Wonder Woman vs the Joker Part 2:  Funhouse

By Violator

Author’s Note:  this may be fixed by the time you read this, but the first part of this went up under an old handle I used to use.  The fault is mine, I forgot to put the correct author name in the file.  So if you can’t find part 1, look under ‘anonalator’.  Yes, very mysterious code name, I know.

Of note, since (spoiler alert!) it starts to matter in this chapter, I generally favor the ‘version’ of Wonder Woman where she loses her powers when bound rather than getting them from a belt.  It’s just a distinctive enough weakness that I find it more interesting to write.  Likewise, and for similar reasons, though it does not come up quite yet, I tend to assume the ‘lasso of truth’ does just that - compels absolute truth - rather than granting mind control or whatever.

Our Story Thus Far:  Wonder Woman has come to Gotham City to hunt down Joker, and put a stop to the seemingly unending stream of filthy images he keeps sending out showing him standing in sexual triumph over herself and her fellow super-heroines.  Encountering an extremely rude police officer, she nevertheless takes his advice on where to best find the Joker’s hideout.  But all is not as it seems, and the Amazon may well be walking into a trap....

Hit END for a short summary.

In the dark alley, completely oblivious to what was going on just behind her star-spangled ass, Wonder Woman sauntered forward until she stood before a rusty metal doorway, lit overhead by a single flickering bare bulb.  

A large sign was painted on the side of the defunct warehouse, beneath the bulb.  From the looks of the cracks and peeling paint, it had been out of business for a decade or more.  Looking up, Wonder Woman read it, and then let out a sigh.

“Zerboni Brothers Circus & Funhouse Equipment?!" she said.  Then she rolled her eyes.  “Greatest detective on Earth, my ass."

But the Amazon was not going to let the compulsive nature of Gothams' villains lure her into a false sense of security.  Turning her head, she looked around warily, being careful to scan upwards as well around the tops of the nearby buildings - but saw no sign of cameras or traps.  Then, slinking up silently, she put her fingers to either side of the door and then, leaning her head in, pressed her ear against its surface.  Slowly, a huge smirk spread across her beautiful face.

Muffled by the door, she could not hear any sentence clearly.  But she could hear several different rough-and-tumble-sounding male voices rumbling through, and as she listened the words 'boss says'...  'no Bats'... and 'heist' drifted through the door.  "Jackpot," she purred, smirking in anticipation, as she drew back from the door.

Calmly, she turned.  Pressing her star-spangled buns to the wall, she shifted her regal face first one way and then the other.  Her gorgeous face raised and betraying no hint of emotion other than methodical confidence, she confirmed there was no one attempting to sneak up behind her.  Then with explosive force she whirled and slammed her boot into the door.

The hardened steel plate buckled like wadded paper, multiple locks shattering with the force of her boot, and it flew open.  Standing in the suddenly open dorway she beheld a dozen men in dark suits lounging around a table.  Besides their dark suits each man had a rubber clown mask dangling down around his neck.

The table stood in a huge room, in one of the few clear spaces.  True to the sign beside the door, almost the entire rest of the vast space was filled with old funhouse or fairground equipment:  multiple dark and still merry-go-rounds loomed out of the shadows.  Rank after rank of carousel horses, frozen eternally in mid-gallop, stared out of the shadows with dead dark eyes, like a vast audience for everything that went on within.

Meanwhile, upon the table around which Joker’s goons sat, there stood two shapely young women – the kidnapped bank tellers, presumably.  They were caught in the midst of being forced to dance.  Their blouses, pantyhose, short skirts, and bras lay upon the table, surrounding their high-heeled feet.  Some of the fallen garments were intact while others lay in shreds, having presumably been ripped off the squealing beauties’ squirming bodies by force when they initially showed reluctance to strip.  Each girl still wore the suit blazer she had had on while at her post, from which her large breasts extended and sloshed vigorously.  The only other clothing either woman still had on was a lacy, skimpy panty – sort of.  The girl on the left, a blonde, had been in the midst of pulling her panties halfway down her thighs when Wonder Woman burst in.  The other, a redhead, in the midst of crouching low to give the men a show, had hers dangling down between her six-inch-spike-elevated ankles.

Nametags pinned to their blazers, beside their naked breasts, helpfully identified each of them.  The blonde’s nametag ready Tanya.  The redhead’s read Amber.

Both women whirled their heads and gaped, freezing in shock, to see the storm of feminine fury that had suddenly exploded into their midst.  The men did more or less the same.  As all eyes remained glued to her in shock, Wonder Woman sauntered through the shredded doorway to stand in the center of the room.  Putting one hand on her hip, she smirked.

 “Hello, boys,” she said.  She pointed at the two half-naked women they had been tormenting.  “Are you being naughty?” she asked the men.

For a moment the thugs gaped back at her.  Then they remembered their numbers.  The shocked looks on their faces slowly transformed into leers.  They stood.  

“I advise you to surrender,” Wonder Woman said, haughtily.  

She could rush forward… but the thought of sending the two stripped women tumbling off the table, potentially to grievous injury amidst the melee, made her seek diplomatic resolution first.  The two ladies seemed frozen in shock, their naked curves trembling atop the table.  

“If you choose to fight,” she advised the men, “the only reward you will get is pain.”

Joker’s thugs didn’t make any reply… other than, one by one, to pull their rubber masks up and onto their faces.  The biggest thug, and the one who had the choice spot at the feet of the two strippers, was the last to pull up his mask – giving Wonder Woman a hungry leer just before he did so.  His face bore the twisted signatures of Joker’s experimentation upon it, indicating he was a long-time henchman.

“Well, well, boys,” the biggest thug said.  He cracked his knuckles, staring at the buxom Amazon through his mask.  “Looks like working for Da Boss just brought in yet more fringe benefits.  Yet another super-heroine here for us to enjoy!”

Hands on her hips, Wonder Woman rolled her eyes.  “Don’t give me that ‘another’ line,” she said.  “Your wimpy boss can talk big, but his lies won’t fool me.  There’s no way any of you have laid a finger upon even so much as one teen sidekick, let alone a true super-heroine like me.  So surrender, now!”

