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Oathbound	By : rubicon541 Category: DC Verse Comics > Wonder Woman Views: 145699 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 16
Disclaimer: I do not own Wonder Woman or any aspect of DC comics. I am making no money from this. I neither own nor control the fandom surrounding Wonder Woman. This is a work of fantasy. Real life does not and should not work like this.

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WONDER WOMAN
OATHBOUND
Chapter 9
by
Rubicon Cross

In the end, we jointly managed about forty-five minutes -- teasing Diana, pulling back... driving into her... pulling back... I used my own reactions and needs as a guide. I'm not superhuman, after all... and let me make it clear... there's no 'getting used' to sex with Diana. Every time my cock slid into her pussy it was as astounding as every other time...
But we were exploring a fantasy. A fantasy of her's, and a fantasy of mine... and by her Oath she had to help me do that. And as you'll recall, the Blessings of Aphrodite can make a spent man hard and ready to go. Can they also delay his orgasm... keep the blue balls from getting so painful that he can't stand it... and let him drive a divine lover insane with need? I don't see why not.
Part of me wonders if this is how I hit so many right notes with Diana over the course of that weekend. We had missteps, but they were usually personal -- not sexual. I didn't hit a hard squick point on Diana, I didn't have premature ejaculation all over her star spangled panties before stripping her... I always seemed to have what I needed to drive another part of Diana open and make her love it.
Even if that meant stripping her of her powers.
Regardless... at forty five minutes of touching, teasing, tormenting, and titillating Diana, she finally screamed "Enough! Thomas -- please! I need it!"
"Need what?" I hissed in her ear.
"I need to cum! Please! Fuck me! Take me! Debase me! I don't care -- just let me cum!
And I smiled, and drove my cock into her from behind once more, thrusting hard into her overstimulated body, driving her higher and higher, pushing her to what she needed--
Diana was still wrapped in the glowing cage of her own lasso, so as she writhed into orgasm she couldn't move more than intense wriggling. But, she was loud about it -- and more than one God's name was invoked and all happily so.
And me? I thrust into her orgasming body as hard and deeply as I could and I came for what felt like forever, until the two of us slowly came down, shuddering and almost crying.
"...Gods..." Diana moaned. "Oh Gods... Hera and Aphrodite... oh b-blessed..." She moaned again.
I kissed along Diana's neck. She was still on her side, her legs pushed in towards her chest, the lariat still wrapped around them. The angle exposing her pussy to my thrusts... I was softening, now... pulling back... which made her whimper, even as my seed dripped out of her and onto my disheveled bedsheets.
"Diana?" I murmured.
"Yes?" she answered, still looking at herself in the mirror -- her eyes only rarely having left the eyes of her reflection as I forced the begging out of her.
I pulled her upright, which surprised her, then pushed her forward, her eyes widening -- I could tell by the reflection -- and the glow of the lariat brightening... she was kneeling, but her body was falling forward, her ass sticking up into the air even as I knelt behind her. "Use Aphrodite's blessings now," I hissed.
Diana gasped, even as I felt a tingling through my body and -- especially -- my cock. It swelled back into full erection, and I pulled back and down on her hips, driving forward and up with my new hard-on, thrusting into her pussy right at the point where it was peeking between her thighs and buttocks--
Diana shrieked even as I began to thrust in her, again and again. Her hips began wriggling in time, her bound body unable to do more than writhe against me as I fucked her -- her face pressed down into my bed but her eyes still able to see herself in the mirror -- fucked from behind. Doggy style. Animal style. And loving every second--
She came. Honestly, she came three times as I fucked her from behind, before I pulled her back hard, exploding inside her once more! I felt her shuddering as the aftershocks rippled through her body. "T-thomas--" she started to say--
I felt a wave of fatigue, but I ignored it, reaching down and hauling her back up to a full kneeling position. Unconsciously she used her flight to assist as I hauled her forward, spreading my legs and sliding them off the bed. "Use the blessings! I hissed again, and my erection happily responded, just in time for me to drop her seated body down onto it, impaling her. "Now move!"
Whimpering, Diana moved, doing everything she could to please me with her hips, bracing her feet on the floor next to my bed to get leverage she didn't have before. Tossing her hair back and forth as she rode me in passion and hunger.
Once again she came -- more than once. I'm not sure either of us could quantify how often she came. But this time, instead of coming inside her, I threw her up and off onto the bed when I was close, then straddled her stomach, my cock aimed between her breasts and towards her wide-eyed face.
"Wh--" she started to say, then shivered and sat up as much as he could, opening her mouth and staring into my eyes as my hand wrapped around my cock and jacked as hard as I could--
I assume the 'blessings of Aphrodite' apply to more than just stamina, as I'd expect very little actual volume left in my ejaculation at this point, given how often I'd come... but no. Not this time. This time my orgasm splashed out over her, onto her skin, her breasts, her face... her lips... into her mouth....
