Wonder Woman vs the Joker Part 8 - Tribute

By Violator

Author’s Note:  this is the final part of the Wonder Woman vs Joker story.  Hope you have enjoyed it.  Current plan is that there will be a week or so gap, then a single-shot story will come out; and after that I plan to start another multi-parter.  Send feedback or comments to violatoremail@protonmail.com  Hit END for a short summary.

Our Story Thus Far:  Wonder Woman entered Gotham to defeat the Joker, and was tamed by him insead.  As his ultimate victory over her, the Clown Prince compelled the Amazon Princess to marry him in a secret ceremony - promising both her own utter obedience, and a dowry consisting of every single Amazon on her island delivered to him one by one until her entire race is his harem.  Now, Wonder Woman has returned to Gotham once more… with a special companion in tow.

One month later, the Amazon once more stood on the streets of Gotham.  But this time, she was not alone.

“Oh!  Man’s World!” Arianna said.  Her pretty face darted around, taking in the filth and scum around her eagerly.  “And not just any part of Man’s World… the heart of darkness, Gotham City itself!” she said.

Arianna was amongst the most beautiful of the Amazons.  She also, in the training arenas, had a reputation as a fierce and valiant warrior.  Standing next to Diana, she was nearly a match for her physically.  Though her breasts were slightly smaller, she made up for it with the incredibly dramatic swell from her trim and narrow waist out to her broad and buxom hips.  An obsessive athlete, every inch of her body was sleek and toned.

Taking a cue from her mighty Idol, Arianna had come to Gotham in a costume designed to taunt Man’s World with what it could never have.  Her insane body was clad in little more than a skimpy string bikini in pure white, decorated here or there with a golden star where a taut strap met a bulging overstretched cup or panel.  Below she wore long leather thighboots, plus long leather gloves on her arms, and upon her head, a golden circlet.  What super-heroine name she would use was something the excited beauty was still working out - but her current top pick was the Valiant Vixen.

Turning her gorgeous blonde head, Arianna beamed at Diana in gratitude.  “Thank you so much for taking me here!” she said.

“Don’t mention it,” Diana said, demurely.  She glanced around.  “You didn’t tell any of the other Amazons, did you?” she asked.

“Oh!” Ariana said.  She shook her circleted head, vigorously.  “No!” she said.  “I wouldn’t do that.  I don’t want to get you in trouble!”

“Good…” Diana murmured.  Dropping slightly behind Arianna’s sauntering form she ducked to one side.  From atop a trash can, she picked up a small cloth pad from where it had been placed.  Strutting eagerly along upon her long legs, eyes darting down one filthy side alley after another, Arianna barely noticed.

“I can’t wait to start teaching some villains who’s boss, and show the men of Man’s World there’s another woman out there to keep them in line!” she said, enthusiastically.

“Yes… yes…” Diana murmured softly.  Reaching down into her enormous cleavage, she plucked out a tiny vial.  Opening it up, she poured the sickly-sweet contents into the pad… while holding it ready directly behind Arianna’s boldly swaying and staggeringly well-rounded ass.

With one last stride of her long muscular legs, Arianna reached the designated spot at the intersection of two streets.  Almost as if she realized it was her mark, she stopped dead under a streetlight – illuminated as if on stage.  Raising her hands up to her buxom hips, she spread her legs wide and looked down one road after another – admiring how they stretched out empty before her.

Lacking a veteran super-heroine’s instincts, she did not seem to realize that in the heart of Gotham’s ghetto an empty street likely meant that a supervillain’s gang had cleared it in advance.  Or that they might, at that very moment, already have several high-end video cameras trained in upon her from the shadows… as if primed to capture a haughty and preening, virginal heroine’s downfall.

“The perverts of this city will never know what hit them,” the would-be Valiant Vixen continued, oblivious – lost in the enthusiasm and in her own pretty blonde head, “when they find two invincible Amazons, not just one, out on patrol!”

“Yes… they won’t know what hit them…” the Amazon agreed softly… slinking up behind Arianna’s staggering hourglass-shaped curves.

At last, Wonder Woman could delay no more.  Standing right behind Arianna, she slipped the drug-filled pad around the side of her unsuspecting blonde head, and brought it down onto her face.  “What the?!” Arianna gasped briefly, her bright grey eyes blinking down at it in shock, moments before Diana’s hand slammed it down, sealing it over her nose and lips.

“Mmmph!” Arianna bleated into the pad, her body shivering.  Above the pad her lovely slate-grey eyes blinked wide in complete and utter shock, to be betrayed, by all people, by Wonder Woman herself.

