Wonder
Woman: A Mile in Her Stilettoes
By ABashful1
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Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction written for nonprofit enjoyment of adult
superheroine fans. Wonder Woman, Justice League and other heroes, heroines, and
super villains use in this story are the sole property of DC Comics.
Summary: This story is set prior to the New 52 in the DC Universe. After
reading Wonder Woman: Joker's Play Date by Blacknite13 (one of my favorite
authors here) I was inspired to write this story set in the darker
neighborhoods of the already grim city of Gotham. Of course, any story of Gotham City is rife
with corruption, but this also has one of my favorite story elements, mind
control.
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The crowd surrounded them like a
stormy sea about a foundering sail boat. This was the fifth place from the
Narrows to the Bowery that Wonder Woman had come looking for clues to the
deaths as well as the epidemic of complete mental breakdowns of Gotham City's
homeless but while each place was teaming with transients in their makeshift
shelters, this was the first that had anyone willing to talk. Even here, the
heroine got nothing but noncommittal responses to her question until one old
man spoke. As a young woman denied knowing anything about the last person
checked into Arkham, old Jesse shouted out "Quit
your lying girl. You know as well as I do that that young fella talked to Andy
and all the others that disappeared. He shows up with food and clothes for us,
but it's just a trap I tell ya! Its bait for us to
nibble and before you know it, you’re gone too."
People surged out of their hovels and
joined in the conversation. Some tried
to discourage the old man from talking as they shouted "What the hell you
think you're doing pal?" "Jesse, don't you dare speak ill of that
nice man!" "Man, don't tell her shit!" Others tried to discredit him to the heroine "Don't
listen to the old coot lady. He'll lie his ass
off." “Yeah, ask him about the aliens that visit him, that’s a good yarn
too.” Still others confronted the Amazon directly “Who do you think you are
lady?” “You’re all nice and helpful when
you want something, but where are you when we need you?” “Go on back to your
palace ‘Princess’. We serfs don’t need you or your snooping
around here!”
Wonder Woman tried to get the old man
away where they could talk in private, but he just shooed her away “Hands off
young lady! I didn’t give you no call to try to carry
me off. I’m not afraid of these folks and anything I can say to you they can
hear. I’m no sneak. These are my friends and I’m not
budging!”
The Amazing Amazon shouted over the
din “As you wish, sir. Please tell me what you know.” It was hard to hear over the yelling, but
soon old Jesse outlined how the man first showed up with food and
supplies. He talked to all the people
here and seemed to really be trying to get to know them. The guy seemed nice and sincere but always
seemed really interested in helping the people with crippling addictions and
psychological issues but it was the most desperate cases like the crack addicts
or the terminally ill that he really spend the most time with. Those he took to the side for long private
talks. Some left with him and never came back, but those that stayed never
spoke a word about what was said. After hearing the stories Diana asked “You
wouldn’t happen to know where to find this young man, would you?”
Jesse nodded and pointed to an old
abandoned factory on the shoreline “Andy was a good friend, even if I knew I
had to watch my stuff around him. You know crackheads… Can’t help themselves. When that addiction kicks in they would steal
their momma’s eye teeth for a hit. Anyway, before he said his goodbyes he said
he was going to the old Dixon Systems factory over there. If you’re going
there, best be on your toes lady. No one that’s left here has ever come back!”
Wonder Woman grasped the old man’s
hand as she prepared to leave and said “An Amazon always does, my friend. Fare
well.”
The factory was almost a quarter mile
away, but that was barely a hop for the powerful superheroine. Soon she was standing over an open skylight
looking down on the abandoned factory floor, but this facility looked anything
but disused. While the exterior windows
were all painted black to block unwanted eyes, inside the lights were on, the
floor was clean and there was fairly modern equipment running. It was obvious
that someone, whether intruder or not, had set up residence here.
As she leaned in, she could hear
someone talking off to the right. As the sexy Amazon changed her position to
get a better look she spied a man in a lab coat making notes into a recording
device “All the work of the last year has lead up to this moment. I can’t begin
to express my thanks to those that selflessly helped to test the process but
now we are ready.”
