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And hot on the heels from our last Tale from the Dark One, we have here a story that returns to the familiar format: Wonder Woman going solo, and getting in way over her head.
This story has always appealed to a large amount of my fetishes (dominatrixes, boot worship, tons of girl-on-girl), and remains one of my favorites today. Especially the ending scene.
Enjoy.
Fists of Fury
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Fists of Fury
By Pigboy
Diana Prince hesitated at the door. It was sheathed in black leather with silver studs. Her team waited impatiently behind her, hands on holstered pistols. They were all very nervous. The denizens of The Downs did not like authority figures - especially not the police. Diana and her team were technically not police, but as government agents they did have the right to arrest. And they were there to arrest the owner of the club, Club Depraved - a woman who who called herself Fury, or Mistress Fury.
"Okay, boys and girls, it's show time," Diana said, and pushed the door open.
The IADC team rushed in. Diana had a good idea where Fury would be at that time. The first two agents behind Diana took down the bouncers at the door. The rest followed her through the raucous crowd. Everyone around them was wearing leather or latex - some very skimpy costumes, too. Almost a third were on their knees, being sexually molested by other patrons. In contrast, the IADC agents were all wearing jeans and t-shirts, and bulletproof vests. They stood out like sore thumbs.
Diana was disgusted by what she saw around her.
I'll enjoy shutting down this establishment, she thought, smiling smugly.
The federal government would seize the club after Fury was arrested that night. It was the penalty for treason - one of the many charges for selling government secrets. Fury was a known prostitute and dominatrix, who used sex and drugs to get secrets out of her government clients and then sell them to foreign powers. She even had a lucrative blackmail business, forcing government employees to steal secret documents and such for her to sell to America's enemies and rivals.
And then, Diana saw her. Fury was dressed in full dominatrix mode - all black leather. From top to bottom, she wore a black leather bustier with silver studs and tight black pants stuffed into thigh boots with five-inch stilettos. She accessorized with dog color and opera gloves.
Fury was in the back, next to a table full of men. She was laughing and joking with them. A pretty blonde, no older than twenty, lay spread-eagle atop that table with her short skirt up around her waist. Fury was idly toying with the blonde's twat, giving every impression of a lesson in sexual depravity.
"Federal agents, everyone drop to the floor!" Diana called. "Fury, stop in the name of the law. You are under arrest for selling national secrets and blackmail."
"Oh fuck," Fury said. She struck a pose - hands on well-rounded hips and most of her weight on her back leg, while her front foot started tapping the floor in annoyance. She was tall and redheaded, with large silicone breasts and slim body. "Free drinks for anyone helping to take these stupid fuckers down!"
Diana and her team froze. They'd never expected the patrons to become involved. Surely they wouldn't. But they were in The Downs, the most notorious, most depraved red-light district on the East Coast, if not the country. Even the police were afraid to go in without major backup, and when they had it, it was still damn hard to get them to go in. They had categorically refused to help Diana's team that night, and had strongly advised them against going in after someone as rich and popular as Fury.
"Wahoo!" some man cried, and the crowd lunged at the startled IADC agents.
Some blonde bimbo in a black leather bikini and thigh boots kicked Diana just below the bulletproof jacket, doubling up the raven-haired beauty. Diana felt as much as heard her fellow IADC agents being grabbed from all sides. The six-man, five-woman team of federal agents didn't have a chance. Within seconds, Diana heard two of the women screaming, and the sound of ripping clothes.
"Show them all a HORRIBLY good time, my fiendish friends," Fury called, then laughed.
Diana felt a dozen hands seize her all over - hair, arms, legs, BREASTS. The bulletproof jacket was first to go, followed immediately by her red t-shirt. Then she was lifted up in the air to ride an ocean of grasping hands, wearing only her jeans, boots, and bra. She felt herself being moved toward Fury and the blackmailing traitor's inner circle.
"Let me take a look at her, boys," Fury said.
Diana was pulled down to the floor. Two burly goons immediately seized her arms, holding her tightly between them. She struggled valiantly, but couldn't break free. Then Fury stepped up before her.
"My, don't we look delicious," she said, caressing Diana's tousled black hair. "What's your name, little girl?"
"I am IADC agent Diana Prince," Diana growled. "It is a federal crime to assault a federal agent. I demand you release me and my team immediately, or else."
"Or else? Or else what? You'll stamp your little foot and flash your sapphire eyes at me again?" Fury said, grinning. She looked Diana over with appreciative blue eyes. A look of hunger spread across her beautiful face as she slowly licked her lips. "I think the or else is Or else I'll be helpless to stop you from fucking the bloody shit out of me all night long."
Diana froze. Horrified.
"No. Y-you can't," she said, locking eyes with Fury. Fury's black-gloved hand reached out, seized Diana's bra between those enormous tits, and ripped it off. All around her, Diana saw men and women freeze at the sight of her bouncing tits, looks of awe and hunger spreading across their faces. "Stop! This is wrong."
Fury cupped Diana's perfect tits, marveling at their size, shape, and fullness. Diana writhed and struggled, feeling her tits bouncing all over the place. But she didn't care about that. She had to escape long enough to Change into Wonder Woman, or her whole team was doomed.
"Take her upstairs, boys," Fury said. "Then we'll have some fun."
Diana was dragged kicking and screaming up the stairs. Once along the way, she glanced back over her bare shoulder, and saw a disheartening sight. All the women of her IADC team had been stripped and tied spread-eagle atop tables. Men and women were already gang-banging them senseless. The IADC men were all just gone.
Fury's goons took Diana to a back room on the club's second floor. It was a sex room. A bondage room. Diana was thrown atop and strapped down in a strange, convoluted-looking, chair-like device. Her shapely rump was sitting atop a small metal seat, with a strap around her narrow waist to hold her in place. Then they strapped her wrists up and to the sides. After that, her legs were spread wide and her ankles strapped down. Her shapely, semi-nude body was left very vulnerable to exploitation.
Fury watched from five feet away as the two goons then cut off Diana's tight jeans and panties. Diana felt her face burning in shame and humiliation. Never had she endured such an indignity. She was an Amazon Princess, not some slattern, some two-bit whore to be used and abused.
"You will pay dearly for this outrage, Fury," Diana cried as one of the goons started fingering her pussy. "You will all pay."
To her further shame, Diana realized that her pussy was already wet. The men laughed and crowed happily to find her so well-lubed, and so fast, too. They considered that proof positive that she was enjoying herself, and really WANTED it.
"Johnny, go have all the club's bouncers line up at the door," Fury said. "I think this arrogant bitch who foolishly led her hapless people into this club and so stupidly attacked us should be taught a lesson in humility." Fury locked eyes with Diana and smiled cruelly. "There are ten bouncers working in the club right now, counting Johnny and Charlie here."
One of the bouncers - Johnny - left with a big shit-eating grin. The other - Charlie - moved up between Diana's indecently spread legs and dropped his pants. Fury left her spot and circled around behind the helpless woman. Then, Fury reached around Diana's body and cupped both breasts gently, before giving them a hard squeeze. Then she began rolling the nipples between her gloved fingers, making Diana jump and yelp. Very quickly, Diana felt the first twinges of erotic pleasure stirring in her exposed loins. Soon, her body was overheated and sweating, a liquid fire burning her from inside out.
Despite what Fury was doing to her, Diana only had eyes for Charlie. He kept fingering her cunt the whole time, while his huge cock grew larger and harder with every second. Diana couldn't believe a man could possess such a monster cock. It had to be ten inches if it was an inch. The sight of it left her breathless and wide-eyed.
"Alright Charlie, I want you to start her out right," Fury said, caressing Diana's huge left tit. "Fuck her hard and fast. Shock and awe, my sweet pet. Show her shock and awe."
Charlie took his cock in hand and guided it to Diana's glistening cunt lips. Diana just froze, aghast. He pushed past the lips of her sensitive cunt, penetrating the vagina within. It felt like he was ripping her apart as his huge dick spread her sex wider and wider.
"It's too big!"
"Oh, he's not the biggest," Fury cooed in her ear. "Just relax and enjoy. Relax and enjoy, Sweetmeat, because it's going to be a long, hard night for you." She looked at Charlie's cock again and grinned. "Very long and very hard."
Diana looked down the length of her shapely body, seeing just three thick inches of cock inside her. It felt like ten. She dreaded to find out what the whole ten inches would feel like, but she knew she would learn that very soon.
"Uuugghhh," Diana grunted, feeling Charlie thrust in hard, driving a good five inches more into her. "This is so wrong, in so many ways."
"Feels good," Charlie said, his voice deep and gravelly.
"Go for it, Charlie," Fury said. "Take this meddlesome bitch home."
Charlie pulled almost completely out. That return stroke was almost as maddening as the thrust in had been. Diana gasped, back arched and fingers clutching at thin air. Then Charlie did as Fury had commanded, and started fucking her hard, fast, and deeper and deeper with each thrust. Very soon, he was all the way inside her, and his pumping was tireless. That liquid heat deep in her belly was so intense. She didn't think she could take it much longer.
Straining at her bonds, the wild-eyed Diana stared all around the room. There was no escape. Then Fury began to caress her tits again. The beautiful IADC agent discovered her nipples were now rock-hard, erect and hypersensitive. Every time Fury's fingers touched or stroked a nipple, Diana's body jerked, and a tiny gasp escaped those full, red lips.
"Oh, please," Diana begged. "Please stop. I... can't take.... this... much... longer."
"Then just let go," Fury whispered in her ear. "Let go, and I'll let you go."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Oooohhhhh," Diana groaned as she stopped fighting the erotic sensations coursing throughout her body. The door opened and a line of huge, fierce-eyed bouncers came in. Those hard, merciless eyes fell on her, and tiny smiles spread across those bouncers' fierce faces. There was no salvation there. Then the erotic heat searing her soul passed that point of no return, and a climax exploded deep in her belly. "Uughh-aaaaaaaaiiiiiieeee!"
"Ah, that's a good little girl," Fury said, and then twisted Diana's nipples until the helpless beauty screamed in agony. "I love the sound of pain and pleasure."
Moments later, Charlie's cock spewed jizz deep into her belly. He pulled out, and walked around to her head. Fury forced Diana to lick and suck Charlie's dick clean as the next man mounted the IADC agent. The second man lost his cum before Diana had finished cleaning Charlie, and before she'd climaxed. But she was very aroused when the third bouncer mounted her, and then rode her to three major climaxes.
Diana didn't know how long it took for all ten bouncers to gang-bang her, but it was very late when they'd finished. She relaxed, it being the first time in hours that a man wasn't inside her pussy and/or mouth. The undercover Amazon Princess thought her long ordeal was finally over.
"My turn," Fury said sultrily as she walked up between Diana's obscenely spread legs. "By the way, Sweetmeat, have you ever heard of the 'Fists of Fury?'"
"What? Fists?" Diana said groggily, shaking her head to clear the exhaustion and sexual daze. "Never heard of... wait, isn't that a Bruce Lee movie, or something?"
"Well, yes, I do believe it is, but that isn't what I'm talking about," Fury said, starting to take off her right glove.
Diana felt her blood run cold as Fury began to finger-fuck her with two fingers. That proved easy enough, so the dominatrix went to three fingers right away. The Amazing Amazon just watched those fingers, now coated with her love juices and the leaking cum from her just-ended gang bang. There was no resistance to Fury's insidious intrusion.
"Ooohhh," Diana cried. "Mercy!"
"No mercy," Fury cried, and increased the number of fingers to four. She pushed her hand in so far that only her extended thumb stopped further penetration. "Loose as a goose."
Then Fury curled her thumb into her palm, and pushed with all her might. Her whole hand vanished up Diana's vagina with a squishing sound.
"Uuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Diana cried, every muscle tensed. That liquid heat was burning her alive. "Oh! Oh! Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Oh, do you like that?"
"Oh, you..... oh! OH!," Diana cried, bucking helplessly. "Oh, you're killing me!"