“Shhhh,” Diana whispered.  Coming up close behind her – until her huge breasts pressed up against her back and the blonde’s wiggling ass pressed hard against the front of her star-spangled panties – Diana slipped her free hand around and rested it lightly on her fellow Amazon’s taut, trembling belly.  “I’m sorry,” she whispered, into Arianna’s ear.  Then, knowing full well that there was one sure way to force the blonde to suck down all her gas, she caressed her fingers down – down across her flat belly, and across the skimpy front of her would-be super-heroine panties – and up between her legs.

“MMMM!” Arianna belated again, her grey eyes flashing wide.

But there was nothing she could do.  In seconds, her tender pussy getting expertly stroked by Diana’s fingers through her tiny panties, she wiggled, squirmed – and then took in a deep breath, sucking a complete lungful of the will-annihilating gas down inside her curvy body - sealing her fate.

Instantly the grey eyes batting furiously over Wonder Woman’s clenched pad flickered… and began to lose coherence.  Her mighty body shivered… and then gave in.  Her long powerful legs, squirming back and forth, gave one last spasm… and then went limp, silently surrendering up the ability to defend the sacred untouched pussy that nestled between them.

Wonder Woman kept her curvaceous comrade clutched close, massaging her pussy steadily, until she felt the last of the pride and will slip out of her.  When she withdrew the pad, Arianna’s gorgeous head rolled back against her shoulder and moaned softly – a puff of the mind-destroying gas escaping in a long plume from her lips.

“Nice job, honey,” Joker purred.  Materializing from the shadows behind her, he swung his pimp hand down and delivered a sharp swat to Diana's star-spangled bottom.  Wonder Woman gasped, her body leaping, as his spanking left her rotund ass jiggling in its wake.

“Yeah,” Harley cooed.  Emerging from the shadows on the opposite side, she strutted up before them and grinned.  “You make a pretty good predator, for a haughty cow,” she said, admiring the prize Wonder Woman had brought them with relish.

“This one have the same weaknesses you do?” the Joker asked.  He held up a pair of handcuffs.

Wonder Woman sighed softly, and nodded.  “Yes,” she said, as Arianna’s gorgeous form wobbled drunkenly back and forth between the trio of predators that surrounded her.  “As a fellow Amazon, she too will lose all her strength if bound by a man, in accordance with Aphrodite's Law.”

Joker smirked.  “Good law that,” he said.  “Maybe the first one I heard that I actually like!”

Reaching out, he seized Arianna by her arms.

The mighty blonde Amazon had taken enough gas to destroy her mind and dull her senses, but not to knock her out entirely.  As her arms were dragged behind her back she squealed, and squirmed instinctively.  But all she managed to accomplish was to wiggle her stunning ass back and forth spectacularly before the leering villain, before he slapped his cuffs around her wrists and rendered her tame.

“Ohhhh…” what would have been the Valiant Vixen gasped.  Her lips opened up and quivered in shock as she felt her mighty strength, her birth-right as an Amazon, drain right out of her sculpted limbs… down into her twat.

“Congratulations, cunt,” the Joker laughed.  Reaching around a single finger, he stroked it mockingly up and down the incredible swell of her buxom fertile hip – tracing it back and forth teasingly over the skimpy strap of her panties.  “You’re ours now!” he cackled.

“Oh…” Arianna gasped.  Her gorgeous face blinked wide, slowly recovering from the gas – just slightly too slow to save herself.  “Oh… how… how could you?!” she asked, in a loud wail.

Whether intended for her or not, she did not seem to direct the question to Wonder Woman directly.  Regardless, standing by and sneering, Harley decided to take it upon herself to answer.

“Simple!” she said.  “Like this!”

Pouncing upon the helpless Amazon, Harley Quinn seized hold of her bra between her overloaded cups, and easily ripped it open.  Arianna shrieked, her eyes blinking wide in shock, as her big naked hooters spilled forth to bounce and slosh in the Gotham air.  But, chortling, Harley was far from done.  Darting down, she seized hold of what would have been Valiant Vixen's trademark super-panties.

“No!” Arianna gasped, her gorgeous face gaping down in utter horror.

But there was nothing she could do but wiggle back and forth and moan, tongue lolling from her mouth, as her skimpy panties were yanked down and over her incredibly buxom hips.  Cackling like a cruel little girl, Harley jerked them down the super-heroine’s legs, the little triangular scrap trailing behind the stretched-out straps as they slid down her muscular thighs.  Reaching the ground, Harley slipped them off the heroine’s feet.