And she didn't just take it... she moaned as she took it.
We both breathed there for a long moment. Her eyes were wide... full of wonder, almost... her mouth still open but smiling, just slightly...
I smiled back, then slid back off her. The way I'd trussed her up, the loops binding around her arms and legs had been the last... so with a bit of untying I could loosen both legs and arms from being tied together... but leave the wrapped golden rope leading top to bottom on both -- much less the web of rope over her body...
"...what are you--" she started to ask--
Instead of answering, I pulled her right leg towards one of my bedposts, and took the time to affix it. I then threaded the rope along the wrapped loops on her left leg, then back down her right, and pulled that to the other post....
"...oh Hera," Diana whispered.
The same trick worked for the arms, leaving the amazon spread-eagled. I didn't intend to 'unmake' her, so the glowing rope still glowed. She was still Wonder Woman.
But the oath meant she could do nothing to escape... she couldn't fly -- herself or the bed -- or tear the bedposts apart. She was trapped there....
I brought the last length of the cord over to her head, wrapping it around her jaw, pulling it so that she had to bite down on it... then threading it to the other side where I affixed it. The lariat always seemed to be long enough to handle any task she -- or I -- gave it. That included using it to gag her after binding her entire body in it and tying her spread-eagled to the bed.
I then shifted back, standing and looking at her, breathing hard...
She was breathing hard as well, eyes wild... the rope glowing even more brightly -- the only light in the room, reflecting off her sweat and my cum and her slick labia and the walls...
Slowly I turned to my end table, which I opened. I took out a digital camera. Old fashioned model -- no internet access, mind you.
Diana's eyes widened. And her nipples, somehow, grew more erect.
I took three... five... seven... a lot of pictures, really. And she moaned with each 'click' -- shifting and tensing her muscles as though she were trying to escape... and at the same time always managing to angle just right for the picture being taken...
I set the camera down, and turned to look at her. I was semi-erect all on my own, but I reached over to caress my penis, looking in her eyes. "The blessings," I whispered.
My cock tingled and swelled, my fatigue fading...
I then shifted over the trapped girl, and -- looking in her eyes -- I thrust into her. And she squealed around the rope in her mouth, eyes half-closing and her vaginal muscles spasming and clenching. She was soaking wet, and with more than my sperm.
I began to thrust into her, again and again. No technique this time. I was Man, hammering Woman, and she was responding -- bucking upwards, completely helpless to stop me... completely helpless to stop reacting to me...
She came at least four times. I came inside her that time -- another full and potent load, staring into her eyes which stared back into mine.
I held myself in there for a long moment. "The blessings," I hissed, and I felt what little softening I'd done reverse itself... and then I began to hammer again, her body writhing and her voice shrieking around the rope as I pushed her practically beyond sanity...
How long did this go on? Hours. Forever. It doesn't matter. This was the night I tied Wonder Woman down by her own request, and proceeded to fuck her in every conceivable way, giving her no chance to recover and using her own powers to keep myself erect and performing. This was the marathon, and if I don't remember every detail it doesn't matter. All I know is this. I loved every second of it.
And so did she.
It was after that sweet eternity, with the world still dark, that I carried her -- she floated to assist -- into the bathroom. I started the shower, let it get hot, then slid her into it and slid behind her. And I slowly and carefully washed both myself and her. She was still bound, of course -- the glowing lariat still the only light between us. She closed her eyes and smiled as I lathered up her hair with shampoo and then conditioner. She moaned as I washed her breasts, her stomach, her thighs...
She gasped as I pulled her back against me, letting her buttocks frame my cock -- this time still soft, as I hadn't called for the blessings, and slid my fingers to begin teasing the folds of her labia. She reclined her head back, moaning and whispering my name -- I'd freed her mouth when I'd untied her from the bed -- and let me bring her towards yet another orgasm. This one I teased up, then pulled back... then up again... then back again... until finally I let her go over the edge, holding her in place as she came against my hand and moaned in an almost whimpering moan.
I mentioned early on that I was taking the innocence of Diana and giving her experience. If there's one thing I'm certain of, it's that at the end of this night whatever else you said about Diana? She wasn't innocent.
And then I held her.
"...dear God," she whispered. "I didn't... I had no idea... Tom..." She took a deep breath. "Tom?"
"Yes, Diana?" I whispered back into her ear.
"Help me face you?"
I helped her turn to face me, lariat still wrapped around her arms and legs, her torso... glowing and glittering, her soaked hair plastered to the sides of her face as she looked at me.
"No orders," she murmured. "Please."
I nodded, slowly.
She nodded too... and sank to her knees, as fluidly as if she were dancing.
My own eyes went wide, even as I looked at her. I could see her eyes in the flickering golden light of the lasso. Looking up at mine. Wide. Not naughty or wicked.