"No, Sweetmeat, I'm RUINING you for mere men," the dominatrix laughed. "Once I'm through with you, it'll take a baseball bat to satisfy you."
Fury soon had her whole hand past the wrist up Diana's cunt. So she curled her fingers up into a fist, and went to town. She worked the beautiful IADC agent over like she'd never worked a woman over before. She made sure Diana fully understood what the term "fists of Fury" meant. The beautiful, black-haired IADC agent threw back her head and screamed and screamed and screamed.
# # #
"Oh, my aching loins," Diana groaned, starting to come around. Try as she might, she just couldn't bring her knees together due to intense pain. Indirect sunlight stabbed at her eyes. "Where am I? What happened to me?"
She looked around through hooded eyes, still exhausted and aching all over, especially between her legs. The next thing she noticed was that she was completely nude. She was coated in fragrant oils, and something very sticky.
"Blessed Hera," she gasped, remembering what had happened. "Where am I?"
She was in an alley. The buildings towering over her were high-rises, so she wasn't in The Downs anymore.
Diana weakly staggered to her feet, and staggered bowlegged for the closest door. She had to get to a phone and call Steve back at the IADC. He needed to know of her failure, and of the evil things Fury had done to her and her team.
"This hasn't ended between us, Fury," Diana muttered, blue eyes fiery. "Next time, though, it will be a fully super powered Wonder Woman you face."
# # #
Wonder Woman strode down the street purposefully. The streetwalkers, pimps, and pushers parted like the Red Sea. No one wanted to face the Amazing Amazon during normal conditions, but now she looked really pissed. So the filth of the Earth scattered before her wrath as she headed toward Club Depraved.
"Time to put that leather-bound predator out of business," the super heroine muttered as she approached the leather-sheathed door.
Wonder Woman paused at the door. She touched her golden tiara and then the golden Girdle of Hippolyte that bestowed super human powers upon her. Her tits were perfect within the red satin bustier with the golden decorations, and the star-spangled, blue shorts were snug and perfectly fit. So she kicked the door open with her stiletto-heeled red boots and rushed inside.
The patrons all froze, staring at the seething super heroine before them. She saw fear in their eyes. She could smell their fear. And she liked it.
"Freeze!" Wonder Woman commanded. "Nobody move. I'm looking for Fury."
"Get her!" Fury called from the back. "Kill her!"
A black-clad bouncer charged her. It was Johnny. The one with the biggest cock. The man who'd finally made her cry like a baby the previous night, and then beg for more. Oh, and how she'd begged.
Wonder Woman snarled a curse and charged him. He took a wild swing at her face that she easily ducked. The Amazon punched him in the belly, doubling him up. Then she placed a stiletto-heeled boot at the small of his back and kicked him straight into the next bouncer charging in. A swift kick sent that man to la-la land as well.
"Not such big men now, are you?" she snarled, and kicked Johnny in the ass once.
A patron in black leather pants and no shirt stepped out of the crowd to her right rear, and kicked her in the lower back. Wonder Woman was hurled over the two downed bouncers, to land at the feet of the next one coming in.
He promptly kicked her in the head.
Dazed, Wonder Woman felt herself being lifted up. A fourth bouncer stepped up, and punched her in the gut.
"Oofff!"
"Don't like it when you're the one getting beaten, do you Wonder Tits?" Charlie snarled, and punched her again.
"Ugh!"
Then he sent a right cross to her face, followed by a left. Then a third, more powerful punch to the gut.
"Ugh! Uuuhhhhh," Wonder Woman groaned, sagging in the arms of the bouncer holding her from behind. "Hera!"
"Ain't no mythological Greek goddess going to save you, Wondie," Charlie sneered, as he punched her again.
"Uugghh!" she cried. The bouncer holding Wonder Woman released her, and Wonder Woman fell to her knees before Charlie. He placed a booted foot on her chest, and kicked her onto her back. "Oohhh."
"Let's have a look at the Wonder Pussy," Charlie said to the crowd that was cheering him on. So he reached down, seized her star-spangled blue shorts, and pulled them straight down her long, shapely legs. "Yeow, momma! Bikini-waxed and ready to party pussy galore!"
Wonder Woman lay on her back, legs cocked and knees spread wide. She was dazed and still hurting from the previous night, as well as the thrashing she'd just received, but knew enough to know that Charlie was getting a splendid view of her most intimate spot. It was intentional, because she desperately needed time to recover. What Charlie didn't understand was that her Amazon body healed at an extraordinary rate.
"Hey, boss, we caught ourselves a genuine super he -- Ughh!"
Wonder Woman glared up at Charlie, her right foot planted hard and firm in his crotch. The big, burly bouncer looked down at her in shock, then dropped to his knees. A second kick from her left foot put him down for the count. A second later, Wonder Woman was on her feet and sending a brutal roundhouse into the other bouncer's head.
"Four down, six to go," Wonder Woman said, looking around at the wary patrons. "Come to mamma, boys. Time to take your medicine."
"Medicine?" one asked, stepping out of the crowd. Two more bouncers followed, all looking confident and surly.
"Yes, I know all about the incident with the IADC team last night," Wonder Woman said. She was pleased to see their eyes widen slightly. "That's right. For one, I know that each of you took a turn gang-banging Diana Prince. For that alone you will pay dearly." She gave them a baleful look. "Would you like me to list your other crimes, what you did to the other agents captured last night?"
No one took it as hard as she had, but they'd all been soundly fucked and left unconscious in back alleys. And to add insult to injury, somewhere along the line, someone had taken pictures. She didn't recall a photographer, but she knew that countless photos of her ravishment were already up on multiple websites.
The bouncers nodded and smiled grimly, then began cracking their knuckles.
"Men," she breathed and frowned.
Wonder Woman moved into a super heroine stance. With her head held high, she put her fists on her well-rounded hips and spread her booted feet shoulder-width apart. The three bouncers, and all the patrons she saw, all dropped their eyes to her exposed loins.
"Foul, depraved miscreants," she growled, remembering that she'd lost her shorts and suddenly feeling self-conscious.
And that was their cue. All three men charged her at the same time. Wonder Woman kicked out at their feet, forcing them to jump back. She grabbed the middle bouncer by the front of his black shirt, and hurled him headfirst into the wall. He collapsed bonelessly at her booted feet.
"That was fun," she said, turning to face the other two. "Now who is next?"
Her opponents split apart, going to opposite sides of the Amazon Avenger. She considered that tactic for a second, and then smiled as she removed her golden lasso. Aside from that one little setback, she was starting to have fun.
Righteous vengeance does feel good, Wonder Woman thought.
Wonder Woman loosened the lasso, and then looked from bouncer to bouncer, judging who would move first. Both looked wary, but moved confidently. So she lunged at one, seized his arm, and yanked him back and straight into the other bouncer.
They pounded together meatily. She didn't hesitate. Wonder Woman lassoed them both at once, and tightened the lasso snugly.
"Listen and obey, miscreants," the curvaceous crimefighter said. "When I release you, you will both start binding the wrists of the men I've already defeated. When the police arrive, you will confess all of your crimes and surrender peacefully."
"Yes, Mistress," they said as one.
"Mistress? Eeks! You two have been working here too long," Wonder Woman said, and removed the golden lasso.
Without hesitation, the two burly bouncers went to and started tying up their unconscious cohorts in crime. The sexy Amazon smiled smugly and turned toward the back of the club. The patrons and staff who'd witnessed her using the lasso all backed up a few steps.
Seven down, three to go before I can finally deal with Fury, she thought.
"Fury! I see you cowering back there," Wonder Woman called, starting toward the back of Club Depraved.
Mistress Fury was looking like a deer caught in headlights. Three of her bouncers stood between the super heroine and the dominatrix traitor. Then Fury turned and hurried up the stairs. Her bouncers followed her up, but moved a bit more slowly as if to show that they weren't scared of Wonder Woman.
"You can run, but you can't hide, Fury!"
Glancing down, the super heroine spotted her discard shorts. Wonder Woman hesitated. She'd once again totally forgotten that she was bottomless. She bent over and reached for them, and a patron promptly kicked her between the legs, right smack in her pussy. It was a woman, because Wonder Woman felt a pointy-toed shoe smash her hypersensitive clit, sending a horrendous jolt of pain shooting through her body. Super strength or not, that was more than any woman could handle.
"Ugh," she groaned, dropping to her knees. Both hands immediately cupped her injured genitalia and rubbed at the piercing pain. Then someone reached out of the crowd and snatched up her shorts. "Come back with my shorts."
"Leave Fury alone, Wonder Bitch," a red leather-clad dominatrix cried. "Come on everyone, we can take her!"
She stepped out of the crowd and tried to kick the Amazing Amazon in the face, but Wonder Woman caught her booted foot. Rising to her feet, Wonder Woman sent three swift kicks into the dominatrix's groin, putting the would-be challenger down for the night.
While she was distracted with the dominatrix, a nude man in nothing but a collar charged her from behind. He plowed into her back, sending her flying into the eager hands of the crowd.
"Let go of me," Wonder Woman commanded as a dozen hands grabbed at her curvaceous body.
Her long, black hair was grabbed from behind, and her head jerked back suddenly. Then a wild-eyed man leapt forward and punched her in the throat.
"Ugghh," the Amazon Princess cried, dropping to her knees again and clutching her injured throat.
THUNK! THUNK! SLAP! THUNK!
Feet and fists and palms rained on the hapless Amazon. She'd known the crowd was depraved, wicked, but she'd never believed they would turn on her. Turn on Wonder Woman, the epitome of super heroines.
"Stop," she groaned. Even her Amazon body was having a hard time keeping up with the abuse. She felt someone reach around her throat, and feared strangulation. But instead, a leather collar was buckled. "You don't... Ugh."
Frantic, she powered herself to her booted feet and started kicking in all directions. The leather- and latex-clad patrons started falling back, not used to such violence, to such unadulterated physical power.
"NO ONE COLLARS WONDER WOMAN!" the super heroine raged, blue eyes blazing as she reached up with both hands and RIPPED the collar apart and off her throat. "I am an Amazon Princess, not some sick sex toy to use and abuse. The next person that touches me will have his arms ripped out of the sockets and my foot up his ass so far he'll have to lick the shit off them."
The crowd backed up, wary and frightened. But they didn't break and run, like she'd expected. The denizens of The Downs were getting braver and braver of late. She would have to consider that later, and come up with a plan to clean out the cesspit of humanity for once and all time.
But first, she had Fury and her goons to beat into submission and arrest.
"If Fury escaped while you distracted me, I will take out my anger on your sorry hides," she growled as she strode purposely toward the stairs. They gawked at her fearfully, but still didn't run. She realized with a start they expected her to be defeated by Fury. How? she wondered. The craven dominatrix didn't even have the guts to stay and fight. "I suggest you take this opportunity to RUN."
"I'd rather stay to watch Fury lead you back down on a leash and collar, Wonder Ass," a deep-voiced man called from deep within the crowd. "After all these years, we deserve to watch your final fall as our reward."
The crowded murmured their agreement.
Wonder Woman stopped at the bottom of the stairs, to turn and look the now-surly crowd over. Fear had turned to anger again. She wondered what it would take to strike fear in a Downs crowd now. After she dealt with Fury, she'd come back down and teach them a lesson in fear.
"I'll give you the reward you deserve when I come back down, miscreants."
The way they hooted and hollered joyfully wiped away any doubts she had as to whether they deserved complete and thorough ass-whippings. And she was just the woman to administer those thrashings.
Putting the crowd out of her mind for now, the gorgeous, semi-nude Amazon Princess looked up the stairs. One bouncer waited at the top, looking menacing and formidable. She smiled, eyes narrowed to slits as she started slowly up the stairs. The patrons crowded in below to watch the coming battle, bloodlust in their eyes.
"You don't stand a chance against me, boy," Wonder Woman said. "Surrender, and I promise not to hurt you."
