Warning: This chapter contains erotic and sexual content that may not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own risk.
"Where… am I?"
Diana Prince's eyelids opened from the forced sleep, the world came into focus through a haze of disorientation. The air was cold and sterile, humming with the low rhythm of machinery and the faint aroma of ozone from high-tech circuits. She blinked, her warrior instincts kicking in as she assessed her surroundings. The room was vast, its walls lined with gleaming white panels that pulsed with subtle energy fields, reminiscent of Lex Luthor's advanced laboratories, cold, calculated, and brimming with forbidden innovation. The shelves groaned under the weight of artifacts and scientific instruments like glowing vials of unknown serums and holographic projectors displaying ethereal blueprints.
"Where… the hell am I…" She questioned herself mentally.
Diana tried to move, her muscles tensed with her Amazonian strength, she couldn't mobilize, she was paralyzed. She opened her eyes wider, noticing that she was strapped against a smooth white wall, with her arms extended, her fists bound by metal cuffs that hummed with a retention field, with her legs chained at the ankles by another pair of cuffs. Her body formed a Y. These cuffs weren't made of common metals; they vibrated with a mix of technological dampeners and mystical wards, undermining her divine power just enough to prevent escape. She felt that.
Wonder Woman strained against them, her biceps flexed, the golden eagle on her red bodice gleamed as she pulled with all her strength. The cuffs held firm, unyielding, sending a jolt of feedback through her nerves that made her grit her teeth. She realized she was still dressed in her full Wonder Woman costume, her red armor, her blue skirt and exposed thighs unmarred, and finally her red boots. But her Lasso of Truth was not coiled at her hip. Her lasso was gone. Besides, she didn't feel the weight of her tiara on her head forged in her birthplace. It wasn't there either.
She scanned the laboratory frantically, saw several tables and shelves reinforced with metal and technology, distant from her, there was no presence of both objects from her heritage. A wave of weakness flooded her, not debilitating, but enough to hinder her edge, perhaps due to her captor's trick.
Her memories flooded back, the mother box, the Watchtower cafeteria, the whitish breach, the masked intruder with his metallic armor and hooded emerald robe. She pieced it together, saw the obvious, the subject had kidnapped her, had defeated her and now she was his prisoner in his supposed laboratory. So cliché for any villain trying to take over the world.
She looked in detail at the group of holographic projectors, it caught her curiosity what it showed, a mosaic of images and videos. She saw Superman flying through the skies of Metropolis. Batman and Robin jumping and swinging over the rooftops of Gotham. Lex Luthor at Lexcorp, processing reports in his office. Lady Shiva training her team of assassins, with Bane's presence in Santa Prisca. Aquaman and his ex-wife Mera arguing among themselves inside the Atlantis palace about their divorce matters. Green Lantern wielding his ring's constructs to save people in Coast City. They were looping clips, supposed old recordings, taken at the exact moment. Work of her raptor.
This confirmed it 100%. The intruder had bad intentions with the league and supposedly against The Light. Her heart raced with fury.
"Who is this man? What are his true intentions? An old ally or enemy of Luthor?" She thought. She pulled at her metallic restraints again, the cuffs biting into her skin without yielding.
"Show yourself!" She shouted, her voice echoing off the white walls, strong and dominant despite her situation. "Stop hiding like a coward!"
Silence answered her, broken only by the hum of the laboratory's systems. She strained harder, her thighs clenching as she tried to leverage her legs to break the metal, but it was still useless. In her mind, she ran through the memories of her battle against him, echoing the man's arcane invocations and his technology in his armor. She confirmed he is a mad scientist like Professor Ivo and a dark sorcerer like Felix Faust. He must have some relation to Zatanna or Constantine, she formulated mentally.
On the other hand, she hoped her absence had been noticed. Clark's super hearing might pick up anomalies, along with Bruce's paranoia would flag any irregularity in the Watchtower.
"Hera! grant me strength!" She murmured, closing her eyes briefly in prayer, drawing on her divine patron to resolve it. The goddess's presence felt distant, muffled by whatever ward enclosed this place, but it steadied her.
"Clark… Bruce…" She only had her friends in her mind to rescue her, she hated being in this situation. She didn't like being saved, being a damsel in distress. She hated it. She remembered those tense moments where her ex-partner Steve Trevor saved her from Ares or her League teammates did the same, especially Bruce and Clark against the Legion of Doom or Darkseid himself.
Out of nowhere, the rhythmic noise of several metallic footsteps approaching echoed from her left side, heavy and deliberate, like the march of a conqueror. Diana's head snapped toward the direction as the figure emerged through a staircase connecting to a second floor, his green hood casting shadows over his masked face. It was him, the intruder, his green cape flowing behind him, his armored form exuding an aura of arrogant authority. He didn't look at her on his way, walking purposefully toward the back, a large console with several advanced buttons was present, his metal-gloved hands moving to press a button.
"You! Release me now, or I'll destroy you!" Diana roared, her voice a thunder in the laboratory, her blue eyes burning with defiance. She struggled again, the wall vibrating slightly from her efforts but he ignored her, pressed the button and the holograms disappeared.
