Diana didn’t usually find herself at the mercy of a man, whether mortal or half mortal. She put it down to being distracted, still missing her ex lover Steve Trevor, letting her guard down. And the young demigod had surprised her, got under her skin. And into her skirt. They’d been lovers a few times, merely a casual distraction. Sometimes they hooked up at his cabin in the dead of night, but mostly she brought him to her apartment like tonight.
On this particular instance she was still wearing her Wonder Woman uniform when Percy Jackson suggested something out of character, holding up her glowing lasso she didn’t realize he’d snuck from her waist. It took some convincing, but Percy tricked her into taking hold of the golden rope long enough for him to compel her into confessing bondage was a massive turn on for her. After that it was inevitable for her to be standing before him with her lasso wrapped tightly around her wrists.
“You look nervous” Percy observed, wrapping the lasso around her body binding her tightly. “I thought this was a turn on?” He asked, unhooking her costume letting it drop by her feet leaving her topless. “Are you afraid I’d hurt you?”
“A little” she said, compelled to tell the truth thanks to the lasso being wrapped around her arm and breasts. She tried to hide her hesitation when he looped it around her night, pulling it tight staring defiantly back at him. “I thought you were a shy young man, gentle and kind. But I was wrong, wasn’t I?”
“Sometimes” he admitted, admiring how her boobs rose out prominently framed by the ropes. “Annabeth always found my dark side scary. I figured you could handle it.”
“I’ve handled worse than the likes of you” she said confidently, giving him a challenging glare. He gave her a challenging look back, his lips curling in a smirk as he took hold of her chin and planted a firm kiss on her lips. She kissed him back with equal confidence as her words, but inside she was trembling. She wasn’t usually caught in such a predicament, not one that left her quite vulnerable.
One of the most guarded secrets about the lasso of truth is that if Diana was bound by her own lasso, it nullifies her powers and makes her mortal. Not many people know this and she makes sure never to let herself get tied up with it, except on the rare occasions where she has a severe lapse in judgement. But this meant she was defenceless and unable to escape her bonds as Percy made out with her, one hand holding the lasso while the other groped her exposed tits, speaking when he pinched her erect nipples.
“Not so untouchable now it seems” Percy whispered, looking down at her trembling body. Percy might not be the smartest demigod, but he wasn’t blind or stupid. He figured out something had changed the moment he tied her hands together, the silver bracelets scraping together uncomfortably. “Lost your strength, haven’t you?” She refused to acknowledge anything, holding her head up straightening her back. He chuckled. “This will be more fun if you can’t lie to me” he said, yanking on the rope briefly. Then, as if a part of him had finally be let of a leash, his expression grew cold. “Kneel down” he ordered.
At first she stood defiantly, staring him down, but then he yanked the rope again pulling it tight until it started squeezing her. Reluctantly she dropped down to her knees in front of him, silently gulping when she watched him unzip his trousers.
He stared down at her smugly, amused at how easily the most powerful woman in the world was brought to her knees as he pulled his erect penis out of his underwear. “I’ll admit, I like being in control for a change” he confessed, massaging his shaft slowly in front of Diana’s beautiful face. “Annabeth was always a control freak, even in the bedroom. It gets exhausting. Maybe you could let me borrow this sometime” he mused, looking at the glowing lasso in his hands. “I’d like to see her resist its power.”
“The lasso doesn’t subdue those bound by it” Diana told him. “I can’t make them obey you. It only reveals the truth.”
“Then speak truthfully” he said, brandishing his cock at her face. “How badly do you want to suck on this dick right now?”
She looked at the throbbing member in front of her, swallowing the saliva rising in her mouth as the lasso forced the truth to her voice. “I want it really badly. I haven’t had a man fuck my throat in years. I want you to choke me until I can’t breathe” she confessed.
Percy was surprised at the answer he received, a wide grin growing on his face. “Is that so?” He smiled, reaching down and plucking the tiara from Diana’s head to admire it, her raven black hair falling across her shoulders. He carelessly tossed it aside as he locked eyes with her, looping the lasso around his arm so he could grab her head with both hands. “In that case, you’d better open wide” he advised, giving her a few seconds to comply before stuffing her mouth full of his thick cock.
Diana’s cheeks swelled as she was face fucked roughly, the young demigod forcing his penis deep into her throat. He followed through with choking her, the dick filling her throat as it was constricted by the rope around her neck. His hips slammed forward over and over, his nails digging into her scalp as he threw his head back growling. Her mouth felt heavenly, a perfect fit around his cock, no gag reflex to hinder their progress. Diana’s eyes watered as she tried to stay composed, sucking Percy’s cock in a sloppy manner. She was an expert in sucking dick, decades of practice, but Percy was rough and kept her on her toes. He didn’t give her room to perform at her best, but she managed to deliver a passable attempt.
It appeared she did too good a job. Moments later Percy’s growls became louder until he suddenly cursed, yanking her head against his crotch watching her eyes bulge out of her skull as he pumped her mouth full of sperm. Diana was familiar with demigods and their sexual enhancements, such as endurance and fluid content, so she was quite prepared for the influx of cum flooding her airways, gulping it down as fast as she could. But with the lasso crushing her throat it was difficult, resulting in the white substance spilling out of her lips and nose. It felt like it was spilling out of her ears too as she choked, her nose pressed against Percy’s crotch. It took him a whole minute to remove her from his cock so she could come up for air, coughing and sputtering spilling cum over his jeans and her black hair.
She looked up at him as he regained his breath, seeing the smug smile on his face. “Everything you wanted?” He asked curiously.
“Yes” she replied regrettably as he tugged on the lasso, dragging her back up to her feet.