"Better yet, drop to your knees and suck me off, Wonder Twat, and I promise not to hurt YOU too badly," he said with a savage grin. "By the by, love your new costume."
Wonder Woman suddenly charged up the stairs. The bouncer stepped down, timing his right cross carefully. So she stopped as suddenly as she charged, just shy of the bouncer's reach. He was so intent on timing his blow, he swung before realizing she'd stopped. The bouncer's big fist smashed a hole in the wall a good foot in front of Wonder Woman's face.
The brutal swing left the bouncer slightly off-balance. She didn't hesitate. Wonder Woman grabbed his upper arm and jerked. He tried to compensate, but couldn't stop his long fall down the stairs. But, to her surprise, he caught hold of her left ankle on his way down.
"Yikes!" she cried, pulled off her booted feet.
Wonder Woman fell tits-first, landing on her legendary rack. The bouncer continued tumbling down the stairs, but she managed to catch herself halfway down. Glancing down, she saw that the bouncer wasn't out - just a bit battered. She couldn't have him behind her, surprising her at the most inopportune moment. So she slowly rose to her booted feet and started back down the stairs.
The bouncer pawed his way back to his feet. He was only a bit unsteady. She knew he was still dangerous.
"Come to daddy, Wonder Twat," he growled, waving her down. "You're not so tough. These civilians almost took you down."
Blue eyes flashing, Wonder Woman waved him back so she could step out on the floor, in the open. He obliged, grinning like a fool.
"You want to fight me one-on-one?" she said, incredulous. "What kind of fool are you? I'm ten times stronger than you. I'm a super heroine, and you are just some two-bit bouncer in a sleazy sex club. I'll eat you alive, boy."
"You'll eat my dick first," he said, and took a swing at her.
Wonder Woman easily blocked his punch, and then rabbit-punched him. He fell back, cursing. She followed, smiling smugly. She remembered him from the night before. He'd been the first to ass-fuck her. He was also a titty slapper. Her face suddenly burned in shame as she remembered what he'd done to her, as Diana Prince. Her heart pounded wildly as every indignity, every insult, every THRUST of their putrid cocks slamming home came back to her in that instant.
The sexy super heroine was so absorbed in her reverie, she didn't notice the crowd closing slowly around them, coming up even faster behind her. The bouncer did, though, and kept distracting her.
"I want to titty fuck you, too," he said, leering at her titanic tits. "Then I'm gonna slap them big, juicy titties fire engine red!"
"Vile bastard!"
Infuriated, Wonder Woman only had eyes for him. She wanted -- no, she NEEDED -- to punish him for what he did to her the previous night. So she stepped forward, reaching for his throat.
Zzzziiippppp!
"Huh?" she grunted, a look of shock on her drop-dead gorgeous face.
Before the zipper was halfway down, the Amazon Princess knew exactly what was happening. She also knew that she was off-balance and couldn't do a thing about it. Seconds later, she felt her red satin bustier being pulled away from her torso.
"Oops, looks like someone had a costume malfunction," he crowed. The bouncer then reached out and grabbed the loosened bustier, and jerked it away. "Wahoo! Look at the tits on you!"
Horrified, Wonder Woman instinctively crossed her arms over her naked breasts. She gawked at her red bustier, with the shining, golden decorations, being tossed by the bouncer to the eager crowd. Then, as his hand released the bustier to sail away, it formed up in a big fist and he stepped towards her, fist flying straight at her face.
"Uuugghhh!" the super heroine cried as her head snapped back and her feet flew off the floor.
His blow was so hard that Wonder Woman literally did a flip and landed face-down on the floor, arms and legs spread-eagle. The crowd proceeded to close on her and start kicking. Not a square inch of her luscious body was spared a thorough thumping. Within minutes, the mighty Wonder Woman lay unconscious at their feet.
"Tie her up good, boys and girls," the bouncer commanded as he reached down and removed the heroine's golden belt.
If there was one thing that the staff and patrons of Club Depraved possessed, it was serviceable restraints. So Wonder Woman was pulled to her knees. First thing, a wide black stained-steel collar was fastened around her neck. From that hung chains that dropped down a short ways to steel cuffs. The cuffs were locked onto her wrists, after her Amazonium bracelets had been removed. Another chain was then wrapped tightly around her narrow waist, to which the cuffs were also locked on each side of her body, double chained, thus holding her hands motionless at her sides where they couldn't reach anything to unfasten. They also ensured that she didn't have the leverage necessary to break free.
"Looking good," the bouncer said. Then he turned to a redhead in a leather bikini. "Go up and let Mistress Fury know that Wonder Woman is chained and contained, and ready to be TAMED."
The crowd cheered with that pronouncement.
"Ooooo," Wonder Woman groaned, starting to come around slowly.
"Quickly, finish her up," one of the patrons said.
They took another short chain, fastened it to the front of the chain around her waist, and ran it down between her legs, making sure that it went through her moist slit. Then they snugged it up tight, and locked it to the waist chain in the back.
"Aayyyyy," Wonder Woman cried softly. "W-what...?"
Finally, as the sound of Fury's stilettos began descending the stairs, they wrapped thick black straps around her thighs and calves, binding the two sections of her long, shapely legs together. Wonder Woman was effectively BOUND into a kneeling position. So, with the Amazing Amazon super heroine securely bound and helpless, the bouncer stepped up and slapped her repeatedly, waking her up.
Wonder Woman needed a few brief seconds to come to her senses. When she did, she wished that she was still unconscious. It was worse than the night before. As Diana, she'd never been bound up so insidiously, so KINKILY. She immediately felt her juices beginning to flow in her abused pussy.
Unadulterated terror gripped the helpless heroine. She struggled mightily, but soon gave up in exhaustion, panting and wild-eyed beneath tousled black hair. Blue eyes full of fear looked up through her dark locks, looked up at the gloating bouncer grinning victoriously before her.
Then she heard the tap-tapping of Fury's spike-heeled boots. Coming down the stairs.
Fury locked flashing blue eyes on Wonder Woman the instant she emerged from the dark stairwell. A wickedly delightful smile spread across her beautiful face. Wonder Woman stared at the dominatrix open-mouthed, eyes wide and disbelieving. Not two nights in a row! Then her eyes dropped to Fury's gloved hands, tonight gloved in black latex, and she remembered those hands, those FISTS up her cunt, pounding her into submission and utter defeat.
Despite herself, Wonder Woman made pathetic mewing sounds as she struggled within her chains with renewed vigor. But she didn't struggle long. Without her magic belt, she didn't have the strength or endurance to fight her way free of the chains. Besides, whenever she moved, that insidiously placed chain that dropped between her legs ground into her pussy and clit with wicked results. So she stopped, but not before her libido had been roused dangerously and shamefully.
"She looks absolutely delicious," Fury cooed, blue eyes filled with wicked glee.
"Everyone helped, Mistress Fury," the bouncer said.
"You won't get away with this, Fury," Wonder Woman said.
"Ha! Where have I heard that before," the redheaded dominatrix laughed. "Oh, wait, last night, from an IADC agent called Diana Prince. Oh!" She gave Wonder Woman an intense look. Then, dropping to one knee before her captive, Fury cupped the heroine's face in both gloved hands and whispered, "My, oh my, could it be? Have I learned the true identity of Wonder Woman?"
"N-No, y-you are m-mistaken," the Amazon stammered, blood running cold.
Mistress Fury just grinned knowingly. Wonder Woman suddenly felt faint. She knew then and there her situation wasn't going to be a repeat of the previous night, where she'd been gang-banged and then fist-fucked senseless before being dumped into an alley, naked and covered in cum. No, she knew that Fury would want to keep her around for awhile this time. Maybe blackmail her into evilness and debauchery.
Wonder Woman closed her eyes and let her head roll back as Fury's emboldened hands slid down her slender neck, across her shoulder and down to her jutting, globular breasts. As Fury's hands dropped closer and closer to her tits, Wonder Woman felt her body changing, becoming awash with that now too-familiar erotic heat she associated with sex and desire and NEED.
"Aayy," she gasped when Fury's cool, rubber-sheathed hands pinched her nipples.
Mistress Fury expertly worked Wonder Woman's tits and nipples with her hands and fingers. She soon had the Amazing Amazon panting, loins sopping wet and aching even though she hadn't touched them as of yet. Wonder Woman was so tightly bound up that she couldn't even squirm.
"Uuugggggnnnn," Wonder Woman groaned as she felt Fury's warm, full lips on her neck. Those lips then kissed their way down to her tits.
As the hungry lips took over Wonder Woman's tits, Fury's right hand dropped down to the Amazon's bikini-waxed pussy. The dominatrix didn't waste time, either, and quickly pushed that maddening chain aside. Fury then immediately started massaging the Amazon's aching clit.
"Hera!" the raven-maned heroine gasped, eyes wide. "Mercy!"
Wonder Woman looked around at all the eager eyes watching her being conquered and molested, being sexually CLAIMED by Fury. No one wanted to miss a single second. Every man she saw owned a raging hard-on pressing at the inside of his pants. Even the women were panting, some caressing or pinching their own tits and nipples.
"Please, not in front of everyone."
"Yes, in front of everyone," Fury said as she moved to Wonder Woman's left side and dropped to both knees. She pressed up close, thrusting her own - quite spectacular - tits into the Amazon's side. Her right hand never left Wonder Woman's hypersensitive clit. "Their reward for helping to defeat you is to watch as I conquer you, as I reduce you to nothing." Her left hand started caressing the Amazon Princess's shapely, silky smooth hiney. "As I make you my WILLING slave and fuck toy."
Wonder Woman tried to struggle again, as she felt Fury's fingers start to toy with her puckered asshole. Then Fury reached even further up under her, to her sopping wet cunt, and thrust a finger up her vagina. Fury soon had the well-endowed Amazon Princess grunting in rhythm with her thrusts, and Wonder Woman grunted louder each time she added another finger, until she had four fingers up the Amazing Amazon's cunt.
"You are a monster, Fury!"
It was almost too much to handle. The Amazon Princess knew that any second now, Fury would ball up her fist and pound her into sexual submission. Again. But just before Wonder Woman reached the brink, Fury pulled her left hand out of her captive's cunt. But she wasn't through. Fury thrust her hot, wet tongue in her prisoner's ear, and then shoved a pussy juice-soaked, latex-sheathed finger up the Amazon's asshole.
"Aaayyy," Wonder Woman cried. "If you let me go now I promise NEVER to return to The Downs, no matter what!"
"Too late," Fury said. Then her right hand shifted, and her fingers started exploring the hapless heroine's aching cunt again, pushing two fingers up that well-lubricated vagina right away. "You came back too many times. About ONE time too many, it would seem, Wonder Fuck."
"Great Hera!" Wonder Woman screamed. "I can't take it any longer."
Being finger-fucked in the twat and ass was more than poor Wonder Woman could withstand. That liquid heat consumed her body, and she felt that tidal wave of ecstasy slam into her, and the climax ripped through her quivering body.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyhhhhhhhhh!" she cried. "Oh, Great Hera, why? Why are you doing this to me?"
"Duh, dominatrix," Fury said, grinning with wicked glee. "Dominating is my job, and my supreme pleasure." Then she removed her dripping hands leaned in close to Wonder Woman's ear. "Now, Diana, you have a decision to make. Yield to me. Yield to all my darkest desires. Or I will tell the world your secret identity. Then I will sell you to your most feared enemy. Now is the moment of truth."
With that, Fury stood up. She motioned to a staff member, who placed a plain wooden stool before Wonder Woman. The Amazing Amazon looked at it warily. Then, from behind, Fury dramatically lifted her leather-sheathed leg and placed her spike-heeled booted foot on the stool. Wonder Woman gawked at the shiny leather boot, not knowing what was coming next, just knowing that she wasn't going to like it.
"Lick it," Fury commanded. "I order you, Wonder Woman, my slave, to lick the heel of my boot."
