It had been just over two months since Wonder Woman had been captured. She had been investigating a new up and coming crime kingpin, Lester Sneed, and had woefully misjudged his power, influence, and skill. He had set up a trap perfectly for her, and when she sprung it, she ended up imprisoned in a dark cell at an unknown location less than an hour later.
Diana had gotten used to the routine of being captive. Once a day, four henchmen would visit her. Three of them held her still while the other injected her with a green liquid. She was positive that it was a serum that eliminated her incredible Amazonian strength, because even though on a regular day she would have no trouble dispatching four goons, in her current state, she was helplessly outmatched by them.
The only other activity her captors had for her was a daily hour and a half “interrogation” session. They would march her out of her prison and into a brightly lit room filled with all sorts of painful instruments. She would then be forced to endure their insidious torture; which her captors insisted would stop if she would swear allegiance to Lester and agree to be his top lieutenant.
Of course, Wonder Woman refused. She could handle the pain due to her unbreakable mental toughness and was also certain that they had no intention of killing her. Criminals always make mistakes. I’ve been in tight spots before and wriggled out of them. This time will be no different. I just have to be patient.
Over the last few days however, it seemed as though Lester had changed his strategy. He stopped having her interrogated and instead began to cease giving her food or water. She wasn’t sure what his play was, she’d need sustenance eventually if she was going to stay alive.
Masked henchman approached her cell and began spraying a foul smelling gas in her direction. She was confused as to what their plan was as she slipped into unconsciousness. When she came to, the men were gone. Scanning her cell, she noticed that a pink rod had been installed in one of the walls. Above it, words had been crudely carved out into the cement wall, GOOD GIRLS DRINK UP.
Wonder Woman was perplexed by this and moved closer to the rod to examine it. She was disgusted to discover that it was actually a thick rubber dildo. Tentatively, she reached out to touch it, and as soon as she did, a sticky pink liquid oozed out of the tip and onto her finger. Lifting her hand to her mouth, she tasted the goo. Her nose crinkled at the flavor, it was incredibly saccharine, almost nauseatingly so.
Diana could guess what Lester wanted, for her to debase herself and suck the fluid out of this dildo. Quietly annoyed, she marveled at his stupidity, she could just touch the thing and dispense the drink out onto her hand. Although she was no fan of the flavor, it had been four days since she had last drunk anything. Squeezing the dildo, she extracted more of the sweet pink goo and licked it up until she was satiated.
The long boring days continued, with Wonder Woman sparingly using the dildo to quench her thirst. After her fourth use, she noticed an odd effect of the liquid; it seemed to satisfy her hunger as well as her thirst. She wondered what the goo was composed of and made a mental note to acquire a sample to study when she escaped.
A week later, something frightening happened. When Diana squeezed the rubber for her nighttime snack, nothing came out. She panicked, quickly falling to her knees and examining the hole, wondering if it might be clogged. It seemed to be clear, but nothing she did with her hands would make it dispense what she needed. Heavens! They’ve decided to starve me out! It can’t end like this!
It was less of a thought and more of a survival reaction that she stuck out her tongue and licked the dildo. Instantly, the heavy sweet goo graced her tongue. She licked again, craving more. The dildo kept delivering, but it wasn’t enough. Wonder Woman began to wrap her lips around the rubber, but stopped herself, frowning. No! This is exactly what Sneed wants. I’m not going to give him the pleasure. She looked up at the words carved into the wall; doubt crept into her mind. I’m so thirsty though, I need to drink.Just a little bit, nothing too grotesque. Her mouth enveloped the head of the dildo and she sucked the pink elixir into her mouth and down her throat. After long minutes, Dianna lay down on the cold floor, content and at peace for the first time in days. She fell asleep, making a silent promise to herself to develop a plan for escape in the morning.
The next day Wonder Woman decided that if she was ever going to escape, she would need her strength back. Sucking down the pink liquid made her feel good and strong, so her first order of business was to drink as much as she could. She spent the first hour and a half of her day slurping on the dildo before falling into a peaceful sleep full of pink fluffy dreams. I need to rest, she thought as her eyelids closed, rest will give me the strength I need to get out of here.
Wonder Woman kept drinking from the dildo each day. She was determined to escape, but the goo never quite returned her to full strength. It was lucky for her that it tasted so good, she felt like she could guzzle gallons of the stuff at any time. After a week passed, the dildo stopped dispensing the liquid for two days. Diana turned into a mess, nearly going insane with terror. Were they starving her out? Would the sweet flavor ever slide down her throat again?
On the third day, she figured out that the dildo was actually working, but it would only spray out her treat if she took the rubber completely down her throat. It was difficult at first, Diana covered herself with her own drool and spit as she gagged, but eventually, she trained herself to relax her throat muscles. Her prize flowed freely and she was overjoyed, relieved to be able to drink again.
Another week passed, and Wonder Woman watched from her hands and knees as three men entered her cell. At first, she was afraid that they were going to take her away from her nourishment. Once the men explained that they were only there to fix her dildo however, her fear dissipated and she waited eagerly for the repairs to be made.
When they left, Diana discovered that she now had to press a button to make the machine work properly. The dildo had been fitted with a pneumatic pump that moved it back and forth in a steady motion. It was the only way that she was able to be fed her yummy cocktail, so she hungrily wrapped her lips around the dildo while it mechanically fucked her face. Her eyes were drawn to the writing on the wall above her, GOOD GIRLS DRINK UP. That was pretty much all she focused on lately, being a good girl and swallowing her medicine.
As her brain melted away, replaced little by little with the pink formula, Wonder Woman became less aware of what was happening around her. She didn’t notice when the dildo began shooting a salty white cream into her mouth instead of the sweet pink goo, nor did she realize that soon after, the dildo had been replaced by the rock hard cocks of Lester’s henchmen. All her consciousness could process was that good girls drank up, and she greedily opened her mouth to swallow whatever was put inside, desperate to be a good girl. Cum filled her mouth and covered her face as she begged for more…
Wonder Dolly blankly stared up at Lester Sneed from her knees. As much as he had hoped that she would become his prized lieutenant, he enjoyed seeing her this way perhaps even more; a mindless drooling cockslave whose only reason for existence now was to be a cum receptacle for him and his men.
“Wonder Slut, I don’t know if you deserve my cock today,” he smiled at her cruelly, “I’m not sure if you’ve been a good girl lately.”
She whimpered and let a garble of unintelligible sounds spill from her lips. Speaking had become all but impossible for her now, her mouth was only good for one thing anymore. Lester contemplated if perhaps he had dumbed her down a little too much.
Nah, he thought as he grinned, I think she’s the best possible version of herself now.
“Ok you silly little bimbo, I’ll be nice to you I guess. Come on, drink up your dinner.”
The former paragon’s wet mouth slid over Lester’s cock, her tongue deftly swirling around the shaft. He groaned as he sat back in his lounge chair, wrapping the fingers of one hand through his slave’s hair as her head bobbed up and down. Her eyes were vacant as she slurped, the only thing left in her empty head would be burned there forever as a result of hours and hours of training.
Good girls drink up.
mollypops23 has quickly become one of my favorite writers on this site. This story’s a good example of why. Great, hot stuff.