He was a man in his late 20s of
moderate height and build. His full, dark brown hair was neatly cropped in a
conservative cut that made good use of his natural wavy hair. His ice blue eyes and lighter skin tone were
offset by his dark, neatly trimmed beard.
From his look and vocabulary, he was obviously an educated man well in
tune with gentlemanly fashion, but as he approached a large apparatus to his
left, the heroine’s blood ran cold. The handsome man continued “Our subject is
resting comfortably as she process continues.
Soon we will know if we have success or failure.”
A beautiful young woman laid peacefully in the high tech equipment as it hummed and
bathed her in a rainbow of light. Her
head was strapped in a metal helmet with its own patter of circuitry and probes
that flashed in tune with the lights but even through the face plate, Wonder
Woman recognized the woman. Her name was
Tina and she was a prostitute in her early 20s.
The Amazing Amazon had encountered the girl many times. She was a sweet and energetic girl, but quite
submissive to men. In the four years
that she had known her, Diana had tried four times to help the girl leave this
life behind her, even going so far as taking her to a Central City women’s
shelter to recover. Each time the girl was right back with her pimp within a
week. It seemed that while her mind recognized the need to change and the
spirit was willing, her resolve could not stand up to the wiles of the flesh.
Wonder Woman’s blood churned to a
full boil as she watched. This poor girl was defenseless against a predator
like this scientist. Whether a hooker or not, it was women like Tina that were
the core of the Amazon Ambassador’s charter here in Man’s world. This fool may
have thought the girl a nobody… Someone he could use
as casually as a toothpick, but the rage in Diana’a
heart demanded answer for this atrocity.
Glass sprayed across the factory
floor as Wonder Woman smashed the skylight in her haste. The scientist turned in surprise but it was
too late as the Amazon grabbed him by the throat and jacked him off his feet.
The man gasped “Wait… It’s not… What you think!
I’m helping her!”
Diana shook him like a rag doll as
she growled “Of course you are. Like you
helped Andy Russel to a complete cognitive shutdown?
There are at least four others that have died and a dozen that are in similar
degenerative states. Were you helping
them?”
Fury flushed the face of the
scientist as he growled back “YES, I WAS! Andy’s crack habit had seriously
damaged his heart. It was only a matter
of time before he took a hit and his heart exploded! The same goes for everyone
I worked on up until now. Each one was either dying of some incurable disease
or their addiction had damn near killed them already. Each AND EVERY ONE knew
EXACTY what the odds were of success and failure. They chose the chance of
having what little life they had left free of addiction over even death or
coma. It was their choice! And, I’ll have you know, for every setback, there
were 50 that were cured of their addictions. ”
The Amazon’s feral sneer never left
her face as she unfurled her lasso and growled “Well, whatever your goals and
excuses are, I will not allow this abomination to continue. I will wrap you in my lasso and you will tell
me how to help this poor girl. You had
better prey to Zeus almighty that she is well.”
Before the heroine could put the
mystic coils about her captive, something wet was placed over her mouth and
nose from behind. The attacker’s timing
was perfect as the Amazon sucked in a breath before she knew her danger but as
Diana’s head began spinning, the attacker clamped the rag tightly and hung on
for dear life. The Amazon dropped the man and tried to spin about, but the attacker
rode her back like a monkey. In the
meantime, the scientist grabbed a heavy light stand and rammed the flailing
heroine in the midsection with all his strength. Normally, this would not have had any effect
on the powerful Amazon, but with the large adrenaline rush flowing through his
veins and the chloroform in her system he was able to get Diana to expel a
large amount of air and cause her to gasp in even more of the intoxicating
chemical.
As her vision quickly fogged, the
heroine tried desperately to dislodge the person on her back, but while she
tried to grab at the legs locked about her midsection, the man caught her hands
in her own lasso. Diana gasped as the lasso’s power flowed through her body
while the man cooed gently “Take it easy Wonder Woman. Relax and breathe nice
deep even breaths. That’s it… Nothing to fight. Just
relax and let the Chloroform do its job.”
