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Wonderland Birthday Present

Diana (Wonder Woman) POV

Diana didn’t know what it was. She had hated coming to Wonderland before. She had an informant named G who admitted to once having served Maxwell Lord. Even the Justice League had been fooled by that rogue telepath into thinking he was a good guy, so Diana tried not to hold it against him, any more than G held it against her that she killed Maxwell Lord. G had given her insight into what was going on in organized crime. She had been able to save thousands of lives by getting fentanyl off the streets, cutting the cities overdose deaths from something that looked like a bad day in the war Afghanistan or Iraq, to a statistical oddity. Then he began to help her root out the human trafficers, the child pornographers. With his information she reached places and stopped evils that the Justice League and even Batman couldn’t. He somehow did it without violence. He did it simply through his club Wonderland.

She should have hated going there. It was a strip club. A club where women took off their clothes for money. A club that objectified women, in which women visibly enjoyed being objectified and degraded for the pleasure of men. Yet, every day she could not wait to come back here and tell G the wonderful things she had done with his information, to get his approval, to please him. Oh god how she wanted to please him. He took no reward. He took no fame, he had made her promise not to tell anyone of his aid. Yet she saw both police and high user account criminals come into this club, all willing to earn G’s favour, not one of them ever mentioning that they had seen her there. Seen Wonder Woman sitting with G in his private booth.

Diana grew wet, her breath coming faster. They didn’t mention the other thing. G explained it as the kind of thing that football players, and baseball players did to congratulate team mates on their success. Indeed he pointed to the TV running between the dancing stages to show men slapping each other on the ass as they rounded the bases after a home run, or made a good catch or tackle. The first time he had smacked her on the ass she turned ready to break his arm, until he reminded her that she loved it when he spanked her.

Now, every time she stopped a super villain, or freed some exploited underage sex workers from slavers, she rushed to the club to get him to give her that spank of approval.

Soon it became a game. He would tease her, fake a swing a few times until she stuck out her star spangled bum and begged him to spank her. It drew a crowd, all the men of the club would gather around to see her beg to get spanked by G. She would have never guessed this wouldn’t bother her, but G reminded her that she loved when men watched her please him. That helped make it clear in her mind. The next time he reminded her how turned on she got by pleasing him. Honestly, he didn’t really have to remind her, she knew that one already, but once he said it, she could admit it. It was a week later that he finally gave in and began to give her a spank per girl she rescued, a spank per bad guy she captured. That was when the trouble started.

G reminded her how much being spanked by men turned her on. Now, it was all she could do to finish her company and get out of sight to drop her fingers down her star spangled bootie shorts to frig her Amazonian goddess gift until she came so hard she had to fly home because she couldn’t walk. It had been days since she was able to go farther than the next roof over before dropping her panties and diving fingers into herself, even tearing her top off to suck on her own nipples thinking about being spanked by G in front of all those cops, criminals, and company leaders. It was okay. Everything about wonderland was safe. G reminded her of that. G was at all times good at reminding her of things she had at all times known were true but sometimes forgotten.

G had sent her a message, he was skipping out a birthday party set for him by the Chamber of Commerce because he had some hot information about a new plan by Cyborgirl to take delivery of a shipment of trafficked girls, some of Maxwell Lord’s mind control and conditioning hardware and programs, and her own cyber enhancement knowledge stolen from Star Labs to make a little mind controlled kill squad of enhanced and enslaved girls. Diana had to stop Cyborgirl from getting her hands on those girls and she had to make sure that mind controlled tech never reached her hands, or Wonder Woman would have the blood of countless innocents on her hands as Cyborgirl continued her pointless vendetta through mind controlled pawns. She would do anything for that information.

Gaslighter POV

Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday dear Gaslighter now Wonder Whore will be! I laughed as I sang to myself. Today was the day. The day I got my revenge. Well, the first, most delicious taste of it. Today was the day that Wonder Woman, the Defender of All Women, the living goddess, begged to whore for me. She didn’t know it yet, but I did.

