Wonder Woman: Junkyard Dog
“This
wouldn’t be happening if we had a proper goddamned junkyard dog!”
Shouted the weathered old black man with the white crew cut and
three day stubble.
“You raise them too mean, and the
last one bit me! Besides, a dog wouldn’t save us from this.” His
son, darker, thinner, taller, and a lot more scared than his old man
whined.
“I know how to train a bitch. You only got bit
because they know you were a pussy. How you come out of a woman as
saintly as your mother from balls as big as mine and get none
yourself I cannot fucking understand. Ahh not that. Goddamn. Break
something cheap you fucking psychos!” The old man yelled.
Fred G. Sinford huddled in the crusher control of his junkyard, Sinford and Sons Junkyard, and cursed. He was a short, white haired, scruff bearded pot bellied early fifties black man with café au lait skin, a frequently broken nose and matching knuckles that showed he had been a fighter more times than was wise, and victor more times than should have been possible. He walked with the limp given him by the LAPD when the good white officers took offence to him shoving the emptied bottles of the Molotov cocktails the local white supremacists had intended to use to burn him out up the asses of the men he had caught and beaten in the attempt. It was fine to defend your property if you were a home and business owner, unless you were a black junkyard owner and the son of the mayor and former police chief were chicken wired to your fence with empty gasoline smelling bottles shoved up their assholes. That got your legs broken by law enforcement for being “uppity”.
That
was fine. His love of the LAPD at that point stopped his holding the
law and order line and caused the drift into running a more
successful chop shop that made his family fortune. Lamont, his son,
had gone to UCLA on the money said chop shop had made, only to
determine that crime was wrong, and never stop bothering his father
about the finer points of morality. Fred G. Sinford knew all about
morality. It was moral to build up a business, it was moral to stay
loyal to your wife as long as she lived. It was moral to look after
what was yours. It was moral to obey the law, right up until it
fucked you, and then you fucked back as hard as you could. Fred G
Sinford fucked back harder than any. His wife, Elizabeth, was the
first and only woman ever to take all 12” of his crankshaft
delivered with all the power of his work hardened muscle each and
every way his twisted mind could conceive to give it to her. She had
born him one son, Lamont, and died trying to birth a daughter. He
had never loved another woman. He’d fucked a few, but not one of
them could take his crank shaft without him having to hold back to
the point it was more effort than it was worth. Lamont had inherited
his equipment and got himself in trouble on campus when he got the
Ethics teacher pregnant. The six coeds he had been dating were
telling the truth about being on the pill but it seems their teacher
was bending the truth a bit, and when she presented her husband a
bouncing baby Sinford, it had lead to trouble, and the end of
Lamont’s scholarship.
Right now he was looking at the
end of his business.
Wonder Woman was wearing armour of
coal black iron and hammering away at some white boy she called Ares,
dressed in equally coal black iron armour as the two super powered
white folk were destroying the equipment of his junkyard. Those
outside the business think a junk yard is just junk. It is not.
Several industrial cranes, conveyor systems, hydraulic presses, the
big car crusher made up the bulk systems, but the chop shop where he
dismantled cars (legally and otherwise) was full of equipment
designed to take intact autoparts out of wrecks without damaging
them, and the sort of all up testing equipment required to make sure
that the components taken out were up to factory specifications. He
also had enough tools and materials to make sure the stuff that was
not up to snuff got fixed to better than stock before he sold it.
His junkyard turned shit into gold, and now these supers were busy
turning his gold back into shit!
“Lamont,
those damned white folk are killing me! That goddamned A frame the
big titted whore got tossed through was my engine diagnostic lab.
That is fifty thousand dollars worth of fucking hardware, and more
stolen software than Apple runs.” Fred shouted, waving his fist at
Wonder Woman as she picked herself out of the building she had been
tossed through, picked up a Tesla and threw it at Ares, who cut it in
half, only to be consumed in flames as its battery system reacted
badly to the lightning edge on Ares sword.
“Ah, the daft
bitch lit the place on fire. Lamont, get your lazy running back ass
to the fuel shut off and kill the feed before that round assed Barbie
bitch kills us all!” Fred shouted.
“Pops, that is
Wonder Woman, she is a superhero, and she is fighting Ares, god of
war. She is trying to save us all, she is fighting for freedom and
America!” Lamont protested.
