Wonder Woman bit her lip as she felt the thick, long, fleshy cock slowly tear through her skin and into her body. Pale with pain and with sweat beading on her forehead, she dared not cry out for fear of angering Darren.
"Hiss... Why are you clenching so tight? Relax!" Darren slapped Wonder Woman's round, white buttocks in dissatisfaction.
"Do you want me to go in deeper?" Wonder Woman shook her head and cried. She knew she couldn't escape this humiliation and could only submit to Darren's will. She took a deep breath, lowered her waist and felt the hot, hard, fleshy dick break through her cervix and wedge itself deep inside her.
"My goddess, you're so hot and tight inside, it's almost breaking me." Darren sighed with pleasure, kneading Wonder Woman's firm breasts. Wonder Woman bit her lip, enduring the tearing pain. She could clearly feel every inch of Darren's cock and the soreness and discomfort at their point of contact.
However, a strange pleasure soon arose — the pleasure of being completely opened and possessed.
"Ah... so deep... I can't take it anymore..." Wonder Woman gasped, her vaginal muscles spasming and tightening uncontrollably and secreting waves of nectar.
"Can't take it already? Looks like I need to train you a bit more." Darren smiled wickedly, gripping Wonder Woman's slender waist and thrusting upwards forcefully.
"Ah! No, not there!" Wonder Woman cried out; Darren's attack was too fierce, hitting her tender core directly.
"Here? Does it feel good? Tell me the truth, you slut!" Darren cursed as he thrust in hard.
"This is your true calling, isn't it?" Darren sneered, looking at Wonder Woman's pained and contorted expression.
"It's to become my toy, my sex slave, forever subservient to men's desires."
"No... this is not what I want..." Wonder Woman sobbed, shaking her head. Her voice was hoarse and barely audible.
"It's your immoral thinking that's lying, not you."
Darren teasingly brushed his fingers across Wonder Woman's flat stomach, where a dull ache throbbed from the violation she had endured.
"Your body is already used to this; look how eagerly it responds."
With that, he deliberately thrust his hips, letting her spasming passage envelop him tightly. Wonder Woman groaned uncontrollably. Reason told her it was wrong, but her body chased after pleasure involuntarily, as if to prove Darren's words. She lay limply on top of him, rising and falling with his rhythm. Her lower abdomen still throbbed and her passage burned hot from the friction; each thrust brought a tearing pain. Yet even so, her body instinctively craved more, greedily devouring Darren's enormous penis as if trying to merge it with her flesh and blood.
"Move faster, move yourself!" Darren impatiently slapped Wonder Woman's ample buttocks.
"Don't keep me waiting too long, or you know what the consequences will be!"
Wonder Woman choked back a sob. She knew Darren was right; she had to please this devil, even if it cost her everything. So she gritted her teeth, placed her hands on his chest and began swaying her hips mechanically, letting his massive member thrust in and out of her.
"Yes, that's it. You women are truly born for this." Darren sighed with pleasure as he admired Wonder Woman's face, flushed with shame and pain. He thrust his hips deliberately, matching her rhythm and penetrating deeper with each stroke, forcing uncontrollable moans from Wonder Woman.
She was on the verge of collapse, her body limp, supported only by a sliver of willpower to perform the mechanical movements. Darren's cock pounded relentlessly inside her, grinding heavily against her delicate inner walls with each thrust.
"Ugh... Slower... I can't take it anymore..." Wonder Woman groaned, tears streaming down her face, pleading for him to slow down.
"Shut up and keep moving!" Darren slapped her white buttocks mercilessly.
"Ah!"
Wonder Woman cried out in pain, her fragile body jerking back as she almost fell.
"Useless thing. Looks like I was too lenient with you." Darren sneered, grabbing her long hair and pulling it back.
"Ugh!"
The sharp pain made Wonder Woman scream as her neck was forced back at an exaggerated angle, exposing her vulnerable neck muscles. "Remember this: you are my plaything now; you must be at my beck and call!"
Darren whispered maliciously in her ear. Wonder Woman knelt on the ground, her body trembling slightly and tears streaming down her beautiful face. She had once been the Statue of Liberty: a symbol of the new era, representing justice and glory. But now she had been reduced to this tyrant's plaything and sex slave.
"What's wrong? Are you unwilling?" Darren asked mockingly.
"You clearly enjoy this process, don't you?" Wonder Woman bit her lip, unwilling to answer. Yes, her body experienced pleasure, but that didn't mean her soul was satisfied. She was a warrior and a hero, not a tool for men's pleasure.
"Speak!"
Darren impatiently slapped her across the face.