Chapter 2 - Following Orders

 The little girls of the world loved Wonder Woman.

 On days like these when not much was happening that required the attention of the entire Justice League, it was Diana’s pleasure to give some of that time to the less fortunate. Today she had come to an all-girls school and stood before them in the sports hall answering their questions. One hand went up after another and Diana chuckled to see this kind of innocence on display. It was strange to think that it would only be a few more years until these girls became adults and started doing god knows what. 

 For a moment, Diana thought back to her encounter a few days past with Robin and Beast Boy. In fact, they had settled on seeing each other later in the day. Diana wondered what was wrong with her to play along with their game and put up with their demands, but it was kind of fun to see where it all was going. Though it would probably be necessary to put a stop to it before it goes too far. Though that’s not here yet.

“Wonder Woman!” one of the little girls cried. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“A boyfriend? Amazons have no need of men.” Diana arched a brow. “Unless they’re good at following orders.” 

 The girls all laughed though the meekly-dressed teacher blushed and averted her gaze. She was about to follow it up with a clarification about her joke when she heard her private comm going. 

 Was it Bruce? Clark? Much to her surprise when she checked, it was actually Robin. Hadn’t they already established when and where to meet? Wonder Woman excused herself and went into the hallway.

“Is there an emergency?” she asked coyly. 

“Yes, actually,” Robin said. “We’re all heading towards it right now. There’s been an attack in the city here. Haven’t you heard of it?”

“No!” Diana suddenly became serious. “Should I come?”

“No, we’ve got it under control.”

 From the other end, she could hear static followed by some hushed whispers and the crackle of rapid movement. “Tell her to send us something!” she could hear Beast Boy saying.

 Listening to that almost-scared tone made her giggle lightly. “Something wrong, boys?”

“I told you we might have some stuff for you to do,” said Robin. “Remember?” 

“I remember you sent me a picture of a blonde in a pair of lingerie. I got the same one. It’s waiting for you. Though I guess now the plans are cancelled.” 

“No!” Robin said out loud. Then he took a deep breath. “I mean, yes, we can’t make it, but there’s something else we would like you to do…” 

 

 The sex shop was located on the side of a dirty alleyway in Gotham. Diana was going to do what the boys requested of her, but that did not mean she would make a spectacle of it. Thankfully it was even raining as she got there, which brought the number of people intruding to a minimum.

 Diana entered the store and heard the bell chime. The clerk was standing by the register, barely paying attention to whoever had come in. He was a fat guy that looked to be in his late 20s, with a mustache and a long ponytail. He wore a dirty Superman cap that Diana suspected was mostly intended to hide his balding head and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses that kept sliding down his nose. 

 Since he figured it must have been a guy walking in and never even bother glancing over, Diana went to the dildo section and picked out the biggest one she could find. It wasn’t intended to look human; but its purple hue was so nice that she could have seen it sitting on a shelf as alien decor. She held it under her arm and picked out a few other things Robin asked for.

 Diana strolled over to the register and put the items down before the clerk. He was still busy looking at some oppai mousepad. “Just a second,” he whispered, intensely groping the busty loli, a look of dissatisfaction on his face. For a split second, he eyed the dildo. “Don’t think you should buy anything from these guys their mat-” 

 As his eyes moved up and he noticed Wonder Woman standing before him, he gasped and dropped the hand away from the mousepad. “Holy shit,” he said, trembling and stammering. “T-That a cosplay? Jesus.” 

 Towering over him, Diana smiled. “You like it?” 

 He blinked and breathed in deeply. “Holy shit. Holy shit. That’s amazing. Though I guess you’re pretty tall, too, huh?” 

 The look on his face was so perplexed that Diana felt satisfied. Robin had assured her that they would just assume it was a cosplay, and she was happy to see it work out. “After all,” Robin had said, “who expects to see Wonder Woman entering a sex shop?”

 She drummed her fingers over the dildo box and jerked her head at the array of toys. “How much for this?”

“This? I mean you can have it for free, absolutely! But like I said, the quality isn’t great. It’s not what I’d recommend for, uh…” 

“An Amazon?” 