Fred smacked him in his
afro-headed head with a hand hard from a life of physical work.
“Wonder cunt is saving us right into the poor house, and if that
fire gets to the fuel pumps before you get to the shut offs, she’s
going to save us the cost of a funeral.” He looked up to heaven
and his dead wife “I’m coming Elizabeth. Get that pussy ready,
your lazy ass son is going to get us burned to death, so get yourself
nice and wet, daddy is coming home!” Fred G Sinford shouted.
Lamont, oddly would rather die than listen to his father talk about
his dead mother quite that way, and sprinted towards the fuel shut
off.
Fred G Sanford had been a marine once, back in Viet
Nam, and had a well honed belief that fighting fair was something
that seemed important to the people who sent his black ass off to
die, but didn’t mean shit to the little yellow fuckers trying to
kill him, nor any of the sad sacks of every colour who were just
trying to stay alive long enough to go home. He got good at
cheating, fighting dirty, and finding a way to get rich while doing
it. His ethics were as flexible as his cock was rigid, which was
getting to be very, as he watched that Wonder Cunt trade blows with
that smug prick in the armour. Her armour looked battered and
functional. Like trooper armour. Pretty boy’s looked like officer
shit. The pretty boy looked like and officer shit too. He could
have ended the fight a couple of times but he stopped to make a
speech and she clocked him. Yep. Fucking officer. Damned but she
had an ass for a white girl. If she wasn’t busy putting him in the
poor house, he might almost want to give her a little Fred G Sinford
charm!
Ares tossed a lightning bolt at Wonder Tits, and
she deflected it into his body shop, and his main arc welder and one
of the large hydraulic lifts sizzled and smoked as the lightning
turned them into wreckage.
Fred
G Sinford clutched his chest. That was about three years profit that
she just arc welded into scrap. He had to stop this bullshit now!
He hobbled on one and three quarters leg to the main crane control
room and fired up the controls. Since Lamont was an over educated
twit, Fred had long ago rigged his twin cranes to run from one
console and he slaved the second into his control now as he worked
his big car lifting magnets into place. They want to wear iron to
fuck up his place, he is going to show them how stupid an idea that
is. He got his cranes military surplus, they were from the tank
corps field depots. They were designed to lift tank chassis and
turrets for assembly and disassembly during refit. He just used them
for cars. Power they had in surplus.
Ares
had Wonder Woman on the ropes, his blows had stunned her, and she had
fallen to the ground in front of him. He raised his sword, about to
bring it down on her unresisting neck when Fred hit both his two main
magnets together. One slammed into Ares back, pinning him helplessly
in place, trapping his iron armoured arms and sword against the
powerful magnet even as his helmet held his head in place. Wonder
Woman however was grabbed by the greaves, and her legs were pinned to
the magnet behind her, pulling her out of the way of Ares descending
sword, whose momentum caused it to slam into the magnet restraining
him.
Seeing a momentary opportunity, she threw her own
sword as hard as she could at Ares face. The magnet’s force held
his helmeted head in place even as its power accelerated the sword
hurling towards it. The sword thrown with Wonder Woman’s full
strength, added to the power of the magnet designed to lift main
battle tank turrets and chassis for assembly, the sword was moving
too fast for Ares to dodge, and too powerfully for even a god to
resist. It punched through his head, and caused his body to dissolve
into a shower of golden light, banished from the earth.
Wonder
Woman looked up grinning, her sword impaled in the huge magnet. Ares
was defeated.
Turning to look at the old black man sitting
in the crane controls, she shouted and order to him.
“Bring
that over here, that sword is mine. It is not for common hands like
yours!” Her exhaustion should take the blame for her tone. She
was not casting any racial slur, in fact to her all humans were the
same, a lesser species. The men lesser even than that, as they were
mostly just lust and violence driven semi animals whose only hope of
redemption was a woman’s guidance. In fact that sword was deeply
magical and would turn in the hand of any non amazon that tried to
use it in battle. There was a decent chance it would turn in his
hand and lop a leg off if he even held it.