As the Amazon flopped lifelessly on
the floor, the scientist dropped the lasso and lunged for the assailant. As the
couple hugged warmly he spoke “Thanks Tina, I was so worried that Wonder Woman
interrupted the process. Are you OK?”
Tina smiled excitedly at the man and
cooed “Hell yeah, hun! I never felt better and no
need to thank me. You know I would do anything for you Peter!”
Peter smiled warmly as he hugged the
girl again but he quickly let go and grabbed something from his medicine
cabinet. As he turned back to the
heroine, he placed a facemask on Wonder Woman and said “This mask has enough
chloroform to keep even her out for a couple hours. It will help us get out of
here, but not much more than that. Within an hour of her waking there will be authorities
looking for us worldwide and we can’t leave anything here... It’s just too
dangerous.”
Tina looked down at the helpless
heroine and smiled wickedly as she replied “We don’t have to leave anything and
we’ll be long gone before the authorities even think of looking for us.” As the picked up the Golden Lasso she
continued “We have all the tools we need to make a clean getaway.”
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Diana basked in the warm glow of the
most erotic dreams she had ever had. Her breath came in gasping heaves as wave
after wave of lusty passion flowed through her body. Her erogenous zones were
on fire as her dream lovers took her again and again. Heroes, villains,
politicians, even every day men had their way with her over and over
again. As she furiously fingered herself
while her free hand mauled her supple breast, her dreams grew stronger. The men
took her three at a time and before long, she wasn’t sure if it wasn’t she who
was having her way with them.
As the last mind shattering orgasm
shook her to her roots, Diana finally awoke from the glorious delirium that
held her rapt for so long. Although her
form was sheathed in her own sweat and cum, she felt delightfully energized and
ready to face the day.
As she rose from the cot, she
realized that this was not her apartment and she quickly inspected her
surroundings. She found herself in a
small room with just a cot, chair, and two doors. The first door led to the hall while the
second was to a private bathroom. She
signed in relief as she found her uniform neatly hung on the back of the
bathroom door, complete with her belt and lasso. There was no mistaking the
authenticity of the objects as their familiar pulse of power passed through her
on touch.
Since all was where it belonged, her
first order of business was getting cleaned up.
Soon the Amazon basked in the heat of a well needed shower. As the
steamy air fogged the glass door, it seemed to clear her mind. She remembered
the ‘abandoned’ factory and the mad scientist performing experiments on people
he deemed expendable and her fury rose again.
As she crushed the soap in her hand, Diana growled “There will be a reckoning,
bastard; for you and your accomplice.
This I swear!”
As Diana left the factory, she
realized that it was just after dusk and she had been out for over 10 hours.
Still they could not have gone far as they had taken the time to clean all the tech out of the place first. Wonder Woman smiled
wickedly as she reached for her JLA communicator. The heroine purred “Let the
fools discover that even the Flash is not faster than a radio!” but as she
touched it, a strange sense of anxiety washed over her. Images of police road
blocks and heroes scanning every square inch of the countryside with
super-vision, telepathy, and magic made her shudder in terror. As she forced herself back to a calm state,
she realized that she just crushed her communicator.
Wonder Woman snarled in fury “It
makes no difference! I will not be denied!” With a leap, Diana landed on the
factory roof and began making her way to where she left her invisible jet. She
didn’t make it two blocks before the sound of police sirens startled her. As
she looked at the flashing lights moving at high speed up the street her heart
beat like she was in an all-out fight with a Kryptonian. For a woman that had never known fear, she
was beginning to get quite well acquainted with it. A deep breath cleared her
emotions before she said “Here in the Bowery, GCPD are frequent sights. All I need to do is find a cruiser and have
them radio in the description of my perpetrators!”
