.

Still on her knees, Wonder Woman clutches her hands before her in a pleading gesture. Her arms pressing against her chest push her breasts upward, enhancing her already-impressive cleavage. No doubt this is intentional. "Please, Sir, give me the honor of sucking your... your cock," she says. Her hesitation before speaking the word brings you a flicker of amusement -- her prudishness makes it hard for her to say it, but apparently won't prevent her from doing it.

You wait for her to continue, but that appears to be it. "You can do better than that," you order.

She blinks rapidly, probably trying to gin up some tears. "Please, Sir, give me purpose," she begs. "I know I'm just a worthless cunt, but if you let me suck you, that'll give my life some meaning. I know this is all I'll ever be good for. I'm just here to be your fucktoy. No matter how many lives I save or villains I foil, none of it's as important as being your, uh... dongholster."

Your lips quirk in amusement at the word dongholster. "You don't have much practice with dirty talk, do you, Wonder Whore?" you say teasingly. She starts to stammer a response but you wave it off. "Never mind. I guess that's good enough." You lower your pants, freeing your erection.

Wonder Woman parts her lips in apparent fascination, her gaze fixed on your cock. "It's... gorgeous," she whispers. Slowly, gingerly, she leans forward and plants a kiss on the head. You let out a small hiss at finally feeling her moist lips make contact.

"Go on, take it down," you order her. Obediently, she parts her lips and lets your cockhead slip past them.

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