Fred G Sinford
had limits, the good god knows that he did. He had seen about twenty
years of work go up in flames, or lightning, or smashed flat with the
sure and certain knowledge that his insurance would refuse to pay,
since acts of god included acts of Ares the War God, he was eff you
see kay fucked. He wouldn’t see a dime. About the only things
that still worked around here were his security system capturing
every inch of the place in high resolution with sound, and his big
crane magnets. The rest of his operation was scrap. Now this big
titted bimbo was ordering him to bring the magnet with the sword to
her because his black ass was too lowly to touch it?
All
right Wonder Cunt. Let’s dance.
Bringing the crane
close to Wonder Woman, he let it get just out of arms reach on her
right,, he worked a third into place by her right and hit full power
on both magnets. Wonder Woman’s two arms flashed out and slammed
into the two magnets, forearms flat to each, suspending her upper
body in mid air, head and chest raised.
“You come into
my junkyard, you smash all the equipment I took twenty years to earn,
you nearly get my black ass, and my son, not to mention everyone else
within blocks if my fuel tanks would have gone, and you think you can
order me and my ‘common hands’ around? Missie, it seems that
Wonderful mouth of yours has written the kind of cheque that
Wonderful ass of yours has to cash.” Fred said, running his
calloused hand over her smooth cheek, and then over her taut muscular
ass.
“You wouldn’t dare! I am Wonder Woman, I am a
superheroine. I am a Princess of Themyscira, I am a goddess!”
Wonder Woman exclaimed, unbelieving this old peasant would dare to
man handle her.
Fred ran his hand over Wonder Woman’s
ass, and he felt his cock stir. My god that was an ass. He spanked
it. It was firm and supple. He spanked it again. He had seen her
taking punches that shattered steel. He bet this bitch couldn’t
really be hurt by a spanking, and the truth be told, there were
things he yearned to do to a woman he would never have done to his
beloved Elizabeth (God rest her soul) because when the lust fades,
the bruises wouldn’t. This bitch, she was a superheroine. Not
even really human if that goddess bullshit was right. That wasn’t
really a sin right? She wasn’t really a woman, it wasn’t even
really cheating on his dead wife. He could do whatever he wanted,
and not even have to be ashamed about it.
He spanked her
ass again, then leaned down, and bit it.
“Sweet Hera,
NO!” Wonder Woman screamed, and pulled against the cranes. Now had
they been chains, or solid bars, she would have pulled free, but the
magnets and the series of steel cables and pullies leading to a
series of cranes all gave a little bit, so she could stretch and
strain, but nothing gave enough to set her free.
Fred G
Sanford pulled out his belt, and began to whip her ass with his
doubled belt as hard as he could.
“Now you had a problem
with my common hands, Wonder cunt, so I am not using them. I think
maybe you need some gentling down before you are ready to be
reasonable, so you just let me know when you are ready to start
begging my forgiveness.” Fred swore as he began spanking her ass
with his doubled belt.
Lamont had come back to see his
father with Wonder Woman held suspended from the cranes, her tits
bouncing just about ready to pop out, her mouth open as she shouted
threats that made his blood run cold, but his father stood there like
a fat unshaven Buddha, wielding his belt like a whip to punish the
Defender of All Women. It made his cock twitch, and start to grow.
Wonder Woman was the ultimate untouchable figure. Lamont figured out
early that a soft spoken intelligent black athlete could get into
social circles the tough talking never could, but the ability to
bring out the black street tough in private with those same figures
had got not only rich co-eds, but full professors on their knees or
on their back for him. Power figures were his holy grail, from his
first teacher, to his first female cop, his first spoiled rich
heiress, getting the untouchable not just touched, but broken and
begging to be defiled further was his ultimate joy. He hated the
fact he knew he got that from his father, but watching his father
spank Wonder Woman like she was some street whore getting pimp
slapped for attitude got him hard like a rock.
Lamont looked at his security camera’s hit a few keys on the main computer to start twinning the stream to his home system, then grabbed his HD camera to come record what his old man was doing to the Princess of the Amazons.
“You and your psychotic sword wielding rich boy boyfriend have wrecked about twenty years worth of back breaking labour, and cost me the business I intended to leave to my no account son who is too stupid to amount to anything on his own, and now I am too god damned old to put in another twenty years to get it back. I am getting the price out of your white ass!” Fred snarled as he spanked her blue and white starred short shorts, watching the most perfect ass he had ever seen bounce with every spank of his belt.