But unlike the independent thugs and low-lifes before them, who had vanished before the Amazon’s approach as if brushed aside by the swaying of her star-spangled hips, Joker’s men stood firm.  At a pair of nods from their clown-masked leader, they slowly filed outwards– spreading out to either side of the intruding Amazon.

Wonder Woman’s breath quickened as the men slowly started to surround her.  But, mindful of the two naked young women cowering atop the table, she kept her body perfectly still.  

‘The closer they get to me, the further they are from their poor prisoners,’ she thought.  

The Amazon, in her confidence, had advanced several meters into the large room.  Now, behind her, one chortling goon slid against the splintered door frame until he stood directly behind her star-spangled buns.  In front of her the leader stood tall, and grinned.  The rest formed a ring all around her - completely surrounding the gorgeous tiara-crowned Princess.  Several of them held billy clubs or other truncheons, which they stroked suggestively as they eyed her shapely and athletic flesh.  Others were unarmed, but cracked their knuckles eagerly as they prepared their bare hands to try to come to grips with their tempting target.

“We got you right where we want you, Wonder Bitch,” the big one said.  He let his eyes wander up and down her spectacular form, and his misshapen lips twisted upwards beneath his mask.  “Why don’t you show you know yer place by taking off that pretty costume, and layin’ it at our feet?  Do that and we’ll give you a taste o’ what Gotham has to offer – where you need it, up between yer legs!”

Wonder Woman sighed, and rolled her eyes.

Yet even as she did so, she could not help but notice that at the sight of her goddess-like body a bulge was growing in the front of the leader’s slacks – and in those of all his men, ringed around her.  The Joker’s men turned out to be rather gifted.  She had certainly never seen a super-hero get so large.  ‘Goddess… they’re getting… excited!’ Wonder Woman thought, her blue eyes getting wide, at what looked to be up to seven or maybe even eight-inch members, pressed tight to the front of the goons' pants.  Then she pushed such thoughts out of her head.  ‘Good,’ she thought, smugly.  ‘They’ll be more predictable, thinking with those… those absolute monsters… instead of their little brains!’

Shaking herself out of her reverie, Wonder Woman ran a hand through her jet-black hair and smirked.

“I can tell you aren’t used to dealing with women of my caliber!” she said, in a deliberately sultry coo.  She put both hands on her buxom hips, and her smirk broadened.  “Your sexist words don’t intimidate me in the slightest.  So, lay your weapons on the floor,” she said, eyes glancing briefly downward, “and surrender, or it is you boys who will be feeling an Amazon’s hospitality.”  Upon her curvy, star-spangled-panty-clad hips her hands formed into clenched fists.

The leader chuckled, and shook his masked head.  “That ain’t happening, sweetheart,” he said.

Wonder Woman shook her head in turn.  “Too bad,” she said.  “For you.”

‘Good’ she thought, as she felt the men licking their lips in anticipation, all around her muscularly curvaceous body.  ‘They’re entirely focused on me… and not on the potential hostages.’

“Ok, boys,” the leader said.  “Tie her up and take that costume off her but leave her alive.  I want to teach this super-slut some manners!”

All around Wonder Woman the clowns began to hoot and holler with glee.  Extending their tongues they wagged them hungrily, as they surveyed Wonder Woman’s flesh.  

“Goddess!” Wonder Woman said.  She stood tall and beautiful as a statue surrounded by howling monkeys.  But her face appeared shocked at the depravity of Joker's men.

Behind the thugs, the two cowering naked beauties gasped as well.  They shivered… as if realizing full well that, should Wonder Woman be taken down, the excess energy the Joker’s thugs were working up would also be unleashed without mercy up inside their own bodies, in addition to hers.

The leader chuckled, as he saw his men had been excited to their peak.  

“Get her, boys!” he cackled.

With a last raucous cry of laughter, as if they were individual fingers of a hand clamping down eagerly upon some curvy helpless toy, the Joker’s men surged in upon the surrounded Amazon, lunging forth on the attack.

And, in the same instant, the look of slight shock and awe that had appeared upon Wonder Woman’s face vanished, to be replaced by a thin, and divinely serene, little smile.  With practiced grace she moved, faster than the Joker’s men could have imagined - darting back and forth between the closing fingers of that giant hand like an explosion erupting inside a sealed container and bursting it asunder with ease.

“Gluh!” one thug groaned, as a gleaming red and white boot smashed into his face.

“Urk!” another whimpered, as her fist drove into his gut until only her bracelet was visible.

“Glah!” another pair of thugs groaned as, coming together to try to seize her immaculate curves between them, they ended up just colliding forehead-first into one another, while her star-spangled ass darted gracefully out of the way with just a few inches to spare.

With a yelp the remaining thugs stumbled to a halt, as they realized their target had already vanished out from in front of them.  But Wonder Woman was already behind them, moving amongst them like a swift and avenging angel.

“Aiiiie!” a confused brute suddenly squealed as a gleaming red-and-white boot suddenly slammed up from behind, between his legs, to crush his engorged and throbbing package.  Whimpering, he collapsed to his knees, his eyes rolling up behind his clown-shaped mask.  To either side his flanking comrades whirled – only to gurgle and shake as they each promptly took a smirking Amazon’s fist to their throats.

“Oh… wow…” Tanya and Amber gasped.  Their eyes fluttered as they witnessed the brutal vengeance getting meted out just before them.

“Oh… fuck,” the leader said.  He was briefly frozen, staring as, even as someone who had tangled repeatedly with the Bat, he was stunned by the efficiency with which a half-dozen of his men had already been dispatched.  Then he showed the mettle that had allowed him to survive in Joker’s murderous employment, and pulled himself together.  “C’mon, boys,” he said to his men – or those of them not already slumping down to lie whimpering on the floor.  He pointed to one side, where the Amazon had briefly retreated to catch her breath and her bearings.  “She can’t take us all.  Y-you gonna let this bitch do that to us?!”