Happy.
She blew across my penis, and once more I felt the rush of the blessings... it growing erect...
And then I felt her lips slide over it, sucking and moving, eyes staying on mine. I remembered that first fellatio she performed on me Friday night. This was different. This wasn't simply experienced... it was offered. This...
This more than anything hammered home that Diana accepted what had happened between us. And that whatever else we had to deal with? That was behind us, at least.
She teased and tormented as much as I had done to her, before finally sucking hard and letting me cum inside her mouth, then pulling back in time to let some splash down onto her breasts. She looked up at me again, glistening pearly white in the golden light, and slowly smiled, swallowing.
I helped her up and washed her off. And before we left the shower we kissed for a rather long time. And if I could taste myself on her? She could taste herself on me.
After our shower, we spent rather a long amount of time toweling each other off. I spent a lot of time on that mane of blue-black hair. She spent a lot of time... well. Let's just say she spent a lot of time.
As part of toweling off, I unwrapped the lariat from her body. She smiled as I did so -- not out of relief, but out of afterglow. As I finished and looped it back up, the room turned dark as its glow faded... letting us see the early dawn light through the bathroom window.
I opened the bathroom door, and let her step out into the living room area, gloriously nude and stretching. "We seem to have missed out on actually sleeping," she said.
"I don't seem to mind," I answered.
"Nor I." She smiled a crooked smile, looking back over her shoulder at me. "If anything, I think we're both fresher than when we got back from the mall."
"I'm certainly in a better mood," I said, chuckling.
"Me too," she answered, walking over to the kitchenette. "But now, we get to see... does Tom Dorsey stock his kitchen like an adult... or a bachelor? Or are we going out to breakfast, again?"
"We can if you'd like," I said. "But given my druthers, I'd rather stay in."
"Then we are in agreement. Oh, my word," she said, opening the fridge. "Eggs. Vegetables. Bacon. All looking... potentially fresh at that. Very well then. Go sit on your couch. I'll make us something."
"You cook?" I asked, a bit teasingly.
"I will have you know I was Taco Whiz employee of the month not once, but twice," Diana said, laughing. "Despite those credentials? Yes. I cook."
"I have trouble seeing you work in the fast food industry," I said, heading over to the couch and sitting down.
"You shouldn't," she said. "It was honest work, and a side of life I'd had no chance to experience before then." She chuckled again, a bit wistfully, this time. "People think of me and think... the hero. Or the aristocrat -- Princess Diana. Or... I don't even know. But there is no more inherent nobility in being a princess than in being a plowman. I've done quite a lot of manual and service labor over the years. I should do more." There was the sound of sizzling food as she spoke. "I have seen... other worlds. Like this one, but different. Worlds where the 'Woman of Wonders' was separated from mankind. Regal, instead of approachable. At its absolute worst, I have seen her lose all empathy and become a murderer. I pray to Athene and Hera that I never forget my connection to everyone... and that I am neither inherently higher nor lower than any other man or woman."
"Tall order," I said, then smiled as she approached with two plates, each bedecked with silverware and really good looking omelettes.
"The best things always are," she said, sliding onto the other side of the couch, tucking her feet up underneath herself, and beginning to eat. She glanced down at the floor. "It's... strange to consider. Not thirty-six hours ago I was terrified, bound by my lariat, lying open and exposed right there on the floor, and you were thrusting your invading member into my virginal temple. And not two hours ago you were fucking the shit out of my pussy for the umpteenth time in five hours, making me beg for more, and I had no fear at all." She chuckled. "You told me. Sometimes it would be better. Sometimes it would be worse. That's true. But sometimes it's... just different. And the experience is as wide and varied as any I can remember. No one expects the same dance every time you see a dancer. Why should we expect the same fuck from a fucker?"
"That is... incredibly deep for six in the morning," I said, eating another couple bites of egg, bacon, cheese, and green pepper. "Mm. The pictures."
"Oh suffering Sappho that was hot."
I grinned. "Glad to be of... service. Was that really worth a 'suffering Sappho,' though?"
"I won't critique your epithets if you won't critique mine."
"Fair enough. But... it does occur to me that memory card--"
"Has pictures of a bound, helpless, orgasming Wonder Woman lit by her own golden lasso of truth while sperm dries on her breasts and face and in her hair?" Diana raised both her eyebrows, smiling slightly. "Yes it does. I want copies."
"...you've got them."
"You were smart, not using your phone. I'd say keep them out of the internet's hands. I can bring you some secure things. I know a guy. Several guys, actually. In the meantime, hide the memory card and put another one in the camera. And get more for next time. If necessary, I'll sign a release so if, say, Batman shows up and wants to pummel you over them--"
"Heh. Yeah. I'm... just sort of resigning myself to being pummeled by Batman at some point. You do know that, right?"