“Mortal, you have insurance for your losses. That was not my boyfriend, that was the War God Aries, the enemy of all mankind. Only I could defeat him, as I am a daughter of Zeus and the Queen of the Amazons. I am a superheroine. I serve all humanity. You must release me!” Wonder Woman shouted, struggling against the magnets and cables, but her armour was Acheron Iron, unbreakable and extremely magnetic, and the cables had too much give to yield to her frantic tugging.
Fred
yanked down her blue star spangled hot pants to check that all his
fevered swinging hadn’t left a single mark on her skin.
“God
damned perfect ass. Unbreakable ass. Invincible ass. Oh Wonder
slut, I am going to get the price for my lost business and my family
tossed in the poor house out of that perfect white ass. Good thing
you are model pretty because you are dumb as a stump. You heard of
Act of God in Insurance, well it means if it is an act of god, they
don’t have to pay, and you brought two of them to fight in my yard,
and broke it. His ass is dead and gone, so your ass is going to pay
the bill” Fred snarled, and bent down to bite her ass cheek as
hard as he could, sliding his work roughened hands up to tease her
black furred sex.
Lamont moved with the camera to capture
her face in close as his father began to trace her labia with his
finger, while his left hand plied the belt as hard as his heavy body
could muster.
Crack, crack, crack, crack! The whip
snapped down, and Lamont watched the face of Wonder Woman turn into
helpless confusion as her suspended body began to move against his
father’s fingers almost against their will. Lamont moved the
camera to her face.
“Wonder Woman, you seem to be
blushing, you are panting like a bitch in heat, and it looks like you
are trying to push onto my old man’ fingers. Are you sure you
aren’t enjoying this?” Lamont asked.
Wonder Woman
opened her mouth to shout her defiance, when Fred buried his head in
her ass crack and began to rim her tight rosebud. “Great Hera!
Please, not my ass. Please, anything but that!” She cried almost
desperately.
Lamont worked the buckles on her iron breast
plate and it quickly slammed into the forward magnet, leaving her
only in her red and gold bustier. Tugging that down, he got a good
shot of the superheroines heaving breasts. Reaching down he stroked
the breasts, kneading them, then pulling on the nipples and twisting
them, causing her to moan helplessly.
Fred meanwhile
switched from rimming the Defender of All Women, to fingering her
tight Amazon asshole with work roughened fingers, watching her ass
take one, then two fingers as he reached underneath to play with her
clit. Wonder Woman was panting now, tossing her head helplessly as
she begged.
“Please, I can pay, I am a princess, you
don’t have to do this!” She begged but Lamont saw that she had
her eyes screwed shut and was pushing back into his father’s
drilling digits.
“I told you, I am getting the price out
of your white ass. You superheroines swoop down on a working man’s
business and break it all up, then think you can just toss a few
bills and leave the cleanup to the little people. Well fuck you
Princess. I am going to show your super powered ass how big the
little people can be, and then you are going to start doing the
cleanup.” Fred said, as he opened his bib overalls to whip out
ten and a half inches of mahogany manhood, and began rubbing it up
and down Wonder Woman’s dripping pussy to get it nice and
wet.
“No, goddess no!” Wonder Woman moaned, and Fred
put the flared purple helm of his battering ram at the Amazon’s aft
gate and began push.
Wonder Woman’s eyes flew open, her
baby blues wide and shocked as the great head of an old man’s
mortal penis began to tame a goddess ass. She whimpered, as her
Royal Rosebud yielded to her conqueror like Troy before the Greeks,
arching her back and letting out a cry of pleasure as her rosebud
snapped tight around the shaft of his black spear, and the junk yard
car magnets began to act as a sex swing, rocking her too and fro as
he began to plunder her back garden of its Amazonian delights.
Lamont leaned down and began to kiss Wonder Woman, she resisted at
first, but as first six, then eight inches worked it’s way into
her, she began to kiss back.
As Fred’s punishing bitch
tamer began to hammer full depth, his balls slapping at her Amazonian
pussy, Lamont felt Wonder Woman’s tongue dart into his mouth and
begin teasing his tongue, sucking on it.
