Wonder Woman - Twisted Dominion Ch. 02

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2.1

Diana pursed her lips, taking a moment to regard the home before her. It was a humble construction - as humble as a mansion could be - sitting by its lonesome in the middle of a clearing.

The mansion was of rustic design, the exterior boasting a cozy aesthetic of logs and stone veneer. Surrounded on all sides by tall evergreens, the home was comfortably isolated from roadside onlookers - aside from a lone, paved road winding its way from a double garage jutting out from the east wing. As inviting as the mansion was - sporting a far more welcoming atmosphere than Wayne Manor - Diana felt a measure of concern.

This was the Messner Estate. And Diana had no idea why she was here.

Against her better judgment, the Amazon Princess had taken a weekend off from superheroics. She wasn't sure why she felt the need to take a break from her honorable calling, especially when there was no special occasion for it. But she went ahead with it, checked in with J'onn and had her Watchtower schedule cleared until Monday.

And now Diana was back in Fawcett City - or rather, the Fawcett City outskirts. The last time she was in town was a couple weeks ago when she attended the city's Natural History Museum's fundraising Gala. It had been quite the uneventful affair aside from chatting with other admirable career women. In fact, Diana could hardly remember much of anything about the Gala. Any memories of the event were blended into a foggy haze and trying to remember anything about it was like walking into a thick mist. But for some reason, Diana felt drawn back to this place.

To this home. The Messner Estate.

Even if Diana couldn't remember much - and even if what she could remember was dull - the Amazon felt... warm. More than just a pleasant feeling, too. A lovely turning in her belly. A delightful chill dancing across her skin. It was... odd to feel such sensations and emotions about something that may as well have dropped entirely out of her mind.

I need to know more...

She approached the front double doors, wooden with a dark mahogany finish. Beside them, built into the stone veneer was a small intercom box with a red button beneath the speaker. Diana hesitated for only a moment before her curiosity got the better of her. She pressed the red button.

"Hello?" Diana leaned down some so that she was speaking directly into the criss-crossing grid. "Is anyone home?"

Silence answered her. Diana frowned, her finger sliding off the red button. The apprehension dissipated, replaced with... disappointment? Why did she feel disappointed?

Then came the sound of static. Diana's eyes fixated on the box and the rustling noise that emanated from the speaker grid. There was a small beep next and a man's voice followed.

"It's nice to hear your voice again, Diana." He said, warmth and charm coming through the intercom in spite of the low audio quality. Diana lips curled into a smile despite her earlier anxiousness. A small burst of excitement shocked through her nerves... All for a man's voice... What in Hera's name is the matter with me? "I'll be down to greet you in a moment."

"Again? Have we spoken before?" Diana's question was answered by silence. She frowned, her eyes narrowing. "Sir?"

Again, she received no response. Doubt began to creep back into her mind, the uneasy feeling that came with the lack of knowledge. She didn't know why she was here. She didn't know why she was drawn to this house in particular. And she certainly didn't know the man on the other end of the intercom... Even though he clearly knew her.

Diana pursed her lips, sinking into thought. Maybe she had met him before but didn't remember. Maybe he was one of those superheroine superfans she had given an autograph to some months back - or even some years back. But that didn't explain why she was drawn to his home...

Finally, the front doors opened. Diana let loose a breath she didn't know she had been holding, letting herself drink in the sight of her mystery man.

He was a younger man and visibly in good shape - though not quite reaching the impressive bulk of Superman or Batman. In fact, he reminded her more of The Flash or one of the younger male Green Lanterns. Tall, certainly, with some clear strength in his lean body. Adding to that were his dark hair, his green eyes, those full lips... Yes, he was certainly handsome enough. But above all, he was familiar. But not in a way that Diana could place.

It was odd. Diana surely would have remembered a young man like this one if they had met before.

"It's even better to see you again." The man smiled, stepping out to join her on his stone porch. He looked at her then - gazed, more like. As if he were drinking her in the way she had just a moment ago. Only with him it was far more intense. Sensual. Diana could feel his eyes on her... As well as a warmth rising in her cheeks. "I'll never get used to how beautiful you are."