Again, sheer terror shook her to her
core. Visions of corrupt cops arresting
and booking her like a common street walker flashed across her eyes. She saw
herself locked away in the precinct without her belt or lasso and surrounded by
slutty whores. The cops would sneak in and make the girls perform for them if
they would set them free and before long it was her turn. As the image of a fat
ugly cop fucking her with a night stick while she deep throated him disgusted
her back to reality. The Amazing Amazon held her head as she moaned “Merciful
Gods! What is wrong with me?” After a moment she looked up in realization “That
drug they used on me… It must have some emotion manipulating properties, like
Crane’s fear gas. That must be it! Well, I am an Amazon warrior and will not be
conquered by such subterfuge!”
Diana stared intently as she judged
the distance from this roof to the next building across the boulevard. She
needed to cross it to get to her jet, but it should be no problem for her. As
she looked she noted the prostitutes working the street and realized that the
next building was the Chez Ritz; the hooker hotel that Tina had worked in
before that maniac experimented on her. Again rage filled the Amazon as she
began her running start but as she took her last step, another police siren
went off and spoiled her concentration. Her moment of fear caused her to
misstep baldy and before she knew it, she smashed through a fourth floor window
and directly into the reinforced concrete load baring column of the 120 year
old structure. The building was old, but
it was built in days where craftsmanship mattered and it fared better than the panicked
woman that struck it at 40+ miles per hour.
Wonder Woman’s head swam with
distorted visions as she tried to rally her thoughts but it was a sexy man’s
voice that first broke through her confusion as he laughed “Damn girl, what
were you thinkin? Did that dick head Earnest talk you
into trying his crazy building jumping bungee thing? And what’s with the
Halloween costume? I mean you’re killin it with those
smoking hot curves of yours but shit like this could get ya
capped in this neighborhood.”
Diana smiled seductively as she
looked the handsome man in his rugged face. From his looks she would guess he
was originally from Southeast Asia but his accent told her he had been here
since he was a kid. His well-muscled
body put a tingle in her erogenous zones, but not nearly as much as his bad boy
looks. His feet were clad in leather biker boots over his torn jeans. His skin
tight crimson tank top hugged his solid torso so tightly that she could clearly
see his six pack abs through it. Gold chains and rings adorned his neck and
fingers. Best of all, his long hard cock rubbed enticingly against her swollen
pussy so wonderfully, even if her uniform and his pants were in the way. As he
straddled the reclining heroine’s hips, he moved his crotch so enticingly over
her it drove her mad with longing. She wanted to say something suggestive, but
suddenly realized just how much liberty he was taking with the Amazon
Princess. She mustered all the
indignation she could, but it sounded more like a meek acceptance of the
situation “Umm, thanks for the concern, sir, but why exactly are
you perched on me like that?”
The bad boy laughed so erotically it
melted what was left of her defiance as he replied “Hey sweet cheeks, I run
this place. The name is Slash and only my girls work here. I figure a hot babe
like you drops out of the sky into my ho hotel and
it’s a gift from God. You’re just too hot to let get away!” He leaned in close
before he purred “Face it baby, it was meant to be. You’re my
ho now and it’s time for your new job orientation!”
His words had a strange effect on the
heroine. She had never felt so complemented in her life and his desire made
Diana happier than she could ever remember being. Still, she was a role model
for millions of women and couldn’t allow her desires to deter her from her
duties, at least not until the pimp kissed her. As his tongue explored her
mouth freely, so did his hands explore her plush sexy body.
Wild erotic energy pulsed from her tits as Slash expertly fondled them. Her
mind screamed for her to resist but her body was awash in primal need as she
returned the lusty embrace. She could taste the cigarettes on the man’s breath
as they shared their passion and while it would normally disgust her, it only
made him even hotter to her. In fact, for the first time in her life she
actually craved one herself, but she felt like her life was spinning out of
control.
As Slash released her mouth and
started to nuzzle her neck, Diana found the will to speak as she gasped “No…
Slash… Oh, GOD! I... I can’t… Mmmm… Stop!”
The heroine’s head was spinning now.