As Wonder Woman
began to moan like a banshee, Lamont couldn’t take it anymore, he
unzipped his pants and pulled out his nine inch nail, and began to
slap the Princess of Themyscira with his big black cock, spanking it
off her face, capturing the look of helplessness on the mightiest
superheroine’s face as she was rocked into her first anal orgasm by
a pot bellied senior citizen junk dealer. As her mouth flew wide in
sensations too strong to process, he slid his dark dick inside her
mouth and began to face fuck Wonder Woman.
Fred
had found paradise. Wonder Woman’s ass was tighter than any human
woman could be, and he could hammer her the way he could never hammer
any woman save his dead wife Elizabeth. Even Elizabeth could only
take his full fury in her sweet pussy, her ass was a place he had to
be so gentle with, but Wonder Woman was an Amazon, an invincible
Superheroine. He could pound her ass like a piston in a bored out
big block, and he was doing so. She came and he felt her juices
splatter against his thighs as he pumped.
“Going to get
my money back out of that white ass, and god damned if your ass isn’t
a good earner. Going to bust my night up that tight ass of yours.
Going to break you in proper. I aint got not junkyard dog, but maybe
I make you my Junkyard bitch WONDER WHORE!” Fred shouted as he
began to cum into her asshole. She milked his cock like there was
some sort of octopus god in her intestines milking his shaft. Good
thing he had pounded that ass into submission or she like to break
his cock right off when she bucked like that! He lay down against
her back and nuzzled her neck as his hands reached around to grab
some of the most divine titty flesh in existence. He whispered to
her.
“I aint had a woman in years, and my balls are
heavier than my bowling ball. I am going to break you in nice and
proper. Teach you to apologize properly to a man. Show you what
your uppity ass has been missing for too long, some discipline.”
Fred whispered as he nuzzled and nipped at the back of her
neck.
Lamont just about lost it as Wonder Woman moaned
around his cock, and he felt her tongue lapping at the bottom of his
shaft, and the top of his balls.
Fred pulled out of Wonder
Woman’s ass, careful not to let the nasty coating touch his thighs
as he shouted at his no account son.
“Lamont, come back here and get some of this Amazon Ass. You keep that second rate bitch breaker out of that Wonder Cunt though. She broke my yard, I get firsts on all the reparations.” Fred said.
Walking
carefully around the bound amazon, Fred ducked under her arm to come
up between them, by her face. Grabbing the sex stunned superheroine
by the hair, he raised her proud head up to look her in the eyes, and
swung his shit and cum coated dick to her face.
“Clean
me.” He growled, his old weathered unshaven mahogany face glared
down at her delicate eternally young majesty, and any thought of
protest died. She stuck her tongue out, and began to clean her own
ass off the old man’s half hard cock.
She began to moan
as Lamont began to hammer into her ass, without the control or
restraint of his father, but with all the energy of a collegiate
football star. Fred pulled his clean and now hardening cock from
Wonder Woman’s amazing mouth, and went to the crane controls.
He
raised her arms up, now her arms were above her head, her torso
slanting up, and her breasts pointed towards the grinning old black
junk dealer.
“Now we are going to get some restitution,
from some actual tits. Time we showed you how you need to be serving
the community, instead of destroying my goddamned business.” Fred
said as he pushed her drool and spit covered tits together and began
to titty fuck the proud Amazon champion.
Lamont was
leaning forward to finger Wonder Woman’s clit as he fucked her ass,
wanting to prove he was the equal of his father and make the
superheroine cum for him. His work was definitely having an effect,
but it was his father who benefitted.
Wonder Woman could
not believe the old man was so masterful, her body was helpless, on
fire, and well on its way to another orgasm, and yet the old man was
using her breasts to jack off his cock, as if she wasn’t even
worthy of his seed. She felt the need to show him she was worth it,
that she deserved his seed, his punishment, his ownership. Not
understanding why, she began to suck the head of his cock as fucked
her tits. Taking his cock head into her mouth with every thrust, she
looked up into his eyes, and lapped at his thrusting manhood.
Whimpering like a puppy, she tasted his precum and began
to fight her restraints to lean forward and capture it in her mouth,
desperate for the seed of the superior man who was well on the way to
conquering her. It was the way of the Amazon to yield to no man save
one that could defeat her, and while the god Aries had fallen to her,
this fat old black man was ripping her control and self respect away
with each touch of his cock, hands and sweet goddess, eyes.