“I was thinking a respectable lady such as yourself.” He blushed and shyly looked away. “But that too.” 

“I’m sure it will be fine. I’ll make it work.”

 The fatso put it through the scanner but kept looking over at her. “Surprised you even need it. You know, given your looks.” 

“You’d be surprised how difficult it is to find a man willing and able to please me. Most of them just don’t have it in them.” 

 The clerk pushed up his glasses breathlessly. “For real? Hah, what dumbfucks. I’d do it in like a second. N-Not that you’d do it with me, of course, I’m just saying.”

“You think you could do better than this dildo?” 

“Without a doubt,” he said confidently. “I mean, I’m real. I’m human. I’m flesh and blood. You can’t compare a toy with the real thing. Doesn’t matter how fancy the toy is. And this one blows.” 

“I see.” 

 In the space of the pause left by her, he pursed and smacked his lips, searching for the right words. “I would love to help you out, if you ever need it. I mean, I’ll do a-anything you want. And nobody has to know about it. Swear to god. I mean I’ve kept secrets since I was a kid. My mom hit someone on the road once after she picked me up from school and just kept driving. I’ve never told a soul.” 

 Diana could not hold it in anymore and began to laugh so hard that she covered her mouth. What a sycophantic little creep.

“I’m sorry,” said the clerk with embarrassment. “Here you go, ma’am. On the house. You n-need anything else, it’s all free for you here.”

 Looking at him, Diana wondered for one last time if she was seriously going to do this. But this guy seemed harmless enough. And her orders had come in, after all. How could she deny Robin and Beast Boy what they wanted?

“I’ll give you a chance,” she told the clerk. “Under one condition.”

 His eyes lit up. “You name it. You want me to take a shower first? I can do that.” 

 Diana shook her head and pulled up her phone. “I want you to film it. Every second of it. And you better not get me out of frame. Understood?”

 With a trembling hand, the clerk took the phone from her. “You got it.” 

 Diana hopped effortlessly over the counter and the guy stumbled back against one of the monitors playing an interracial gangbang. “I bet you’ve watched a lot of porn, right? I want you to make this feel genuine. Make it feel like a great porno. Got it?” 

 The clerk gulped and winked awkwardly, pretending to share into the fantasy. “I won’t let you down, Wonder Woman. Ma’am,” he added quickly. 

 Despite the cool weather and loud rain outside, the interior of the sex shop was stuffy. Diana took a step closer to her partner and put her hand on his crotch, feeling the throbbing dick there. It felt surprisingly big, so much so that she winked and she noticed the clerk smiling back at her reaction. 

“Camera,” she reminded him.

 As her fingers unzipped his pants and brought them down, he lifted the phone and started filming her every action. Diana wrapped her hand around the meaty cock and began to stroke it. It was not particularly long, but it was so girthy and veiny that it fit the stocky man it was attached to. 

 The clerk gasped and every touch from her hand made his cock spasm and harden. “Jesus, fuck,” he groaned. “That’s so good.” 

 Diana looked up into the camera. “You like that.” 

 He was watching her through the feedback on the phone like a proper director would. “Yeah, baby, don’t stop. Just keep fucking going.” 

 Baby? That was a sudden change of pace from the ma’am he gave her before. But maybe this was just his way of following her instructions. After all, guys in porn weren’t known for being particularly respectful towards women. 

 As her fingers pumped his growing shaft, the clerk threw back his head and groaned. “Oh fuck.” The glasses came off as it snapped back but he did not even care. He lifted a hand and put it on her chest. He was shocked by his own action for a split moment, wondering if Wonder Woman would respond in some way and punch him straight out; but seeing that she only went on pleasuring him, he groped her breasts without control, seemingly drunk on arousal.

“Get on your knees, baby,” he told the woman over two feet taller than him. “Go on, get down on your knees.” 

 Diana met his eyes and nodded. “As you wish.” 

 She dropped down and saw the camera following her. Would this be the kind of footage Robin and Beast Boy wanted out of her? As she put the throbbing head of the cock against her lips, she had a passing thought about just how dirty what she was doing was. But considering what the boys said about there being videos of her out there already, it was doubtful anyone would believe this was the real deal even if it came out and this clerk told his story. 

