Wonder Woman looks at you as you enter the room carrying her lasso she has only one question what do you want she says through gritted teeth
“Ohhh…” Wonder Woman moaned, her large body spent & limp after being fucked roughly by the young schoolboy. Dylan, the young school bully, admired his handiwork. Diana was sprawled across his desk, her gorgeous ass presented like some sort of trophy. Her luscious skin was slick with sweat & cum. “Mm…” She tried catching her breath, relishing in the arousal & humiliation of being utterly dominated by this young boy. Dylan had unlocked a part of her that she kept secret; her desire to be dominated and put in her place. She had hidden this desire behind a honorable stature and exquisite armor. Yes, she was Wonder Woman… But even with all those muscles & curves, she was still a woman with needs.
Wonder Woman let out a soft moan, feeling thoroughly dominated and used by the young boy. As her mind fogged with lust and submission, she couldn't help but crave more of his rough treatment. Her eyes met Dylan's, pleading for him to continue, begging for release from this delicious torment. She wanted him to fuck her harder, make her feel like nothing else mattered in the world except for his cock filling her up and his commanding voice echoing through her mind.
With a growl, Dylan slammed into her again and again, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room as sweat dripped from every inch of Wonder Woman's skin. Her tight muscles clenched around Dylan's length, milking him for all he was worth.
"I own you, Wonder Woman," he panted between harsh thrusts. "You belong to me." His words sent shivers down her spine, only fueling the fire of her submission. She wanted this boy to make her his completely; she needed him to claim her in every way possible. As Dylan's pace quickened and their passion reached its peak, she arched her back into him with a cry of release, orgasming around his cock as he spilled his seed deep inside her.
Wonder Woman's body trembled and convulsed with every powerful thrust from Dylan, her soft moans echoing through the room as she gave herself over to him completely. Her hips bucked up in response, desperate for release from this blissful torment, his cock slamming into her again and again with unrelenting force. The boy's dominant words rang true, their meaning echoing deep within her soul as she finally climaxed around him, shuddering violently with every spasm that wracked her body. Dylan took a step back, a smirk playing on the boy’s lips as he playfully swatted Wonder Woman’s bare ass cheek, satisfied with his pounding. “Pathetic.” He mocked.
Despite Dylan's mocking words, there was no shame in Wonder Woman's voice as she replied softly, "You were... better than I ever imagined..." Her words trailed off into a whisper, her gaze falling to the floor as she tried to regain some composure. The afterglow of her orgasm still washed over her, leaving her limp and sated. She had never felt this way before; so exposed and vulnerable... but at the same time, more alive than ever.
Dylan walked around his desk slowly, kneeling down in front of Diana once more. His hand cupped her cheek gently before moving to run through her sweat-drenched hair. "You were a good fuck." he said solemnly, meeting her eyes and holding them. A strange sort of affection flickered briefly across his features before it was replaced by his usual arrogant smirk. "But not the first bitch to moan my name."
Wonder Woman looked down at the floor, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire. She hadn't meant to moan his name; it had just slipped out amidst her pleasure and submission. Despite knowing better, she couldn't help but feel a strange sort of gratitude towards him for giving her this release.
Diana felt her face flush even more at the boy's words, but she couldn't deny that there was a strange sort of satisfaction in them. As he let go of her hair and stood up once more, Wonder Woman slowly lifted her head to meet his gaze. Her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath as she struggled to find the strength to stand on her own. "You... you were right," she admitted quietly. "I needed this." The admission felt like a weight being lifted from her shoulders, even as it left her feeling more exposed than ever before.
Dylan quirked an eyebrow, unused to such admissions from the legendary warrior princess. He looked over, noticing how she remained sprawled across her desk like a pile of meat. “Of course you did.” Dylan replied, snorting. “You walk around, fighting crime in a skimpy outfit that shows off your ass & legs. Hell, you literally walked into a school full of horny teens while dressed like a slut. What did you expect?” He asked, proving his point by poking her buttock with his finger.
Dylan's words stung, but they also rang true. Diana knew she had been careless, walking into the school in her revealing attire and playing directly into the hands of someone like Dylan. As he poked her exposed behind, a small growl escaped from between her lips. It wasn't enough to make him stop, but it was a sign that she hadn't completely submitted to his dominance.
Her eyes narrowed as she glanced up at the boy who had so easily bested her. "No," she muttered through gritted teeth. "I am a woman of honor & pride. I show my assets because i can, not because i have to." She paused, feeling a strange mixture of defiance and desire course through her veins.
Wonder Woman paused, thinking over her words as Dylan continued to poke and prod at her backside with amusement. It was true; she had reveled in showing off her body because it made her feel powerful and confident. But she also knew that there was more to herself than just her physical prowess. Her strength of will and determination were what truly set her apart from other beings, mortal or not. And right now, as she lay here beneath Dylan's command, those qualities burned within her like a dying ember waiting for the chance to ignite once more. “And look where those assets have led you today… To be fucked by a boy half your size and barely legal.” He smirked.
"You're right." Diana moaned, feeling the boy’s hand squeeze her plump buttock.
Her eyes flickered back up to meet Dylan's, narrowing as she studied him. Even though he was smaller than her and nowhere near as strong or experienced, there was something about him that made her want to obey his every command. It was an invisible thread of dominance that flowed between them; a connection she could feel but not quite understand. For a moment, Wonder Woman wondered what it would be like to truly serve someone like this boy... if only for a little while longer.
Dylan grinned as he felt the defiance dissipate from Wonder Woman's aura, replaced by something far more alluring; submission and arousal. He knew she was coming around to his way of thinking now. The idea that someone so strong and powerful could find pleasure in being dominated, especially by him... it was almost too good to be true. With one last squeeze, he released her ass, stepping back a little as he admired its pink, well-spanked glow. “Don’t worry, Wonder-Babe. We’ll keep this between us.” He teased.
Wonder Woman looked up at Dylan, her eyes shining with desire and something else; a need to please him that went beyond anything she'd ever felt before. She nodded slowly, almost hesitantly. "Yes... I trust you." Her voice was soft, barely more than a whisper as she let out a contented sigh.
Dylan smirked triumphantly, taking in her submission with satisfaction. He knew he had her now; body and soul. With one graceful movement, he climbed onto his desk and sat down cross-legged facing the defeated goddess. His gaze flickered over her form once more before settling on her breasts, which heaved softly beneath their blanket of golden hair. "Good girl," he purred. "Now it's my turn to have some fun with you." And with that, his hand darted out to cup one of her perfect breasts, squeezing and massaging the firm mound through her skintight suit.
Wonder Woman arched her back into Dylan's touch, moaning low in her throat as pleasure coursed through her body. "Mmm... please..." she murmured between gasps for air. The feel of his hand on her breast sent shockwaves of desire cascading through every inch of her being. She had never expected to find this kind of satisfaction under someone else's command, but there was no denying the electricity that flowed between them now. As he continued to fondle and tease her breast, she let out a small whimper, writhing on the desk in helpless arousal.