At the thought of her dear Mother and the Amazons on Themyscira, Di slinked over to a shelf that had a few Amazonian artifacts resting on it. They had been given to her as gifts when she first left to start her life as Wonder Woman in man's world. She strolled over to the shelf with a sway in her step, and casually ran her perfectly-manicured hand over the smooth oak surface. Di's plump, glistening lips curled in a pleased smile, and with a flick of her hand, she knocked what would be a priceless, centuries-old Amazon statue onto the floor and saw it shatter into a thousand tiny pieces.
Upon hearing the crash, Dee Dee minced her way into the room that Di was cleaning out. She looked at her tall lover standing over the broken statue, a completely uncaring look on the former Wonder Woman's heavily made-up face. Dee Dee's gaze shifted from Di to the floor and back, before she spoke, "Di, what the fuck?" The stylist asked in confusion rather than anger, "That statue could have fetched a pretty penny on the black market."
"It wouldn't be worth it, Dee Dee," Di murmured, sneering down at the rubble at her feet, "Fucking Amazons! Every single one of them, my Mother most all, kept me away from the world that you've opened me up to. This is a world where beauty, wealth, materialism and pleasure thrive. A world that allows women to do what matters most. To embrace the lustful whore living inside all of us!" the New U slut declared proudly, looking to her lover with conviction, "I will make my former 'sisters' see things our way when you decide it's time, lover! Together, I know we can show them the way! We can make them like us and introduce them all to the New U Salon philosophy, just as you are doing with Mera's people," Her wishes declared, Di's voice then took on a more respectful air, "Dee Dee, please, will you help me? Teach me so I can become a stylist just like you. So that when the time comes, those stuck up prudes will know that it was their precious 'Princess Diana' that remade them into your image of what a woman should be in the world? Would you please give me that honor?"
"You really want to become a stylist?" Dee Dee asked, both a little surprised and extremely proud of her pet's request, "To tell you the truth, babe, I actually loved the idea of keeping you as my personal house slut that waits on me hand and foot at home every day. A house slut that fucks her hot pussy and watches porn like the perverse whore you have become while I'm away."
"Hmmm, I could still be that for you on most days, Dee Dee. I promise," The former Wonder Woman purred, wrapping her arms around Dee Dee, her eyes pleading with her maker, "But it would mean so much to me if I could join you at the salon for special occasions like that. For special clients, kind of like what I did with Lois Lane. I want to help you bring my sisters into the modern world and put an end to all that ancient history mantra they keep spewing like it's some kind of noble cause. I wanna help snub it out and make up for all the time I spent spewing it too as that insufferable cunt, Wonder Woman."
"Ancient history?" Dee Dee asked, now playing along more than anything. She loved seeing this side of the former Wonder Woman. The sexy stylist was the one that brought this out of the once noble do-gooder and symbol of female strength and power.
"Yes, ancient history. Let's take this broken statue as an example, lover," Di replied, shifting the broken pieces with the toe of her shoe, "It, like the rest of the ancient history we're clearing out of this dump... It was a symbol of the lies that the Amazons live every single day." Di finished her sentence with a scolding hiss, but began the next with a mocking tone, "That one should find beauty in all things, that sexual desire should be denied, that a woman's place is on the battlefield! Ha! It's such BS, Dee Dee! I refuse to let these lies spread anymore. If for no other reason than to atone for spreading them myself for so long!"
Upon hearing this revelation, Dee Dee couldn't help but pull Di in for a long, deep kiss. The two sluts' huge tits were mashed against one another and their tongues wrestled inside each other's mouths. Finally, Dee Dee broke the kiss and rubbed the once-proud Amazon's face and cooed, "I am so proud of what you are becoming, babe, but from now on, let's maybe avoid breaking anything that's worth a shit ton of money. How does that sound?"
"Yes, Miss Dee Dee!" Di said, biting her bottom lip and gave a girlish curtsy. She played the scolded schoolgirl to perfection and she could see that her amused Mistress and girlfriend ate it up, "Sorry, Ma'am."