 Her lips wrapped around the head of the cock and sucked him off. It felt so good for the clerk that his legs were shaking. Diana giggled and grabbed his thighs. 

 The guy thrust down her throat in response and chuckled when she gagged, whimpering each time her tongue stroked the sensitive tip of his dick. His meaty fingers came up and wound their way through her luxurious black locks. “So good…” He was clearly enjoying himself. 

“Jesus, you’re so good at this,” he repeated. “So fucking good.” 

 The clerk turned Diana’s head sideways and began to thrust into her cheek. She tried to move the other way and get it back into her throat; but he held her there, bringing her up under his belly.

“Don’t fucking move,” he ordered. “Look at that. Look how it’s sticking out of your cheek.” 

 The phone came down and he switched the camera to the front one. Now Diana looked at the screen and could see herself in it, and saw the pulsating bump that filled up her cheek and stretched lips running with drool. 

 She looked like any cheap dumb pornstar getting used and for whatever reason that excited her. To think that some random fat guy whose only achievement and use in life was to sell to degenerates at a sex shop was filling up her mouth filled her with a sense of naughtiness that was difficult to explain. 

 Had it been a godlike hero doing this to her, Diana would have only felt degradation. It would have been forced upon her and thus there could be nothing to gain from it but profound shame. Diana had men many such men and most of them were hardly interested in sex at all - what they wanted was the destruction of their victim. 

 But to give herself to guys that definitely couldn’t hurt her in any way? There was nothing shameful in that. It was humiliating that she would subject herself to it, but it was done freely, and was strangely liberating. Diana was allowing this random fatso to treat her like a whore. And that made all the difference. 

 The clerk slapped her face as he held her in place. “Look at yourself. Aren’t you pretty slut? That cock fits perfectly in your mouth.”

 He took the phone back and relaxed as she spit the cock back out and used her tongue to trail from the tip down to his nuts. She kissed each ball in part and cradled them in her mouth as his dick rested over her face. 

 The clerk was getting more eager and the disbelief of the situation powered him up. “Jesus Christ,” he was saying to himself. “I can’t believe a chick like you is sucking my cock. You go to any conventions? We co-”

“You like it?” Diana asked teasingly and applied pressure. “Are you close?”

“Close?” He laughed grimly. “You’re joking right?” His hairy fingers grabbed the throbbing shaft and slapped it against her face. The first smack caught Diana near the eye and she recoiled, annoyed that he would do such a thing without her permission. She agreed to suck him off, and a certain amount of humiliation was natural to that. But this…

“Come on!” he insisted. “I thought you wanted to make it look like a porno.” 

 That was what the Robin and Beast Boy ordered, yes. And she did not want to make it seem to them like she was any worse than any of the pornstars filling the shelves of the sex shop and spammed on every website. If a woman that was two thousand years old was getting outdone by one that was twenty, that was a problem. But admittedly, Diana wasn’t used to this kind of treatment. 

 Nobody had ever treated her like a whore before.

 The clerk grinned and slammed his heavy dick down on her face, rubbing the ropes of drool into her skin. “You’re so good at this. You can take it, baby.”

 Diana giggled darkly. “I suppose so.” 

“You know, I’ve always wondered, does Batman fuck you like this?” 

 Diana raised her gaze and looked straight into the camera. She shook her head. “Never. I’m just a dumb slut that follows orders. Robin’s orders only.” She blew a kiss then kissed the camera. “All I do is for Robin.”

“Robin?! Love that guy. He’s just a teenager though, isn’t he? Just turned legal. I guess you like ‘em real young, huh?” 

 Diana blushed. “Young and virile. A guy like Robin can have my throat any time he wants.” 

 That aroused the clerk so much that he gasped and brought his dick back to her mouth. Diana was going to open up for him, but the guy was in such a rush that he forced it past her lips and slammed it right into the back of her neck. 