Diana saw that the masked man pressed another button again, Diana hears that above the ceiling a rectangular hole opens automatically, and a small screen reinforced by a bracket held by the technological ceiling lowers, positioning itself near and in front of her, at the height of her blue eyes. An image appeared on the screen, showing the founders of the League seated at the main table of the meeting room, Superman reporting to the rest about a new Russian nuclear attack on Ukrainian territory, Batman analyzing data through a hologram on top of the table, Flash, Green Lantern, Hawkgirl, Aquaman, Martian Manhunter, Black Canary. Hawkman and Wonder Woman, being present around the table. Looking at that, Diana thought it was a recording taken and hacked by the man, but she didn't remember such an event. It seemed strange to her. She looked better, saw below the screen in the bottom right, the red live symbol and the words. It was a live feed, too real. She thought she was being paranoid but her mind was on it. She was in shock. She looked closer at herself in the image. She noticed that she had her lasso of truth and her tiara, her same armor from her heritage. Everything together, what did this guy do. He cloned her. She formulated.
"What did you do… Have you cloned me?" She murmured to nothing while hearing herself in the transmission, it was her same voice, acting like her. She saw her own movements in the supposed impostor. She was shocked.
"Nothing out of this world, your allies will never look for you nor find you" Said the metallic voice of the man.
"You're lying….. They will come for me… How did you do it….." Diana murmurs in shock. "Did you take my blood? how?"
"Everything is real, Miss Prince. I have my own methods that I don't plan to share with you, not now." The masked man spoke again with a tone of threat. "I warned you, your allies influence you to be at the same level as them and the mortals, you can't see the reality of things, you don't deserve that name of the princess of Themyscira"
Diana angry insisted again on breaking the restraints, resulting in the same. She wanted to punch the man. Her movement was brusque and inexorable while the screen in front of her returned upward, hiding in the ceiling.
"Who are you? What do you want from me? What are your plans against the league" She demanded, her voice mixed with fury, her muscles tensing again against the cuffs. "I'll tear that armor off you piece by piece! Say it!"
Doom finally approached her, the eye slits of his mask glowing faintly as he considered her with cold calculation. From behind the metal mask, his voice resonated, deep and commanding. "You won't do that, Amazon. You tore off my mask before, you wouldn't want to see the rest of my body".
Diana's face twisted with disgust, remembering the brief and horrible glimpse of his scarred and bloodied face, the demonic eyes and the metallic fusion at the back of his head.
"Who do you want from me?" She repeated spitting with her venomous tone, refusing to show fear.
Doom's response was mixed with condescension. "Call me only Lord. It will be sufficient".
"You're crazy!" Diana replied with narrowed eyes, her body tensing as she tested the cuffs once more.
Doom's mask tilted slightly, a hint of a taut smile in his voice. "A madman? No. I have been the savior of humanity and the universe itself several times more than you can imagine, Wonder Woman. You better treat Doom as your superior.
Diana was angry, only hearing the man's bragging. She still feels the unease of the word "Doom" again in her mind. Why does he always repeat that word?
"I know much more about you than you think, Diana Prince" Added the sovereign of Latveria with a tone of mystery. The use of her civilian name sent a shiver through her this time.
"Where am I?" She demanded, her voice firm despite the growing anger.
"The location is irrelevant. What matters is you, your role in what is to come". Doom spoke.
"What do you want…." Diana pressed, her Amazonian pride refusing to yield, even bound.
"You're being simplistic." Doom responded, his tone almost pitying. He approached her more, touching her cheek with his metallic fingers. "I repeat that you have been chosen, Miss Prince, Latveria needs you so that it can prosper for all eternity."
The man's touch on her face gave her a small shudder and then she calmed down a bit. She wondered why this was. Diana's brow furrowed in confusion, her mind racing through known threats, Luthor's traps and Maxwell Lord's schemes, but this was new. "What the hell are you really talking about? What is Latveria? Release me now!"
Doom's gloved hand that was on her cheek now lowered reaching her belly, with the metallic fingers brushing her abdomen with a deliberate and cold gentleness.
"You'll know very soon". He murmured. His touch lingered on her belly.
Diana recoiled mentally, her voice gave a growl. "Don't touch me! Get away from me!"
Doom's voice remained calm, almost reverent, as he pressed his hand more firmly. "My next heir will grow here... blessed by the gods of your Olympus".
The implication hit her like a bolt. Diana's eyes widened in horror and revulsion. Everything made sense now, the kidnapping, being bound, the man's words and his refusal to answer her questions and finally feeling good at his touches as a consequence where she remembered that the man used a dirty trick in the Watchtower.
"You….. want to rape me?" Her voice rose against her restraints, her strength burned despite the weakness, the cuffs groaning under the strain. "You're a sick bastard!"
Doom withdrew his hand from her belly, his mask impassive. "Think whatever you want of me, Miss Prince. Doom never stoops to those dirty acts of sick mortals. I won't take you by force."
There was a pause.
