Wonder Slut (Part 2) (Patreon)

Free Write

Themes: Consensual, Slutty, Dom/Sub, Bondage

Word Count: 2,013

Summary: After the events of Part 1, Diana meets up with her true Dom back at his place for some introspection and rough lovemaking.

Part 2

  Diana arrived at the Batcave to find Bruce, still dressed as Batman, already seated at his computer and working. The beautiful woman had stopped off to take a quick shower and change into a clean costume before meeting him here, but she was still surprised by his speed. After all, ten minutes ago he’d been helping her round up and arrest those thugs that she’d let use her body. Her boots clacked along the floor and she saw the moment he twitched, signifying he knew she was there.

Of course, him being Batman, that was probably more for her benefit than anything, and he’d more than likely known she was there the instant she entered his airspace. Biting her lower lip, the woman known around the world as Wonder Woman stepped up and then slowly sank to her knees, her arms coming up with her hands turned palm up, her golden lasso offered up. Of course, Bruce ignored her at first, as was his right. Diana merely stayed where she was, perfectly still. 

When she’d first come to the World of Man, the Amazonian Princess had learned much. More importantly, she’d learned that most men could be safely put in two categories, good and bad. It really was that simple, despite all the shades of grey that could show up in between. But after the first time a super villain had turned her own lasso against her, Wonder Woman had learned something about herself as well, even as she’d broken free and beaten him down.

In that instant of perceived helplessness, her pussy had moistened. At first, Diana hadn’t really understood what it was she was feeling. She’d had sex with a couple good men and found it to be relatively lacking, especially compared to the trysts she’d had with her sisters back on Themyscira and the rebellious orgies made up of the younger more free thinking women she’d been part of growing up. It was not until that moment where she’d been bound by a bad man, restrained with her own lasso as he gloated over her, that Diana had felt something.

Eventually she was forced to admit to herself that it was arousal. The feminist icon enjoyed being tied up, it was as simple as that. Even more than that, she discovered she enjoyed being humiliated and degraded as well. Diana Prince eventually came to realize that she had a full blown rape fetish. Of course, she was still Wonder Woman. She was still a heroine. It made it rather difficult for the woman to find the release she suddenly craved, when her desires warred with her sense of responsibility.

Until she’d met Bruce, Diana had despaired of ever being able to truly enjoy herself. Bruce Wayne was not a good man or a bad man. Bruce Wayne was a great man, and after saving the world at his side countless times, Diana Prince had realized that if she could trust him with the world, she could trust him with herself. He had been surprised at first, when she’d asked him out on a date, but she’d seen the look in his eyes. He was pleased at the idea.

When she’d taken things a step further and offered herself in her entirety to him on that first date, Diana knew she’d finally caused the great Batman to hesitate. He’d asked her if she was sure a few dozen times and seemed entirely wary of some sort of trap. But when he’d finally accepted that she was being completely honest about her desires, he’d attacked the problem with the single minded ferocity he did everything else.

She was his now, and as he finally turned from his computer to regard her silently, Diana felt her cheeks heating up under his gaze, a full body blush beginning to start growing from her face down her neck. Having his eyes on her always turned her on. It was part of what made her enjoy the gang rape as well, knowing he was there watching every moment of it. After a moment, Bruce let out an amused sigh and shook his head at her as he reached out and took the lasso from her outstretched hands.

Standing, the well-built man stepped behind her, grabbing her nonresistant arms and pulling them firmly behind her back to tie them up and secure them there.

“My filthy little Wonder Slut. What am I ever going to do with you?”

Diana bit her lip as the degradation caused her to grow all the wetter. She loved it when he debased her like that, knowing he meant it with such absolute affection and out of these sorts of situations, he had such respect for her. The fact that Bruce could throw a switch like that, differentiate between Diana the Slut and Wonder Woman the heroine, that was what made him truly great in her eyes.

Still, she didn’t answer him, staying silent except for when he gave her half-bare ass a spank once he was done restraining her. That got an involuntary gasp from her even as Bruce grabbed her by her dark hair with one hand and traced a finger across her tiara with the other. He circled around to in front of her again and pulled her head back so he could look down into her eyes.

“Tell me what you want.”

A simple command and Diana answered easily as she looked up, right into his eyes, locking gazes with him.

“I want to suck your cock. Please, let me suck your cock.”

The words came easily, influenced by the lasso. Diana could resist her own weapon, even break free if she needed to, but with Bruce she wouldn’t lie. In point of fact, Diana loved being forced to tell the truth, loved just giving into the slightly manipulative effects of the golden rope.