Wonder Woman almost swooned. Fury really wanted her to be a sex slave. She wanted to be Wonder Woman's MISTRESS. If she obeyed and licked that heel, licked that boot, then she would be acknowledging Fury as her mistress, be confirming to everyone that she was defeated, tamed, and Fury's fuck-toy slave girl.
The alternative was to have her secret identity revealed and sold to her worst enemy. She wouldn't live to see the sun rise if that happened.
Wonder Woman looked around at all the expectant faces. They all wanted her to submit, to yield up her body and soul to Fury. There was no salvation in their faces. Not a single face showed the least bit of sympathy.
"Yes.... m-mistress," she croaked out, leaning forward and parting her full red lips.
She heard a gasp at her words, followed by a sharp intake of breath as she extended her hot, wet tongue. Then the crowd groaned sensuously as she ran the tip of her tongue from the bottom to the top of the six-inch stiletto.
The crowd roared with approval and victorious joy. Wonder Woman closed her eyes and continued to lick the shiny black heel for several more minutes, up until Fury stopped her with a gentle touch to the top of her head. Then Fury seized the tiara and starting pulling it off.
"The Amazon Princess is no more," Fury said loudly and proudly, removing Wonder Woman's tiara. She placed the tiara upon her own head. "Long may the Amazon SLAVE SLUT fuck."
Fury kicked the stool away, and then used her booted foot to shove Wonder Woman onto the floor, face-down. The tight, restrictive bonds didn't allow the Amazon much freedom of movement, so Wonder Woman ended up on her belly, hands helplessly at her sides, and feet sticking straight up in the air. Her pussy and asshole were, of course, plainly in view and easily accessible.
The delighted dominatrix strutted around her newly conquered slave girl and accepted the wild accolades of her faithful. She soon stopped in front of Wonder Woman, and placed her right foot inches from her slave's quivering lips.
"Kiss it, slave," she commanded, blue eyes flashing.
"Yes, mistress," Wonder Woman said, and slowly pressed her lips to the toe of Fury's boot.
"That's a good little slave girl, Wonder Slave," Fury purred. Then she looked around. "Time to share my bounty. Time to let EVERYONE bang the shit out of Wonder Woman!"
Soon after, the straps were removed from her legs, and she was bent over a chair. Wonder Woman's ankles were tied to the legs of that chair. Then a big man stepped up in front of her, and unzipped. He pulled out his cock and pressed it against her lips. Closing her eyes, Wonder Woman let him part her full red lips, and started sucking. Meanwhile, another man came up behind her and quickly mounted her asshole.
Wonder Woman was fucked long and hard that night. Only her Amazon body's phenomenal endurance and healing abilities allowed her to survive it. She was fucked in every way imaginable, tied up in every conceivable position, and forced to perform acts of debauchery so despicable, demeaning, and humiliating that she couldn't believe she didn't go mad, or just die.
"Time's up," Fury said around dawn. Wonder Woman was on all fours, licking the boots of the red leather dominatrix she'd beat up earlier in the evening, while Johnny reamed her out doggie-style. All the Amazon wore were her red boots and a black leather dog collar. "I'm taking my slave and going to bed, boys and girls."
Fury snapped a long leather leash to Wonder Woman's collar. Then, forcing her newly tamed and claimed slave girl to crawl, the exultant dominatrix walked the raven-maned beauty to the stairs. The crowd fell silent as they enjoyed the sight before them. Several even made comments about how beautiful Wonder Woman was now. They especially commented on how delicious her heavy tits looked hanging and swaying below her crawling body. The defeated Amazon kept crawling, not acknowledging any comments. Wonder Woman then silently preceded Fury up the stairs, still on all fours.
As it turned out, Fury occupied the club's entire top floor. Part of it was her dominatrix "playroom", where she entertained clients. The rest was a splendidly appointed penthouse. The floor was hardwood, and the furnishings black leather. Expensively attired men and women occupied the luxurious living room. Wonder Woman was stopped once she reached the middle of an enormous polar bear skin rug.
"Kneel, Wonder Slave."
"Yes, Mistress Fury."
The raven-maned Amazon rolled back on her legs, spread her knees wide, and thrust her globular white tits out. The poise favored by Fury for her slaves.
"Wonder Slave, meet my associates," Fury said, a twinkle in her eyes. "These are the other men and women who own you and your services."
Looking around, Wonder Woman recognized a few of the associates as notorious smugglers and double agents. Men and women known or at least suspected of dealing in guns, drugs, and other illegal trafficking. Including selling US Government secrets.
"My friends, not only do you see the newly vanquished and enslaved Wonder Woman kneeling submissively before you, but one very annoying IADC agent, named Diana Prince," Fury said. Several of the others widened their eyes at that name, and they looked at her more closely. Soon, even they were smiling wickedly and nodding. "Yes, some of you now see it. I thought I had finished off Diana Prince last night. I do believe you've all watched the video of those delightful hours, or at least some of the highlights."
Wonder Woman's mind reeled. Her rape and subjugation had been videotaped last night? What about tonight?
"Diana," Fury commanded. "Kiss my boot."
After more than ten hours of intense obedience training downstairs, the enslaved super heroine responded without thought. She sensuously crawled the short distance to Fury's feet and immediately bent low to press her swollen red lips to the toe of her mistress's shiny black boot.
"Kneel."
"Yes, Mistress Fury."
Once again, the once-mighty and proud Amazon Princess assumed the prescribed kneeling position and pose.
"Not so arrogant now, heh?" Damian Trotters said. He was a known arms and information trafficker.
"No, master," Wonder Woman said, feeling her face burning in shame.
"She'll be out later to entertain you all," Fury said. "But first, I need a little romp with my newest slave before I retire for a few hours. While I'm sleeping, she'll return to sate all of your darkest desires." With that, Fury tugged on the leash and said, "Slave, heel."
The redheaded dominatrix led Wonder Woman away. To her bedroom. Wonder Woman, to her shock, found her entire costume in the room. Tacked to the wall above the bed was everything, save the tiara that Fury still wore and the boots and earrings that Wonder Woman still wore. Shorts, bustier, girdle, lasso, and bracelets were all displayed on that wall.
"How dare you look at my battle trophies, much less so longingly," Fury said, furious. She picked up a riding crop and slapped it brutally across Wonder Woman's shapely white rump. The brutalized Amazon cried out, frozen in place by the intense pain. "Do you covet my belongings, slave?"
"No, mistress!"
CRACK! went the riding crop across her shoulders.
"Swear to me as an Amazon Princess you will NEVER so much as touch an article on that wall unless I command you to do so," Fury demanded.
"I swear it, mistress."
"Swear what?"
"I swear to you, on my honor as a Princess of the Amazons, that I will never for any reason so much as touch an article of my Wonder Woman costume, unless it is ordered by you personally," Wonder Woman said with a supreme look of despair upon her too-beautiful face. "I am yours, Mistress Fury, in all ways."
Fury motioned for Wonder Woman to help her undress. Wonder Woman found an amazing number of straps and buckles on her dominatrix costume. But after five minutes, Fury had been stripped completely naked. Then Wonder Woman helped her dress for bed: stiletto-heeled fuck-me pumps and dog collar.
The redheaded dominatrix arranged herself on the bed, and motioned for Wonder Woman.
"Come to me, Diana. Show me what you can do with those gorgeous lips and hot tongue."
Wonder Woman swallowed hard, before crawling up at the end of the bed. She crawled as sensuously as she could up the bed, until she was straddling her mistress on all fours. Then she gently lowered her shapely body down atop Fury, and pressed her lips into Fury's bright red lips. She felt their large tits press together, and even felt their bikini-waxed pubic mounds pressing and rubbing against each other.
"Mmmmmmm," they both groaned low.
Wonder Woman enjoyed the feel of that deep, lipstick kiss, savoring the greasy feel of their full lips sliding across each other as their tongues played and teased underneath. They kissed like that, writhing and grasping compulsively at each other, for a good fifteen minutes, before Fury's super-sexy slave began kissing her way down Fury's throat.
"Good girl, Wonder Slave," Fury purred. She started when her slave found her tits and nipples. "Oh! Ha, surprised me a little. Oh yes, you know how to take care of a woman's breasts, don't you, my pet?"
"I try, Mistress Fury," Wonder Woman said, and then returned to sucking on Fury's rock-hard nipple, letting her right hand glide across her mistress's belly, and down to plunge into Fury's moist pussy.
Wonder Woman began massaging Fury's engorged clitoris. The dominatrix sharply sucked in her breath. The vanquished super heroine smiled around Fury's nipple, pleased to find her mistress already very wet and ready. Then, stimulating nothing but nipple and clit, Wonder Woman quickly brought her subjugator and mistress to a powerful climax.
"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Wonder Woman immediately lowered her face to Fury's musky nether region. She spread Fury's nether lips with her thumbs and buried her face in Fury's snatch. Fury grabbed thick handfuls of silky black hair and hung on tightly as her back arched and she began panting like an overheated dog.
The sexy super heroine proceeded to bring her mistress to five more soul-numbing orgasms with just her lips and tongue. She didn't stop until Fury gently pushed her away.
"I'll sleep good now," Fury said dreamily. Then her eyes flashed blue fire. "Now, slave, to all fours."
On all fours in the middle of Fury's bed, Wonder Woman swallowed hard and felt her body starting to change as Fury moved around behind her. She knew what was about to happen now.
"How long do I have before you, as Diana Prince, have to report back to the IADC?" Fury asked as she inserted two fingers up Wonder Woman's cunt.
"Two weeks, Mistress," the Amazon gasped, clutching desperately at the sheets with perfectly manicured hands.
"Good, you'll be exquisitely trained by then," Fury said, inserting a third finger.
That liquid heat infused her body in an erotic rush. She felt her titanic tits swell and the skin tauten on them, as if engorged with milk. Her nipples became hypersensitive, as did the entirety of her nether regions. Her whole body was on fire with the heat of need and desire.
"Oh, Mistress," she groaned. "You make me so weak. Soooo weak."
Fury inserted that fourth finger, and her hand went all the way in up to her thumb. She started pumping Wonder Woman's pussy hard and fast.
"Ugh! Hera!" the raven-maned beauty cried. "I can't.... I..... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!"
The orgasm ripped through Wonder Woman, leaving her all but drained and quivering all over. And still Fury pounded away at her terribly overused and abused cunt. Indeed, as soon as the climax subsided, Fury curled her thumb in and formed a fist. That fist was rammed straight up Wonder Woman's vagina.
"OH! Sweet..... Ugh!" Wonder Woman cried, eyes wide and full red lips quivering. "Hera! I'm not strong enough!"
Fury began hammering her fist up Wonder Woman in renewed fury. Her eyes were afire. She knew the time was at hand. The final breaking of Wonder Woman, and the true birth of Wonder Slave.
Squish-squish! Squish-squish! Squish-squish!
Fury fist-fucked Wonder Woman like she'd never fist-fucked anyone before. She truly showed the Amazed Amazon what the Fists of Fury meant. And in thirty minutes of serious hammering, she tore another six bone-rattling climaxes out of the helpless heroine.
"Ugh! Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeeee," Wonder Woman groaned, as that sixth climax claimed her body and soul. Fury watched as Wonder Woman's soft pink tongue, wet and hot, slipped out to lick those luscious lips. "Oooohhhhhh, Hera, I am so weak. It is Hercules all over, for I have been conquered."
"Say it again!"
"I am conquered!"
Fury ripped her hand out of Wonder Woman and shoved the Amazon off the bed.
"Get out, slave," Fury commanded. "Go out and submit to the men and women in the living room. Obey them as if they were me. Please them in every way they ask, and do not hesitate to obey any command."
"Yes, Mistress Fury," Wonder Woman said wearily.
She dragged herself to all fours, and slowly began crawling toward the door. Fury watched with hooded eyes, not far from passing out in exhaustion herself. It had been a long night conquering the legendary super heroine.
"In two weeks, Diana Prince will return to work," Fury said. Wonder Woman stopped in place. "Only she will be working for me. You will begin stealing secrets for me, my lovely pet."
