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Oathbound	By : rubicon541 Category: DC Verse Comics > Wonder Woman Views: 145699 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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WONDER WOMAN
OATHBOUND
by
Rubicon Cross
Chapter Six
We'd been quiet in our drive back from the mall. It had been hard to remember that for all of Diana's amazing qualities -- all her divine power and her astounding beauty -- she was Wonder Woman. Seeing her throw herself at the thugs to protect that couple... seeing her strength and speed and agility turned towards combat -- and at the same time seeing how careful she had been to not cause permanent injury even to the criminals...
It was intimidating. And I admit, I felt a little guilty. I mean... I loved everything we'd done, but I was forcing this... hero to service me.
"You're thinking about our arrangement," she said, looking at me as I pulled into my parking lot.
I blinked, but nodded. "I am."
"Because you saw the other side of the woman you were raping," she said, matter of factly.
I paused, flushing slightly. I wouldn't have called everything we'd done rape... but of course it was rape. She had been coerced into swearing an oath she couldn't break. Even if she enjoyed it -- even if she loved it -- she was incapable of consenting to it because she was incapable of refusing it. And I'd leveraged that to force far more than my penis into her vulva. I'd forced parts of Diana she'd never had to confront out into the open.
And she'd enjoyed it.
"Yeah," I said.
"I told you. If you ever did anything like this to anyone else, I would bring you down and bring you in, and serve out the terms of my oath as conjugal visits." She didn't sound angry or harsh. Her voice was soft, but wasn't hesitant. "You threatened people I care about. And you locked me into something I literally can never break. You locked me into something I have to protect, even from my friends. And my friends would be horrified if they realized what was happening to me this weekend, and why." She paused. "And one of those friends is Batman, Daniel."
I shivered, nodding. "I know," I said.
"And... let me be clear about something," she said. "While we are having this conversation, before we go back into your apartment." She turned to look me in the eyes. "You can't release me from this oath."
I blinked. "What?"
"Thomas... the terms of the oath you made me swear has no provision for you to voluntarily release me. In order to end the oath, you would need to break your pledge to protect the identities and secrets of my associates and allies, and that will never be acceptable. So do not mistake what I am saying. I am not trying to talk you into releasing me. You can't release me." She looked outside the car window, out at the parking lot. "That is the nature of oaths. They bind both ways. So we must be ready for the day Superman or Batman, Supergirl or Batgirl, Nightwing or Donna, or any of my other associates puts all this together, because my oath compels me to protect you. And I cannot break that part of the oath either -- which means that the day may come where I have to injure or even kill someone I love to protect you and the nature of our relationship."
I took a deep breath. "Why are you telling me this now?" I asked.
"Because when we walk into your apartment I'm going to want to fuck you," she said. "I want to fuck you right now. I want to slide down and undo your pants, take your erect cock into my mouth, and bring you to ecstacy." Her tones didn't change, but she did flush, very slightly. "That's also part of the oath. My fantasies and desires can't be held back away from you. And... if I wait for the end of the weekend... then the conditions between us will change. You need to hear this right now... during the time when I am yours. So you know I'm saying it as part of my protection."
I chuckled, though there wasn't much humor in it. "Right."
"I... believe... that you are developing feelings for me," she said. "Not as a sexual ideal, but as a person."
I frowned, turning to look at her again. "Of course I am," I said.
"And I also believe... that part of that is a growing sense... of responsibility. For me. For how I react. For what happens to me." She didn't smile, but her look softened slightly. "You have exerted your dominance over me, and I cannot do anything but submit, and therefore you have accepted responsibility at the same time. So you need to understand how broad that responsibility will be."
I snorted. "Yeah," I said. "Yeah, that's..."
"How it was before. In your other relationships."
"Yeah. How'd you guess that?"
"You bound me kinbaku style. In my own golden lariat, no less. You don't learn how to do that correctly the first time by reading a book or an online post. You've done this before."
"I'm... kind of surprised you know the word kinbaku," I said.
"Why?" She laughed, smiling just a little. "You already knew I had a bondage and submissive fetish. Even if I've never had the chance before now, naturally I'd seek out information."
I looked at her, half-smiling. "You're being more open about that."
"I know. You're doing that to me." She touched my forearm with her hand. "That's another reason I had to take this moment to speak to you -- this moment where you were reassessing our arrangement instead of invoking it. Otherwise, I'd be caught up in fulfilling your fantasies and exploring my own and couldn't say all of this. Thomas, you are... you are changing me. Frankly, in ways I neither anticipated nor would have wanted."
I considered for a long moment. "And you like that," I said.
She shivered. "Yes," she said, softly. "I like it. And that scares me. Because I have no choice but to submit, Thomas -- this cannot be a consensual relationship, so your changing me this way... will happen whether it's what I actually want or not." She kept looking at me. "And it will happen regardless of any other relationship that I may have in my life... which means I won't have any other relationship. Not like this. You have taken that from me along with my agency."