Bruce let out another chuckle and reached down, doing something with the crotch of his costume right at her eye level that allowed him to pull his cock out of its tight confines. He was already painfully hard, and Diana reflected, even as he let his huge length flop down across her face, that she was probably at fault for that. Her eyes went cross eyed as they tried to take in the thick prick between them, laid out as it was along her nose and across her forehead, his balls resting on her chin.

The Amazonian woman, at this moment nothing but a wanton slut, could not resist licking along the underside of his cock now that it was in front of her. She kissed up and down until he pulled back, using her grip on her head to press the tip of his dick against her lips. They opened readily and Diana took her lover’s, her master’s huge length down her throat readily, practically inhaling him as she eagerly suctioned her lips down around his girth.

She heard him let out a grunt as she swirled her tongue around the underside while bobbing her head up and down as his grip relaxed, giving her more control. Diana used it to take things slowly, enjoying servicing the glorious cock in front of her that was currently attached to a glorious man she loved with all her heart. Eventually, Bruce pulled back and took Diana with him, eventually falling back into his high back computer chair and letting her come to a rest between his legs as she continued to lavish praise on his long thick meat pole.

Diana moaned around the length currently plundering her throat, sending vibrations down his girth that caused Bruce to let out a groan of his own, his cock jumping in her mouth and pulsing in a way that told her he was close. And so she drew back, dialing things back until he’d calmed down a bit. Bruce allowed this, letting her keep him on the edge for some time as she slowly and sensually sucked on his cock, using every bit of experience she’d learned from her years in Man’s World to make the act as pleasurable as possible without tipping him over the edge.

Eventually though, he grunted and Diana knew her lover was getting close to his personal limit. If she let him hit that, he would turn into every bit the dominant man she knew he could be, grabbing her hair roughly and choking her on his prick until he came bucket loads down her throat. Diana had enjoyed that version of Bruce’s lovemaking more than once, and she was almost inclined to let it happen again. However, she’d already engaged in a wonderful rough little gangbang earlier.

With slight regret, Diana slipped her mouth off of Bruce’s cock, the head of his length slipping out from between her plump lips with a plop as she slowly stood, arms still bound behind her. It made this next part a little harder, but Diana managed all the same, climbing into Bruce’s lap, his chair made to bear the weight of an Amazonian Princess and himself after a couple… mishaps. It held firm, even as he placed his gloved hands on her hips and guided her down so that her own covered crotch was rubbing back and forth against his thick angry cock.

After a moment, he reached between her legs and pushed her leotard to the side, exposing her naked juicy pussy to his eyes and more importantly to his cock. Diana gasped as he pierced her core, pushing up into her easily and letting her push down to impale her slit on his length. More than half of him was inside of her drenched cunt in a single instant, a testament to just how fucking wet the Amazonian was at this point.

She felt Bruce pulsing inside of her still, the only thing holding back his climax at this point was the man’s considerable willpower. Just another aspect of the caped crusader that Diana loved, how strong he was in so many different ways. Looking into his eyes, Diana leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his even as she began to slide up and down on his huge length. It felt like it was splitting her apart anew each time, yet it was the most heavenly pleasure she’d ever experienced.

Both of them were panting with exertion now and Diana moved forward just a bit more to kiss her lover on his lips, capturing his mouth with hers and wrestling with his tongue as she bounced up and down in his lap, her own release getting closer and closer with each thrust up into her hot center. When Diana finally did come, it was glorious and she screamed her ecstasy to the heavens, inadvertently breaking her bindings as she brought her arms around to wrap around Bruce’s upper body.

Leaning forward as she shook, she buried his face in her chest, even as she felt him lose his battle of control as well, his huge length finally releasing its pent up load of cum deep inside of her womb. It set off another series of mini orgasms that wracked Diana’s body with spasms again, before she finally calmed down. They were left panting together on the chair as Diana rested against Bruce’s muscular, masculine body. After a few moments, he pulled her up and she helped him by floating just a tad to deal with her weight. Repositioning her across his lap, he leaned over and kissed her soundly on the lips. Diana smiled and hugged him, returning the kiss and nuzzling into his neck as they cuddled.

Yes, there were good men and bad men and great men. Diana’s secret was that she loved to be ravaged by the bad and honestly thought the good were a little boring. But the great men, like Bruce Wayne, those were the real treasures. She was so damn lucky to have snagged one up, a man that would cater to her darkest desires and basest instincts. She wouldn’t let him go for the world.