"Yes, Mistress Fury," she said softly, and crawled out of the bedroom.
THE END
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Fists of Fury
By Pigboy
Diana Prince hesitated at the door. It was sheathed in black leather with silver studs. Her team waited impatiently behind her, hands on holstered pistols. They were all very nervous. The denizens of The Downs did not like authority figures - especially not the police. Diana and her team were technically not police, but as government agents they did have the right to arrest. And they were there to arrest the owner of the club, Club Depraved - a woman who who called herself Fury, or Mistress Fury.
"Okay, boys and girls, it's show time," Diana said, and pushed the door open.
The IADC team rushed in. Diana had a good idea where Fury would be at that time. The first two agents behind Diana took down the bouncers at the door. The rest followed her through the raucous crowd. Everyone around them was wearing leather or latex - some very skimpy costumes, too. Almost a third were on their knees, being sexually molested by other patrons. In contrast, the IADC agents were all wearing jeans and t-shirts, and bulletproof vests. They stood out like sore thumbs.
Diana was disgusted by what she saw around her.
I'll enjoy shutting down this establishment, she thought, smiling smugly.
The federal government would seize the club after Fury was arrested that night. It was the penalty for treason - one of the many charges for selling government secrets. Fury was a known prostitute and dominatrix, who used sex and drugs to get secrets out of her government clients and then sell them to foreign powers. She even had a lucrative blackmail business, forcing government employees to steal secret documents and such for her to sell to America's enemies and rivals.
And then, Diana saw her. Fury was dressed in full dominatrix mode - all black leather. From top to bottom, she wore a black leather bustier with silver studs and tight black pants stuffed into thigh boots with five-inch stilettos. She accessorized with dog color and opera gloves.
Fury was in the back, next to a table full of men. She was laughing and joking with them. A pretty blonde, no older than twenty, lay spread-eagle atop that table with her short skirt up around her waist. Fury was idly toying with the blonde's twat, giving every impression of a lesson in sexual depravity.
"Federal agents, everyone drop to the floor!" Diana called. "Fury, stop in the name of the law. You are under arrest for selling national secrets and blackmail."
"Oh fuck," Fury said. She struck a pose - hands on well-rounded hips and most of her weight on her back leg, while her front foot started tapping the floor in annoyance. She was tall and redheaded, with large silicone breasts and slim body. "Free drinks for anyone helping to take these stupid fuckers down!"
Diana and her team froze. They'd never expected the patrons to become involved. Surely they wouldn't. But they were in The Downs, the most notorious, most depraved red-light district on the East Coast, if not the country. Even the police were afraid to go in without major backup, and when they had it, it was still damn hard to get them to go in. They had categorically refused to help Diana's team that night, and had strongly advised them against going in after someone as rich and popular as Fury.
"Wahoo!" some man cried, and the crowd lunged at the startled IADC agents.
Some blonde bimbo in a black leather bikini and thigh boots kicked Diana just below the bulletproof jacket, doubling up the raven-haired beauty. Diana felt as much as heard her fellow IADC agents being grabbed from all sides. The six-man, five-woman team of federal agents didn't have a chance. Within seconds, Diana heard two of the women screaming, and the sound of ripping clothes.
"Show them all a HORRIBLY good time, my fiendish friends," Fury called, then laughed.
Diana felt a dozen hands seize her all over - hair, arms, legs, BREASTS. The bulletproof jacket was first to go, followed immediately by her red t-shirt. Then she was lifted up in the air to ride an ocean of grasping hands, wearing only her jeans, boots, and bra. She felt herself being moved toward Fury and the blackmailing traitor's inner circle.
"Let me take a look at her, boys," Fury said.
Diana was pulled down to the floor. Two burly goons immediately seized her arms, holding her tightly between them. She struggled valiantly, but couldn't break free. Then Fury stepped up before her.
"My, don't we look delicious," she said, caressing Diana's tousled black hair. "What's your name, little girl?"
"I am IADC agent Diana Prince," Diana growled. "It is a federal crime to assault a federal agent. I demand you release me and my team immediately, or else."
"Or else? Or else what? You'll stamp your little foot and flash your sapphire eyes at me again?" Fury said, grinning. She looked Diana over with appreciative blue eyes. A look of hunger spread across her beautiful face as she slowly licked her lips. "I think the or else is Or else I'll be helpless to stop you from fucking the bloody shit out of me all night long."
Diana froze. Horrified.
"No. Y-you can't," she said, locking eyes with Fury. Fury's black-gloved hand reached out, seized Diana's bra between those enormous tits, and ripped it off. All around her, Diana saw men and women freeze at the sight of her bouncing tits, looks of awe and hunger spreading across their faces. "Stop! This is wrong."
Fury cupped Diana's perfect tits, marveling at their size, shape, and fullness. Diana writhed and struggled, feeling her tits bouncing all over the place. But she didn't care about that. She had to escape long enough to Change into Wonder Woman, or her whole team was doomed.
"Take her upstairs, boys," Fury said. "Then we'll have some fun."
Diana was dragged kicking and screaming up the stairs. Once along the way, she glanced back over her bare shoulder, and saw a disheartening sight. All the women of her IADC team had been stripped and tied spread-eagle atop tables. Men and women were already gang-banging them senseless. The IADC men were all just gone.
Fury's goons took Diana to a back room on the club's second floor. It was a sex room. A bondage room. Diana was thrown atop and strapped down in a strange, convoluted-looking, chair-like device. Her shapely rump was sitting atop a small metal seat, with a strap around her narrow waist to hold her in place. Then they strapped her wrists up and to the sides. After that, her legs were spread wide and her ankles strapped down. Her shapely, semi-nude body was left very vulnerable to exploitation.
Fury watched from five feet away as the two goons then cut off Diana's tight jeans and panties. Diana felt her face burning in shame and humiliation. Never had she endured such an indignity. She was an Amazon Princess, not some slattern, some two-bit whore to be used and abused.
"You will pay dearly for this outrage, Fury," Diana cried as one of the goons started fingering her pussy. "You will all pay."
To her further shame, Diana realized that her pussy was already wet. The men laughed and crowed happily to find her so well-lubed, and so fast, too. They considered that proof positive that she was enjoying herself, and really WANTED it.
"Johnny, go have all the club's bouncers line up at the door," Fury said. "I think this arrogant bitch who foolishly led her hapless people into this club and so stupidly attacked us should be taught a lesson in humility." Fury locked eyes with Diana and smiled cruelly. "There are ten bouncers working in the club right now, counting Johnny and Charlie here."
One of the bouncers - Johnny - left with a big shit-eating grin. The other - Charlie - moved up between Diana's indecently spread legs and dropped his pants. Fury left her spot and circled around behind the helpless woman. Then, Fury reached around Diana's body and cupped both breasts gently, before giving them a hard squeeze. Then she began rolling the nipples between her gloved fingers, making Diana jump and yelp. Very quickly, Diana felt the first twinges of erotic pleasure stirring in her exposed loins. Soon, her body was overheated and sweating, a liquid fire burning her from inside out.
Despite what Fury was doing to her, Diana only had eyes for Charlie. He kept fingering her cunt the whole time, while his huge cock grew larger and harder with every second. Diana couldn't believe a man could possess such a monster cock. It had to be ten inches if it was an inch. The sight of it left her breathless and wide-eyed.
"Alright Charlie, I want you to start her out right," Fury said, caressing Diana's huge left tit. "Fuck her hard and fast. Shock and awe, my sweet pet. Show her shock and awe."
Charlie took his cock in hand and guided it to Diana's glistening cunt lips. Diana just froze, aghast. He pushed past the lips of her sensitive cunt, penetrating the vagina within. It felt like he was ripping her apart as his huge dick spread her sex wider and wider.
"It's too big!"
"Oh, he's not the biggest," Fury cooed in her ear. "Just relax and enjoy. Relax and enjoy, Sweetmeat, because it's going to be a long, hard night for you." She looked at Charlie's cock again and grinned. "Very long and very hard."
Diana looked down the length of her shapely body, seeing just three thick inches of cock inside her. It felt like ten. She dreaded to find out what the whole ten inches would feel like, but she knew she would learn that very soon.
"Uuugghhh," Diana grunted, feeling Charlie thrust in hard, driving a good five inches more into her. "This is so wrong, in so many ways."
"Feels good," Charlie said, his voice deep and gravelly.
"Go for it, Charlie," Fury said. "Take this meddlesome bitch home."
Charlie pulled almost completely out. That return stroke was almost as maddening as the thrust in had been. Diana gasped, back arched and fingers clutching at thin air. Then Charlie did as Fury had commanded, and started fucking her hard, fast, and deeper and deeper with each thrust. Very soon, he was all the way inside her, and his pumping was tireless. That liquid heat deep in her belly was so intense. She didn't think she could take it much longer.
Straining at her bonds, the wild-eyed Diana stared all around the room. There was no escape. Then Fury began to caress her tits again. The beautiful IADC agent discovered her nipples were now rock-hard, erect and hypersensitive. Every time Fury's fingers touched or stroked a nipple, Diana's body jerked, and a tiny gasp escaped those full, red lips.
"Oh, please," Diana begged. "Please stop. I... can't take.... this... much... longer."
"Then just let go," Fury whispered in her ear. "Let go, and I'll let you go."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Oooohhhhh," Diana groaned as she stopped fighting the erotic sensations coursing throughout her body. The door opened and a line of huge, fierce-eyed bouncers came in. Those hard, merciless eyes fell on her, and tiny smiles spread across those bouncers' fierce faces. There was no salvation there. Then the erotic heat searing her soul passed that point of no return, and a climax exploded deep in her belly. "Uughh-aaaaaaaaiiiiiieeee!"
"Ah, that's a good little girl," Fury said, and then twisted Diana's nipples until the helpless beauty screamed in agony. "I love the sound of pain and pleasure."
Moments later, Charlie's cock spewed jizz deep into her belly. He pulled out, and walked around to her head. Fury forced Diana to lick and suck Charlie's dick clean as the next man mounted the IADC agent. The second man lost his cum before Diana had finished cleaning Charlie, and before she'd climaxed. But she was very aroused when the third bouncer mounted her, and then rode her to three major climaxes.
Diana didn't know how long it took for all ten bouncers to gang-bang her, but it was very late when they'd finished. She relaxed, it being the first time in hours that a man wasn't inside her pussy and/or mouth. The undercover Amazon Princess thought her long ordeal was finally over.
"My turn," Fury said sultrily as she walked up between Diana's obscenely spread legs. "By the way, Sweetmeat, have you ever heard of the 'Fists of Fury?'"
"What? Fists?" Diana said groggily, shaking her head to clear the exhaustion and sexual daze. "Never heard of... wait, isn't that a Bruce Lee movie, or something?"
"Well, yes, I do believe it is, but that isn't what I'm talking about," Fury said, starting to take off her right glove.
Diana felt her blood run cold as Fury began to finger-fuck her with two fingers. That proved easy enough, so the dominatrix went to three fingers right away. The Amazing Amazon just watched those fingers, now coated with her love juices and the leaking cum from her just-ended gang bang. There was no resistance to Fury's insidious intrusion.
"Ooohhh," Diana cried. "Mercy!"
"No mercy," Fury cried, and increased the number of fingers to four. She pushed her hand in so far that only her extended thumb stopped further penetration. "Loose as a goose."
Then Fury curled her thumb into her palm, and pushed with all her might. Her whole hand vanished up Diana's vagina with a squishing sound.
"Uuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Diana cried, every muscle tensed. That liquid heat was burning her alive. "Oh! Oh! Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Oh, do you like that?"
"Oh, you..... oh! OH!," Diana cried, bucking helplessly. "Oh, you're killing me!"
"No, Sweetmeat, I'm RUINING you for mere men," the dominatrix laughed. "Once I'm through with you, it'll take a baseball bat to satisfy you."