I looked at her for a long, long moment. I felt guilty, and more than a little angry, and confused, and all sorts of other things. I didn't expect any of those. But then, this had been a weekend of surprises.
"But it has happened," I said, finally. "And you just told me the oath can't be broken, right?"
"That is... correct."
I nodded... and slowly moved a hand over her denim-clad thigh. Her breath hissed out with the touch, like I had run electrical current through her nerves. The oath... the fantasy... and her own desires... all flooding back to the forefront with that touch.
"Then there's no sense pretending," I said, not quite curtly. "You're mine, Diana, and you're going to be mine. And just saying that gets you wet and I know it."
Her eyes widened slightly, before she looked down. "I..."
"Let's go inside. Bring your new clothes. And when we get in there, I expect you to go into the bathroom and come out in the lingerie you modeled for me in the store. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Good," I said, then turned and opened my door, sliding out of the car. I watched her do the same -- noticing that she had added a certain sensuality to the movement. I let her get the packages, then locked the car before following her to my apartment door.
I'm not sure how I was feeling. I was angry, without a doubt. Nothing Diana said was wrong, but that doesn't mean I wanted to deal with it halfway through our first weekend together. This was supposed to be my fantasy weekend, and now--
I clenched my fist but kept walking. She was supposedly incapable of violating the oath. So what was that about? Wasn't that a violation? To throw in my face just how terrible a human being I was? I thought she'd been enjoying--
And that's what hit hardest of all. She had been enjoying the weekend. She was enjoying the weekend. I had literally bound her in chains she was incapable of breaking, and I'd still spent the whole time trying to bring her out of her shell, show her something about herself, and find what she liked and give it to her in the process. I could have been a complete bastard from the start and she'd just have to endure it. I could have marched her nude down Kubert Avenue if I wanted to, and she'd have shown nothing but delight! Instead--
Instead.
She looked at me for a long moment before she went into the bathroom to change. I could see something. Pity? Worry? Who knows? Maybe it was satisfaction. From inside her perfect cage she'd still managed to score a hit. How could that be a surprise. She was Wonder Woman, right? With the wisdom of Athena, no less -- how does a schmuck like me compete with that?
How does a schmuck like me rate even five minutes with Diana of Themyscira? Well, unless they cheated, like I did.
I sat down on the couch, pulling the golden lasso out from where I'd hidden it before we went out. I stared at its glittering cords for a long moment, then wrapped it around my hand three times. Hell, I had the magical key to unlocking self-deception, right? Why wouldn't I use it? Just because it would be insane? Just because I wouldn't like what I saw?
So I looked at myself. I thought about everything we'd discussed in the car. Thought about everything I'd done to Diana and how she'd reacted...
Nothing.
Maybe self-enlightenment took more than that.
"Tom?"
Her voice was soft. I didn't turn to look at her. I knew I'd be blown away with what I saw, and I didn't want that. Not then.
"Tom?"
"I heard you," I said, as softly.
"I didn't say those things to hurt you," she said, her voice still soft. "I said them because they needed to be said, so we could prepare ourselves for the future."
I chuckled, and picked up the other end of the lariat. I didn't turn to face her, but held it out to her. "Wrap this around your hand," I said, quietly.
I felt her take it. "Done," she said.
"You didn't say those things to hurt me, but you're glad it did," I said, eyes still closed.
"Yes," she said. "I am glad. Because you have to face the enormity of what you've done. But that is not the reason I said those things."
"You're enjoying what we're doing," I said.
"Yes. Very much. More than I could dream."
"You like what we're doing."
"No," she said. "I'm sorry but there's no way I could like this."
So there it was.
"There is a way out of this oath without compromising your friends," I said. "I can die, right?"
She made a gurgling noise -- surprise? I have no idea. "Yes," she said. "But I can't let you do harm to yourself over me!"
"Of course not. The oath stipulates that, right?"
"Yes it does, but I don't want you to die, Thomas! Don't you know that?"
"Of course I do." I couldn't lie, after all. The lasso was still wrapped around my own hand. "You don't want anyone to die. You took down those crooks with surgical precision but didn't cause them enough injury to necessitate a hospital stay."
"True. But I don't think of you in the abstract, Thomas. How could I? You already know how much I've..." she trailed off. I hadn't asked her a question, so she didn't have to finish her answer.
"You don't like what we're doing," I said, softly. "But you like what we've done."
"...yes," she said, as softly.
"You don't just have a bondage fetish," I said. "You have a rape fetish."
"Yes."
"And you're terrified right now because I have been literally raping you and you love it. And have since the first moment I wrapped the lasso around you yesterday."
"...yes," she said, almost whispering.
"You're not supposed to enjoy being raped, even if you have a rape fetish. That's the difference between fantasy and reality. But you came and came and came and you're hungry for more and you can't stand that thought because I have legitimately done you harm."