I had been Maxwell Lord’s apprentice. To become his apprentice, I accepted his training seal upon my powers. Sure it later turned out he was siphoning off most of it for himself, but since I was getting trained by him in return, I can’t really complain. I don’t know for sure if he ever would have released me as promised, nor if there weren’t some other little compulsions he buried in there. I choose to accept my mentor’s benevolence, since when Wonder Woman snapped his neck like a Thanksgiving turkey, my hope of having the lock on my powers removed died. She emasculated me. She gelded my godlike potential. She broke me and didn’t even notice.

Now all I could do was make one suggestion every ten minutes. Five if I pushed it and didn’t worry about efficient nose bleeds and potential brain bleeds, but ten was safest. Ah but Maxwell’s training wasn’t a joke. He took my power away so I would learn to be subtle. Where his power, and what should have been mine, could reach out and make Superman my puppet, all I could do was make a single suggestion. His attacks were like a taser to the brain, disrupting it, shattering all coherent wondered and forcing your own to replace it. It was brute force, it was noticeable. Hell, it was so obvious the muscle heads of the League spotted it and they usually needed someone to send up the Bat signal or nuke the Daily Planet. Maxwell Lord was a two handed sledge hammer to the skull, I was the finest thin needle inserted into the very deepest part of the brain, injecting one little suggestion so deep inside that whoever I implanted it in would accept it unquestioningly.

Not much right? I wasn’t a mind devouring titan, I wasn’t gonna stand in the middle of the city and scream “Kneel before me!” and expect anything but arrest under the mental health act. No, I was just a gaslighter. Just a maker of nasty little suggestions that got down deep inside you and got accepted as unquestioning truth. Given time and exposure, I could layer them on top of each other.

The funny thing about strong intelligent people is that they will discover a way to make it make sense. They will make the connections between the accepted truths (that I supplied) and use it to restructure their own beliefs to remove any inconsistencies. Layer enough of them, and the mind will start to extrapolate. After all, a truly intelligent person will not simply accept a thing is true without extending what they know and trust absolutely to derive what should naturally follow. They reprogram themselves after a while. When I suggest how something makes them feel good, or makes them feel safe, makes them feel scared, makes them feel excited, their own brains begin to supply the stimulus to reward their behaviour changes. The strong ones have the willpower to push the farthest, after all, they know its right, they will follow it to the end. Heroes are the strongest of all, and Wonder Woman is the strongest even among them.

Victor Treblinka was in the club, with a dozen of his hardcases. He ran the smuggling on the docks. He worked for every outfit that needed something moved on the quiet through the docks. Not one of the supervillains or major crime lords wanted to go up against him, because he was the only one to keep their goods moving beneath the notice of the superheroes and government spooks. He was a little pissed that two of his brothers were doing federal time right now, as Wonder Woman had taken one down for running dirty drugs, and fed the second to Batman for the Gotham end of the pipeline. He was eager to pay any price to get a bit of his own back on Wonder Woman. I set a price. He didn’t believe me, but he brought the bonds and securities just in case.

Happy Birthday to me, time for my present to unwrap itself. The door just buzzed me. Wonder Woman was here. The Star of Wonderland was about to go on the main stage.

She came into the club, and it had changed. As I layered the suggestions in her brain, I changed the club bit by bit, to adjust her new ordinary. Where once she passed a proud senior executive woman stripping on stage, lording it over her minions like a queen teasing her toys, now that same woman was finishing a lap dance by getting her nipples gnawed on by her flunkies, her tushy spanked red and tight holes fingered as they stuffed small bills in her garters. Where once she passed policewomen and police men chatting idly at the tables watching the sports screens between the stages, now she saw police women in uniform being brought into the club and then going up on stage to strip for the male cops and half the same perps they booked during the last shift.

She “KNEW” Wonderland was a safe place for women to express their true needs, where a strong woman was free to show her soft side. After months of suggestions I had trained these worthy women, everyone from DA’s to detectives, CEO’s to Grammy nominee singers that what they really wanted more than anything was to please men on the stage, and if they were lucky, for special dances in the back room, usually performed on their knees or back. Wonder Woman passed all of this with a smile, and smiled fondly when men would spank her ass as she passed, each time looking at me to see my approval.

She blushed like a virgin in a whorehouse, which was oddly appropriate, for the moment. She was excited, almost bouncing as she came over.