Roaring
like a bull elephant in rut, Fred blasted cum all over Wonder Woman’s
face and tits. As he did, Wonder Woman screamed in pleasure and came
around the thrusting cock of Lamont in her ass.
Fred’s
brain swam, his blood pressure peaking from the orgasm of his life,
and he staggered back, his overalls falling around his feet as he
tripped and accidentally hit the magnet release, dropping Wonder
Woman to the ground and free.
Lamont jumped back, grabbed
his camcorder and ducked behind a wrecked car as Wonder Woman lunged
for his father.
She grabbed his legs and forced them up,
Lamont was afraid she would tear them off in revenge, but what he saw
next had him zooming in with the camera not fleeing for his
life.
The mostly naked Amazon drove between his father’s
legs and began sucking and licking his balls, then his dark hairy old
asshole. Holding his legs in the air, the aroused Amazon drilled his
ass with a superhuman tongue and brought the old man’s aching organ
back to full tumescent life. His eyes wide, Fred looked in a mixture
of lust and fear as Wonder Woman slammed his shoulders down, and slid
her fire hot cunt onto his bitch taming black spear.
She
rode him like she rode the warhorses of her home island, with the
wild fury of a warrior born. Fred struggled to hold under her
superhuman assault, but her cunt was driving his cock to a degree of
hardness that should not be possible for men half his age. Reaching
up, he grabbed Wonder Woman by her tits and pulled her down to him
before she broke both his hips, fucking him into the ground.
She
pressed her body to his, her tits and his pot belly forming a bridge
between them as he buried his hands in her raven dark hair and she
grabbed his shoulders as anchors. When she came again, all strength
went out of her, and she collapsed on his chest.
Rolling
her onto her back, he grabbed her legs and pushed her knees up by her
ears as he grudge fucked the Superheroine into submission. Well
beyond his limit, he took a long time to cum, fucking her through
three more climaxes before he emptied his ancient balls into her
immortal pussy.
Holding her legs in position he yelled at
his son.
“Get over here, you sad excuse for a Sinford.
This is goddess pussy, you bust your nut in this or I will cut them
right the fuck off as a disgrace to the family.” Fred
shouted.
Lamont still had his camera in hand, but he
tossed it to his old man as he lined is utterly rigid young cock up
against the most powerful and forbidden pussy in the world, the
Princess of the Amazons, the Defender of All Women, Wonder Woman. He
pushed his cock in, and she whimpered as her cunt seemed to draw him
inward like some sort of hot velvet glove. He began to thrust into
her, the feeling so much superior to any pussy he had ever had that
he felt like a bumbling 14 year old having his first time again, not
a mid twenties experienced cocksman. His father was pointing the
camera down at Wonder Woman and groping her breasts, pulling on her
nipples.
“You
going to be my Junkyard bitch, Wonder Cunt? You going to let me take
the price of everything you broke out of that fine white ass?” The
old man said, looking down at her and filming as his son pounded her
cunt like the whore the old man was training her to be.
“Yes,
yes, yes, OH SWEET GODDESS YES!” Screamed Wonder Woman, giving the
unbreakable word of an Amazon.
As Lamont sat and posted
the videos online along with links to book “dates” with Wonder
Woman, she turned and shyly snuggled up to the old man who put his
arm around her, somewhat embarrassed after everything that went
on.
“Why didn’t you use my lasso? You could have just
made me do what you want. You didn’t have to seduce me.” She
asked, not daring to look at him.
The tired old man raised
his head, the ghost of the warrior he must have been in his youth
suddenly shining through.
“The day I have to force a
woman, I will cut my own dick off.” He snarled.
Wonder
Woman leaned in for a kiss, reaching down to touch his battered and
bruised manhood. She whispered. “I think its pretty safe.”
Fred
smiled. From the babbling of Lamont, between video and live dates,
he figured Wonder Woman would pay off the damages inside a week.
That was good. More than a week of this pussy and he would be trying
to explain to Miss Elizabeth in heaven why he died balls deep in some
white girl.
He finally had his junkyard bitch, and all was right in the world.