"You will approve in conceiving my heir, said by your own words. In a good way, you won't feel discomfort from it."
"Never!" Diana spat, her face contorted in defiance and fury. "I won't do it!"
Doom's metallic laughter echoed through the laboratory. "Oh, but you will, slowly."
Victor returned to the console, pressing a series of buttons. The laboratory fell silent, except for the hum of the machines, Diana's breaths heavy with rage, her mind already plotting escape.
"My allies will discover that I've disappeared!" She shouted, her tone a mix of fury and certainty, the words bouncing off the white walls like a warrior's battle cry. "They'll locate you, they'll find me and we'll stop you. The Justice League doesn't abandon its own, you won't get away with it!
Doom still standing at the console with his back and green cape toward her, finishing pressing a set of buttons on his console. Diana hears a sound coming from the ceiling, she looks again in that direction and from a square hole a new metal invention appears, falling halfway down held by the ceiling through an inverted bracket, near her. She sees better that the object that fell was a round white object with two black metallic claws, floating in the air. She saw that it had a red eye in the middle of its circular body. "What is that for" she thought.
On the other hand, Victor von Doom turned slowly, his metallic mask catching the harsh light of the laboratory, his eye openings glowing faintly with cold amusement.
"That will never happen." He responded with a resonant growling voice, with absolute confidence. "You saw it in the transmission. Your League is blind, Amazon. They chase shadows while the real threat stands before you".
Diana's brow furrowed, her muscles tensed as she pulled harder at the cuffs, the energy fields humming in protest but holding firm.
"How have you done it? Tell me the truth about the clone you created" She demanded, her voice rising, a note of desperation creeping in despite her determination.
Doom returned to her again, his cape whispering against the floor, his presence looming like a storm cloud, pushing aside the hanging robot that he invoked from the wall.
"I'll only tell you that my knowledge in science, technology and magic. Grants me such a gift. No one will realize it's you, neither your telepathic nor magical allies like the green Martian nor that theater cheerleader will." Intoned the sovereign of Latveria with a voice dripping with satisfaction. "My knowledge goes beyond your understanding. Your duplicate walks among them, speaks with your voice, fights with your grace. Nothing special for Doom, simply a trifle of my genius. Your absence is invisible."
Diana's shock twisted into raw anger, her face flushed as she renewed her struggles, the cuffs digging into her wrists.
"You bastard!" She cried, her voice reverberating through the laboratory, raw and primal. "How dare you! They'll see through it, they know me! Release me, or by the gods, you'll regret this!
Doom considered her impassively, his mask betraying no emotion, though beneath it, a faint smile played on his lips. "Scream all you want, Diana." He said with an almost indulgent tone, like a master appreciating a symphony. "Your fury is music to Doom, a prelude to your submission".
"Damned bastard!" She spat, her body arching against the wall, her thighs tensing as she tried to leverage any restraint. The laboratory's hum seemed to mock her. It was a deeper violation than the physical bonds, a theft of her own identity.
Doom's laughter echoed metallically, low and sinister while inside him, Ratri got excited for what was to come. Victor von Doom returned to the console, moving away from her again and with his metallic glove, pressing another button on his apparatus. The wall behind Diana came to life, mechanisms connected to the console's network as it pivoted horizontally with smooth precision. What had been a vertical restraint had transformed into an improvised bed, the surface still felt cold and unyielding, her body now supine, her arms and legs still chained in the spread-eagle position. The change disoriented her further, gravity pulling at her as she stared at her kidnapper. The wall turned into a bed aligned with the circular robot hanging from the ceiling.
"Now." Said Doom, his imposing form casting a shadow. "You will obey. Your will shall bend before Doom."
She understood, that robot above her, he wants to brainwash her. Diana's screams intensified, raw and furious, as she thrashed in the new configuration.
"Let me go!" She tried to kick, her powerful legs straining against the cuffs, the energy fields crackling in resistance, but the bonds held, limiting her movement to useless jerks. "I will never follow your orders with your brainwashing or a spell of yours… You know I won't fall for those old tricks. I'll get out of this, my mind is strong. You won't break me!"
She remembered the various moments where her mind was broken in various ways like Circe's magic, Dr. Psycho's telepathy or The Sovereign's words. She always came out of such situations because she was the powerful Wonder Woman.
"Who said I'm going to manipulate you mentally, I'm aware of your anecdotes with it and with magic, Miss Prince. Doom clarified that he won't abuse you mentally or physically." Victor von Doom from his position pressed a button on his console. Diana's ears were attentive, the sound of the robot above her, functioning in its own systems. She on her back, notices that the two arms of the robot stretch further, placing the metallic palms a centimeter from her belly.
"By Hera! What are you going to do to me!." Diana spoke.
"I will only impulse you." Intoned Doom, his voice dropping to a grave whisper. His eyes turned pink, behind his mask. His gaze turns to her body.
She understood it, he wanted to use that robot to rape her, leaving his invention to do his work. Clever was her captor. He will use the robot's touches to violate her.