“I am so sorry that you had to miss your birthday party for this G, I know helping me has cost you so much. I just wish there was something I could do for you. Anything I could do for you to make it right.” Wonder Woman was regal, even now. A Queen among the commoners, a goddess among mortals, lowering her purity to be sullied by my hand as I took her hands in mine and wrapped her lasso of truth around my own hands.

“Having you here today is worth more to me than a thousand honours from the Chamber of Commerce, the Governor, or even the President. I know where we can get the information to stop Cyborgirl from hurting all those girls, and endangering your life, but the man who can help want’s something I can’t give him. Something only you can give him.”

I unwrapped the lasso from my arm, which is what I at all times did when I was done giving her the information she used to save people. Everything I said to that point was true. You can’t lie to the lasso, so I used my power on myself to make sure I never tried. I can’t lie to Wonder Woman at all. That is what makes the game a fair fight. It will be my mind against hers. I will own her, mind, body, and soul, where my dear departed master, Maxwell Lord, could not.

I looked away. “I am sorry. If I wasn’t too embarrassed to ask, then you could get the information from him tonight. I mean, I couldn’t ask any of my girls to do it, because they might get hurt. You are bullet proof, heck, you punched out Superman. You wouldn’t be hurt at all, but it is too much to ask you to do just to save a few dozen girls you never met.” I turned to her and told her, “If I had a girl that was invulnerable as you, then I could get the information you need right now to save those girls.” Not a lie. Victor wanted Wonder Woman, if I gave him Wonder Woman on the main stage, I was getting five million cash, and both of us were getting our revenge. Wonder Woman would also get the information to save a bunch of girls and stop a cyborg with serious anger issues, because some stuff gives a bad name to crime, but that was more like the icing than the actual cake.

Wonder Woman was the cake.

She reached out a hand and touched my face gently. “What is it that you are afraid to ask me?”

It was time to run down all the suggestions I had given her so far, to key them in sequence so that the next one fit.

“You know you can trust me. You know that nothing that happens in Wonderland will ever get out. You know that you love to please me. You know that you like to excite men. You know how being spanked makes you excited. You know it takes a strong woman to admit she wants to be sexy. You know you are the strongest woman on earth.”

I smiled as she blushed, I mean right down to her breasts blushed. If that chest armour of hers wasn’t strong enough to stop a .50 sniper round, I bet her nipples would be sticking through it right now.

I grinned and offered her an apart. “You know today is my birthday, and I was going to suggest giving you my birthday bumps.” I smacked her ass. “Generally, it is the one having the birthday that gets the birthday bumps, but we both know both of us get more excited when you are the one being spanked. This would just be like you taking my birthday bumps for me, only in a way only a strong woman could do, only a strong courageous woman who was willing to do anything to save those poor innocent girls.”

Sure I was laying it on thick, and a few months ago, she wouldn’t have bought it, but right now I could smell how turned on she was. She was practically wiggling in the seat like a puppy trying to wag its tail.

“What do I need to do, G. I will do anything.” She asked me seriously.

I gestured to Victor, he and his goons came over.

“This is Victor. He knows where the girls and the tech is coming in, and he can give you what you need to stop them both. Victor has some tastes which are a little hard on mortal women. You see, he wants to give you the Birthday Bumps, but he wants to do it will bull whips, and cattle prods. Now they would hurt a normal woman, but they could no more hurt Wonder Woman than tickling with a feather.” I said.

I could see her thinking about it, the idea of being whipped for men’s pleasure was a natural outgrowth of her being turned on by being spanked by men. This wasn’t even really for her, this was for those poor suffering girls!

“I will do it!”

Victor looked at her slowly up and down.

“If this is real Wonder Woman, how do I know she won’t snap me in half for whipping her? I am paying you in good coin, and information that could get me killed, I am not looking to get hurt for playing the good guy for once.” Victor asked, his accent coming out under stress.

I assured him calmly. “Victor, if it will make you feel better, we can bind her arms above her head with her own lasso. Even she can’t break that.”

I took her to the main stage and bound her hands to the steel ring that hung down for some of the girls who liked to do silk rope arial work in their acts. I whispered in her ear the truth.

“The knot is in your hands, if you want to be free at any time, just tug the loop at your wrist and you will be free.” The trap wasn’t that she couldn’t be free, the trap was that the lasso compelled the truth.