She never wanted anything more than to just give in to this man. To do anything
he wanted, but she was an Amazon Princess and that required far more restraint
than to fall into that erotic trap, but she had to giggle when the man replied
to her pleas “Yeah, baby, I know. I know. I can’t stop now either. You are just
so fuckin hot. I want to fuck you day and night for ever and ever. But you know
what the best part of being my girl? We will be fuckin over and over again for
years and years to come. Promise!”
Of course this sex addled male would
think that she was coming on to him. He probably never had a woman resist his
embrace before, but her will was making a comeback now. Diana cooed “No. Not
that. I’m a… Ohhh…” Diana arched her back as Slash
massaged her damp clit. The erotic sensations practically shut down her brain
but still she tried to continue “I’m a hhhhh… A hhhh…”
Every time she tried to talk he
flicked her clit and pinched a nipple which acted like lightning bolts of lusty
heat overloading her brain. The effect made her stutter, but he finished her
sentence “Yeah, I know. You’re a *whore*. You’re *my whore* and you love it,
right?”
Her head lolled back and forth as she
tried to concentrate “No… No… I’m an Ama…. An Ama… Ama…”
He smiled wickedly at the slut as she
melted at his touch and continued his playing “Right, you’re an *amazing* piece
of *fuck meat*! You’re an incredible slutty bit of *cock candy*. You are *so*
made for fucking, guys will be lining up and mortgaging their houses to fuck
your fine ho ass! You’re gonna love working the
street baby.”
It was insane how much she loved his
words. She should have been insulted and rife with rage, but instead she was
enjoying his appreciation of her hot needy body. Her mind fought for control
but his maddening foreplay was winning the battle. He moved down to her right
nipple and chewed it between skilled teeth as he continued his adoration of her
other tit and clit. Now the feeling was so intense she could not resist any
longer. Her mind drifted into submissive acceptance of her conqueror. When she
stopped trying to talk, he let her bask in his attentions for a few long
minutes before he continued his pillow talk “Come on, sexy, I want to hear you
say it. Tell me now that you’re my ho and you love it!”
Diana was on pure sexual auto-piolet
as she purred “Yes… YES… I’m your whore, Slash. I’m your whore and I *love*
it!” Even with her mind on hold, she
knew she was committing to something but she didn’t care right now. It felt
wonderful to please this man. She would do anything to earn his acceptance. She
needed to obey him.
Diana was too lost in her sexual
nirvana to realize it, but the pimp had already stripped her and had his long
hot dick ready for action. Her legs were already apart to give her lover
unrestricted access to her cunt, but now that he thrust his bitch tamer deep
into her hot twat, her brain was fried. She began spouting what she knew he
wanted to hear “Oh YESSS… I’m your ho baby! I’m Fuck Meat! I’m Cock Candy! I’ll
do anything for you! I’ll work the street. I’ll sell my body. I’m yours baby.
I’m YOURS!”
For two hours Slash fucked his new
girl every way he could and she not only accepted it, she reveled in it. As he
took her to the shower, he explained the realities of her new job while they
cleaned each other. Soon she was dressed and made up for the street. Her gold
spandex tube top showcased her amazing rack like a neon sign. Her matching
stilettoes made her glorious ass and tits stick out all that much more and her
black fishnet stockings encased her long legs sexily all the way up to her crotchless garter belt. Of course, her skin tight black
leather micro mini skirt barely covered the garter belt let alone her exposed
virtue. There was no mistaking what she was going to be doing on the street
either, at least based on her heavy slutty makeup.
By 10:00, Diana was on her assigned
corner with Slash and eagerly looking for action. It didn’t take long for
someone to stop with a hot babe like her on the street. Before she knew it, a sedan pulled to the
corner and rolled down the passenger window. Without a glimmer of resistance, the
addled Amazon slinked over to the car like a minx in heat and she could see the
effect it had on the man. In a slow sexy motion, the new ho bent at the hip
slowly so the drooling man could savor the view of her world class cleavage
sink into view. Once her gorgeous face was leaning into the car, Diana purred “Hiya Tiger. I’m Di. Lookin for a date?”
The man fumbled for his wallet as he
stuttered “Holy shit! Oh *fuck* yeah I want a date. What can I get for $100?”