Fury soon had her whole hand past the wrist up Diana's cunt. So she curled her fingers up into a fist, and went to town. She worked the beautiful IADC agent over like she'd never worked a woman over before. She made sure Diana fully understood what the term "fists of Fury" meant. The beautiful, black-haired IADC agent threw back her head and screamed and screamed and screamed.
# # #
"Oh, my aching loins," Diana groaned, starting to come around. Try as she might, she just couldn't bring her knees together due to intense pain. Indirect sunlight stabbed at her eyes. "Where am I? What happened to me?"
She looked around through hooded eyes, still exhausted and aching all over, especially between her legs. The next thing she noticed was that she was completely nude. She was coated in fragrant oils, and something very sticky.
"Blessed Hera," she gasped, remembering what had happened. "Where am I?"
She was in an alley. The buildings towering over her were high-rises, so she wasn't in The Downs anymore.
Diana weakly staggered to her feet, and staggered bowlegged for the closest door. She had to get to a phone and call Steve back at the IADC. He needed to know of her failure, and of the evil things Fury had done to her and her team.
"This hasn't ended between us, Fury," Diana muttered, blue eyes fiery. "Next time, though, it will be a fully super powered Wonder Woman you face."
# # #
Wonder Woman strode down the street purposefully. The streetwalkers, pimps, and pushers parted like the Red Sea. No one wanted to face the Amazing Amazon during normal conditions, but now she looked really pissed. So the filth of the Earth scattered before her wrath as she headed toward Club Depraved.
"Time to put that leather-bound predator out of business," the super heroine muttered as she approached the leather-sheathed door.
Wonder Woman paused at the door. She touched her golden tiara and then the golden Girdle of Hippolyte that bestowed super human powers upon her. Her tits were perfect within the red satin bustier with the golden decorations, and the star-spangled, blue shorts were snug and perfectly fit. So she kicked the door open with her stiletto-heeled red boots and rushed inside.
The patrons all froze, staring at the seething super heroine before them. She saw fear in their eyes. She could smell their fear. And she liked it.
"Freeze!" Wonder Woman commanded. "Nobody move. I'm looking for Fury."
"Get her!" Fury called from the back. "Kill her!"
A black-clad bouncer charged her. It was Johnny. The one with the biggest cock. The man who'd finally made her cry like a baby the previous night, and then beg for more. Oh, and how she'd begged.
Wonder Woman snarled a curse and charged him. He took a wild swing at her face that she easily ducked. The Amazon punched him in the belly, doubling him up. Then she placed a stiletto-heeled boot at the small of his back and kicked him straight into the next bouncer charging in. A swift kick sent that man to la-la land as well.
"Not such big men now, are you?" she snarled, and kicked Johnny in the ass once.
A patron in black leather pants and no shirt stepped out of the crowd to her right rear, and kicked her in the lower back. Wonder Woman was hurled over the two downed bouncers, to land at the feet of the next one coming in.
He promptly kicked her in the head.
Dazed, Wonder Woman felt herself being lifted up. A fourth bouncer stepped up, and punched her in the gut.
"Oofff!"
"Don't like it when you're the one getting beaten, do you Wonder Tits?" Charlie snarled, and punched her again.
"Ugh!"
Then he sent a right cross to her face, followed by a left. Then a third, more powerful punch to the gut.
"Ugh! Uuuhhhhh," Wonder Woman groaned, sagging in the arms of the bouncer holding her from behind. "Hera!"
"Ain't no mythological Greek goddess going to save you, Wondie," Charlie sneered, as he punched her again.
"Uugghh!" she cried. The bouncer holding Wonder Woman released her, and Wonder Woman fell to her knees before Charlie. He placed a booted foot on her chest, and kicked her onto her back. "Oohhh."
"Let's have a look at the Wonder Pussy," Charlie said to the crowd that was cheering him on. So he reached down, seized her star-spangled blue shorts, and pulled them straight down her long, shapely legs. "Yeow, momma! Bikini-waxed and ready to party pussy galore!"
Wonder Woman lay on her back, legs cocked and knees spread wide. She was dazed and still hurting from the previous night, as well as the thrashing she'd just received, but knew enough to know that Charlie was getting a splendid view of her most intimate spot. It was intentional, because she desperately needed time to recover. What Charlie didn't understand was that her Amazon body healed at an extraordinary rate.
"Hey, boss, we caught ourselves a genuine super he -- Ughh!"
Wonder Woman glared up at Charlie, her right foot planted hard and firm in his crotch. The big, burly bouncer looked down at her in shock, then dropped to his knees. A second kick from her left foot put him down for the count. A second later, Wonder Woman was on her feet and sending a brutal roundhouse into the other bouncer's head.
"Four down, six to go," Wonder Woman said, looking around at the wary patrons. "Come to mamma, boys. Time to take your medicine."
"Medicine?" one asked, stepping out of the crowd. Two more bouncers followed, all looking confident and surly.
"Yes, I know all about the incident with the IADC team last night," Wonder Woman said. She was pleased to see their eyes widen slightly. "That's right. For one, I know that each of you took a turn gang-banging Diana Prince. For that alone you will pay dearly." She gave them a baleful look. "Would you like me to list your other crimes, what you did to the other agents captured last night?"
No one took it as hard as she had, but they'd all been soundly fucked and left unconscious in back alleys. And to add insult to injury, somewhere along the line, someone had taken pictures. She didn't recall a photographer, but she knew that countless photos of her ravishment were already up on multiple websites.
The bouncers nodded and smiled grimly, then began cracking their knuckles.
"Men," she breathed and frowned.
Wonder Woman moved into a super heroine stance. With her head held high, she put her fists on her well-rounded hips and spread her booted feet shoulder-width apart. The three bouncers, and all the patrons she saw, all dropped their eyes to her exposed loins.
"Foul, depraved miscreants," she growled, remembering that she'd lost her shorts and suddenly feeling self-conscious.
And that was their cue. All three men charged her at the same time. Wonder Woman kicked out at their feet, forcing them to jump back. She grabbed the middle bouncer by the front of his black shirt, and hurled him headfirst into the wall. He collapsed bonelessly at her booted feet.
"That was fun," she said, turning to face the other two. "Now who is next?"
Her opponents split apart, going to opposite sides of the Amazon Avenger. She considered that tactic for a second, and then smiled as she removed her golden lasso. Aside from that one little setback, she was starting to have fun.
Righteous vengeance does feel good, Wonder Woman thought.
Wonder Woman loosened the lasso, and then looked from bouncer to bouncer, judging who would move first. Both looked wary, but moved confidently. So she lunged at one, seized his arm, and yanked him back and straight into the other bouncer.
They pounded together meatily. She didn't hesitate. Wonder Woman lassoed them both at once, and tightened the lasso snugly.
"Listen and obey, miscreants," the curvaceous crimefighter said. "When I release you, you will both start binding the wrists of the men I've already defeated. When the police arrive, you will confess all of your crimes and surrender peacefully."
"Yes, Mistress," they said as one.
"Mistress? Eeks! You two have been working here too long," Wonder Woman said, and removed the golden lasso.
Without hesitation, the two burly bouncers went to and started tying up their unconscious cohorts in crime. The sexy Amazon smiled smugly and turned toward the back of the club. The patrons and staff who'd witnessed her using the lasso all backed up a few steps.
Seven down, three to go before I can finally deal with Fury, she thought.
"Fury! I see you cowering back there," Wonder Woman called, starting toward the back of Club Depraved.
Mistress Fury was looking like a deer caught in headlights. Three of her bouncers stood between the super heroine and the dominatrix traitor. Then Fury turned and hurried up the stairs. Her bouncers followed her up, but moved a bit more slowly as if to show that they weren't scared of Wonder Woman.
"You can run, but you can't hide, Fury!"
Glancing down, the super heroine spotted her discard shorts. Wonder Woman hesitated. She'd once again totally forgotten that she was bottomless. She bent over and reached for them, and a patron promptly kicked her between the legs, right smack in her pussy. It was a woman, because Wonder Woman felt a pointy-toed shoe smash her hypersensitive clit, sending a horrendous jolt of pain shooting through her body. Super strength or not, that was more than any woman could handle.
"Ugh," she groaned, dropping to her knees. Both hands immediately cupped her injured genitalia and rubbed at the piercing pain. Then someone reached out of the crowd and snatched up her shorts. "Come back with my shorts."
"Leave Fury alone, Wonder Bitch," a red leather-clad dominatrix cried. "Come on everyone, we can take her!"
She stepped out of the crowd and tried to kick the Amazing Amazon in the face, but Wonder Woman caught her booted foot. Rising to her feet, Wonder Woman sent three swift kicks into the dominatrix's groin, putting the would-be challenger down for the night.
While she was distracted with the dominatrix, a nude man in nothing but a collar charged her from behind. He plowed into her back, sending her flying into the eager hands of the crowd.
"Let go of me," Wonder Woman commanded as a dozen hands grabbed at her curvaceous body.
Her long, black hair was grabbed from behind, and her head jerked back suddenly. Then a wild-eyed man leapt forward and punched her in the throat.
"Ugghh," the Amazon Princess cried, dropping to her knees again and clutching her injured throat.
THUNK! THUNK! SLAP! THUNK!
Feet and fists and palms rained on the hapless Amazon. She'd known the crowd was depraved, wicked, but she'd never believed they would turn on her. Turn on Wonder Woman, the epitome of super heroines.
"Stop," she groaned. Even her Amazon body was having a hard time keeping up with the abuse. She felt someone reach around her throat, and feared strangulation. But instead, a leather collar was buckled. "You don't... Ugh."
Frantic, she powered herself to her booted feet and started kicking in all directions. The leather- and latex-clad patrons started falling back, not used to such violence, to such unadulterated physical power.
"NO ONE COLLARS WONDER WOMAN!" the super heroine raged, blue eyes blazing as she reached up with both hands and RIPPED the collar apart and off her throat. "I am an Amazon Princess, not some sick sex toy to use and abuse. The next person that touches me will have his arms ripped out of the sockets and my foot up his ass so far he'll have to lick the shit off them."
The crowd backed up, wary and frightened. But they didn't break and run, like she'd expected. The denizens of The Downs were getting braver and braver of late. She would have to consider that later, and come up with a plan to clean out the cesspit of humanity for once and all time.
But first, she had Fury and her goons to beat into submission and arrest.
"If Fury escaped while you distracted me, I will take out my anger on your sorry hides," she growled as she strode purposely toward the stairs. They gawked at her fearfully, but still didn't run. She realized with a start they expected her to be defeated by Fury. How? she wondered. The craven dominatrix didn't even have the guts to stay and fight. "I suggest you take this opportunity to RUN."
"I'd rather stay to watch Fury lead you back down on a leash and collar, Wonder Ass," a deep-voiced man called from deep within the crowd. "After all these years, we deserve to watch your final fall as our reward."
The crowded murmured their agreement.
Wonder Woman stopped at the bottom of the stairs, to turn and look the now-surly crowd over. Fear had turned to anger again. She wondered what it would take to strike fear in a Downs crowd now. After she dealt with Fury, she'd come back down and teach them a lesson in fear.
"I'll give you the reward you deserve when I come back down, miscreants."
The way they hooted and hollered joyfully wiped away any doubts she had as to whether they deserved complete and thorough ass-whippings. And she was just the woman to administer those thrashings.
Putting the crowd out of her mind for now, the gorgeous, semi-nude Amazon Princess looked up the stairs. One bouncer waited at the top, looking menacing and formidable. She smiled, eyes narrowed to slits as she started slowly up the stairs. The patrons crowded in below to watch the coming battle, bloodlust in their eyes.
"You don't stand a chance against me, boy," Wonder Woman said. "Surrender, and I promise not to hurt you."
"Better yet, drop to your knees and suck me off, Wonder Twat, and I promise not to hurt YOU too badly," he said with a savage grin. "By the by, love your new costume."