Reminded of their pride, several of the thugs whirled and, following his direction, laid eyes upon her.  With a roar, they surged forward.

Facing a row of charging Joker thugs, Wonder Woman smirked.  “Typical men,” she cooed.  “Big talk.”  With a  graceful swoop she lifted her long and muscular leg and, whirling like a dancer, smashed the side of her boot across four clown-masked cheeks in one blow.  The hurtling wall of criminal flesh yelped, crashed, and lay in a jumbled groaning heap at her feet.  “Little result,” she cooed, surveying her handiwork.

“Sh-shit!” the lead clown said.  In sudden panic, he forgot about trying to take the Amazon’s luscious flesh unharmed.  Hand lunging into his suit jacket, he pulled out a gun, swung it around and leveled it at her.  His hand shook, and his aim shook with it, all up and down and all around her hourglass-shaped figure.  “D-die, slut!” he snapped.  Without another thought, he shot his entire load at her.

But he still hadn’t realized what he was dealing with.  With inhuman speed and practiced grace, Wonder Woman’s arms snapped up.  Her gleaming bracelets intercepted one bullet after another.  The only concern within her serenely smiling head was that she not deflect any of the bullets towards the two innocents still cowering in shock atop the table.

“Oh, fuck!” one of the Joker’s thugs screamed.  Those goons still on their feet promptly dove for the pavement as one bullet after another came screaming back in over their heads.  A few ricocheted off the ceiling, sending chunks of plaster and chips of rusty girder raining down on them.

Slowly, the lead clown lowered his smoking, empty gun… and beheld the Amazon looking right at him across her crossed wrists, utterly unharmed.  Looking into his eyes, she smiled.

“Oh… shit…” he said softly.

Still smiling, Wonder Woman walked towards him - moving with a long and confident strut that looked like a model setting out down the runway.  As she passed each still-conscious thug clinging to the floor, gaping up at her in awe, her boot took a quick detour to whack across his forehead or jab into his ribs.  One after another the un-dispatched goons whimpered, shook, and then collapsed into heaps on the pavement – left lying still in her swaying star-spangled wake.  Finally, Wonder Woman came to stand directly before the leader, who was also now the only one still standing.  A smirk upon her lips she reached down and put her hands upon his gun, which hung limp in his clammy wet hand.

“I’ll take that, if you don’t mind,” she purred, pulling the hard steel weapon right out of his limp fingers.  Then, rearing it back, she struck him on his masked temple with the butt of the gun.  The giant clown shivered, and his eyes rolled up behind his mask.  Then with a groan he too collapsed into a flaccid puddle at her gleaming feet.

“Oh…” Tanya said.  Her head turned slowly, surveying a room covered in the slumped bodies of the men who had moments before been tormenting her.

“Oh… wow…” Amber said.  “She made that look so… easy!”

Ignoring the shocked beauties for a moment, Wonder Woman got right to work.  Seizing one Joker thug after another by their collars, she dragged them into a pile, putting their backs to one of the concrete pillars that held up the warehouse roof.  Before dragging each one she quickly searched him, her hands delving into his pockets and his jacket and tossing away any weapons she found within – but her slender fingers studiously avoiding the weapon each still had prominently bulging out the front of his pants despite his unconscious state.  Then, not wanting to dispose of her golden lasso so soon, she located a length of heavy chain lying to one side in the old warehouse which, based on what it was lying next to, was part of the drive system of a disassembled carnival ride.  Hefting it up with ease despite its immense weight, she proceeded to wrap it round and round the villains’ chests, until they were tightly bound and then, using her great strength, bent one link into a hook and chained them together.

As the gang of thugs was safely disposed of, their voluptuous victims seemed at last to be emboldened.  They slipped down off the table.  Bending low, each jerked her skimpy lace thong back up her long legs onto her loins.  Then, clad in little but their jackets, high heels and panties they stood before Wonder Woman, gaping at her in awe.

“Thank you!” Amber gasped.

“If you had not come,” Tanya said, shivering breathlessly, “we would have been forced to suck their long criminal cocks.”  She touched her full pink lips, and drew in a long breath.  “Every last one of them…” she said.

“If it weren’t for you we would have been led, naked and in chains, before the evil Joker,” Amber said, “and forced to stand at attention before him.”  Lifting a slender hand up, just above her skimpy panties, she caressed it softly across her flat belly.

“We… we would have been his slaves,” Tanya specified.  One hand touched tenderly to the tip of her large bare breast, as it swayed back and forth, extending out of her open blazer.

“Utterly at his mercy,” Amber added, one hand sliding back around her curvy hip to clutch at her taut round ass.

Wonder Woman took a deep breath, her eyes going from one stricken half-stripped beauty to the other.  Then she shook her head.  Stepping forward, she reached out and rubbed each girl reassuringly on her padded shoulder.  “There, there,” she said.  “You two are clearly in shock.  But it’s okay now.  You don’t need to face the Joker’s evil anymore.  I’m here to do it for you!”

“Thank you!” both rescued beauties gasped.  Stepping even closer to her, their long-nailed fingers seized hold of Wonder Woman’s curvy body and clung tight to it for support.  Wonder Woman gasped softly, as their shivering flesh came to press against her buxom Amazonian figure, but continued to rub both of their shoulders as comfortingly as she could.

For a moment, neither of the stricken ladies could help themselves.  Even with the tall spike heels tipping their long bare legs, Wonder Woman’s superhuman height placed both of their pretty faces just above her rack.  For just a moment twin expressions of awe appeared on both womens’ faces, and they gaped down in disbelief at the twin wonders jiggling just before them, squeezed tight by her enormous golden cups.  Then they shook their heads and turned up to look into her beatifically serene face.

Each lady took a deep breath.  Then, they could hold back no longer.

“Can I… give you a kiss?” Tanya pleaded.  She bit her lip, and blushed softly.  “Just... just to say thanks?”

“Me too!” Amber gasped, turning her shining eyes upward.  “Please?”