"...yes," she said, choking slightly.
I paused for a long, long moment.
"You've never been this horny, have you?" I whispered.
The lasso doesn't allow for half-truth. For evasion. For avoidance. "No," she whispered back. "I have never been this horny."
I stood, slowly. "I don't want the blessings of Aphrodite when I turn around," I said. "I want Diana, exactly as she is, feeling all her fear and all her lust and being trapped by her oath. Do you understand?"
"...yes," she whispered.
"And you have to give me that. And the lasso won't let you lie about it."
"Yes."
I slowly turned.
She was standing there, and she was stunning. The black and red lace teddy clung to her perfectly. The stockings accentuated her her legs. Her hair had been brushed out. But all the calculated artifice, all the 'super power' that Aphrodite gave her that she'd been using in the store... all that was gone. Her eyes were wide.
And she was terrified. Not of the actual sex we were about to have, but of the truth I was forcing her to live in.
I walked over to her slowly, coiling the lasso in my hand. It was still wrapped around her wrist, of course -- which meant she was my captive, unable to escape. The oath was absolute.
I walked around her, and I yanked her back and began wrapping the rope around her waist. Not artistically, this time. Then I moved to the front, and wrapped it around one of her gauntlets, still covered in satin.
She shivered, just like she did when I wrapped the gauntlet in satin in the first place. Was there something about the 'Bracers of Submission' that was erogenous? I didn't know. Right then I didn't care.
I wrapped the rope around the other bracer -- noticing the tear in the satin from the hoodlum's knife, then pulled it taut, forcing the two bracers together with a clang.
Diana shrieked, her whole body seeming to convulse for half a second, her eyes growing wider than I had ever seen, even as I wrapped the lasso around both bracers. "I -- oh... Tho-Thomas... Tom... some... something is happening--"
I spun her around and yanked her backward. She stumbled, falling back against me, shivering and crying out even as I slid both hands up and filled my palms with her breasts. Her nipples were incredibly erect as I half-mauled them through the teddy's lace, and Diana gasped and whimpered and her hips shivered as her ass pressed against my erection through my pants.
I pushed her forward -- she was still stumbling, and almost seemed heavier, even as I pushed her into the bathroom, over to the sink. I pushed her down, bending her over, and pulled her hair back -- causing her to shriek almost as if she were in pain. Forcing her to look at her own face in the mirror.
"Look in your own eyes!" I hissed. "Watch this happen!" And I kicked her feet apart, pulling her hips back, sliding the stretch lace out of my way... the sound of my zipper loud in the confined area.
"Oh... Hera help... T-Tom, listen to me--" she whispered, terror in her voice.
I thrust forward, her vulva's lips-- her pussy's lips parting as I impaled her. She was wetter than I'd ever felt her, and I hadn't thought that was possible, even as she shrieked again. And I thrust forward... back... forward... back...
Her eyes began to roll back in her head. "Look in your eyes!" I hissed, pulling her hair harder. Her eyes locked into the mirror's gaze as I thrust again, and again... her pussy convulsing and milking me, her hips pushing back and her body trembling as I took her and made her watch. I felt her body tensing... something big happening, and I moved faster and faster and she kept crying out louder and louder and then with a convulsion so intense I thought she was having a seizure I felt her pussy lock around my cock and she came with a scream!
And I rode that orgasm for a long moment before I began thrusting again -- harder now. Faster now... and her voice sounded ragged as she cried out with every thrust, her body tensing back up -- pushing her into another orgasm, not chained like that first time, but still so powerful... forcing her to come again, making her body sing and forcing her to see how much she loved this--
I have no idea how long we fucked, but when I came it was an explosion, deep inside her. I could almost believe in that second that she was unprotected -- she was so perfectly helpless as I spurted deep inside her, her body reaction and her orgasm coming again -- no idea how many times she'd come before that. I just knew she was shaking almost out of control...
And then we were there. I was lying almost on top of her, pressing against her body. I let go of her hair, letting her head slump forward as she gasped for air.
"That was rape," I hissed, out of breath.
"...yes..." she said, the lasso still forcing truth from her.
"And you fucking loved it."
"...I loved it s-so much," she said, almost sounding like she was crying.
"You're glad I bound you in the oath," I snapped.
"...yes," she whispered.
"And you..." I trailed off. My hand felt like it was covered in spider webs. I looked--
Black hair. A few dozen strands. Clearly pulled out of Diana's scalp.
I froze. That shouldn't have been possible. "Diana," I said, the force draining out of my voice--
"...yes, Thomas," she said, still breathing hard. Still ragged. "I tried... I tried to tell you." She shivered. "Oh Hera please help me..." She shivered. "I lost... I have no strength. And... you're hurting me." She managed to twist, to look at me, still breathing so raggedly. "Thomas... I've lost my powers!"
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