"Mmmm, Miss Dee Dee?" Di continued to roleplay, sticking out her bottom lip and pointing her face down at her idle fingers before she looked up to give her lover the cutest puppy dog stare she could muster. Dee Dee raised an amused, perfectly-sculpted eyebrow, indicating she could continue, "Could we maybe take a break from all this silly cleaning, pretty please?" Di eased the side of her one-shoulder mini dress off her shoulder, ending the garment's desperate struggle to conceal her incredibly voluptuous figure, and eased the tight, glossy, metallic silver garment down to her waist. The former feminist icon's larger-than-life tits sprung free, the tender flesh jiggling in the open air and Di couldn't help running her long-nailed hands over the gravity-defying globes before she cooed, "I really wanna make it up to you over all that money I cost you..."
Holding back a pleased laugh at Di's girlish tone and her playful and pleading eyes, Dee Dee reached out her hand and seized one of Di's tits by her super-sensitive, eraser-sized nipples, before then pulling the former heroine closer to her. Di yelped in a sublime combination of pain and pleasure, obediently allowing herself to be manhandled by the shorter woman. Dee Dee's expert hands then began exploring Di's spectacular rack, squeezing and pulling the huge orbs as they bounced softly. She then moved one hand up to the one-time-Wonder Woman's long, thick mane of perfectly coifed blonde hair, "When we get back to our apartment I am going to put your pretty platinum blonde hair up in pigtails, and then I am going to put you over my knee and spank that magnificent, fat ass of yours with a yard stick."
"Oooooh....fuck...." Di sighed, as Dee Dee finished her promise in her pet's ear by giving the lobe a quick lick, followed by a playful nibble. She appreciated the feel of the shiver of pleasure that rippled through Di's tits to her palm, that still lingered at the ex-heroine's chest.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Di?" To be punished as the naughty little slut you are," Dee Dee murmured.
"O...ooooh, y...yes, Miss Dee Dee," Di gasped as Dee Dee's grip on her hair tightened to the point of inflicting just the right amount of pain, "I've been so naughty! I...I need you to guide me back onto the right path! P...please, punish this unworthy slu..."
"Seriously, Di?" Sammi called out from the apartment's bathroom, "This is all you had?"
"Hmmph!" Di huffed, as the other woman's judgmental tone cut right through her and Dee Dee's roleplay. It ruined the moment entirely. Turning away from her lover with a severe scowl on her expertly-sculpted features, Di let her grievance be known as she poked her head out of the bedroom doorway and snapped in the direction of the bathroom, "All I had of what?"
"Makeup," Sammi replied as if Di should have known exactly what she meant, "Seriously, it's all just bulk buy crap from supermarkets! Where's the Dolce & Gabbana, Chanel...the top shelf products? Hell, Maybellene would be a step up from this shit!"
The former Amazon cocked her head to the side and looked completely taken aback. She looked for a brief moment over to Dee Dee for support but the petite stylist just rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. Di then straightened herself and walked toward Sammi on her sky-high, very expensive heels and spoke, "This," the platinum blonde said, motioning to her entire apartment, "All this represents the old me. The boring prude that was held down for so long by those she trusted the most. So how many fucking times do I have to apologize for the way I used to be before Dee Dee saved me, you ginger bitch?"
Caught off guard by the snappy response, Sammi found herself being intimidated by the taller woman standing before her. It seemed it was now her turn to glance over at Dee Dee for guidance on what to do next. The shallow redhead felt herself begin to tremble in fear of the knowledge that Di was indeed the former Wonder Woman and could crush her if she had the slightest inkling. Di's glistening, ruby red lips curled in a cocky grin at the fearful slut. She was proud to have put her in her place, finally. Lowered her glamorously arched eyebrows, Di then looked over at the makeup Sammi had placed on the bathroom's counter top and then back at the redheaded woman's heavily made-up face. Without taking her dazzling, blue eyes from the shivering slut before her, Di took each and every low class makeup appliance and unceremoniously dumped them into the box marked 'Dumpster.' This closed another chapter of her old life. Finally, when she was done, Di lifted the box off the floor and shoved it in Sammi's stomach, forcing the once brash whore to quickly catch it before it hit the ground.