Wonder Woman hesitated a moment.  She bit her lip.  ‘If I heard of a male hero accepting such a reward, from two dressed such as these, I would never let him hear the end of it…’ she thought to herself.  But at the end of the day, she could not bring herself to turn aside such a heart-felt gesture.  ‘It’s… it’s different when I do it,’ she reassured herself, and then nodded.  

“Of course you may,” her full red lips cooed, softly.

Instantly, big smiles broke out upon both young women’s lovely faces.

Darting her hand out, Tanya reached up inside her open blazer and, from a hidden pocket, withdrew a tube of lipstick.  Pulling it open, she twisted it to extend a deep blood-red cylinder, and lifted it towards her lips.

Then she lifted her eyes, and blushed.

“Sorry,” she said, seeing Wonder Woman’s slightly surprised expression.  She shrugged, still cuddled tight against the Amazon’s super-human curves.  “I may be perfectly straight,” she lied, “but I still have to go all out for this one!”  Lifting the tube back up, she resumed applying it to her lips.

“Me too!” Amber said.  Pulling halfway out of Wonder Woman’s compliant arm, she too reached inside her blazer and withdrew a tube of lipstick, and lifted it to her lips as well.

Wonder Woman gasped, and stared in shock at the sight of both young women thoroughly preparing their lips for hers.  She licked her own full red lips, and then took a deep breath.  “Don’t worry,” she told them, softly.  “I understand.”

In fact, she did not.  Although the Amazon wore lipstick she did so for the exact same reason she paraded about in such an eye-catching costume, and kept her hair and body so immaculately maintained:  to prove to the world of men that a true goddess strutted in their midst, the better to train them to do as they were told.  She found few things could more thoroughly pacify a self-described ‘real man’ than being utterly defeated by the object of his fondest fantasies.  She had never, in all her immortal years, applied lipstick with the heady knowledge that she would soon be using those same lips to claim a first kiss.

Tanya finished applying her lipstick, rolled it back into its tube, and put the tube back in her blazer.  Turning her head up she gave Diana a big beaming smile – her full lips so red they seemed to glow.

“Ready?” she asked, eagerly.

Wonder Woman took a deep breath.  “Yes,” she said.

Tanya smirked.  “Good,” she said.

Reaching one hand around Diana’s buxom hip, she took a firm hold upon her gloriously rounded star-spangled ass.  Her other hand darted up and gripped Diana around the back of her head.  With a big predatory smile on her lips, she pulled the Amazon down to her.  Wonder Woman gasped softly, in surprise, at how assertive the saved damsel was being.  But she refrained from using her vastly superior strength to resist the blonde’s pull.  ‘Sexual peril can awake strange feelings in women’s hearts,’ she admitted to herself… scant seconds before the blonde’s lips alighted upon her own, and claimed them.

“Mmmm!” the mighty Amazon promptly moaned.  Her body shivered.  As astonished as she had been by the hunger with which Tanya had pulled her head down, she was still utterly unprepared for how aggressively the blonde’s tongue peeled her regal lips apart and shoved up inside them.  She whimpered, her blue eyes blinking wide in shock, as she suddenly found Tanya’s tongue and her own coiling and wrestling with one another… and her superior but inexperienced organ being entirely dominated in the process.  Tanya’s tongue repeatedly stroked from just inside their locked lips down the length of Diana’s shivering tongue, as if with each stroke she was trying to penetrate deeper inside the Amazon’s sacred throat.  Meanwhile, in back, Tanya stroked a single finger teasingly up and down the crack of Diana’s famous, star-spangled-panty-clad bottom.  Finally, after several passes up and down the glorious curve of her ass, the naughty long-nailed finger dipped low – reaching almost to the back of Diana’s satin-clad mound.

The mere approach of Tanya’s fingertip into the vicinity of her virgin pussy caused a sudden surge of panic in Wonder Woman, that none of the violence or threats she had faced so far that night had even come close to.  Letting out a loud moan into Tanya’s mouth, the Amazon’s blue eyes suddenly spread wide over their locked lips.  

With a loud moan, Wonder Woman suddenly pulled back from the kiss.  Her lips burst away from Tanya’s just as fast as Tanya’s naughty finger jerked back.  But the finger didn’t go far.  Rising up onto the bulbous swell of Diana’s super-human ass, it traced lightly at the edge of her defiantly skimpy panties.

“Sorry,” Tanya cooed.  She batted her lashes up at the breathless Amazon, and smiled winsomely.  “I got… a little carried away in the moment,” she admitted.

“My turn, my turn!” Amber gasped, from the other side, bouncing up and down on her heels before Diana could catch her breath.

Head spinning slightly in confusion, the redhead’s pleading insistence swiped Wonder Woman’s attention away from the smirking blonde.  Her lips turned, and hovered just above and before Amber’s.  The female hand still stroking and pinching at her mighty massive derriere vanished from her brain, as she stared at those waiting lips.

“Alright,” she whispered, softly.  “Your turn.”

“About damn time,” Amber said, sliding one hand up to clutch the back of Wonder Woman’s head.  Then pulling her down, she eagerly went up on tiptoe, and claimed them.

“Mmmm…” Wonder Woman murmured, through suddenly locked lips, as she received her second Sapphic kiss in as many minutes.  Her head swirled.  In moments, Tammy had peeled apart the Amazon’s lips and sent her tongue sliding deep inside, chasing and pursuing the Amazon’s elusive organ.  Wonder Woman rolled her head back and forth, moaning softly, as she struggled to deal with the unfamiliar emotions the redhead’s kiss ignited… but her lips never for a moment escaped Tammy’s smirking, eagerly pursuing pair.

Like her comrade, as Amber gave the Amazon Princess her thank-you kiss, she could not resist putting her hand upon her savior’s royal body.  But instead of the back, where Tammy’s fingers were still caressing playfully around the edges of Diana’s famous skimpy panties, Amber went in the front.  Her fingers alighted first atop the belt from which the Amazon’s famous lasso still dangled, and caressed teasingly at her navel, through the gap between her belt and her bustier.  The Amazon moaned softly… and her tongue began to stroke back against Amber’s a little more eagerly.  Then, Amber’s stroking hand slowly slid lower.  First across the belt, to trace teasingly at the edge of the Amazon’s panties.  Then, down to caress up and down the sleek swooping surface of the famous star-spangled bottoms themselves.  Then, a single finger dipped lower, and brushed across her crotch.

