Author's Note: This is a porn parody of several well-known comic book characters. Wonder Woman, Wonder Girl, Troia, Power Girl, Super Girl, Nightwing, Batman, Superman, Cheetah, Giganta, Aquaman, Batgirl, Huntress, Justice League, Green Lantern, Poison Ivy, Queen Hippolyta, and Steve Trevor are all copyrighted characters and properties of the DC Comic Universe, and all rights belong to DC/Warner Bros.
Wonder Woman Created by Charles Moulton, Superman Created by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster, Batman and Nightwing created by Bill Finger and Bob Kane.
This story takes place after the Crisis on Infinite Earths, but prior to DC's Launch of its "New 52."
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Wonder Woman
In
THE POWER TRAP Part One
by
Sperman Alexie
Location: Washington, D.C.; Apartment of Diana Prince
Diana Prince sat at her kitchen table staring at her laptop computer. A half-empty glass of orange juice sat next to a half-eaten bagel. She wore a silken kimono over a black lacy bra-and-panties combination. Her attire was one of the positive side effects of telecommuting.
She had originally signed up to telecommute for her Pentagon job with the idea that it would free up more time for Wonder Woman to patrol the city, fight crime and stop the occasional alien invasion. Instead, she found herself constantly bombarded by requests for memos, new data flows and lots of spam in her inbox.
In fact, she had recently stepped down from the Justice League in order to focus more on a solo crimefighting career, but right now, she was stuck trying to perform her civilian duties in counterterrorism.
There's just so much,
she thought.
Aside from her attire, the other advantage to telecommuting was occurring inside her vagina. She was currently enjoying an egg vibrator going full-bore inside her pussy, and had already experienced three orgasms since "going to work" today.
An orgasm was usually something one couldn't get away with in the workplace. When you were an amazon princess with incredible super strength, it was impossible. But right now, in the privacy of her own home, she could let wave-after-wave of pleasure overcome her.
As she felt the tension build for a fourth climax, she took her right hand off the keyboard and started massaging her clit. She spread her forefinger and middle finger and started rubbing each side of her love-button. She was still sopping wet from her previous orgasms, so moisture was not a problem.
As she rubbed her quim, she tried to think of a man who could get her off.
She had fantasized about Steve Trevor numerous times already this week, but this time she decided to try something different.
Diana envisioned Superman laying her back on her bed, gently caressing her neck, rubbing her breasts with one hand while stimulating her pussy with the other. She unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his red trunks, exposing his enormous Kryptonian cock. While she fantasized this, her fingers continued to rub her clit while her other hand began pinching her lust-hardened nipples.
She moaned as she imagined his boner-of-steel sliding into her wet cavern, and gasped as the imaginary lover began pumping away at her. She started rubbing her pussy lips with incredible force and speed. Diana's lip curled as her eyelids closed with enough force to crack a walnut. She began panting as the egg vibrator launched her into her fourth orgasm of the day.
Diana cried out, experiencing the most powerful orgasm yet. With a crack and a shudder, she felt the tiny orgasm-inducing egg vibrator get crushed by the force of her cumming.
Seconds later, she lay moaning on her couch, not for the first time regretting that her power was tied so precariously to her pussy. When she left Paradise Island, her mother, Hippolyta warned her that if she ever allowed a penis into her vagina, she would become like any other mortal female, weak and submissive, even in this modern age of enlightenment.
Diana had enjoyed many sexual encounters with other women, and the occasional self-induced orgasm with a dildo, but she had remained "pure" when it came to actual sexual contact with a man. Shortly after she had arrived in the United States, she had tested the extent of the "no penetration" rule. After a particularly difficult battle, Diana had been overcome by lust at the sight of a rock hard penis. Batman had been held hostage by Poison Ivy, and she had used some sort of plant spore to arouse him uncontrollably. Diana sucked off Batman, drinking gouts of cum from his enormous cock. She had actually feared she would lose her powers, but apparently the penis-moratorium was limited to her vagina.
All of her sexual energy disappeared as she fished the shattered remains of the egg vibrator from her still soft pussy. These things weren't cheap, but if she could get four or five orgasms out of one before it got crushed by her muscular spasms, it could be worth it.
After disposing of the destroyed sex toy, she washed her hands and returned to the business at hand. Counterterrorism was no laughing matter. Maybe she could concentrate for a while before desire overcame her again.
Her attention was focused exclusively on the laptop computer and the spending patterns of a suspected sleeper cell in Montana when the her attention was diverted to the radio.
It had been droning on with news, traffic and sports for the better part of the day, but suddenly, she had heard the anchorman say the words "Wonder Woman."
"...several gold and jewelry stores in the greater DC Metro area recently. Several eyewitnesses reported having seen Wonder Woman at the scenes of the crimes, but not to stop the robberies. It appears the Princess of Power has been perpetrating the crimes rather than performing her usual role as a protector."
"What?" Diana was astounded at this report. Obviously some imposter was pretending to be her.
The radio continued.
"In one instance, Wonder Woman used her magic lasso to subdue a police officer after using her magic bracelets to deflect dozens of bullets fired at her," the reporter said. "In a prepared statement, the mayor reported that 'She also displayed feats of incredible physical strength. This clearly is a Wonder Woman gone wrong. We have reached out to the Justice League for some sort of confirmation of the situation.'"
"No," Diana said. She felt a sick twisting despair in her gut. Had she been somehow mind-controlled into being a criminal in her Wonder Woman disguise?
"We go now to the warehouse district where reporter Zach Grendoline is covering a live standoff," the reporter said.
The sound changed to a chaotic cacophony of sirens, static and gunshots.
"Larry, I'm here outside the Eastbrook Gold and Diamond Wholesale Export building, where Wonder Woman has apparently struck again," the reporter virtually screamed into his microphone. "This time, police arrived in time and have the building surrounded. Wonder Woman has been shouting threats from inside for several minutes now, but... wait... there's movement by the door. She appears to have made a human shield around herself by securing a naked man to the front of her body, with a naked woman tied to her back. This clearly is Wonder Woman, Larry. She's stunningly beautiful, easily six feet tall, maybe taller. And she's strong enough to walk around with two full-grown adults tied to her body with her golden rope. She's threatening to harm the two human shields if she is not allowed passage."
Diana stared at her radio before realizing she could probably get a live video feed on her computer. She quickly located a local news website and found a live video stream.
The grainy images were definitely compelling. She was slightly distracted by the naked human shields the woman was using. The man, an older, middle-aged man, had an enormous erection, for reasons that seemed irreconcilable. The woman also seemed aroused.
As for the Wonder Woman lookalike...
The likeness was striking, although Diana recognized some key differences. This Wonder Woman had brown eyes, and she appeared slightly older than Diana.
Still, this was disturbing news.
Diana rushed to her bedroom, and pulled a small lockbox from under her bed. She quickly keyed the combination and pulled a small porcelain statuette from it. Holding the statuette in her hands, she began chanting the name of Hippolyta, her mother. The statuette, a small portable oracle, began to brighten, lit by an internal source.