The former Wonder Woman brought her hands up to Sammi's rack, barely hidden by the pink, draped-style halter top. She ran her hands over the silky fabric, teasing the fiery-redhead's tits with her long-nailed digits. Leaning in close to Sammi's ear, Di then purred, "You know, Sammi, Dee Dee and I are lovers, and she makes the most delightful of pillow talk. After we fuck, I can persuade her to give up even her best kept secrets. She doesn't always divulge what other New U sluts were like before she applied her magic touch unless they were actual important people, like Mia and I, but I'm sure I could help her make an exception for you."
The two New U Salon sluts made eye contact. The look on Sammi's face was that of fearful disbelief, not wanting her past life before she was transformed by Dee Dee and the New U Salon into the highly sexualized harlot standing before the former Wonder Woman revealed. Di continued, now in a hissing, whisper, "And I hope that you were never a boring, stuck-up, prude like I used to be. I would hate for our fellow New U Salon sluts to hear about that."
Di let her subtle threat linger in the air for a moment and the two whorishly made-up women continued to look at one another. It was like Sammi was frozen in fear, and the once proud do-gooder enjoyed this feeling of having power over someone she perceived as lesser. She had never felt this way before and she found that it made her feel good. She now understood why some of the super villains she faced as Wonder Woman picked on the weaker and less fortunate and she again felt a pang of guilt and frustration sweep through her at the thought that she ever tried to fight someone giving into their base desires. Their stand-off was interrupted when they both heard a commotion coming from near the entrance to the apartment. Both women poked their head out of the bathroom to see Heather having dropped another box marked 'Dumpster' but this one had some of Di's old clothes in it. The plump, recently enlightened older woman was down on all fours, her round, fat ass high in the air as she tried to pack the dropped articles of clothing back into the box. The tense mood that Di and Sammi shared was interrupted, if only for a second, by Heather's skintight, glossy pants ridden down in the back, revealing the upper portion of her ass crack. Sammi shook her head and gave Di a long, weary look before strutting down the hall, shouting at the chubby woman about how clumsy she continued to be, before dumping the box with the makeup and other bathroom supplies down on a pile of boxes also destined for the dumpster.
Di stepped out of the bathroom and stared smugly after the troublesome redhead, proud of the fact she had put the little twat in her place. It had felt so good to exert a little dominance. Since her reformation, she had normally been so subservient in front of Dee Dee, 'And why not?' her mind countered. Her gorgeous blonde lover was the one to literally remake and save her from the bitch of an Amazon she had been, and Di could't wait for the other two girls to leave so she could thank her yet again. Speaking of Dee Dee, Di's heart quickened and her pussy throbbed when she heard the slow click-clack of heels approaching her from behind.
Dee Dee's hands gripped Di's torso, allowing the taller woman to lean into the sexy stylist from behind. Dee Dee purred into Di's ear, "Hmmm, well, well. It seems my new pet has claws!"
"I...ah!" Di gasped, as Dee Dee brushed aside Di's long mane of platinum blonde hair and began to plant soft kisses along her neck, "Of course, they're only as sharp as you allow, Dee Dee."
"Sharp as diamonds, my dear," Dee Dee hummed, squeezing her pet's spectacular rack and eliciting a deep moan from the former Wonder Woman, "Just know this, Di. Mine are even sharper!" she added, digging her own sharp nails into Di's tender, soft flesh. After allowing the platinum blonde a moment to enjoy the now-cherished mixture of pleasure and pain, Dee Dee lowered her hands and stepped next to the tall slut's side. "Now, get back to it, slut!" Dee Dee chuckled, giving her submissive former Amazon a firm slap on her round ass.