Instantly, Diana let out a loud bleat.  Her lips trembled violently against Amber’s.  With a moan, she pulled her head back and broke the kiss.

“Sorry,” Amber cooed.  She gave a wry smile up into the Amazon’s gasping face, while her naughty finger beat a hasty retreat up and off of her body.  Tammy did the same, with her hand on the Amazon’s butt.  “I, uh… got a little lost in the thrill of it all.”

“It’s… it’s okay,” Diana gasped.  

Standing between the two half-stripped beauties, she lifted one hand up to her head, and the other to her belly.  She panted softly – startled at the way her world seemed to spin in the wake of the two kisses.  But a few moments of concentration mostly cleared the fog that had started to fill her brain – though it could not quite clear the sudden warm, gooey feeling that had erupted inside her buxom hips.  

“Th-thank you girls, for your gratitude,” she said.  She took a deep breath.  Then, finding her center again, she lifted her head proudly, and put both hands down on her buxom hips.  “But I’m afraid I must go now, in pursuit of the Joker.”

“We understand,” Tammy said.

Lifting an arm, Amber pointed towards a dark doorway on one side of the room.  “He stayed just a little to leer at us,” she said.  “Then he left his gang to have their fun and went there with his…”  She shivered.  “With his vile girlfriend…” she said.

Getting her long heroinely legs back under her, Diana lifted her tiara-crowned head higher, and smirked.  “Don’t worry,” she cooed.  “I’ll take special care of her too.”  Her smile tightened, as she remembered Harley’s taunts.  “You can count on it,” she cooed.

Tammy bit her fingers for a moment, looking nervous - like even with the Joker absent there was something she felt scared to speak of.  But then, with a gasp, she spoke up anyway.

“By the way,” she said.  “His thugs said, the Joker keeps his sanctum hidden behind some sort of puzzle or something.  If you try to punch through, a bunch of traps go off.  If you know the secret, it opens right up.  But… I don’t know more than that.  Sorry!”

Wonder Woman shook her hand.  “Don’t worry,” she said.  “That’s already very helpful!”

“Don’t worry about us, or them,” Amber said, gesturing back towards the pounded thugs who still groaned obliviously beside their feet, bound to the stout column.  “We can call the police, and guard them until they arrive.”

“Thanks,” Wonder Woman said.  Hands on her hips, she smirked.  “I knew I could always count on the strength of my fellow women.”

Then, without another word, she set forth.  The two half-stripped beauties watched as the Amazon sauntered across the room, and approached the door Amber had suggested.  She paused briefly before it, her eyes glancing up and around warily.  Then, seeing nothing, she vanished inside.  The last they saw of her was the glint of her satiny, rounded, star-spangled buns, as they were swallowed up by the gloom.

For a few seconds the two rescued damsels stood beside the pile of pacified thugs, staring after where their shapely savior had gone.  Then, slowly, Amber lifted up her finger, and held it up before both her and her comrade’s faces.

The tip of her finger glowed with a thin film of gooey fluid, in which it had been coated during its brief rub across the well-kissed Amazon’s sopping, panty-covered vagina.

Slowly, staring at that shining finger, huge smirks spread across both girls’ faces.

“God-damn!” Tammy commented, studying the Amazon’s cream with half-lowered eyes.  “I don’t think I’ve seen any woman who needs it that badly in my life!”

“I know, right?” Amber giggled.  She wagged her finger back and forth – admiring the way Diana’s thick sticky lubricants stayed right in place.  “His Royal Highness is going to have so much fun running rampant on Her Royal Ass.”  Her dry hand down upon her lace-thong-clad hip, she heaved a giant sigh, making her impressive rack jiggle pneumatically between the open lapels of her coat.  “I only wish I could watch,” she said.

“Well, we can’t,” Tammy said.  “So, let’s get the two rats back to work before He gets mad.”

Strutting over to the far corner of the room, the girls kicked aside a couple of cardboard boxes that blocked the door to an easily-overlooked closet.  They yanked it open.

Inside, two more young beauties blinked up at them in shock.  They knelt naked upon their knees.  Dog collars had been fitted around their pretty throats, from which leashes extended up.  The other end of the leashes had been tied around several coat hooks attached to the back wall.  A riding crop also hung from one of the hooks.  Ball gags fitted tightly inside their mouths quivered, as their full red lips trembled around them.  The inside of the closet was fitted with foam sound insulation and the door was thick and solid, so the two kneeling hostages had no idea what had just transpired while they knelt in darkness.  Their pretty, tear-streaked eyes blinked slightly, in surprise, to see all the thugs who had captured and tormented them tied up and bruised some distance away.

Looking down at the two tellers, Tammy and Amber smiled.  Reaching out, Amber took a hold of the two girls’ leashes.  Tammy grabbed the riding crop.

“Alright, worms,” Amber said.  She nodded towards the tied-up gang muscle.  “Get over there and pry our men loose,” she said.  “The Boss may need them as fodder if things don’t go as planned.”

Tammy grinned.  “And when you’re done,” she said, “you can put those lovely tongues to work, down here.”  She pointed down past her flat belly and lace panties to her crotch, which was also visibly moist after her smooching session with the royal Amazon.

The two tellers whimpered into their gags, blinking up at Joker’s voluptuous hench-women in dismay.  Then, with twin moans, they obeyed.  Bowing their tear-streaked heads they got down onto all fours and began crawling towards the thugs, to put their dexterous fingers to good use.  

Through the door, Wonder Woman passed down a dark corridor.  Despite her bravado, she walked warily, her mighty buxom hips rolling slowly back and forth.  “Come out, come out, wherever you are…” she cooed softly, eyes looking studiously into the darkness.

Then she stepped forth from the corridor into the room beyond, and gasped.

