Taken care of as well

Turns out, when you have a super strong, totally submissive **** of a woman that not only doesn't mind, but encourages your total mistreatment of her, it's not hard to get by without money for a few days. Shortly after her first appearance, John finally convinced her to head back to his place. Not that they couldn't just crash from place to place by whoring Diana out, but it was taking a lot of time away from planning. Once settled back in his own tiny apartment and ensuring the state government he wasn't dead, he got to work on building her new civilian identity. She'd be known as Diana Prince. First, they needed some cash revenue, which meant Diana needed to take a job.

"I'm afraid I do not have many skills that can translate, mmm...into a career in this world..." Diana said after grunting a bit. Her master was on top of her, his cock covered in her juices, making it so easy for it to slide into her with each thrust. They were on his bed in his tiny apartment. He hoped to get everything furnished once she started working.

"This right here, you dumb bitch! You'd make a perfect porn star, they pay you to fuck! And the more you're willing to do, the more money you'll make! I'm, mmmm...I'm betting one porn shoot will give you enough money to take the rest of the week off!"

"But master, I've told you! My-MMMMmmm!...my body is for everyone's use without charge."

"And I've told you, you fucking cunt, that I'll just take the money and use it myself...just don't let anyone know that-MMMMM!!" He loved the feeling of releasing his cum deep into her warm snatch. Diana closed her eyes, thanking the Gods for this load of jizz, further proof that she was fulfilling her duty in life as a servant to man. She had learned a few things since coming here, such as there being many different ways to say that she was a servant. She was a cum rag, a whore, a worthless slut, a cum dumpster...all of these, in her mind, meant the same thing. Of course, having already accepted she was less then a man, none of these words or his **** of her bothered her in the slightest.

Diana was happy, and she wasn't about to hide it. Despite her more modest disguise, she still somehow got the attention of everyone in the diner. Her smile was infectious.

Ever since Diana started saving people from criminals as Wonder Woman, she longed to blend in with everyone else, even if the men she met in her life didn't immediately want to bend her over and take her. Her shining personality was winning anyone she met over. The only reason she wasn't allowing herself to serve was a direct order from her mentor and master, John. His plan did make sense, though. With millions of men in this city alone, she couldn't change society by fucking them all. It would take too long. She needed to find another way.

As Diana Prince, she was told by her master that she should dress...slightly conservative. Diana wasn't too sure at first why, but he explained it rather well. Being naked all the time would draw too much attention. Dressing like a slut who was asking for it was too obvious. This was the perfect mix. Even the most modest of clothing would have a hard time hiding her body. The sun dress she chose to wore for her interview showed off her beauty in a different way then usual. She looked like the girl next door...and according to John, nothing was hotter then finding out the perfect girl next door is actually a cum guzzling slut.

The interview was at a diner. Diana wasn't too sure what to do, John simply told her to go at get the job no matter what. She slid into the seat across from the producer, giving him the same smile she gave everyone else.

"Whoa, toots." The balding, middle aged producer said, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. "Are you sure it isn't your daughter I'm supposed to see? You don't seem like the...porn actress type. You look more like you got your life together."

"No, I don't have a daughter." Diana replied, not completely understanding the comment.

The producer chuckled to himself. She must have been from out of town. "The accent is cute, people will like that. it doesn't sound like your English is that broken either. Not from around here, huh?"

"No, I'm from..." She stopped herself for a moment. John had told her not to tell people about Paradise Island while in her civilian form. "I'm....from Greece."

"Hmmm, nice...yeah, now that you mention it, I can tell. What's your name?"

"Diana, Princess of...I mean, Prince. Diana Prince."

"Okay, Diana. Look, I don't like wasting time, I'm sure you don't either. This job may not be for you. You don't have any experience, which usually wouldn't be a problem, most women don't need lessons in laying back and taking it, but my website is pretty...intense, even for the average porn star. Unless you're willing to do absolutely anything-"

"I am!" Diana flared up with confidence. "Trust me, I'm willing to do anything!"

"So, anal?" The producer asked out front, hoping to scare this chick away so he could get back to work.

"Yes!" Diana said. "My m-....my boyfriend, he started fucking my other opening recently. It's a strange feeling, but he loves it..."

"Sure, you wouldn't be a freaky chick looking for this job if you weren't okay with that...deep throating?"

"My throat can handle as much cock as needed, sir." Diana said in a boastful term, as if she was bragging about how how many miles she could run at once.

"Public stuff? You know, being naked when other people are around."

"My boyfriend has had to hold me back from walking out of the apartment naked, it is something I have no issue with."

"Whoa, sounds like you're the freaky one in the relationship...show me your tit."

"My...what? Oh, you must mean one of my breasts." Diana said, lowering her sun dress enough to expose one of her c-cup mounds.

"Damn, maybe you do need to work on your english, but that's nice."

"Want to see the other?"

"No, no, I mean...I will eventually, but put it away, we might get in trouble here. Now, um...BDSM? Being tied up? Made to feel less then human?"

"These are...terms I'll need to learn, but let me assure you...I am perfectly all right with being less then human..." She hated having to act like she had the same rights as this surely honorable man, but it was part of the disguise.

"Well, if you need to learn, maybe you should ask your boyfriend..." Every answer, and her quick boob shot, suggested she was a perfect match for his website. Still, it didn't hurt to give it a try.

"Well, unfortunately, we don't have too many spaces right now, I'd love to have you, but I'd have to make one of the many, many women who have already interviewed with me very upset...unless you can...make it worth my while..."

Diana stared at him for a few seconds, confused as to what he meant.

"....Do you wish for a bribe? I don't have any money on me, my boyfriend handles that stuff..."

"What? No, I mean...you can have the job if you let me fuck you."

"Oh? Well, that doesn't sound too difficult."

"Wow, you're as big a slut as your boyfriend told me over the phone. Is there anything you won't do?"

"There is one thing. I'll do anything you want for this job, but I have to keep my glasses on at all times."

"That's the only stipulation? Done, we'll get the guys with glasses fetishes, too. Win win. Now let's go..."

Needles to say, after a trip to his place for a long night of fucking, she had her new job.