 Diana was given no choice. He held the back of her head and used her throat as nothing more than a hole to pleasure himself with. Diana could see his entire body wobbling from how horny he was, and it was difficult not to consider just what a fat loser she was giving herself to. I hope they enjoy it. This is what was ordered, right? 

 The clerk gasped and held out the phone with a trembling hand. “Hold the phone, slut. Hold it. Make sure you get everything.” 

 As Diana lifted the camera to get a good look at her own face, the clerk took full control and gripped her head with both hands. His entire body was getting worked up now, simultaneously trying to impale her throat and bash her face into the base of his cock at a pistoning speed. He was doing it so rough and so hard that she struggled to hold up the phone. “You like that, bitch?” he kept asking. “You like that?” 

 The drool and precum exploded from her nose and lips but Diana accepted it all. There were tears coming from her noble blue eyes as the freak had his way with her, but all she thought about was the excitement of the boys once they would get to see what disgusting things she allowed this nobody to do to her. They’re going to be real happy with me...

 The rivers of drool had spilled down over her suit and even her thighs, and it somehow felt more degrading to ruin her suit in this way than to do anything in particular to her body. After all, her body was used to pain and abuse. But something about her hot drool oozing down the Wonder Woman suit that so many feminists and little girls looked up to felt dirty.

“Stand up, baby,” the clerk whispered. “I’m going to fuck you in the ass.” 

 He pulled her up and dropped her over the counter and groped her ass. “Look at this fucking butt.” He took the phone from her hand and got some shots of her round and muscular thighs and butt from every angle. “Is this going to break my cock?” He laughed stupidly. “I guess we’re gonna find out.” 

 His finger went under her panties and began to rub her pussy and for the first time Diana moaned earnestly and rolled her eyes. She was getting so heated from everything that that veiny dick was going to make her come the moment it went inside. She had been saving herself for Robin and Beast Boy thinking they would finally do it again today, and her pussy was in desperate need of some attention. 

 However, Robin had been pretty specific with his orders. To go into a sex shop and give a guy a blowjob. But there had been nothing said about getting fucked. And it felt wrong to go against her direct orders. 

 As the clerk pulled her panties aside and brought the head to her lips, Diana moved away. “No!” she said sternly. “No, we can’t do that.”

 His porn director attitude was immediately deflated. There was fear in his eyes as they squinted without the glasses. He gulped. “O-Oh,” he stammered. “I’m so sorry, I t-thought…” 

 Seeing him be so polite almost made her feel bad. Diana smiled and put a hand on his shoulder. “No, it’s not that. Just wait a moment.” 

 Perhaps she could see if this was a potential part of the plan. Diana called Robin and waited several impatient minutes for him to pick up, occasionally glancing over at the clerk. The storm outside was almost over, and Diana could see the people and the rest of the scum of Gotham milling about.

 Just making her think about getting fucked was making her feel so horny that Diana was gently touching herself. “Come on,” she whispered in frustration. “Pick up, pick up.”

“Diana,” came an exhausted voice from the other end. It was Robin. 

 He sounded so beat that her motherly instincts came to the fore. “Robin,” she said harshly. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry. We got ‘em.” He laughed proudly. “I’m just a little damaged that’s all. I sure could use a reward after all of this. Beast Boy, too. He almost got crushed.”

“As it happens, I have your surprise ready for you.”

“Really? That was fast.”

“But, I wanted to ask a question…” Diana glanced back at the clerk and saw him purse his lips and wave over happy. “Am I supposed to do more than just a blowjob? Should I let him f-”

“No,” he said instantly, and crushed all her hopes. “Absolutely not. Only a blowjob. That’s it. OK? You’ll do as you’re told, or else. You don’t do anything without permission anymore. Got it?” 

 The sudden authoritative tone made her tremble and sent pangs of arousal down her tummy. Diana put a finger against her clit and rubbed gently. “I got it…”

“Diana, are you touching yourself?”

 She stopped and giggled. “No. Of course not. I follow your orders, don’t I?”

“You aren’t allowed to. Understood? Do nothing.”

 Why was it so excited to be talked to this way? “Got it.”

“Now send us that video. And it better be good.” 