Standing up, she held them up.  She smirked.  “Slut,” she said as, with a squeeze of her fingers, she dislodged enough sopping moisture to prove it hadn’t just been the desire to provide justice that had kept the blonde excited as she strutted into the dark and threatening neighborhood.  Then, balling the panties up into a wad, she shoved them down the whimpering Amazon warrior’s mouth.  “Now shut up!” she cackled as she did so.

Seizing her by both arms, Harley whirled their captive to face the Joker.

“What do you think of the first catch Wonder Slut reeled in?” she asked.

“Nice,” he purred.  Reaching up, he cupped her big breasts and squeezed them.  Then he stroked one hand down her belly, and between her legs.  “She’s a virgin?” he asked.

“Yes,” Wonder Woman said.  “we all are,” she clarified.  Then she blushed.  “Well, except for me, now…” he said.

“Wonder-ful…” Joker cooed.  His fingers, down between her legs, stroked Arianna’s pussy lips.  He pushed a finger inside her, confirming how tight she was – and how wet.  

“Excellent,” the Joker purred, as he felt the wide-eyed Amazon's pussy lips squeeze and quiver tautly around his finger.  He popped his finger out - and it made a moist 'snap' audible even to Wonder Woman.  He grinned.  “She’ll make an excellent start,” he cooed, “of my making a joke out of all the Amazons… not just their Princess.”  Then he withdrew his hands from the captive's sleek, squirming body.  “Now take her away,” he said.

Harley smirked.  “You heard the man,” she said.  Wheeling her around, she lifted her hand up and brought it down, hard, upon Arianna’s uplifted round bottom.  

“MMM!”Arianna moaned, through the super-panties dangling out of her mouth.  A deep blush spread across her cheeks.  But with another few swats she could not resist.  Giving in, doubled over, with Harley’s hand wrapped cruelly in her hair, she obediently stumbled forward.  As she allowed herself to be led away, towards the bed where Joker’s immense penis would begin proving that it was not just Diana, that every last one of the Amazons was comically easy and eager to be tamed as their Princess, her voluptuous bottom was lifted up high.  Facing back to where the Joker and Wonder Woman stood watching, rivulets of her juices ran from her exposed pussy down her thighs, pooling in the cuffs of her boots and shining in the light.

Turning to face her, the Joker smiled.  “Good job, slut,” he said.

Wonder Woman gasped softly.  Folding her hands behind her star-spangled bottom, she hung her head.  “Thank you, my husband,” she said.  She bit her lip for a moment, as a tingle of excitement ran up and down her body.  At last, she could not resist.  “May… may I beg a wifely favor, my husband?” she asked.

The Joker raised an eyebrow.

“What?” he asked.

With a thump, Wonder Woman dropped straight to her knees.  Kneeling before him, she lifted her hands to her rack.  With trembling fingers, she hastily tore her bustier open, and then peeled it apart.  Her huge tits spilled forth to jiggle before him.  She looked up into his eyes.  “Please,” she whispered, softly.  Then she opened her mouth wide, and held it open.

Looking down at her, the Joker chuckled.  “I guess I might,” he said.  He unzipped, and yanked out his cock.  It fell down in between her breasts.

Wonder Woman took a deep breath, staring at it in awe.  She had spent so much of the last month gallivanting about in her proud bustier and panties, pretending to be a super-heroine… when every last second, deep inside, she was just aching for his cock.  She knew she should not pester her husband for sex, but was glad to at least get to blow him.  “Thank you,” she whispered.  Grabbing her breasts with trembling hands, she lifted them up and wrapped them around his cock.

Looking down, the Joker smiled as his shaft was suddenly surrounded by jiggling Amazonian breastfat.  Then he smirked.

“You know…” he cooed, as he pulsed between her jiggling wonders, “you never did give me a ring…”  He tapped a finger to his cheek, and his twisted smile broadened.  “Why don’t you see if you can leave me one of lipstick… way down around the base?”

Wonder Woman breathed deep, as she contemplated her task.  “Yes… yes my husband…” she whispered.  Then, spreading her lips wide, she wrapped them around him… and, like she knew a good wife should, began doing as she’d been told.

THE END 

SUMMARY:  Wonder Woman has returned to Gotham, with a fellow Amazon in tow, supposedly on her first mission as a new super-heroine.  Unfortunately for said Amazon she gets betrayed and taken from behind by none other than Wonder Woman herself, and then delivered into the Joker and Harley’s clutches.  The villainess pair have some fun stripping and abusing their new toy, then Harley leads her away to begin prepping her for the real fun.  Pleased with his wife’s performance, Joker allows her one request.  She promptly drops to her knees, and begs to taste his cock once more, to which he happily complies.