Diana could see the wallet and could
tell he had over $300 in there. She smiled a crooked little grin as she
pretended to think about it, but she knew what she was going to say “Well,
sweetie, it’ll get you one hell of a humming blow job or maybe a quickie, but I
can tell a big stud like you is too much man to get off that quick. Normally I
would say $300 for a good hard *fuck*, but tell you what… For $300, I’ll give
you the hummer and a real good hard fuck.”
Di massaged her ample cleavage as she cooed “Whatcha
say honey? Do ya want me? Do ya
want to take me long and hard?”
Slash had to chuckle at how the
newbie worked the guy. He was use to his ability to make honest women want to
be his, but she acted like she’d been doing this for years. As the man handed
her the money, both Slash and Di were satisfied with her instincts. As she got
into the car to guide her first john to the parking for the hotel, she winked
at her pimp. The Amazon within still slept, but the whore was having the time
of her life.
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For over two weeks, Di was the toast
of the Bowery. She worked the mean streets at least 12 hours a day, every day
and was already Slash’s best ho. In fact, she was having so much fun it took a
full week before she even remembered being Wonder Woman, but it was more than
three days after that before she cared in the least about it. Slowly her senses
began to return but she had to admit she had very little shame in turning
tricks. She had to face it that her body was in dire need of lots and lots of hot
sex and this was a great way of getting it. On top of that, she absolutely
adored Slash. She craved his attention and admiration like a drug. That man owned her body and soul and not only
did nothing she ever knew make her happier; she wouldn’t have it any other way.
No, the only thing she regretted was how easily she was conquered.
Di was a very different woman than
Diana had been. She was, for lack of a better term, far less couth for one
thing. She swore like a sailor, acted
like a skank, drank like a fish and smoked like a chimney. Her once heroic views
had also taken a sharp turn toward the clearly criminal. Her deep attraction to bad boys and the sheer
army of both ex and future cons in Gotham had provided her a vast education on
all matters unsavory. Better still, many
of those skills she had already practiced to perfection. She now gladly rolled
customers that didn’t show respect. She picked pockets, helped to blackmail people
and even stole a couple cars in that time. If it was something Slash wanted,
she treated it like a commandment from the Gods and had no moral difficulties
from there on.
The unabashed whore smiled contentedly
as she lit her smoke and eyed the street expectedly. It was early afternoon on
a bright sunny day, so johns were a bit scarce but she never lasted long on the
street without a nibble and it was very, very rare that she didn’t hook every
nibble. As she looked back at the Chez Ritz she could clearly see Willow
playing with the boss. The gold gleam from her hip told the former Amazon that
they were playing ‘hapless heroine’ and in a minute Slash would put her on her
sexy ass and fuck her silly; after tying her up securely first. A lot of the
girls get off on it but Di was just as happy he didn’t play it with her. She
didn’t need reminders of once being a prude. No, she was much happier
celebrating her great slutty new life instead.
As often happened here on the street,
a cop car let loose a siren and screamed down the boulevard. She knew that
Slash had every cop in three precincts on his payroll so there was nothing to
worry about. Even if one did pick her up, it would be for show and after a
quick suck and fuck with them she would be back on the street, but she still
was terrified of the police and superheroes.
As the anxiety washed through her, she caught another gleam of gold
coming from Slash’s office and suddenly she realized what had changed. Di
growled “Why those dirty mother fuckers!
It wasn’t the chloroform! That shit wasn’t spiked with fear toxin and
aphrodisiacs. The pricks just used my own lasso on me! They made *damned* sure
I would be a skanky whore! Son of a bitch!”
Di wasn’t quite sure what she thought
of that. Part of her wanted to give them freebies in thanks, but there was a
long forgotten part of her that was flat out pissed about it. She didn’t like
people fucking with her mind. Her body, oh hell yeah as long as they paid or
Slash wanted it, but not her mind. As if to distract her, a sports car shifted
over into the parking lane for her and the slut smiled again. Time for work
now, but later she would be fixing this shit.