Before her lay a glowing maze, stretching about in three directions.  It was made of what at first glance appeared to be giant video screens, each arrayed floor-to-ceiling.

And almost all of the screens were showing her.

“What is this?” she gasped.

In answer, a loudspeaker overhead crackled as it came to life.  Moments later, the Joker’s unmistakable cackling voice echoed through, edged with a bit of electronic static.

“A little techno-magic,” his voice purred.  “Zatanna used to use them - mostly to view herself in different outfits as far as I could see," he explained.  “After I got done fucking the top hat and fishnets right off her, the magical minx practically begged me to put them to better use.”  His chuckle echoed through the speakers.  “Consider this the entrance to my fun house,” he said.

'A hall of mirrors…' Wonder Woman thought.  'Great…'

But she didn't let her emotions show on her face.  Instead she lifted one finger, and wagged it instinctively.  "First thing," she hissed, "way to be a typical raging sexist, assuming women’s fashion is less legitimate than your so-called art."

Joker laughed.  "A sexist?" He said.  "Oh, I've really had it now!"

Wonder Woman ignored him.  "Second," she said, "Don’t think for a moment I believe how you said you got these.  You probably just snuck in and stole them from her, like a common little thief.  But, don’t think my knowing the truth will make me go any less hard on you!”

Joker’s voice giggled.  “Feel free to go as ‘hard’ on me as you like babe – so long as you're lubed up first.”  His voice chuckled.  “Though by the look of that costume, I don’t think that will be a problem…”

Wonder Woman’s red lips trembled, and then formed into a snarl.  “Chauvinist pig!” she hissed.

Then, not wanting to waste any more time, and mindful of Tammy’s advice, she stepped forward and stared into the ‘mirror’ right in front of her.  Moments later, her jaw dropped.

The reflection in the mirror was an almost perfect image of her body – with one exception.  As reflected in its enchanted surface Diana’s breasts – which were already gargantuan by the standards of almost any mortal woman – appeared as if inflated to several times their actual size.  Wonder Woman gasped in shock, as before her her titanically enlarged globes seemed to slosh back and forth like the tides, her colossal cleavage heaving and jiggling dramatically between the beach-ball-sized cups of her golden bustier.  They were so huge that, from where she stood, the crotch of her star-spangled panties barely peeked into view out from under their ponderous mass.  

The illusion was so mesmerizing, for a moment Diana’s gaze dropped instinctively down, and she gasped in shock down into her own actual cleavage.  Then, seeing they were still their normal (if still quite impressive) size, her head darted back up and her lips twisted with a growl.

“Pervert!” she hissed.  Her fist lashed out and struck the mirror.  It shattered, and instantly went black.  A spiderweb of jagged edges spiraled out across the darkened glass from where she had struck, and briefly glowed with a faint eldritch energy before going completely dark.  Her own real reflection now shone in its hazy dark surface – split in several places by the cracks.

Her anger fading with the image, Wonder Woman put her hands on her hips, and lifted her chin high.  “Figures that was the first one you would go with,” she said.  She smirked, into the image of her own reflection.  “Keep fixating on my breasts,”  she cooed, giving the huge wonders a slightly sloshing shake back and forth before the screen as if to encourage him.  Her smug smile broadened.  “It will only make it all the easier for me to knock you out.”

Joker’s voice chuckled back, over the over-head speakers.  “We’ll see,” he said.  “And don’t mind if I do, Sweet Cheeks.”

Wonder Woman’s face flickered with anger, as his mocking coo threaded across her.  But then, staring at her own reflection in the shattered screen, she briefly became lost in thought.

“If he’s taking the time to talk to me… thenisn’t fleeing,” she thought.

Taking a step back, she looked around.  Several other mirrors had also gone dark, when she had punched out the first.  The others, though her eyes did not focus on any one of them, were filled with other fun-house versions of herself.

“Batman’s villains are usually deranged,” she thought to herself, tapping one cheek as she took in the sights, “but they’re also slaves to their patterns.  If he thinks I’m going along with his scheme, he won’t be able to walk away.  His ego and his perverted lusts won’t let him – not while he thinks he has a prime opponent like me playing his little games.  Which means, as the girls said, if I can figure out his stupid little pattern here… he’s mine.”  She smirked.  “Should be child’s play, for an Amazon…” she thought.

Turning left, Wonder Woman strutted forward until she stood before another screen.  She stared at it for a second, her brow furrowing at first – before she realized what was going on.  Then, her jaw dropped with a gasp.

This time her body, in all its tall, buxom and athletic glory, had been left untouched.  Instead, targeting the bracelets on her wrists, the mirror had transformed them into manacles.  Phantom chains dangled back behind her, looking like they were clinking and clanking just behind her sculpted butt.  A phantom collar had been placed about her throat, from which a leash extended – gripped in a strong male hand.

But that was not the worst part.  As the Amazon gaped in horror, she realized that behind her there had suddenly appeared an army of dark thugs.  They were all pointing and laughing at her, as if at their new captured Amazonian slave...

On cue, within her gaping head - or perhaps pouring out from hidden speakers- there suddenly thundered a storm of raucous and mocking male laughter.

Wonder Woman gasped, in shock.  As before, for a moment the illusion was too real, and she succumbed to it.  Her mighty curves whipped back and forth as she struggled against chains that could never be broken, no matter her strength.  Her eyes darting up she gaped upwards in shock, half expecting to see a tall man holding her leash – ready and leering to lead his busty prize away to his bedchambers, and there to teach her the price of her arrogance.

But then, head whipping side to side, Wonder Woman gaped out at the crowds of cruel foes laughing at her – and saw nothing.  With a gasp, the world snapped back into focus after her momentary hallucination.  Her lips forming into snarl, she whipped her gorgeous head back around and hissed at the sight of her own captivity, seeing it at last for what it was.

“Knave!” she growled.  Her fist darting forward she once more punched out the mirror's lights.  It fizzed and went dark.  