"Stop this! Damn it! " Diana cursed, her head turning from side to side in a desperate attempt to shake off the pair of robot hands, her curses mixed with grunts of effort.
"You won't be able to stop it, Amazon. Doom has defeated you" Said the Latverian villain, the pink glow of his eyes disappeared, approaching her again placing himself near Diana's legs while the robot began to use its hands to take effect on her body.
"Damned! I'm going to kill you." Diana shouted with too much fury.
"Shhh…..Calm down, Miss Prince. You'll feel better at Doom's touch."
"I'm going to….. " She paused and began to feel a touch from one of the robot's arms on her long left leg, under her blue skirt, rubbing gently, nothing rough.
She began to gasp in annoyance and resisted the touches of her kidnapper's robot. The robot's palm began to rub the tough skin of her left leg, going up and down her entire limb, beginning to feel the texture of the red boot.
The robot continued doing it in a loop for several seconds until it stopped for a moment at her upper thigh to squeeze it gently, the flesh squeezing under the invention's touch.
Diana panted, closing her eyes. She felt strange again, she began to smell the environment transforming into an aroma, a combination of strawberry, orange, and jasmine. It smelled good. She resisted, she couldn't fall for it. Her mind said not to smell that but she couldn't deny it, it felt good. The touches. The touches began to feel good, somewhat relaxed but still she felt tranquility and peace.
"Your mind resists but your essence recognizes it. Soon your consciousness will feel better. Now you are part of me, bound to Doom's will." The villain tilted his head slightly, looking at Diana with a sinister smile, behind him his arms rested on his back, his mask betraying no emotion, though his voice carried a resonant and commanding note through the metal filter.
Diana's eyes remained closed, ignoring her captor's words, trying not to pay attention to the robot's touches. It was impossible.
"No.. No.. No… Hera! Don't let him manipulate and touch me." She cursed herself mentally.
"Latveria needs you, Wonder Woman. My people need divine power to trust." von Doom murmured.
"I won't let myself be defeated by you! Get away from me!" Wonder Woman pleaded even with her eyes closed, moaning a little.
"My next son, being the living image of his father, the von Doom lineage and blessed by the divine powers of his mother, will save Latveria from its future fall."
"Stop!" She moaned again, letting that out. The squeezes from the robot's palm on her left thigh intensified. The other palm of the robot placed itself on Diana's other leg, doing the same rubbing process. She moans and her body begins to shake with excitement, she begins to sweat. Her body entering a new level. Her face began to turn red.
Then, Diana feels one of the robot's arms lift her skirt, touching her red panties, the robot's palm begins to make circles on top of the fabric. She begins to get more aroused. Doom just watched the spectacle without showing feelings, except for Ratri who only enjoyed what he was seeing, making sexual echoes inside von Doom. The other arm of the robot still continued rubbing her right thigh, enjoying the flesh of the leg. It continued groping more skin.
The robot's arm that was on her panties slipped inside the garment, beginning to rub Diana's intimate part. She moans louder, her body reacts with satisfaction. Diana thought about the touches, they were more arousing than those of her former partners, Steve Trevor and Bruce Wayne. She wanted to deny it but it was strange that a robot was arousing her with its touches. She couldn't pinpoint it. It had been a long time since she felt this sensation of being touched by someone.
"I don't want… I don't want this!....I want… I want" Diana begins to murmur, still with her eyes closed.
"What do you want, tell me Diana. Tell me what you want!" Doom spoke with authority.
"I want... I want..." Diana panted. The robot's arm in her vagina intensified the caress more.
Doom waited for her response. The two arms of the robot increased the intensity more, triple. Diana continued panting, she couldn't avoid it because her arms were still cuffed to the horizontal wall, beneath her.
"I want… I want…. Your touch" She moaned loudly, saying the last part forcefully. Her consciousness was reaching von Doom's territory.
"Repeat it" Doom spoke forcefully.
"Your touch… I want your touch.. my lord…" She said with fury.
"Doom…. Call me Lord Doom"
"Yes!.... Yes!..... Lord Doom…. I feel good with your tricks on me." She opened her eyes, looking into his sinister eyes. She felt the change, felt warmth in the touches and no annoyance around her captor. She doesn't know what he did to her but she felt good sexually. She wondered what trick he used on her. But she hated calling him Lord Doom. Then, she deduced that her captor was named or surnamed Doom while she continued being groped by the robot's arms, in her vagina and legs.
"Doom told you to trust."
"Yes, my lord." She responded, still feeling annoyance at calling her captor by that. But the sexual pleasure he activated outweighed it. Why does it feel good?
"You won't turn against me." Doom said as if it were an immutable law of the universe. "Your loyalty is sealed, Diana".
"Wonder Woman belongs to no one." She growled but even as the words left her lips, doubt flickered in her mind, whispering the opposite while the robot's hands continued their work making her moan more.
"Diana Prince belongs to von Doom" The villain spoke firmly.
Diana was about to speak even squinting her eyes, due to the robot's touches.
"Diana Prince and Wonder Woman hold a bridge, if one falls, the other follows collapsing, meaning Wonder Woman is also Doom's" The sovereign of Latveria continued.