Victor looked at her again, panting like a racehorse at the starting gate, legs trembling, face flushed, and he snered.

“How do I know she is real Wonder Woman. She looks more like Wonder Whore?” Victor sneered.

I walked to the stage and stroked Wonder Woman’s face, looked deep into her eyes and hit her with the strongest suggestion yet.

“If she is Wonder Woman, Defender of All Women, Princess of Themyscira, mightiest of all the Amazons, then she will stand unbowed, proudly with hands raised high, as you ply your whips and your cattle prods because she is the Goddess of Truth. Then to her you will give the information to stop Cyborgirl and save those smuggled girls. If she gets so turned on by being whipped and shamed by the hands of men that she can’t help but touch herself, that she can’t help but finger that hot little pussy, then I guess she is Wonder Whore and will need to find some other way to please you and your men to EARN that information and save those poor girls.”

I had to back away and sit down before I fell down. Putting that long a suggestion into her head was pushing my limits. Luckily, in her currently aroused state, she wasn’t thinking clearly enough to notice anything wrong.

Victor had a bull whip in his hand, as did two of his thugs, a few more had cattle prods, cruel sparks flashed from the tips as they dragged them over metal chair backs as they eyed her.

“So, miss Princess Wonder Woman Amazon slut. How old are you?” Victor asked as he cracked the whip behind her a few times, smiling as she danced away from it, even though they could have hosed her down with submachine guns and not hurt her. A whip worked on something other than the flesh though, a whip trained animals and slaves to obey.

“Over a hundred. I never really counted until I came to your world, before the first of your World Wars. Why do you ask.” Wonder woman asked, confused.

With a crack, he brought the whip down across her star spangled ass and she shrieked in shock.

“Because bitch, you get one ‘birthday bump’ per year. Now, don’t lose track or we have to start again.”

They played with her, sometimes striking her ass, sometimes tits, sometimes right on her virgin pussy, at least half the strikes were fake, cracking the air before or behind her to make her jump. They loved watching the proud look on her face dissolve into a mix of fear and lust as time and again she lost track of the number, and had to begin over.

When she was starting to lunge towards the whip to take strikes not on her thigh but on her, visibly soaked star spangled spankies, Victor knew she was getting too turned on to think. That is when the cattle prods came out. First he jabbed one in her breast, right above the nipple, letting the gold and steel of her armour arc it across both her breasts. She arched her back and screamed “YES” at the top of her lungs.

Then Victor led her around, causing her to spin to face whichever man had the prod as whoever was left would whip her ass to distract her.

Prod to the pussy, whip, whip, faked whip, faked whip, prod to the breast. Whip, whip, whip, then a touch of the cattle prod to her pussy one last time when Wonder Woman lunged out, arching her back, desperate to finally climax with one more cruel shock, only to discover Victor smirking and saying coldly.

“No. You want to cum Princess, go fuck yourself.” Victor laughed, throwing the shut off cattle prod apart, as each of his men tossed down their prods and whips, and each of them stroked their hardening cocks through their pants.

She had been edged for hours on the main stage, now there were a hundred men looking at her, staring at her, chanting at her to fuck herself. Fuck herself. Fuck herself.

She looked at me, I smiled and pushed that last little bit, to seal the deal. “If you would rather be a whore, go ahead, fuck yourself.”

“I am Wonder Whore!” She screamed, as she tugged the knot, to free herself from the Lasso of Truth that had already caused her to admit that she wanted in that very moment, to be Wonder Whore, and satisfy the needs of her superhuman body, more than she wanted to be the Princess of Power, the Defender of All Women, Wonder Woman.

She pulled her star spangled pants down to her knees, and fell forward. Diving her fingers down, raising her ass in the air, she frigged herself to a squirting climax towards the cheering crowd.

Victor unzipped, and pulled out his cock. A dozen of his men did the same.

“Well Wonder Whore, how are you going to earn that information and save those poor little girls now. Wonder Whores are only good for one thing, so how about you earn your money for old G there?” Victor smirked.

This was it, this was my moment of victory. Wonder Woman, killer of Maxwell Lord, destroyer of my future and power looked over at me for permission to whore for me in front of my entire club. I nodded like a noble to a lowly bar slut, because that was now our relationship.