Wonder Woman suddenly charged up the stairs. The bouncer stepped down, timing his right cross carefully. So she stopped as suddenly as she charged, just shy of the bouncer's reach. He was so intent on timing his blow, he swung before realizing she'd stopped. The bouncer's big fist smashed a hole in the wall a good foot in front of Wonder Woman's face.
The brutal swing left the bouncer slightly off-balance. She didn't hesitate. Wonder Woman grabbed his upper arm and jerked. He tried to compensate, but couldn't stop his long fall down the stairs. But, to her surprise, he caught hold of her left ankle on his way down.
"Yikes!" she cried, pulled off her booted feet.
Wonder Woman fell tits-first, landing on her legendary rack. The bouncer continued tumbling down the stairs, but she managed to catch herself halfway down. Glancing down, she saw that the bouncer wasn't out - just a bit battered. She couldn't have him behind her, surprising her at the most inopportune moment. So she slowly rose to her booted feet and started back down the stairs.
The bouncer pawed his way back to his feet. He was only a bit unsteady. She knew he was still dangerous.
"Come to daddy, Wonder Twat," he growled, waving her down. "You're not so tough. These civilians almost took you down."
Blue eyes flashing, Wonder Woman waved him back so she could step out on the floor, in the open. He obliged, grinning like a fool.
"You want to fight me one-on-one?" she said, incredulous. "What kind of fool are you? I'm ten times stronger than you. I'm a super heroine, and you are just some two-bit bouncer in a sleazy sex club. I'll eat you alive, boy."
"You'll eat my dick first," he said, and took a swing at her.
Wonder Woman easily blocked his punch, and then rabbit-punched him. He fell back, cursing. She followed, smiling smugly. She remembered him from the night before. He'd been the first to ass-fuck her. He was also a titty slapper. Her face suddenly burned in shame as she remembered what he'd done to her, as Diana Prince. Her heart pounded wildly as every indignity, every insult, every THRUST of their putrid cocks slamming home came back to her in that instant.
The sexy super heroine was so absorbed in her reverie, she didn't notice the crowd closing slowly around them, coming up even faster behind her. The bouncer did, though, and kept distracting her.
"I want to titty fuck you, too," he said, leering at her titanic tits. "Then I'm gonna slap them big, juicy titties fire engine red!"
"Vile bastard!"
Infuriated, Wonder Woman only had eyes for him. She wanted -- no, she NEEDED -- to punish him for what he did to her the previous night. So she stepped forward, reaching for his throat.
Zzzziiippppp!
"Huh?" she grunted, a look of shock on her drop-dead gorgeous face.
Before the zipper was halfway down, the Amazon Princess knew exactly what was happening. She also knew that she was off-balance and couldn't do a thing about it. Seconds later, she felt her red satin bustier being pulled away from her torso.
"Oops, looks like someone had a costume malfunction," he crowed. The bouncer then reached out and grabbed the loosened bustier, and jerked it away. "Wahoo! Look at the tits on you!"
Horrified, Wonder Woman instinctively crossed her arms over her naked breasts. She gawked at her red bustier, with the shining, golden decorations, being tossed by the bouncer to the eager crowd. Then, as his hand released the bustier to sail away, it formed up in a big fist and he stepped towards her, fist flying straight at her face.
"Uuugghhh!" the super heroine cried as her head snapped back and her feet flew off the floor.
His blow was so hard that Wonder Woman literally did a flip and landed face-down on the floor, arms and legs spread-eagle. The crowd proceeded to close on her and start kicking. Not a square inch of her luscious body was spared a thorough thumping. Within minutes, the mighty Wonder Woman lay unconscious at their feet.
"Tie her up good, boys and girls," the bouncer commanded as he reached down and removed the heroine's golden belt.
If there was one thing that the staff and patrons of Club Depraved possessed, it was serviceable restraints. So Wonder Woman was pulled to her knees. First thing, a wide black stained-steel collar was fastened around her neck. From that hung chains that dropped down a short ways to steel cuffs. The cuffs were locked onto her wrists, after her Amazonium bracelets had been removed. Another chain was then wrapped tightly around her narrow waist, to which the cuffs were also locked on each side of her body, double chained, thus holding her hands motionless at her sides where they couldn't reach anything to unfasten. They also ensured that she didn't have the leverage necessary to break free.
"Looking good," the bouncer said. Then he turned to a redhead in a leather bikini. "Go up and let Mistress Fury know that Wonder Woman is chained and contained, and ready to be TAMED."
The crowd cheered with that pronouncement.
"Ooooo," Wonder Woman groaned, starting to come around slowly.
"Quickly, finish her up," one of the patrons said.
They took another short chain, fastened it to the front of the chain around her waist, and ran it down between her legs, making sure that it went through her moist slit. Then they snugged it up tight, and locked it to the waist chain in the back.
"Aayyyyy," Wonder Woman cried softly. "W-what...?"
Finally, as the sound of Fury's stilettos began descending the stairs, they wrapped thick black straps around her thighs and calves, binding the two sections of her long, shapely legs together. Wonder Woman was effectively BOUND into a kneeling position. So, with the Amazing Amazon super heroine securely bound and helpless, the bouncer stepped up and slapped her repeatedly, waking her up.
Wonder Woman needed a few brief seconds to come to her senses. When she did, she wished that she was still unconscious. It was worse than the night before. As Diana, she'd never been bound up so insidiously, so KINKILY. She immediately felt her juices beginning to flow in her abused pussy.
Unadulterated terror gripped the helpless heroine. She struggled mightily, but soon gave up in exhaustion, panting and wild-eyed beneath tousled black hair. Blue eyes full of fear looked up through her dark locks, looked up at the gloating bouncer grinning victoriously before her.
Then she heard the tap-tapping of Fury's spike-heeled boots. Coming down the stairs.
Fury locked flashing blue eyes on Wonder Woman the instant she emerged from the dark stairwell. A wickedly delightful smile spread across her beautiful face. Wonder Woman stared at the dominatrix open-mouthed, eyes wide and disbelieving. Not two nights in a row! Then her eyes dropped to Fury's gloved hands, tonight gloved in black latex, and she remembered those hands, those FISTS up her cunt, pounding her into submission and utter defeat.
Despite herself, Wonder Woman made pathetic mewing sounds as she struggled within her chains with renewed vigor. But she didn't struggle long. Without her magic belt, she didn't have the strength or endurance to fight her way free of the chains. Besides, whenever she moved, that insidiously placed chain that dropped between her legs ground into her pussy and clit with wicked results. So she stopped, but not before her libido had been roused dangerously and shamefully.
"She looks absolutely delicious," Fury cooed, blue eyes filled with wicked glee.
"Everyone helped, Mistress Fury," the bouncer said.
"You won't get away with this, Fury," Wonder Woman said.
"Ha! Where have I heard that before," the redheaded dominatrix laughed. "Oh, wait, last night, from an IADC agent called Diana Prince. Oh!" She gave Wonder Woman an intense look. Then, dropping to one knee before her captive, Fury cupped the heroine's face in both gloved hands and whispered, "My, oh my, could it be? Have I learned the true identity of Wonder Woman?"
"N-No, y-you are m-mistaken," the Amazon stammered, blood running cold.
Mistress Fury just grinned knowingly. Wonder Woman suddenly felt faint. She knew then and there her situation wasn't going to be a repeat of the previous night, where she'd been gang-banged and then fist-fucked senseless before being dumped into an alley, naked and covered in cum. No, she knew that Fury would want to keep her around for awhile this time. Maybe blackmail her into evilness and debauchery.
Wonder Woman closed her eyes and let her head roll back as Fury's emboldened hands slid down her slender neck, across her shoulder and down to her jutting, globular breasts. As Fury's hands dropped closer and closer to her tits, Wonder Woman felt her body changing, becoming awash with that now too-familiar erotic heat she associated with sex and desire and NEED.
"Aayy," she gasped when Fury's cool, rubber-sheathed hands pinched her nipples.
Mistress Fury expertly worked Wonder Woman's tits and nipples with her hands and fingers. She soon had the Amazing Amazon panting, loins sopping wet and aching even though she hadn't touched them as of yet. Wonder Woman was so tightly bound up that she couldn't even squirm.
"Uuugggggnnnn," Wonder Woman groaned as she felt Fury's warm, full lips on her neck. Those lips then kissed their way down to her tits.
As the hungry lips took over Wonder Woman's tits, Fury's right hand dropped down to the Amazon's bikini-waxed pussy. The dominatrix didn't waste time, either, and quickly pushed that maddening chain aside. Fury then immediately started massaging the Amazon's aching clit.
"Hera!" the raven-maned heroine gasped, eyes wide. "Mercy!"
Wonder Woman looked around at all the eager eyes watching her being conquered and molested, being sexually CLAIMED by Fury. No one wanted to miss a single second. Every man she saw owned a raging hard-on pressing at the inside of his pants. Even the women were panting, some caressing or pinching their own tits and nipples.
"Please, not in front of everyone."
"Yes, in front of everyone," Fury said as she moved to Wonder Woman's left side and dropped to both knees. She pressed up close, thrusting her own - quite spectacular - tits into the Amazon's side. Her right hand never left Wonder Woman's hypersensitive clit. "Their reward for helping to defeat you is to watch as I conquer you, as I reduce you to nothing." Her left hand started caressing the Amazon Princess's shapely, silky smooth hiney. "As I make you my WILLING slave and fuck toy."
Wonder Woman tried to struggle again, as she felt Fury's fingers start to toy with her puckered asshole. Then Fury reached even further up under her, to her sopping wet cunt, and thrust a finger up her vagina. Fury soon had the well-endowed Amazon Princess grunting in rhythm with her thrusts, and Wonder Woman grunted louder each time she added another finger, until she had four fingers up the Amazing Amazon's cunt.
"You are a monster, Fury!"
It was almost too much to handle. The Amazon Princess knew that any second now, Fury would ball up her fist and pound her into sexual submission. Again. But just before Wonder Woman reached the brink, Fury pulled her left hand out of her captive's cunt. But she wasn't through. Fury thrust her hot, wet tongue in her prisoner's ear, and then shoved a pussy juice-soaked, latex-sheathed finger up the Amazon's asshole.
"Aaayyy," Wonder Woman cried. "If you let me go now I promise NEVER to return to The Downs, no matter what!"
"Too late," Fury said. Then her right hand shifted, and her fingers started exploring the hapless heroine's aching cunt again, pushing two fingers up that well-lubricated vagina right away. "You came back too many times. About ONE time too many, it would seem, Wonder Fuck."
"Great Hera!" Wonder Woman screamed. "I can't take it any longer."
Being finger-fucked in the twat and ass was more than poor Wonder Woman could withstand. That liquid heat consumed her body, and she felt that tidal wave of ecstasy slam into her, and the climax ripped through her quivering body.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyhhhhhhhhh!" she cried. "Oh, Great Hera, why? Why are you doing this to me?"
"Duh, dominatrix," Fury said, grinning with wicked glee. "Dominating is my job, and my supreme pleasure." Then she removed her dripping hands leaned in close to Wonder Woman's ear. "Now, Diana, you have a decision to make. Yield to me. Yield to all my darkest desires. Or I will tell the world your secret identity. Then I will sell you to your most feared enemy. Now is the moment of truth."
With that, Fury stood up. She motioned to a staff member, who placed a plain wooden stool before Wonder Woman. The Amazing Amazon looked at it warily. Then, from behind, Fury dramatically lifted her leather-sheathed leg and placed her spike-heeled booted foot on the stool. Wonder Woman gawked at the shiny leather boot, not knowing what was coming next, just knowing that she wasn't going to like it.
"Lick it," Fury commanded. "I order you, Wonder Woman, my slave, to lick the heel of my boot."
Wonder Woman almost swooned. Fury really wanted her to be a sex slave. She wanted to be Wonder Woman's MISTRESS. If she obeyed and licked that heel, licked that boot, then she would be acknowledging Fury as her mistress, be confirming to everyone that she was defeated, tamed, and Fury's fuck-toy slave girl.