She saw that he had his point, she can't do anything against him. She didn't want to say out loud that he defeated her but her sexual desires were present. She couldn't deny it. Diana felt the robot's right arm go straight from her thigh to her right breast, beginning to squeeze it, on top of her red armor and yellow eagle. She moans with fury, beginning to like it. Normally her Amazonian instinct told her she should run and stop Doom, destroy the robot and cut off her captor's arms but his trick worked on her. Her breast and vagina being rubbed roughly now, she felt her vaginal fluids coming out from the excitement.
"Oh Hera!" She murmured with excitement. "Continue... Lord Doom"
She felt her vaginal fluids come out, thanks to the robot's arm, she felt soaked. Her red thong wet.
"Good, it's time" Doom spoke.
She heard him and saw that the robot stopped groping her, she wanted it to continue but was snapped out of her thoughts when her captor went to the console to press a button, she saw the robot return to its place of origin, inside the ceiling. She turned her head to her captor, Lord Doom. He approached her again, now being very close to her, at the side of her body. His metallic body bumped against her waist as she lay. She felt his heat that was arousing her more.
Doom saw her thong, wet. He saw her eyes of lust, asking him for explanations why he stopped the robot. However, he placed his metallic hand on her left thigh, with his fingers brushing her skin. The touch was deliberate, the cold metal sliding over her smooth and toned skin, tracing the curve of her muscle with a gentleness that belied his armored form. He rubbed it slowly, methodically, with his thumb circling in small and insistent patterns, exploring the firmness of her leg as if appeasing a prized artifact. Diana understood, now she was going to feel her captor's true touch, called Lord Doom or Master Doom. She moaned in response. Normally she would call him pervert or bastard as she did before but this time, it was the exception.
She thought, the sensation was better than the robot's.. The metal of his hand was cold at first, but as it rubbed, a warmth spread, tingling her thigh, making her skin redden. Doom's hand paused, then shifted to her right thigh, mirroring the movement. He rubbed both now, his gauntlets sliding up and down her exposed legs with deliberate care, the friction building a heat that made her cheeks flush a deep red, her breathing quickening despite herself. "Doom approves of your legs." He murmured, his voice low and appreciative, as if commenting on a fine sculpture. "Strong, divine, and fitting for the mother of my heir".
"Thank you, Master. I never expected a compliment from you". Diana's response slipped out before she could stop it, soft and obedient. Her thighs tensed under his touch, not in resistance, but in involuntary response, the heat pooling in her core, making her deepen.
"Doom does not compliment, he only speaks the truth." Doom's hands shifted upward, rubbing her thighs with both metallic gauntlets at the same time, with fingers inching higher, closer to her hips, the movement rhythmic and insistent.
Diana's breaths grew shorter, her body betraying her once more with a flush that spread across her chest, her white bracers gleaming as she strained uselessly against the cuffs. Finally, his hands rested on her belly, brushing her blue skirt stretched upward, palms flat against the red material of her armor, fingers splaying possessively over her abdomen. "Our heir will thrive here", he said, his voice a solemn promise, laced with dark anticipation. "Strong and eternal, like his parents".
Diana's mind cleared, she had forgotten the main reason for being here. Lord Doom wanted to rape her, but he said he hated such actions, but what he was doing now was the same but to a lesser degree, she wanted to kick his ass but it felt good. She adored and hated him at the same time. She would have to wait to see if he kept his word, not to rape her, he only clarified that he would push her to it, convincing her.
Doom leaned closer, his masked face inches from hers, the emerald glow of his eyes piercing.
"Your beauty is unique and different from the others, Diana Prince." He whispered, his breath filtering through the mask, hot against her skin. She nodded involuntarily, her lips parted in silence, even as her inner voice screamed denial. She felt how close he was, she wanted him to kiss her, at least to forget that he kidnapped her. She hoped not to fall in love with him. She questioned if she was also affected by Stockholm syndrome. She was being paranoid. Then, she leaned a bit toward his mask, looking again at those brown eyes, still demonic. His heat aroused her more.
However, Doom pulled his face away from her. She felt some disappointment from him. But the trick he used on her made her want him to continue touching and arousing her more. She feels the metal hand resting on her belly, with fingers splayed possessively over the red armor. The heat of her skin seeped through, a contrast to the cold steel of his touch, and he allowed the contact to linger, drawing out the intimacy as if it were a ritual of conquest. Diana's body, restrained on the horizontal wall in bed form, tensed beneath him, her breaths in shallow, conflicted pants.
For a moment, she took stock of what she was doing. She murmured against her lips, her voice a soft plea laced with defiance.
"Please... release me." She whispered, the words escaping in a breathed exhalation, her eyes half-lidded but with residual anger. The plea was automatic, a flicker of her true self, her Amazonian spirit refusing to yield completely.
"Do you dare defy Doom's will?" Victor growled, withdrawing abruptly, his mask's eye slits narrowing in irritation. He straightened, his cape swirling with the motion and his right gauntlet clenching at his side, the metal creaking under the pressure.