Victor had his goons bind her hands behind her back with her lasso while they stripped her top off, and removed her soaked little blue pants. They left her tiara and boots, to remind everyone who they were using.

Victor grabbed her by the hair and began to face rape her. She made such faces as he turned the most powerful woman on earth into his cock sleeve. You could see is nine inches pushing the sides of her throat as she fought down her gag reflex. He held her nostrils shut as he face raped her.

“She must be the real Wonder Woman, what a perfect whore, she doesn’t even need to breathe at all when she sucks cock!”

She sucked cock too well, and soon he collapsed to the floor, and she was on him like a striking snake, diving on his cock like it was her only hope of salvation. Well, his minions were done pulling pud, because one of them lined up on her pussy and drove her onto Victor’s cock by burying himself in her pussy.

“Holy shit boss, this is tighter than any woman alive. This is like the pussy of the gods. Like the pussy all pussy was meant to be.” His minion stated as Victor screamed, almost losing his soul as the Defender of All Women sucked every last drop of his load out of his balls, and maybe half his soul with it. While Victor crawled off to watch and recover, his men ran a train on the Princess of Power.

The cattle prods came out again, and as she rode one of the goons, two more of them gnawed on her nipples, sucking and biting hard enough to make her scream, before shocking the soaked and conductive nipples to drive her into shattering orgasms on the cock of the thug below.

Victor got his second wind and grabbed Wonder Woman by the hair, pushed her face into the ground, and shoved his foot on her cheek. Pushing her into the ground, he rasped out his promise.

“Alright Wonder Whore, I am going to fuck you up that Amazon ass, and if you can make me cum up your bum, I will give you all the information you need to save them little girls and stop that cyborg psycho. If you don’t make me cum with that tight little ass, then I guess all those poor little innocents are just going to die.”

Taking the cum that was dripping from her pussy, he fingered her tight little asshole until it started to open. You can’t force a woman who could crush a crowbar in her back door if she wanted, she had to want to be ass raped. She had to want to whore out her Amazon ass in front of the whole club.

He pushed in, and her ass clamped on him like a velvet vice. He hammered her. No gentleness, he pounded her ass with all the fury of a man forced to watch his brothers go down for federal time because some do gooder was too tough to kill, too clever to fool, and too righteous to bribe. She fucked his family right up the ass, so now he was fucking her ass for revenge.

“Ah fuck, I can’t stand it. This is the best ass I ever had. You were made to fuck. You really are a Wonder Whore!” Victor panted, he took the cattle prod, and jammed it up her cunt, triggering a final bolt that caused her whole body to convulse, and nearly tore his cock off. He came so hard, but so did she. Like two dogs fucking, he was trapped in her ass, unable to pull out until she stopped cumming.

She came, and came and came, crying out. “I am WONDER WHORE!”

Victor felt his poor cock spasming again and again, as if in its death throws, unable to stop cumming as his balls threatened to implode pumping into her ass. Finally, he withdrew.

It took two of his men to hold him upright, as he could not stand.

“Good whores clean up their mess. Are you a good whore?” Victor asked.

Wonder Woman, Princess of Themyscira cleaned her ass and his cum off Victor’s cock.

He staggered back, picked up a thumb drive and went to his wallet and pulled out five crisp 100$ bills.

“There is your information. You can play superheroine again. Save some girls, make the press think you aren’t really just G’s latest whore, turning super powered tricks for cash and information. Here is your tip. You can keep it, or give it to your pimp.”

Wonder Woman pushed the thumb drive into her boot, then with eyes down, and five one hundred dollar bills, crawled to my table.

She knelt, naked save for her tiara and boots, and offered the five hundred dollars on upraised palms.

“Happy Birthday master.” She offered.

I stroked her hair. “Good Girl. Wonder Whore is my best girl.”

I folded my money and put it in my breast pocket. I felt fingers on my belt, then my zipper. The woman that destroyed my life, the superheroine that killed Maxwell Lord and freed Superman had just freed my cock, and was doing her best to show me that she gave her pimp more pleasure than even her customers. Tomorrow, and outside she would be Wonder Woman, and save the world. Here in Wonderland, right now and forever, she would be Wonder Whore, and be the best girl any pimp could have.

I am Gaslighter. This is my story.

NSFW: yes

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