He moved towards her, closing the distance between them to some scant few inches. Diana took a breath as he brought his face near hers, bringing his lips to her ear. He whispered, low and soothing, "My wish and desire, you shall fulfill... Now, remember."

In an instant, it all came flooding back. The gala, the spell, the... dalliance in that dim, empty hall. Even the interruption from the security guard. A rush of emotions followed the returned memories, Diana struck with feelings of shock, anger, disgust... But quickly felt them drowned out, to her horror, by equally strong feelings of excitement, allure, delight.

"Oh, Hera..." Diana stumbled back a step, sucking in a shuddering breath. She planted a hand on the stone support pillar for the porch roof, steadying herself. "You... I remember you... You put a spell on me... Controlling me..."

"It's all starting to come back to you. Good." The young man - Mark Messner, she now remembered - reached out to take her hand. Diana wanted to jerk out of his hold, but found that she couldn't. In fact, she didn't want to. She looked into the face of the man who had effectively enslaved her, expecting to see the evil smile of a twisted monster. Instead, she saw an expression on his handsome face that was halfway apologetic. "I'm sorry for wiping your memory, truly. But I couldn't take any chances. I needed you to go back to your normal routine with a clear head so that you wouldn't raise any suspicions. It's been two weeks and I've had time to think things through about how we're going to go about doing... this. I won't erase your memory again. I promise."

He was astonishingly polite for a man who had no qualms about turning the world's most beloved superheroine into a sex slave. But Diana didn't think much of that. In fact, most of her thoughts were terrorized by the memory of that same man driving his cock relentlessly into her throat. His very large and very unwieldy cock. Diana's cheeks were burning by the time she found the nerve to look Mark in the eyes.

"I suppose you want me to thank you?" Diana said flatly after the silence became unbearable.

"If I wanted you to do something, you wouldn't be able to question it." Mark answered smoothly, bringing her hand up to lay a soft kiss along her knuckles. He gave Diana a warm smile, his eyes equally full of lust and admiration. "But I'm happy the spell hasn't changed your attitude. I meant what I said back at the gala, you know. I want Wonder Woman, not a sex doll."

"You'll forgive me if I don't feel particularly honored by that."

"Of course. It's understandable to feel some negativity about this situation."

"You understand but you won't let me go." Diana observed, narrowing her eyes.

"It would be the right thing to do, sure." Mark gave a half-shrug, his lips twisting into a smirk. "But you know first hand that I'm not really a 'right thing' kind of guy. In my defense there are much worse men to be enslaved to."

Diana remembered the taste of him on her tongue. She remembered the strain of taking him into her throat. She remembered his manhood throbbing in her mouth. She remembered him spending... Her drinking, gulping... She remembered liking it.

The Amazon felt her stomach flip, a shudder ghosting through her body. She pressed her lips into a thin line, raising her chin at the man named Mark Messner.

"You treat all your playthings well, is that it?" Her voice was cold and razor sharp. But the man who held dominion over her mind only smiled, his eyes alight with a wicked fire.

"Hmm. Playthings. Plural." Diana could see that his mind was already racing and suddenly wished that she had kept her mouth shut. "You might have a higher opinion of me than you realize, Diana."

"It's possible."

The words came tumbling from her lips like they had been forced out. Diana clamped her teeth shut, eyes widening as she realized that it had been her own voice speaking those words. She remembered then that one little detail about the spell that she decided she hated the most: She couldn't lie.

Mark said nothing at first, only regarding Diana in silent satisfaction. An expression crossed his face, a mix between triumph and masculine pride. The same look was on his face when I swallowed his...

Diana's cheeks had been burning before, but now they were on fire. Her belly was doing flips, goosebumps prickling her skin. An Amazonian Princess shouldn't be feeling this way. Not because of a mere man.

"Please, come inside." Mark motioned to the front double doors, inviting Diana to walk ahead of him. The gentlemanly thing to do, Diana noted with irony. "It's been two weeks since we've seen each other. I'd say we have a lot of catching up to do..."