"No." She responded automatically, feeling ashamed for what she had said earlier.
"You will not leave Doom's side. You will stay with him forever" He said in his commanding tone, still keeping his hand on her belly. "You will conceive our future heir, you will be the savior of Latveria. Do you agree?"
"What is Latveria? And what is your real name? Lord Doom". She asked curiously, despite the restraints, her blue eyes locking onto his glowing slits, seeking answers amid the violation.
Doom paused, his hand still on her abdomen, his fingers tracing idle circles over the Amazonian armor. He was not in the mood for revelations; vulnerability was a weakness he guarded fiercely. He responded curtly, his tone laced with impatience. "I am not inclined to indulge your curiosity now."
Diana's mind clung to the implication, a shiver running through her despite the warmth of his touch. Doom's free hand ventured upward, sliding from her belly to her breasts, resting just above the golden eagle emblem on her red bodice. The metal of his gauntlet was cool at first, but as he began to fondle slowly, his fingers tracing the curve of her left breast, cupping her gently without aggression.
In his mind, Doom reflected on the art of this moment, his thoughts a calculated symphony amid the intimacy, setting Ratri aside. He knew sex and intimate eroticism intimately, not as mere indulgence, but as a bridge to deeper connection, a tool honed through experience. He recalled his times at New York State University, the frustration of his early experiments, the scars from his accident still fresh. One night, off-campus, under a moonlit tree, he had kissed an unknown girl, a fleeting encounter fueled by youthful curiosity. His hands had wandered, touching her tentatively, but memories of his mother's tragic death and the rage of his orphaned childhood had surged, twisting the moment into anger. He had hurt her unintentionally, a grip too tight, a word too sharp, and she had fled in fear, never to be seen again. Regret lingered, a lesson in control.
During the time of hiding from the United States government after his failed experiment, by chance he had reunited with Valeria Karela, his childhood love from the Romani camps. Her eyes, still bright with the innocence they once shared, had drawn him in. That was his first true intimacy with his damaged face, sex under the stars, her body yielding to his in a mix of passion and nostalgia, a release from his burdens. From there, his encounters with Morgan le Fay, the seductive sorceress whose arcane charm matched his, and the Enchantress, Amora, with her Asgardian wiles, had taught him the nuances. Lastly, Wanda Maximoff, their sexual encounters within the castle, uninterrupted until her children returned. Sex was not just conquest; it was a path to love, or at least alliance, building emotion as foundation. With Diana, he would proceed slowly, leading her to arousal, so she accepted the union willingly.
"Little by little, emotion will claim you." He murmured, his voice a velvet command. "Doom is the harbinger of that ecstasy, the goal you will crave".
His hand on her left breast continued its exploration, groping with measured restraint, fingers tracing the contour of her breast, thumb brushing the golden eagle emblem as if claiming it. The touch was slow, deliberate, avoiding extremes, building tension like a master conducting a crescendo.
Diana's mind highlighted Doom's touches, they felt even sweeter, softer than she remembered from her past lovers. Steve Trevor had been earnest but rough. Bruce Wayne intense but guarded. Doom's was different, insistent but skillful, drawing her in despite herself. His hand on her breast sent tingles through her, the groping gentle but possessive, her body responding with a flush that made her moan softly against her lips.
Doom withdrew slightly, his mask intensifying. "If you want to know more about Doom and Latveria, be obedient. Be a good girl, and revelations will come".
Doom's maddening hands remained on Diana's breasts, his metallic fingers kneading the soft, yielding flesh through the red armor of her bodice with a deliberate rhythm that sent cascading shivers through her body. The cold alloy of his gloves contrasted sharply with the heat pooling beneath her skin, each squeeze and caress weaving through her nerves like threads of fire. He fondled her slowly, thumbs circling the peaks of her nipples, hidden behind her armor but hardening under his touch, drawing soft gasps from her lips.
"Oh Hera.." She panted with fury that aroused her.
After several lingering moments, Doom released her breasts, his hands pulling away with a reluctance that spoke of his own restrained desire. He stepped back slightly, his mask's eye slits glowing as he admired her form, the golden eagle emblem rising and falling with her quickened breaths.
"We are on the right path". He said, his tone with a dark satisfaction, his gauntlets still wandering her body. He shifted his touch, his hands moving to her shoulders, rubbing them with firm, circular motions that eased the tension there, his fingers digging into the muscles with just enough pressure to elicit another soft moan from her. Then, slowly, they trailed downward, tracing her collarbone, the exposed skin above her bodice tingling beneath the cold metal, each stroke sending sparks of sensation radiating outward. Diana's body was alive with sensitivity, every inch of her skin hyperaware.
Doom continued his assault, his hands returning to her breasts. He played with her, squeezing and caressing, thumbs flicking her nipples through the armor, drawing moan after moan from her throat, soft at first, then louder, echoing in the laboratory like a symphony of surrender. Doom smiled sinisterly under his mask, the sound of her pleasure fueling his resolve, his own arousal stirring as he guided her toward the precipice.