He grinned, crouching down to scoop some on his cum from her chin looking at it. Then he lunged in for a powerful kiss, shoving the heroine into the nearby wall shaking the room with a heavy thud. She gasped in surprise as he forced himself on her, secretly turned on at the aggression and dominance. Without her powers she couldn’t flip him around and take control. Submission was new to her. He crouched down and reached under her skirt, finding her panties and removing them in order to press his fingers against her sex. “How many fingers have you ever had inside at once?” He asked, rubbing her clit with his free hand.
Diana moaned as he teased her moist entrance, resisting the lasso until she was forced to answer with a gasp. “e…eight.”
Percy rose an eyebrow in astonishment, looking down at her neatly trimmed pussy. “Really? How…” he asked, opening her entrance with two fingers, disbelief all over his face.
Diana shuddered as he penetrated her, taking heavy breaths as she tried to speak clearly. “We…tried to put both hands inside, but…but I passed out. It was a long time ago…”
He stared at her opening as they stretched around his fingers, inserting a third finger easily. He tried to picture putting two fists into this small opening, the image bewildering him. “That’s impressive.”
“I had a dedicated teacher” Diana replied as he fingered her, her knees trembling. She caught Percy’s inquisitive eye, feeling the tug of the lasso around her soul. “I grew up on an island full of women. Powerful, talented, sexy women. We didn’t have men to satisfy us so we had our own ways. Antiope trained me since I was young, thought me everything. How to fight. How to ride. How to…oh gods… how to love, and fuck…fuck that’s good” she muttered.
“Was she the one who made you pass out?” He asked, sliding four fingers deep into her cunt spreading her pussy wide.
“No, that… I don’t remember truthfully” she confessed. “It was one of Themescaria big events. We held more than just gladiatorial tournaments. These events can go all night, and I’m afraid all the girls I was with became a blur. The last thing I remember that night is Hippolyta soothing me as I collapsed across her lap.” Her memory was interrupted when she felt Percy’s thumb rubbing the inside of her pussy, his wrist twisting inside her. “What…what are you doing?” She asked nervously.
“I just figured if you could handle eight fingers at once, you should be able to handle five” he smirked, watching the super hero squirm as he pushed his whole hand inside her pussy. It wasn’t often he got to fist a beautiful woman, twisting his wrist making her whimper. Her walls crushed his hand uncomfortably, tremors of orgasms shaking her hips, threatening to break his wrist. He doubled down and pushed further, sinking his forearm up into her entrance sliding his fingers through her velvet insides towards her cervix.
“Stop! I can’t…” Diana squeaked, panting heavily on the verge of tears. Percy’s hand was bordering the realm of pain now he was pushing against the barrier to her womb, feeling a bulge in her belly from his knuckles. Somewhere inside his arm rubbed against her spot constantly, making her shiver over and over in continuous climax until her core was on fire. “Please, take it out! It’s too much…”
“What’s the matter? I thought you could handle a good fisting” he said, pushing to to his elbow staring at her panicked and breathless face. He explored her cervix with his fingers, finding the opening pressing teasingly as Diana screamed. “I wonder if I could pry it open with my fingers, reach into your uterus and fuck your ovaries. How many people can say they fucked Wonder Woman this deep?”
“Please…stop…” Diana begged, tears in her eyes as he wiggled his fingertips into her cervix trying to breach her womb, pain overlapping the pleasure as she clamped her thighs together trying to stop him. She was prepared to do anything to get his to stop, her legs turning to jelly leaving her supported like a sock puppet.
After a few more agonizing seconds, Percy withdrew his arms and carefully dislodged his hand, stepping back as she slumped down to her knees and keeled over in a shivering heap curled into a ball. He shook his arm drenched in fluids, bruised and aching from how tightly her body was crushing it. He gave her a minute to recuperate on the cold floor, but only a minute before dragging her lifeless body over to the bed and throwing her across it on her stomach. She didn’t move as he stood behind her removing his jeans. “I was expecting a bit more fight from the likes of you” he said, bringing out his thick erection dropping his trousers to his ankles before pulling Diana’s skirt down her legs. When she didn’t respond he slapped her arse as hard as she could, cheering when she grunted awake. “There we go. I can’t fuck your last hole if your unconscious. That would be impolite.”
Diana blinked her eyes as feeling crept up her body, the aching numbness in her groin fading allowing her to feel Percy’s fingers kneading her bum cheeks. She peeked over her shoulder, watching him align his cock before inserting it into her anus. She grit her teeth as he pushed it in without preparation, relishing the burn of penetration over the intrusion to her uterus. The pain brought her back to her senses, lighting bolts of pleasure shooting up her spine. Once they were accustomed to being sheathed together Percy began fucking her from behind, holding her waist thrusting as hard as he could.
After a few minutes Diana started pushing against him, moaning louder prompting Percy to move his hands to her breasts, taking the lasso and looping it around his knuckles. He pulled on it tight, dragging her up until her back arched, using it to put more force behind his thrusts. “That’s more like the Wonder Woman I expect” he whispered in her ear.
Diana agreed as she rode his cock, moans turning to screams as she orgasmed violently. Percy groaned as her anus squeezed him, drawing out his cum as he ejaculated into her ass painting it white. Everything went glassy as they climaxed together, eyes rolling into their sockets as they roll onto the bed sluggishly. Percy fell onto his back, his limp cock falling out of Diana’s anus, breathing heavily staring at the ceiling. Diana lay on her side, white semen pulsing out of her ass staining the bedsheets, body aching, hands purple with robe burns across her skin. She was exhausted, black spots dancing around her vision. But she didn’t pass out, willed herself to stay awake.
She intended to gather her strength until she was able to remove the lasso binding her, and then take control of the cocky young demigod for the rest of the evening and most of the next day. She wondered how he’d like receiving ten fingers shoved up his vulnerable hole…
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