Di immediately set about trying to pull up the one shoulder of her silver mini dress, her intention being to cover up her exaggerated figure. That same figure, however, did not make the task easy, nor did the skintight material of the little clingy garment. Having taken care to not break any of her professionally painted and manicured nails, Di had just managed to work the uncomfortably small, but oh-so sexy, dress over her impressive bust and was just about to finish re-shouldering the little number when suddenly, it was yanked back down. Her hard work completely undone, Di looked at Dee Dee with her piercing blue eyes. There was a questioning look on her pretty face.
"I think I like it better down, lover," Dee Dee declared with a giggle. She then pulled the dress all the way down until it was simply bunched up around Di's waist, showing off not only the former Wonder Woman's larger than life tits but also her perfectly hourglass midsection. Dee Dee tapped her own perfectly manicured fingers against her pearly white teeth, feigning deep thoughts, when she finally called out, "In fact... Sammi, Heather! I want to see you two whores now," the stylist mused, and Di could see an evil glint in her girlfriend's whorishly made-up eyes. The once proud Amazon couldn't help but massage and grope the soft globes sticking out of her chest as Dee Dee plotted and schemed. Heather and Sammi finally poked their heads around the corner and saw Dee Dee and Di starring at them. Dee Dee announced to the two ladies, "Follow Di's example, sluts, and lose those tops! I wanna watch those titties jiggle while you work!"
"Yes, Dee Dee," the two spoke in perfect unison. It took Sammi no time at all to slip off her draped-style halter top, but Heather, on the hand, struggled to ease her own skintight, glossy top over her round belly and fat tits. She had to take special care to slip the top over her head, since she didn't want to mess up her perfectly set, sleek hairstyle. It simply wouldn't do to ruin her new maker's new creation. Finally, it was off and Di, Sammi and Heather all stood topless in the apartment for Dee Dee to blatantly ogle them.
"Well, what the fuck are you waiting for? Chop, chop!" Dee Dee called, and the sexy stylist clapped her hands twice, as if reinforcing the command for her girls to get to work. Di, Sammi and Heather didn't have to be told twice. They immediately began mincing their way around the apartment on their high heels of various lengths, hoping to finally finish cleaning out Di's apartment so the former Wonder Woman could once and for all leave her old life behind for good.
Dee Dee, meanwhile, took a seat in the middle of the apartment's common room on a nice, plush chair. This gave her the best possible vantage point to watch her girls sashaying about the flat. She crossed her perfectly smooth legs and looked on from her ideal spot as the girls placed box after box marked 'dumpster' in the appropriate pile next to the door. Needless to say, Dee Dee enjoyed every second of her time watching the show. The New U sluts before her all walked proudly in front of their Mistress' keen gaze, backs arched and tits thrust out. Their bare boobs bounced freely with each strut, nipples growing harder and harder thanks to the cool air conditioning flowing through the apartment. Well, that and the fact that they simply enjoyed watching and appreciating the others, as well as having their own tits on full display. The head stylist of the New U Salon seemed to remain impassive through it all, though. Dee Dee never touched herself and stayed silent even when her walking, talking toys looked to her for some small praise. After all, it was what Di, Sammi, Heather and all the rest of Dee Dee's creations now lived for. She instead just sat there and watched each girl with a cold, calculating eye. It was as if she was appraising her work like a master fine artist would, and silently plotted any future changes the three might someday need.
This went on for the next few hours. Dee Dee kept on quietly observing, and the boxes continued to stack higher and higher. Just as Sammi dropped off another box, during which she had deliberately bent over to give Dee Dee a fantastic view of her nice, firm ass in the skintight confines of her white, wet-look pants, there was a knock at the door. Di, Sammi and Heather all stopped dead in their tracks and looked toward Dee Dee for direction on what to do next. Di, especially, felt a surge of anxiety run up her spine. She didn't want anyone from her past life bursting in on her new amazing existence and discovering what had become of her! She refused to go back to being that boring, stuck-up, stupid, self-riteous, bitch of an Amazon. The former Wonder Woman just couldn't go back to that life!
She wouldn't! Not now, not ever!
Just who could it be?
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