Doom continued like this with her for the next seconds until he stopped abruptly, his hands releasing her breasts. He took a step back, his glowing eyes fixed on her for several seconds, assessing, a subtle disappointment flickering in their depths, perhaps at her initial resistance, or the speed of her fall. Diana lay there, her chest heaving, her skin flushed and sensitive, the stain on her skirt a humiliating testament to her arousal from Doom and his robot. She blinked in shock, her eyes wide as she looked at him.
"Why... why did you stop?" She asked, her voice hoarse, laced with confusion and a desperate edge she couldn't suppress.
Doom remained silent for a moment, his mask impassive, letting the tension build.
"Why did you stop groping me?" Diana pressed, her words tumbling out in a rush, desperate now. "It felt good...Lord, I need your touches."
"How you have fallen so quickly." Doom's sinister smile returned, audible in his voice. "But Doom is satisfied".
With a swift motion, he pulled aside the lower edge of his green tunic, exposing his cock. Diana's eyes widened in surprise: it was human, flesh and blood, not the metallic fusion she might have expected from his scarred face. It was large, thick and veined, standing erect with a commanding presence that made her breath hitch. "Aphrodite..." She murmured willingly.
Doom brought it close to her face, guiding his cock toward her lips. "Take it." He commanded. While Ratri inside him moaned in pleasure, self-satisfying with the scene.
Diana hesitated for several seconds, her lips parting as she stared at its size. Doom stepped closer, his tone sharpening with anger. "Suck it". He repeated, his free hand gripping her hair lightly to guide her.
She nodded, her resistance crumbling under the weight of the enchantment. "Yes, my lord."
She tilted her face forward as much as her restraints allowed. Her lips brushed the tip, soft and tentative at first, his heat surprising against her mouth. She remembered sucking Steve Trevor and Bruce Wayne's cocks, more serious but smaller, less imposing. This was different, overwhelming. Diana rocked her head forward, taking him deeper, her lips sliding along his length, her tongue exploring tentatively. The taste was musky and intoxicating. She moaned around him, the vibrations drawing a low grunt from Doom. Pleasure shot through, the act felt good despite her buried curses, her movements becoming more rhythmic as the emotion claimed her fully.
Doom smiled maliciously beneath his mask, his hand in her hair guiding her pace as he watched her, his own arousal building to a crescendo. The heat of her mouth enveloped him, her moans vibrating along his shaft, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. Despite his illness gnawing at his vitality, a dull ache in his core that flared with each thrust of his hips, he felt the climax approaching, a wave of release coiling in both their loins.
"Does it taste good?" He asked her, his voice a rumbling growl through the mask, his free hand tightening in her hair as he guided her deeper.
Diana paused for several seconds, her lips still wrapped around him, her tongue swirling lazily around the tip as she processed the question. She pulled back just enough to speak, her voice breathy and laced with unwilling delight. "Your cock tastes good, Lord Doom... it's rich, so delicious". The words tumbled out, sweet and sincere.
She dove back in, sucking him sweetly now, her movements tender, almost affectionate, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, her moans muffled around his length.
Doom nodded, a low chuckle escaping him as he stroked her hair, his fingers petting the silky strands with a gentleness that contrasted his armored form. He murmured. "Good girl."
The climax beckoned him. His hand tightened in her hair, pressing her head harder against him, forcing her to take him fully, her nose brushing the base of his tunic. Diana moaned deeply, the vibration sending him over the edge, her throat working around him as she struggled to accommodate. With a guttural grunt, Doom thrust forward one last time, his body tensing as he released, waves of semen flooding her mouth in hot, thick spurts. She swallowed instinctively, feeling euphoric but he pulled out midway, the rest erupting on her face: ropes of cum splattering her cheeks, her lips and hair, even dripping onto the eagle emblem of her armor. Diana's eyes fluttered closed in a haze of bliss, the warmth coating her skin like a forbidden elixir, her body shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure. Semen clung to her lashes, streaked her raven hair, and pooled on her chin, a depraved mask that made her look divine and utterly claimed. In that moment, under Doom's bondage, it felt like bliss, waves of ecstasy crashing over her, drowning her resistance in a sea of sensations.
Doom stepped back slightly, his breathing heavy through the mask as he watched her, his cock still twitching in aftermath. "Did you like that?" He asked her, his voice a mix of command and curiosity, his glowing eyes fixed on her cum-streaked face.
Diana hesitated, her lips parting, the taste lingering on her tongue: salty, thick, but strangely satisfying under the charm. "Yes." She whispered at first, her voice soft, almost dazed.
Doom's tone sharpened, his mask tilting with a hint of anger. "Yes, what?"
Diana's eyes flew open. "Yes, sir... yes, I loved it." She said, her voice gaining strength, laced with unwilling enthusiasm. She had fallen before him.
Satisfied, he straightened, tucking his cock back beneath the lower folds of his green tunic, the fabric falling into place to conceal it once more. He adjusted his cape with a flourish, his posture reclaiming its imperial bearing.
