Diana Tells The Truth

Diana Tells The Truth, Part 1
Story by All These Roadworks (2022).

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Diana – Wonder Woman - was supposed to be the Ambassador to Man’s World – the perfect women, representing a perfect nation of strong, unbowed Amazons, bringing about a new world of equity and respect through strength, heroism and wisdom.

Except… she was a sexual being. She did have fantasies.

And maybe that wouldn’t have been such an issue, except that they were so *very* taboo in Themyscira. Diana’s mother, and everyone from her generation, still remembered in the dawn of time when Hercules had enslaved and repeatedly every last Amazon. There was no *way* that Diana could admit to having maybe a tiny bit of a kink for fantasies.

And she did have that kink. When people talked about the Amazons being enslaved, kept nude, and daily for decades, she knew she was supposed to treat it as an appalling atrocity. And she *did*… but she also got wet. Very wet. It sounded hot.

Which was all fine until she had an unfortunate accident with the evil businessman Lex Luthor. She’d been sneaking into LexCorp headquarters to find proof that the company was selling weapons to west African guerrilla groups – but she’d tripped an alarm, a concealed gun had discharged a sonic shockwave, and Diana had been momentarily thrown to the floor by the .

Luthor himself must have been in one of the adjacent rooms, because before she could get back on her feet, he was suddenly there, standing over her – and he had seized her Golden Lasso of Truth in one fist.

“Will you costumed vigilantes never leave an honest businessman alone?” he shouted at her, face red with fury. “What is it you WANT from me?”

Diana opened her mouth – but as she did so, with mounting horror she followed the line of her own lasso from Lex’s hand, down to where it was tangled…. around her own leg.

She tried to stop herself speaking, but the magic was inflexible. The lasso compelled truth – and now her eyes were rising back towards Lex. Towards his groin. Towards his cock.

“I want you to me,” she heard herself say. “I want you to make me your naked sex-pet , and humiliate and violate me.”

Lex’s eyes widened. “Really?” he said, a smile coming to his face. “And what else do you want, Wonder Bitch?”

“I want you to use your science on me,” she said. “Make my tits bigger. Make me stupid. Make me horny all the time. Make it so no-one will respect me. Make the ‘ambassador to Man’s World’ into a ridiculous sex cow. And then…” – she was speaking quickly, all her fantasies rushing out of her in one horrifying speech – “… I want to help you enslave my people. I want to see them all naked and in chains, like Hercules did to them all those years ago. I want to watch them fucked – watch them . I want to see you my mother, and hold her down for you while you cum inside her.”

She shook her leg, desperately, trying to get the lasso off her leg, but it wouldn’t come free. She rarely cried – but the terror and shame of what she was confessing to were overwhelming, and the consequences were no fantasy, but very real.

“And, Wonder Cunt,” said Lex, “what things do I need to do to make sure you remain my , and never escape me, and follow through on all the fantasies you’ve just confessed to?”

There was no option. She told him. All her weaknesses, all the powerful magical items she knew about, all the secrets of the superhero community. She talked and talked until eventually he grew bored, and took out his cock and plugged her mouth with it.

“Be a good bitch and suck,” he told her, “and I might leave some of these costumed buffoons whose secret identities you’ve just revealed in peace. Or at least, I might not tell them that it was you who betrayed them, or why.”

Diana obeyed. She knew she was going to have to learn to be a very good bitch indeed, from now on.

“I think the first thing we’ll do,” mused Lex, as he fucked the Amazon’s perfect mouth, “is see about increasing your pain sensitivity. All that tough damage-resistant Amazon skin is going to get in the way of me beating your tits until you cry. I think my company may have a that will do that – we’ll inject it directly into your tits. And then we’ll see about enlarging those whorish superhero fuckbags of yours. I’m torn between using plastic surgery – which will make them look delightfully fake – or applying a bovine growth hormone LexCorp is developing, which will make them swell up and produce milk…”

He laughed.

“Why not both?” he chuckled, and then ejaculated into Wonder Woman’s mouth….

(TO BE CONTINUED)