 Diana turned back to the clerk. “Bad news. That was it.”

“What? But we aren’t done! Can’t we at least finish up the video? I gotta, you know, come... I paused the recording and everything. I’ve already edited it down, it looks great. All it needs is the finisher.” 

 Diana glanced out the window to make sure no one was coming and got down to her knees. “All right. Go for it. But don’t make a mess.” 

 The clerk had stroked his cock the entire time since then and it now looked so hard and ready that Diana thought it was about to explode. “Just stroke me and make me come, baby,” he told her. “Don’t stop until it’s all out. Every drop. You like to swallow?” 

“No,” said Diana, this time letting a little of her anger surface. No, a woman like her did not like to swallow. As her fingers wrapped around the ready cock, her head moved out of the way, trying to make sure none of it would get on her face.

“Faster,” he said. “Faster, just fucking stroke it! You don’t know how to stroke a dick? Faster!” 

 Her abilities insulted, Diana gritted her teeth and pumped it with determination, applying some of her powers into squeezing the thing down as he said. 

 Maybe a little too much.

 The clerk cried out as if he were dying and the first rope of cum shot out. It came with so much force behind it that Diana was not ready for it to travel and splatter against her face. She yelped and immediately released the cock and turned the other way; but the shaft so hard that it remained there throbbing even without the support of her hands, shooting all over her, each pulse sending a thick load that sprayed into her hair and down her suit. 

 The clerk panicked to see her trying to shield herself and rushed over her, making sure the remaining drizzle got all over her face. “You gotta take it there… That’s the money shot, you know?” Face scrunched up in dissatisfaction, Diana closed her eyes and waited for the ordeal to be over, feeling the thick gobs of hot cum oozing past her nose and over her lips..

 Once he finished, the clerk laughed. “Holy fuck. I haven’t come so much ever.”

“Stop filming,” Diana ordered grumpily. She stood up and held her hand outstretched. The guy handed her some paper towels and she cleaned up the stuff from her eyes. The rest would have to wait until she was home. God, I need to wash for a few weeks now.

 The clerk did the final edits on the video and handed it to her. “There you go. That’s done.”

 Diana scrolled through it for a moment, amazed at how degrading he could make her look. Yes, just like a pornstar. As the boys ordered. Looking at the footage, there was such a disconnect that she herself wasn’t sure it was her she was looking at. Getting her face blasted in cum by a guy that could barely see his dick past his gut wasn’t something Wonder Woman did.

“All good?” The clerk zipped up. “So what’s gonna happen now, huh? What, was this candid camera or something? Or like some cosplay thing? I think I’ve seen videos of you pretending to be Wonder Woman before. I didn’t want to say anything before, but… You know I’d love to help out, merch and stuff if you want. In fact, here!” 

 As she cleaned the cum that was still in her eyes, he went around the store and came back with his arms full of DVDs. “These are for you. On the house. This is the good stuff. Sasha Grey could teach you a thing or two. And Belladonna. Oh, man! Fucking Belladonna!”

“Huh?”

“I mean, y-you’re great and all!” he stammered. “Really, your body is fucking amazing. God tier Wonder Woman cosplay, I’ve never seen anything like it. But it’s going to take more than that to build up an audience. Some guys out there are total fucking freaks. If you get at least half as good as a legend like Belladonna, you’re going to be more wondrous than the real Wonder Woman. Seriously. You ever want connections and stuff, I’m your guy.”

 Diana squinted as she got the last bit of cum out of her eye and tried to play it all off. To think that he thought she was worse than pornstars. Just humans that were practically babies compared to her lifespan. And he thinks I’m worse? “I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks.”

“Hey, I didn’t mean any disrespect! Your mouth feels great!” 

 Diana grabbed her things and went out the exit without another word, eager to get out of the place and send the boys the video. 

 There weren’t that many people going through the alley itself, but she bumped into a homeless guy outside that was coming that way. Her cum-stained appearance clearly had such an impression on him that he just stared, at a loss for words.

 Diana shrugged. “Gotta go.” 

 She took off, leaving him wondering what it was he had seen. 