"I know you are." She sighed. "I won't pretend I can ensure that won't happen. He... is a good man. And he loves me dearly. Me and all of those few people he's dared let into his heart as friend. And... he is extremely good at pummeling."
"I gathered." I snorted. "It's fine. I'll deserve it."
"Perhaps you will," Diana said. "Perhaps you do. I... I don't know any more. I'd rather you not be pummeled by anyone." She half-smiled, eating more of her breakfast. "I suppose some would call that Stockholm Syndrome."
"But not you?"
"No." She took another bite, chewing and swallowing. "Among the cultures that birthed my culture, wars happened. Captives were taken. Slaves were made slaves. Sometimes noble ones. Consider the Illiad. Achilles leaves the field of war and endangers his fellow when his captive slave girl Briseis was taken from him by Agamemnon after Agamemnon was forced to give up a captive of his own. Achilles slew Briseis's parents and brothers -- she had been a princess. A queen. But when she was taken from Achilles she wept and demanded to be returned, and when Achilles finally succumbed to death in the waning days of the war she attended to his burial with the fortitude and concern of any wife. It was no dishonor to be a slave-girl and servant, captured in honorable warfare."
"Did I capture you in honorable warfare?" I asked, not positive I wanted to hear the answer.
"No. You risked your life to save mine. In so doing, you also saved the lives of the Justice League and maybe thousands more. You took me into your home at great personal danger -- if any of the Injustice Alliance had followed you, you would almost certainly be dead, now. And you kept me in your home until I recovered." She finished her food, looking down at the plate. "You had a price for your hospitality and your service, Thomas Dorsey. You should not have threatened my friends. That was dishonorable, and it will stay between us for a long time to come. But me being your servant? I accept that this is the price I had to pay. And if Agamemnon showed up to carry me away, I would beg to stay with you." She paused. "That's not technically true. I would beat Agamemnon until his own dogs wouldn't recognize him, tell him to rethink his approach, and laugh as he ran away. But I have options Briseis didn't."
"Damn right you do." I looked at her. "I... know you don't like what we're doing, and why. And I know you do like what we've done. So... I should ask. Do you... are you glad that was the price?"
She looked at her food, then looked at me. "I don't know, Thomas," she said, finally. "I... do not today feel the way I expected to feel. I'll admit that. I am... far... closer to you than I expected to be. I find myself anticipating next month, and this month hasn't even ended. But am I glad? I don't know." She smiled. "But that perhaps isn't the point. The point is... I am... content. And... I would not trade the last thirty-six hours for anything. I would not go back to being that scared virgin on the floor. I would not go back to being the ever-so-wise innocent from before I met you." She shrugged. "So take that for what it's worth, Tom." She ran her finger over her left bracelet. "I notice you didn't re-wrap my bracelets in silk."
"Yeah," I said. "They don't need to be recontextualized any more. Honestly... they're... part of you in a way all the rest of your regalia isn't."
"Yes." She looked at them again. "You're going to use them today, aren't you?" She looked back at me. "To strip me of my Amazon nature and Divine power, and make me your slave in all ways."
I held her gaze. "Yes, I am."
She nodded. "So I assumed. Good. Experience under those conditions will be valuable for many reasons. And... also... I admit you saying 'yes' caused my moistening juices to start flowing rather embarrassingly. Add that to my growing list of confirmed fetishes, I suppose. And... my apologies on behalf of your couch."
"My couch will survive." I half-smiled. "And of course, next time--"
"Next time..." Diana said, smiling very slightly. "You're going to capture Wonder Woman. Which is to say me. You are going to bind my bracelets. Steal my powers. And fuck my helpless heroic pussy." Her smile turned crooked. "I... am already planning where to get the 'Wonder Woman' uniform that you can tear off my body, and the facsimile golden lasso you can use to force me to tell you the horrible truths I would never be willing to admit. I assume you'll see to the chains. Chains are more of a 'you' thing, in this situation." She looked down, her cheeks turning pink. "I want pictures of that, too."
"So do I."
Diana looked out the window, though the drawn curtains -- though they let light in. "Six thirty, more or less. In thirteen and a half hours, it will be eight p.m., and our first weekend will be over. I will owe you nothing more. You will have no will you can exert over me. Not until next month, anyhow. It doesn't... it doesn't seem long enough, somehow."
"I know." I didn't suggest extending the hours. There was the Oath, after all.
"Here," she held her hand out for my now empty plate. "Give that to me. I'll see to these. Afterward... how do you want me dressed?"
I looked at her. "In your Amazon shift," I said. "The red one. No slippers. Bare feet only."
She looked at me. "Appropriate," she half-whispered.
I nodded. And I watched her go. Feline in grace, secure in her power. Diana of Themyscira.
In ten minutes, I was going to take all that away from her. And she was going to help me.
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