It was 4 AM before Di came back in
for the night. It was over 14 glorious hours on shift for her and while her
twat and ass tingled deliciously at the good use her johns made of her today,
it was her anger that fueled her on this late night. There were only three
girls left working at this hour and they all had customers upstairs, so now was
her chance.
Slash’s office was right next to his
room, but Di wasn’t worried about that. The loud dance music and excited laughter
coming from his room told her that he had Shelly, Christi, and Tania in there
getting their freak on and it would be another 3 hours before they collapsed
from exhaustion. She had to chuckle as she quickly worked a lock pick to open
the office. As a heroine she would have been clueless at how to do this, but
the whore had this down cold. She knew that Slash didn’t even have an
electronic surveillance system in there. Thanks to her constant contact with
bad boy criminals, she was now quiet expert in how to spot and evade them if
necessary.
As Di opened the office, her Amazon
eyes had no problem finding her way around the dark room. She quickly found the
closet and the object of her quest. With an evil grin she held the symbol of
purity up to her slutty body in front of the mirror with satisfaction. Her
deeply made up face looked great to her over the symbols of her office as she
purred “Mmmmm, this does look fun. I think I look a
lot hotter than Wonder Woman, but this bitch needs a little makeover. That neckline could use a major dip there. I
can’t even see a little nipple for Crist’s sake! And the crotch, that needs
snaps for fast access.”
Perverting her old uniform seemed so
hot to the slut, but she wasn’t here for that. Not tonight. Di put down her
uniform and began to strip. She wasn’t
sure how she felt about this, but once she removed the commands she would
probably want to start her old life back. In any case, she would likely have to
leave here in a hurry so she decided to put her uniform on now.
Soon she was fully dressed in her
Amazon Champion uniform and standing in front of the mirror again. She took the
lasso off the belt and looked at it for a minute. There would be no going back
once she did this and it took an enormous act of will to go through with it. As
she synched the lasso about her waist she felt the power surge through her and
her throat grew tight. The beautiful Amazon fought past the lump in her throat
as she forced herself to say “I command you to disregard the commands given by
the scientist and his ally when they captured me.”
Wonder Woman felt an odd surge of
terror pass through her as the lasso’s power washed over her. It was obvious
that the bastards did do something to her as she felt that something was
changed, but her feelings didn’t change at all. She still felt as slutty as
ever but suddenly a repressed memory played across her mind like a video
replay. In her vision Tina was sitting
in front of her smiling. The young girl waved as she spoke “Hi Wonder Woman. I
guess I owe you an apology. You see, the man you were threatening was my big
brother and I couldn’t let anyone hurt him.” The girl looked down sullenly
before she continued “I know you always tried to help me and honest to God I
appreciate it but you have to see, we had a pretty fucked up childhood. Our
parents were loaded but were as warm as an Artic breeze. Peter was brilliant so
he tried to get their love by harnessing his brain. By the time he was 23 he had 3 PhDs including
psychology, neural systems, and electrical engineering. On the other hand, I
played mommy’s little dress up doll. I followed her lead in fashion, social
matters, and everything girly. Thing is, neither of us did very well. Peter got
shipped off to university at 9 and well, I got sexually abused by Dad and Mom’s
friends. I was so needy of attention from men that I was easy prey. Just tell
me I was beautiful or desirable and I’d do anything for you. After one of the assholes
exposed me to my parents, who blamed me, not the pedophile prick, I ran away
from home and ended up here in Gotham. I was a dumb kid lost in a strange city
and that is where Slash, my pimp, found me. Anyway, in no time he had me so
hooked on him nothing could make me leave him for long.”
Tina paused for a minute before she
continued. As she brushed a tear from her eye she said “Well, enough of that.