The alternative was to have her secret identity revealed and sold to her worst enemy. She wouldn't live to see the sun rise if that happened.
Wonder Woman looked around at all the expectant faces. They all wanted her to submit, to yield up her body and soul to Fury. There was no salvation in their faces. Not a single face showed the least bit of sympathy.
"Yes.... m-mistress," she croaked out, leaning forward and parting her full red lips.
She heard a gasp at her words, followed by a sharp intake of breath as she extended her hot, wet tongue. Then the crowd groaned sensuously as she ran the tip of her tongue from the bottom to the top of the six-inch stiletto.
The crowd roared with approval and victorious joy. Wonder Woman closed her eyes and continued to lick the shiny black heel for several more minutes, up until Fury stopped her with a gentle touch to the top of her head. Then Fury seized the tiara and starting pulling it off.
"The Amazon Princess is no more," Fury said loudly and proudly, removing Wonder Woman's tiara. She placed the tiara upon her own head. "Long may the Amazon SLAVE SLUT fuck."
Fury kicked the stool away, and then used her booted foot to shove Wonder Woman onto the floor, face-down. The tight, restrictive bonds didn't allow the Amazon much freedom of movement, so Wonder Woman ended up on her belly, hands helplessly at her sides, and feet sticking straight up in the air. Her pussy and asshole were, of course, plainly in view and easily accessible.
The delighted dominatrix strutted around her newly conquered slave girl and accepted the wild accolades of her faithful. She soon stopped in front of Wonder Woman, and placed her right foot inches from her slave's quivering lips.
"Kiss it, slave," she commanded, blue eyes flashing.
"Yes, mistress," Wonder Woman said, and slowly pressed her lips to the toe of Fury's boot.
"That's a good little slave girl, Wonder Slave," Fury purred. Then she looked around. "Time to share my bounty. Time to let EVERYONE bang the shit out of Wonder Woman!"
Soon after, the straps were removed from her legs, and she was bent over a chair. Wonder Woman's ankles were tied to the legs of that chair. Then a big man stepped up in front of her, and unzipped. He pulled out his cock and pressed it against her lips. Closing her eyes, Wonder Woman let him part her full red lips, and started sucking. Meanwhile, another man came up behind her and quickly mounted her asshole.
Wonder Woman was fucked long and hard that night. Only her Amazon body's phenomenal endurance and healing abilities allowed her to survive it. She was fucked in every way imaginable, tied up in every conceivable position, and forced to perform acts of debauchery so despicable, demeaning, and humiliating that she couldn't believe she didn't go mad, or just die.
"Time's up," Fury said around dawn. Wonder Woman was on all fours, licking the boots of the red leather dominatrix she'd beat up earlier in the evening, while Johnny reamed her out doggie-style. All the Amazon wore were her red boots and a black leather dog collar. "I'm taking my slave and going to bed, boys and girls."
Fury snapped a long leather leash to Wonder Woman's collar. Then, forcing her newly tamed and claimed slave girl to crawl, the exultant dominatrix walked the raven-maned beauty to the stairs. The crowd fell silent as they enjoyed the sight before them. Several even made comments about how beautiful Wonder Woman was now. They especially commented on how delicious her heavy tits looked hanging and swaying below her crawling body. The defeated Amazon kept crawling, not acknowledging any comments. Wonder Woman then silently preceded Fury up the stairs, still on all fours.
As it turned out, Fury occupied the club's entire top floor. Part of it was her dominatrix "playroom", where she entertained clients. The rest was a splendidly appointed penthouse. The floor was hardwood, and the furnishings black leather. Expensively attired men and women occupied the luxurious living room. Wonder Woman was stopped once she reached the middle of an enormous polar bear skin rug.
"Kneel, Wonder Slave."
"Yes, Mistress Fury."
The raven-maned Amazon rolled back on her legs, spread her knees wide, and thrust her globular white tits out. The poise favored by Fury for her slaves.
"Wonder Slave, meet my associates," Fury said, a twinkle in her eyes. "These are the other men and women who own you and your services."
Looking around, Wonder Woman recognized a few of the associates as notorious smugglers and double agents. Men and women known or at least suspected of dealing in guns, drugs, and other illegal trafficking. Including selling US Government secrets.
"My friends, not only do you see the newly vanquished and enslaved Wonder Woman kneeling submissively before you, but one very annoying IADC agent, named Diana Prince," Fury said. Several of the others widened their eyes at that name, and they looked at her more closely. Soon, even they were smiling wickedly and nodding. "Yes, some of you now see it. I thought I had finished off Diana Prince last night. I do believe you've all watched the video of those delightful hours, or at least some of the highlights."
Wonder Woman's mind reeled. Her rape and subjugation had been videotaped last night? What about tonight?
"Diana," Fury commanded. "Kiss my boot."
After more than ten hours of intense obedience training downstairs, the enslaved super heroine responded without thought. She sensuously crawled the short distance to Fury's feet and immediately bent low to press her swollen red lips to the toe of her mistress's shiny black boot.
"Kneel."
"Yes, Mistress Fury."
Once again, the once-mighty and proud Amazon Princess assumed the prescribed kneeling position and pose.
"Not so arrogant now, heh?" Damian Trotters said. He was a known arms and information trafficker.
"No, master," Wonder Woman said, feeling her face burning in shame.
"She'll be out later to entertain you all," Fury said. "But first, I need a little romp with my newest slave before I retire for a few hours. While I'm sleeping, she'll return to sate all of your darkest desires." With that, Fury tugged on the leash and said, "Slave, heel."
The redheaded dominatrix led Wonder Woman away. To her bedroom. Wonder Woman, to her shock, found her entire costume in the room. Tacked to the wall above the bed was everything, save the tiara that Fury still wore and the boots and earrings that Wonder Woman still wore. Shorts, bustier, girdle, lasso, and bracelets were all displayed on that wall.
"How dare you look at my battle trophies, much less so longingly," Fury said, furious. She picked up a riding crop and slapped it brutally across Wonder Woman's shapely white rump. The brutalized Amazon cried out, frozen in place by the intense pain. "Do you covet my belongings, slave?"
"No, mistress!"
CRACK! went the riding crop across her shoulders.
"Swear to me as an Amazon Princess you will NEVER so much as touch an article on that wall unless I command you to do so," Fury demanded.
"I swear it, mistress."
"Swear what?"
"I swear to you, on my honor as a Princess of the Amazons, that I will never for any reason so much as touch an article of my Wonder Woman costume, unless it is ordered by you personally," Wonder Woman said with a supreme look of despair upon her too-beautiful face. "I am yours, Mistress Fury, in all ways."
Fury motioned for Wonder Woman to help her undress. Wonder Woman found an amazing number of straps and buckles on her dominatrix costume. But after five minutes, Fury had been stripped completely naked. Then Wonder Woman helped her dress for bed: stiletto-heeled fuck-me pumps and dog collar.
The redheaded dominatrix arranged herself on the bed, and motioned for Wonder Woman.
"Come to me, Diana. Show me what you can do with those gorgeous lips and hot tongue."
Wonder Woman swallowed hard, before crawling up at the end of the bed. She crawled as sensuously as she could up the bed, until she was straddling her mistress on all fours. Then she gently lowered her shapely body down atop Fury, and pressed her lips into Fury's bright red lips. She felt their large tits press together, and even felt their bikini-waxed pubic mounds pressing and rubbing against each other.
"Mmmmmmm," they both groaned low.
Wonder Woman enjoyed the feel of that deep, lipstick kiss, savoring the greasy feel of their full lips sliding across each other as their tongues played and teased underneath. They kissed like that, writhing and grasping compulsively at each other, for a good fifteen minutes, before Fury's super-sexy slave began kissing her way down Fury's throat.
"Good girl, Wonder Slave," Fury purred. She started when her slave found her tits and nipples. "Oh! Ha, surprised me a little. Oh yes, you know how to take care of a woman's breasts, don't you, my pet?"
"I try, Mistress Fury," Wonder Woman said, and then returned to sucking on Fury's rock-hard nipple, letting her right hand glide across her mistress's belly, and down to plunge into Fury's moist pussy.
Wonder Woman began massaging Fury's engorged clitoris. The dominatrix sharply sucked in her breath. The vanquished super heroine smiled around Fury's nipple, pleased to find her mistress already very wet and ready. Then, stimulating nothing but nipple and clit, Wonder Woman quickly brought her subjugator and mistress to a powerful climax.
"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Wonder Woman immediately lowered her face to Fury's musky nether region. She spread Fury's nether lips with her thumbs and buried her face in Fury's snatch. Fury grabbed thick handfuls of silky black hair and hung on tightly as her back arched and she began panting like an overheated dog.
The sexy super heroine proceeded to bring her mistress to five more soul-numbing orgasms with just her lips and tongue. She didn't stop until Fury gently pushed her away.
"I'll sleep good now," Fury said dreamily. Then her eyes flashed blue fire. "Now, slave, to all fours."
On all fours in the middle of Fury's bed, Wonder Woman swallowed hard and felt her body starting to change as Fury moved around behind her. She knew what was about to happen now.
"How long do I have before you, as Diana Prince, have to report back to the IADC?" Fury asked as she inserted two fingers up Wonder Woman's cunt.
"Two weeks, Mistress," the Amazon gasped, clutching desperately at the sheets with perfectly manicured hands.
"Good, you'll be exquisitely trained by then," Fury said, inserting a third finger.
That liquid heat infused her body in an erotic rush. She felt her titanic tits swell and the skin tauten on them, as if engorged with milk. Her nipples became hypersensitive, as did the entirety of her nether regions. Her whole body was on fire with the heat of need and desire.
"Oh, Mistress," she groaned. "You make me so weak. Soooo weak."
Fury inserted that fourth finger, and her hand went all the way in up to her thumb. She started pumping Wonder Woman's pussy hard and fast.
"Ugh! Hera!" the raven-maned beauty cried. "I can't.... I..... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!"
The orgasm ripped through Wonder Woman, leaving her all but drained and quivering all over. And still Fury pounded away at her terribly overused and abused cunt. Indeed, as soon as the climax subsided, Fury curled her thumb in and formed a fist. That fist was rammed straight up Wonder Woman's vagina.
"OH! Sweet..... Ugh!" Wonder Woman cried, eyes wide and full red lips quivering. "Hera! I'm not strong enough!"
Fury began hammering her fist up Wonder Woman in renewed fury. Her eyes were afire. She knew the time was at hand. The final breaking of Wonder Woman, and the true birth of Wonder Slave.
Squish-squish! Squish-squish! Squish-squish!
Fury fist-fucked Wonder Woman like she'd never fist-fucked anyone before. She truly showed the Amazed Amazon what the Fists of Fury meant. And in thirty minutes of serious hammering, she tore another six bone-rattling climaxes out of the helpless heroine.
"Ugh! Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeeee," Wonder Woman groaned, as that sixth climax claimed her body and soul. Fury watched as Wonder Woman's soft pink tongue, wet and hot, slipped out to lick those luscious lips. "Oooohhhhhh, Hera, I am so weak. It is Hercules all over, for I have been conquered."
"Say it again!"
"I am conquered!"
Fury ripped her hand out of Wonder Woman and shoved the Amazon off the bed.
"Get out, slave," Fury commanded. "Go out and submit to the men and women in the living room. Obey them as if they were me. Please them in every way they ask, and do not hesitate to obey any command."
"Yes, Mistress Fury," Wonder Woman said wearily.
She dragged herself to all fours, and slowly began crawling toward the door. Fury watched with hooded eyes, not far from passing out in exhaustion herself. It had been a long night conquering the legendary super heroine.
"In two weeks, Diana Prince will return to work," Fury said. Wonder Woman stopped in place. "Only she will be working for me. You will begin stealing secrets for me, my lovely pet."
"Yes, Mistress Fury," she said softly, and crawled out of the bedroom.
THE END