Joker’s voice crackled above her.  “Nice self control!” he said.  He giggled, and then his mad voice grew more calm for a moment.  “Have you begun to figure out the pattern?” he cooed.  “If you can then you can beat me – I promise!  But if you just punch your way through all of them, I’ll be long gone…”

Withdrawing her fist, Wonder Woman studied the shattered mirror and glared.  Then, turning her head, she glanced back at the first she had destroyed.  As her head turned forward once more, she slowly smirked.

“Yes,” she cooed.  Stepping back and turning right, she faced down a new corridor – lined by a half-dozen mirrors each.  Half of them were now dark.  “I don’t know what stupid pattern you expected me to see,” she purred, “but the real one is clear enough.”  She hiked a thumb towards the first mirror.  “Fixation on breasts – you basically just want your mommy.”  Whipping her finger around, she pointed to the one she’d just punched out.  “Chains and leashes – strong women like me scare you so much you need us helpless before you can even stammer out a word edgewise.  I’ll bet you’re hung like a toothpick, or impotent – or both.”  Her full red lips spread, as she smiled smugly.  “The images may be distorted, but the big picture is coming through crystal clear…” she said.

But at these barbed words, Joker just giggled.  “Nice try!” he said.  He let out another chuckle.  “But I’m afraid the images in these screens aren’t my desires, Wonder Woman… they’re yours!”

Wonder Woman shivered for a moment, then snorted and rolled her eyes.  “Whatever,” she said.  “You talk big but you can’t read minds!”

Righteous anger and desire to punch his lights out restored, she marched forward down the row of mirrors.  As it sauntered forward her sculpted body passed before one after another.  Upon one her giant ass bounced like each planetary cheek had a gravity all it's own, straining her star-spangled panties.  In the next, every inch of her mighty body was dripping with pearly slime.  In a third, her classic costume had been redone in the Joker’s colors, and she wore a silver collar with the words ‘cheaper pudding’ embossed upon it.  Keeping her head high and her noble face fixed, Wonder Woman marched forward and did her best to ignore such pride-targeting distractions.  Instead, guided by her keen feminine instincts, she walked straight to l the far end of the central hallway, to a mirror that was slightly larger than all the others.  Parking both hands upon her hips, she stood glaring at it.

But for once, she did not immediately see something off in her reflection.  It appeared almost like a normal mirror, in which her illustrious curves bounced back and forth with her anger-heightened breathing.  The area behind her was a swirl of shifting black and white stripes, like she stood before a herd of zebras.  But in her own image she did not immediately spot any obvious change… which puzzled her.

“So what is the deal with this one, Joker?” she asked.  Her fingers, coiled into fists, quivered with impatience against her silky star-spangled hips, while her eyebrow twitched with fury over her burning blue eyes.

His voice crackled over the loudspeaker, starting with a high-pitched cackle.  “If you can figure that out, you can find me!  I promise!” he said.

“I see…” Wonder Woman said.  Her eyes narrowing, she leaned closer - careful not to get too close lest there be some sort of trap - and studied her own body intently, looking for signs of his mocking changes.

And as she stared at herself carefully, just behind her one of the screens – the one that had shown her ass bouncing by in massively inflated proportions – slowly and silently swung out until it faced directly towards the same immortal bump it had mocked.  As soon as it did so, it turned solid green.  From behind it the Joker himself stepped out.  His tall thin body was clad in its usual loose zoot-suit, a giant grin fixed upon his bony chin.  Stepping forward he admired the Amazon standing before him - and his already impossibly wide grin somehow grew even bigger.

The entire time Wonder Woman saw nothing.  The same stolen magic that had allowed his mirrors to paste her into chains and amidst laughing pointing crowds effortlessly filtered out the solid green screen, and the Joker’s purple and green suit.  Against the zebra-stripe swirl behind her only his giant grinning face, floating ghostlike between his unseen collar and his invisible green hair, appeared over her shoulder.  Her eyes intently studying her own body and costume for any sign of Joker-inflicted imperfection, the Amazon utterly failed to notice – at least, with her conscious mind.  Her subconscious still saw something, as the evil Cheshire grin came to hover over her shoulder unnoticed among the moving camouflage… and, out of nowhere, the Amazon felt an uncharacteristic shiver of psycho-sexual excitement run through her incomparably mighty and silky flesh.

Stepping forward, the Joker took position directly behind the mighty Amazon, so that even his grinning face was hidden from view by her lustrous sable hair - now leaving her with no clue at all to his presence despite the falsely-reassuring mirror into which she was studiously peering.  Standing close, like a pervert admiring an oblivious bikini-clad beauty in line before him at a beach-side snack shop, he let his eyes imitate hers in roving carefully over her body.  His gaze traced with relish over her long muscular legs, her jutting round ass straining at its star-spangled packaging, and the incredible swell of her superhuman hourglass-shaped figure.  

Even as his eyes traced with delight up and down the skimpy arcing edges of the oblivious super-heroine’s famous panties, the Joker slowly reached one hand into his suit.  He drew forth a vial of fluid, and a thick cotton pad.  He poured the contents of the vial into the pad.  Then, holding the soaked pad ready in his right hand, his left slowly reached out closer and closer – drawing near the small of her back.

Utterly obvious that the villain’s fingertips were now mere inches away from the top of her panties, just above her ass, Wonder Woman smirked at last.  Her fists, parked atop her incredibly swollen hips, tightened.

“I’ve got it,” she said.  Her eyes slid up and down the swooping front of her panties.  “This screen,” she said, “makes my costume look far skimpier than it really is.”  Closing her eyes she shook her head, her raven-black hair whistling back and forth across her shoulders.  “Nice try, Joker,” she said.  Lifting a finger from her hip, she waggled it instructively beside the screen.  “But there’s no way a self-respecting Amazon would wear such teeny tiny panties, nor show off such an insane amount of cleavage – as if she were just a sex-hungry, eager-to-be-tamed harlot!”

Behind her, Joker chuckled.  “Actually,” he cooed, “the trick to this one is that it shows you exactly as you are, Ms. Tits-for-Brains.  Including - and especially - your costume!”