As Doom stepped away slightly, Diana's eyes were fixed on him with a mix of raw desire and deep disappointment. She licked her lips unconsciously, her body craving more, his dirty trick having amplified her arousal into a aching need. She wanted to keep sucking him, to feel that fullness again, the heat of his release.
"Lord." She said, her voice hoarse and desperate. "Can we... continue with what we were doing? Please?"
Doom paused and stretched out his metal hand, cupping her cheek.
"That's enough for today." He responded, his voice firm but tinged with promise. "I have matters to attend to. I will return soon".
"I understand, Lord Doom... but I want your caresses, and more of your semen on my face. Please."
"Be patient, Diana" He murmured with a sinister smile under his mask. The touch sent fresh sparks through her sensitive skin. Then, Doom straightened, his cape swirling as he turned toward the stairs.
As he left, the laboratory lights dimmed automatically, plunging the room into near darkness as she heard Doom's footsteps ascending, the reinforced metal door closing with a resonant thud, sealing her in solitude. Diana lay there, still bound to the bed-like restraint, her body humming with unfulfilled arousal, dried semen on her face and chest. She sighed deeply, a sound of profound disappointment escaping her lips, her mind a whirlwind of conflict, resistance flickering like a dying flame. The laboratory fell silent, except for her ragged breaths, leaving her to grapple with the twisted desires now etched into her soul.
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Zora Vukovic moved through one of the long hallways of Doom Castle, heading toward her master Victor von Doom's personal space. She had had a long day inside the Latverian embassy in New York; she had taken her master's private plane at the Doomsport for her round trip. She had to inform him about Latveria's diplomatic matters—nothing out of the ordinary, it was her daily routine. Additionally, she needed to talk to him urgently. Zora now glided in her golden and green armor with her inverted U-shaped helmet toward her destination, her cosmic staff in her left hand.
As she advanced, she passed through the castle's main dining room. As she crossed, she saw the painting of her master von Doom in his armor and green tunic. Below the painting, specifically in the middle of the long rectangular table, sat none other than Victor von Doom himself, seated with his hooded green tunic and armor. His eyes, behind his mask, noticed her presence as she entered the place, while he sipped from a wine glass resting in his right hand.
"Victorious. Was there any news at the embassy?" Doom spoke with a firm voice, while setting down the wine glass and resting his metallic arms on the table.
Zora saw that her master was sitting alone; she also noticed there was a large roasted turkey in the middle with several empty plates forming a tower and a pile of empty glasses. Additionally, two candles illuminated the table. She heard the footsteps of two Servo-Guards, one bringing a platter of white rice and the other carrying a platter of salad. The metallic duo left it on the table and departed for more things. There was no presence of Larin or Kristoff. She had calculated it was 11 at night. They must have already dined; Victor always liked to dine at exactly 8, it was strange that her master was preparing dinner at 11. She thought he was rewarding her for her good performance in her role as champion.
"Zora, is something wrong?" Doom asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Lord Doom, why are you dining at this hour?" Zora spoke. "It doesn't fit you."
"I have a guest." The sovereign of Latveria said dryly.
Zora paused; a guest. She already knew her master's ways. That means...
"A prisoner?"
He simply nods, gesturing with his wine glass as he lifts it from the table.
"Has the prisoner tried to sneak into the castle? Or are you punishing her for insulting you or committing a crime?" Zora asked. She thought of a common thief who disobeyed Latveria's laws.
"None of that. Changing the subject, Zora, I appreciate that you appeared precisely now." Victor von Doom said with his authoritative voice.
"How can I help, sir?" The red-haired woman in her yellow armor said; she knew what he meant.
"Do me a favor."
"I'm all ears."
"Take this." Doom, with a snap of his fingers, summoned a Servo-Guard. Who appeared carrying in its metallic hands a simple green dress with shiny sequins around it, folded in two. Brand new.
Zora was in shock; it was a somewhat pretty dress. She thought her master was gifting her something for her work in recent months at the embassy. Well, Victor always did that with her, Kristoff, Larin, Petra, and Valeria Richards before. But this year, Victor seemed to have forgotten.
"Zora, don't think otherwise of me. It's not for you. It's for the prisoner."
"So it's a woman? Lord Doom? Why are you rewarding someone who doesn't follow your rules and those of Latveria?" Zora spoke with curiosity.
"She's not Latverian; she's a foreigner. That's all I can tell you. No more questions, Victorious." Victor spoke.
"Alright. Is the prisoner below, in the dungeons?" She said while taking the dress in her hands, without wrinkling the garment.
"No. She's on the first floor of the laboratory; just release her and tell her to put on that dress."
Zora was about to speak, but Doom interrupted.
"Don't talk to her. Just bring her here. Make sure she doesn't escape."
"With pleasure, Victor." She said, withdrawing from the dining room to head to the laboratory, one hand holding the green dress and the other her cosmic staff.
Doom only watched her leave, thinking more about Diana Prince.
"It's time to talk, Wonder Woman." He whispered while the Servo-Guards brought more things to the table, for his dinner with her.