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2.2

The interior of the Messner Estate was cozier than Diana was expecting. The Amazon had felt a spike of dread as her captor led her through the threshold that was his front doors. If a man was willing to go to such extreme lengths such as ensnaring her mind to his whims... Diana could only guess as to what twisted things awaited her inside.

She found no twisted things - aside from perhaps Mark Messner himself. Instead, there were only the things that made the mansion feel like someone's home. The foyer extended back some thirty feet, with a staircase on the right leading up to the second floor. On the left was a wooden archway that opened up into the living area, where an L-shaped sofa wrapped around a low wooden table. Opposite the sofa was a fireplace and installed above it was a large flatscreen. The news was playing on the television but the sound was muted. Scattered throughout the room, resting on the table, on the sofa, even on the floor, were boxes. Some had been opened, some weren't. Some were large, some small.

Did he just move in? Looks like he never finished unpacking.

"I noticed you chose to wear civilian clothes." Mark nodded at her. The friendly grin on his face did little to settle the anxiousness that pulsed through her nerves. "You look nice, by the way."

She had worn relatively simple garb for her trip back to Fawcett City, nothing too fancy. Dark jeans, leather belt, shin-length wedge-heeled boots. Above the waist she wore a simple white v-neck - large-sized but still found itself stretched over the vast swells of her bust. Over that she wore a black, fashionable jacket. A bit more subtle than the golden eagle and the star-studded battle skirt. Even so, Mr. Messner clearly had some appreciation for her wardrobe.

The v-neck exposed perhaps a sliver of cleavage, but Diana knew that even a sliver was enough to catch a man's eye. She kept an even expression... and deliberately turned away from Mark's eyes, brushing past him as she strutted further into the foyer.

"I don't wear my Amazonian garb twenty-four-seven." She flatly explained. "Not even Wonder Woman can be on the job every waking moment."

Diana heard Mark chuckling behind her, his voice low and warm. For an instant, he nearly fooled her. Nearly had her believing that he was just a young man with a schoolboy crush. But then he spoke again.

"Of course not. There wouldn't be any time for fun otherwise."

That was why she was here. For fun.

Diana felt a stirring in her belly, a pulsing in her nerves. Breathing deeply through her nose, she crossed her arms. Tentatively, she dared to glance back over her shoulder. Mark Messner was still there, his eyes still devouring her. A slight tremble quivered through her lips. She bit down to stop it.

"Did you want me to wear my battle dress during...?" The astonishment at herself as the words flowed from her lips faded soon after. This dominion was her reality now. And deep down, Diana knew that it was better to know what this Mark Messner had in store for her than having surprise after surprise thrown upon her.

Mark's eyebrows shot up, as if he hadn't even considered it. Perhaps he hadn't and Diana had just provided him with another perverted fantasy. The possibility sent the Amazon's belly into another series of flips.

"A lovely idea, Diana." Mark praised as he approached her. He closed the distance in but a moment, one of his hands coming to rest on her upper arm. The other rose to her chin. His touch was warm, almost pleasant. But it wasn't enough to fool Diana. "We'll save it for another time."

Mark kissed her then. Diana made a sound but it wasn't of shock or fear or anger. It was a reflexive response to the sensations of his lips on hers, to the pleasantness of his touch. It was fake, of course. It had to be fake. Diana knew he was controlling her. There was no other way, no other explanation as to why she hadn't put him through a wall already.

Then it was over, Mark pulling back some to plant a smaller kiss on the corner of her mouth.

"As I said before: two weeks is a very long time for a young man to be away from his woman." Mark spoke low, barely above a whisper. The feeling of his hot breath on her skin made Diana's eyes flutter shut. "We need to make up for lost time, Diana. Wouldn't you agree?"

Diana's eyes fluttered open then. She stared into the man's hungry eyes. Then she darted forward, kissing him in turn. A small display of defiance. Yes, a show that even under his thrall, Diana Prince was not some tamed mare.

She pulled back and whispered into his ear.

"It's impossible to disagree."

It was a rush to get to the master bedroom, hurried steps padding up the main staircase echoing through the foyer. Not near as frantic as Mark's hands grabbing at Diana's clothes, her body, so eager to touch her, claim her the instant they passed the threshold.