It’s water under the bridge now. Anyway, Peter knew early on that I had… Problems. He used his great brain to try to help me. Each
time that you moved me to a woman’s shelter, he met me there and used his psychology
skills to try to help, but it was never enough. Still, he had a damn good
diagnosis of my issues… Extreme sex addiction, addictive personality, low self-image,
narcissism, submissive personality, wild fascination with bad boys and
criminals, crippling fear of police, moral ambiguity, self-medicating and more
kinks than the Karma Sutra, to name a few.” The woman stood up and turned a
full 360 in front of the heroine as she continued “But look at me now! I had
the balls to stand up to Wonder Woman. I don’t even crave a cigarette anymore
and you know I was a heavy smoker. He did it. He made me right; like I should
have been from the start.”
The former hooker took a more serious
expression as she continued “But there is something important you need to
know. Peter never used the treatment on
anyone that didn’t know what he was doing or what the odds were. These people
knew they didn’t have much time left on this Earth and they felt strongly that
the chance to spend the time they had left with a clear and unaddicted
mind was well worth the risk. You know what happened to the ones that died or
end up in Arkham, but do you know what happened to
the others? The ones that no one ever saw again? They
went home; to their real home. They spent their remaining time with loving
family. That is why no one saw them again.”
Tina walked closer to the heroine as
she went on “Now I have to tell you what we did to you. Peter didn’t want to do
this but we needed a good 24 hours to make our way out of here and we couldn’t
leave the equipment behind. Could you imagine what Slash or a supervillain
would do if they got ahold of this? They would reprogram anyone they wanted.
The whole damn town would go to hell in a heartbeat. If someone with some tech
chops found it that would be even worse. They could make hundreds, even
thousands of those things. No one would be safe. Anyway, we needed to buy some
time so we commanded you to find any excuse to stay in the Bowery for at least
24 hours after waking up. We told you not to use or even think of using your
lasso for that long as well. We commanded you not to consciously remember that
we used the lasso on you until you used it to free yourself but when you did
you would remember this message.”
Tina continued “Still, you must have
noticed all sorts of strange feelings and urges. Those are not the fault of the
lasso. You see, you needed a distraction and I thought that you would learn
more about life on the street if… You saw things through my eyes. I thought
walking a mile in my stilettoes would be a great learning experience for the Champion
of All Women. I mean, how can you represent people you don’t understand?
Anyway, I talked Peter into this and if he wasn’t certain the Lasso could undo
it, he never would have agreed. We used his treatment and imposed my disorders
on you. The only thing is the machine can only be used once on a person so it
can’t cure you like it did me, but your lasso can.”
Tina disappeared for a second as she
hugged Wonder Woman. When she came back into view she smiled “I know it’s been
a struggle for you but we added one last command with the lasso before we left.
We ordered you to use all your will to oppose the urges. We know you’re stronger
and more moral than either of us so we have no doubt you’ll be successful in
resisting, but you have to use the lasso to set your mind back the way it
was. Don’t wait too long to do it. Weird
shit happens in Gotham and the longer you wait, the more likely some psycho
will mess things up. Anyway, this is the last time you’ll see either of us.
Good bye, hun and good luck.”
As the vision cleared, Diana found
herself staring blankly at her reflection in the mirror. The heroine took a
deep breath as she realized that it wasn’t her weakness that conquered her
warrior spirit. Tina and Peter didn’t
mean her any harm, but their actions caused the Amazon’s life to take a wild,
drastic turn. The woman chuckled as she
looked at her salvation already wrapped about the waist and knew what she had
to do to fix this. She smiled brightly as she looked in the mirror and said “Di
the whore is the real you; not Wonder Woman, not Diana Prince, and sure as fuck
not Diana of Themiscaria. Live it, love it, and
nothing can change it, not even this fucking lasso. From now on the Lasso has
no power over me.”
As she felt the power of the lasso
wash over her for the last time, Di lit another cigarette and took a long drag
off it. She smiled evilly at her
reflection as she thought ‘One girls junk is anothers
treasure.’ Tina may not have wanted her ‘demons’ but they were absolute
blessings to Di. The randy whore smiled wickedly as she coiled her Lasso and
strutted over to the door to Slash’s room. With a kick
she sent the door flying open and said in a sexy growl “Hey bitches, I’m Wonder
Whore and I’m here to rock your world! Anyone wanna
play hapless heroine with me?”