It took Wonder Woman just a moment to realize that this time, instead of crackling over the loudspeaker, Joker’s voice had come to her clear as day – and from right behind her.  Her blue eyes spread wide, and her full red lips fell open in a gasp.  But by then, it was far too late.

Joker struck like lightning.  Two fingers darted down inside the backs of her panties, sliding in between the silk and the rounded tops of her buns – and took a firm grip.  Then, cackling with glee, he suddenly hoisted them out behind her, pulling and pulling until they bit deep into the flesh of her fertile hips, and pulled taut around her tender sacred mound.

As a skilled and practiced warrior, Wonder Woman had trained to respond instantly to any and every conceivable form of attack – except this one.  The pool-side-grade assault of having her bikini bottoms yanked out and away from her ass took Wonder Woman completely by surprise.  Her jaw dropped open – which was exactly what the Joker was counting on.

“Surprise!” he cackled.  Like a striking viper his bony hand darted around her gorgeous head, and slammed the soaked pad down hard upon her luscious lips.

“Mmmph!” Wonder Woman bleated.  Her blue eyes stared down in shock at the pad covering her mouth.  The sexual exploitation of his assault, combined with how little the invincible Amazon had considered him a threat, caused her to freeze for a second in shock.

A second more was all he needed.  A huge leer on his lips, the Joker tugged her straining star-spangled panties another inch out from her deliciously jiggling ass.  Then he let them go.  They flew back up against her luscious curves and slapped down hard back into place upon her jutting buttocks.

“MMMNNNG!” Diana squealed, loudly, as she got spanked hard by her own panties.  Instinctively , she drew in a deep gulp of breath – and, in the process, sucked down a lungful of the Joker’s gas.

Instantly, she regretted it.  But it was too late.  Her mind promptly began to swirl and spin, under the effects of his insidious drug - mixed with the drugs his two hench-women had kissed into her, to help put the oblivious Amazon beauty in a proper mental state for his games.  She tried to struggle – to no avail, as all she accomplished was to make her buxom body jiggle spectacularly in his arms.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Joker cooed.  As she tried to suck in another lungful of air to replace that filling her with drugs, he shoved the soaked cloth through her open lips all the way into her mouth.  Then, before she could recover from the first lungful of his strength-and-will-taming gas, the Joker seized both her wrists and jerked them behind her back.  Keeping her wrists pinned together with one hand, he used a single finger from the other to deftly lift her magic lasso off her curvy hip.  Darting it up he started to loop it around her braceleted wrists.

“Ngglm!” Wonder Woman moaned loudly.  After taking in another few brain-devastating puffs of gas, she finally managed to spit the wad of drug-soaked cloth out of her lips.  It landed at her feet.  “NO!” she gasped, gaping back in horror over her shoulder.  “You… you wouldn’t DARE!” she bellowed.

She was too late.  Moments later, a huge grin on his lips, Joker pulled his knot tight.  Bound by a man, Wonder Woman gasped and shivered as she felt her divine powers fade and drain away out of her limbs – leaving her no more than an unaging and exceptionally shapely captive jiggling in his clutches.  “No!” she gasped, blue eyes wide with horror.  “You… you can’t do this!”

Joker chuckled.  “Another super-heroine loses,” he said.  Bending down, he picked up the pad, then stood back up again behind her desperately yet uselessly wiggling form.  “Of course, that was what she wanted from the start,” he teased.  Reaching around, he slammed the soaked pad back onto her face.  Then, reaching around with his other hand he settled it upon her broad flat belly.  Holding her almost tenderly, his fingers caressing the sleek smooth front of her panties, he pulled the uselessly struggling super-heroine back against him.  His head beside hers, looking down into her wide-eyed face as he held her against him, he gave her a wicked leer.

“You know you wanted this,” he whispered to her, softly.  Leaning in his twisted lips gave her a tiny kiss, on her ear.  “Why else did you come to Gotham?” he purred to her afterwards, “if not to get done in by a real villain at last?”

Eyes blinking wildly in panic above the clamped pad, Wonder Woman bleated in shock.  But she didn’t have long to focus on his words.  As she wiggled and squirmed, with steadily increasing helplessness, in his arms, her incredibly round and buxom ass – still stinging from his trick invasion of her panties – rubbed vigorously against the front of his suit.

As it did so, Wonder Woman’s eyes suddenly burst wide and stayed there, as she suddenly felt something impossibly long and hard cradled between her buns, jiggled back and forth by their wiggling squirms.  ‘No… it can’t be…’ she thought, staring stunned out into the darkness that had begun to close in all around her.  ‘It’s impossible…’

Then that thought, along with all others, smeared out into a drunken blur and vanished from her mind.  With one last struggle and one last moan, her mighty busty body collapsed back against him.  Her blue eyes fluttered and then closed.  Her magnificently muscular star-spangled ass delivered one last slow rub up and down his crotch and then lay still, pressed tight and gently cradling the projecting bulge in the front of his suit.

After a few seconds Joker withdrew the pad.  Wonder Woman’s gorgeous head lay propped against his shoulder, cradled against him like a lover.  As his pad withdrew, her luscious red lips quivered.  Then, they let out a sigh… and a puff of wispy gas, flowing out of her lungs.

Slowly, his twisted smile grew broader, and his dark eyes glittered.  Then, throwing his head back he let out a loud and raucous laugh.

"BHAHAHAHA!" the Joker cackled.

He released Wonder Woman.  She slid down like a sleepy maiden and lay sweetly at his feet.  Then she tumbled down to lie sprawled and unconscious on her side.  He looked down at her, and giggled with glee.  Then he threw his head back, his arms spread wide, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed some more.

SUMMARY:  Wonder Woman destroys a group of Joker’s thugs, saving two pretty hostages in the process.  She allows the hostages to kiss her as a reward, and then takes their advice on where to go to find the Joker, sending her deep into his domain.  After she leaves the hostages are revealed to be minions of the Joker.  Unaware of this, Wonder Woman proceeds into a funhouse of magic mirrors, where the Joker mocks her and then ambushes her, knocking her out with a chloroform pad.