The civilian garb Diana wore lasted seconds against Mark's aggression - with some assistance from Diana's own helping hands. She couldn't deny him her body. This was the base reason she had returned to Fawcett City - to serve Mark Messner, to sate his desires. The sooner those desires were sated, the sooner she could return to her true calling. She could be Wonder Woman again.

Mark's clothes fared little better against Diana's Amazonian strength. They were made into tatters and ribbons and thrown to the sides, into far corners to be forgotten. They might have been expensive - wealthy men tended to drape themselves in designer threads - but Mark didn't seem to mind. Judging from the fire dancing in his eyes as Diana ripped his shirt open, her sudden aggression may have been exactly what he wanted. Diana's blood burned hot as the realization settled in her mind.

With one hand, the Princess of Themyscira shoved her wealthy master onto his bed - King-sized of course, because what other kind of bed would a rich man have? Sprawled on his back before her, Mark still possessed that look in his eyes, the predatory hunger that had Diana's nerves buzzing, her blood singing. He looked like he was in complete control. Diana glowered at the man below her.

Taking a moment to observe her master in this moment of vulnerability, Diana found that his nudity pleased her. For a brief moment, some part of her Amazon spirit was aghast. But her flesh and blood body could not turn from the truth. The reality was that as morally corrupt as he was, Mark Messner looked good. His slender-but-athletic build. His rich, tanned skin. His full, smirking lips. His darling, devious green eyes.

Her Amazon spirit screamed at her, the spirits of Amazon warriors past screamed at her, but Diana discovered at that moment a new truth. A twisted truth.

Mark Messner was right. There were worse men to be enslaved to.

Diana descended upon her master. Miraculously, the wooden bedframe didn't break. As her lips began to explore Mark's body, Diana wondered if the man would show the same... fortitude.

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The bedframe gave out after twenty minutes. Mark, on the other hand, still held firm. Very firm. Diana couldn't help but admire the mortal man's stamina. Perhaps he felt the need to impress her? It wouldn't have been the first time a man's pride carried him beyond his limits.

"Oh, Christ..." Mark groaned, low and throaty. His head rolled back into his pillow allowing Diana to see the tiny beads of sweat glittering across the man's Adam's apple. She planted her hands on his chest and rocked her hips. A harsh curse came hissing from Mark's clenched teeth. Diana herself hummed softly, taking on the strange task of enjoying herself despite the bleak particulars of her situation. Mark Messner was not only attractive, he was blessed. With Mark's cock now deeply acquainted with her womanhood, Diana had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

Diana straddled her master, riding him like she would ride a horse back on Themyscira. This was not what she had expected when Mark invited her into his home. No, she thought he might put her on her knees again, like he had back at the Gala. Shove his big bastard of a cock into her mouth and make her choke on it, make her swallow his hot, salty seed. There was no doubt he would return to such low-minded domination fantasies. He had enjoyed himself too much the first time. But until then, Diana would show the man that Amazon's were not so easily conquered.

"If there's any god you should be praising right now, Mr. Messner, it should be Aphrodite." Diana teased, rolling her hips just a bit faster. She leaned down, pressing her forehead against his, her dark mane falling down around their heads like a curtain. She felt him inside her, felt his skin on her body. Mortal hands eager to touch Amazonian flesh. One of his hands grabbed her ass. It was a base action, much expected of a man. Hungry fingers pawed at the plushness of her buttocks. His hand retreated from her rear... then quickly returned, his palm slapping against her ass. "Oh!"

"I'll send her a 'thank-you' note." Mark growled.

Diana huffed and rose so that she was straddling him again, but not before giving her master a soft peck on the lips. His eyes were on her then, drinking in the sight of Amazonian beauty. Her toned belly, her breasts, her wild mane of black hair. She saw a certain glint in his eyes then, the wicked happiness that the woman above him - the woman around him - was his.

Hera, help me. Diana closed her eyes, feeling a small ping of shame as she quivered around the man's cock. Either it was her body's natural reaction to his male presence or she was aroused by the thought of being conquered. Neither possibility was pleasing to consider.