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It was a warm night, Doris Zuel found her way into a wing in a governmental building, where she was certain she could find proof of a theory she had.
The wing was sleek, much more polished and high tech than the rest of the building. The sterile colours were cold and uninviting yet felt very official. Doris almost felt like she never left maximum security.
She was a little groggy from the hot weather along with the thick all-black outfit and mask she wore to hide her identity. She had just broke out of prison and didn’t intend on going back.
The guards were an easy obstacle to deal with, she knew most of them were still hospitalised from the other day.
The cameras in the building were the main threat so as long she kept to herself and left she could leave fairly easily.
Bingo! She found her target, office 8-41, this was where she could learn the truth
Doris scoured the workspace and inside the bottom cabinet found what she came for, a photograph of the woman who worked here on a file.
Doris couldn’t believe her eyes, she was sure it was that bitch who took her down time and time again…
Doris relaxed in her chair, the small space was comfier than she expected. She could see why that Wonder Bitch chose to work here, a cushy office and a decent pay.
She haphazardly span in the chair towards the desk and picked up the name plaque by the computer and inspected the name: “Diana Prince”
Doris smirked “That small bitch doesn’t know I’m onto her!”
Doris got lucky, she had noticed a woman who looked remarkably similar to her nemesis working in this place when she came here herself on a job. When things went south and someone sounded the alarm, that heroine showed up in what felt like a matter of seconds.
Doris kept her suspicions to herself at the time, not a single other villain that invaded this very building suspected anything.
She couldn’t forget that woman, long black hair, bright blue eyes and a face worthy of a Greek statue. A fit physique too but not as good as her own.
She had time to kill before she had to leave, it had been awhile since she tended to her body. That super bimbo had gotten her worked up, she needed to take care of her urges now…
Doris, ripped out the photo of Diana from the file and used her other hand to undo her pants. After undoing her zipper, her thick, long, orange pubic hairs poked out of her pants.
She analysed every detail on her pretty little face. Doris was no longer seeing a sophisticated woman in a professional stance looking at the camera; instead she saw a bitch who would beg for Doris’ perfect body no matter the size and would do as she says.
Doris’ perfect body grew a couple inches with arousal but she was sure to keep herself a reasonable size to avoid detection on the security system.
She finally put one finger tip on her clitoris and stroked upwards, feeling it stiffening up at the thought of Diana doing this to her.
She then pressed a second finger on her pearl and lightly pinched the sides before trailing a little deeper down her body.
She pressed her finger tips against her vulva and pulsed her fingers to keep stimulating her clit. She slowly parted her labia and rubbed the edge of her warm, tight uterus.
“Diana, that’s it! Don’t be scared, show me what you can do!” She mumbled under her breath as she tilted her head back and sped up her masturbation.
Slowly, she aided her fingers by pushing her pelvis forward and backwards as her fingers dig deeper and deeper.
“Say my name, Diana! Say it!” She grunted as she made the chair under her squeak under her.
She bit her lip and imagined growing to the size of the complex she was in right now then she pretended her fingers were Diana’s whole body being plunged deep inside her like a dildo.
She fantasised further, imagining the chair under her was the complex buckling under her pristine, shapely ass. She wiped her ass on the chair and imagined the concrete roof caving in as she toyed with the helpless heroine in her grasp.
“Not Doris you bitch!” She whispered “You know what I mean!”
“Giganta!” She uttered with a sigh as her hand was knuckle-deep inside of her.
Her fingers tickled her folds and swished the moisture along her labia as she went even faster. Every time she pulled her fingers out even slightly, a gush of juice flung out onto the chair.
She put the photo down and began cupping her own breast while dressed, she couldn’t risk undressing herself any further.
Her nipples poked out of her costume and felt really sensitive as her palm twisted around it like a lemon on a squeezer.
She wanted it! She wanted to humiliate that bitch and punish her for putting her behind bars, for ruining her every plan and now…
For making her so horny all of a sudden.
She sat up straight allowing her fingers that minute amount of distance needed to properly reach her G-spot. She bashed her fingers against it and held in her whimpers as long she could before giving in and moaning out loud.
She could feel a climax coming, she could feel a climax coming to the woman she thought she hated most.
That thought pushed her over the edge. She pushed her thighs together before bucking them out, nice and wide.
She stuck her tongue and closed her eyes, she couldn’t contain herself any longer!
Her pussy throbbed and tightened down as she felt her cum flood against her fingers and out onto the chair she sat on. Her pants from her hips to slid to the floor.
The tension in her muscles subsided along with the clouded judgement of her arousal. She thought it was best to leave now, she had what she wanted and had some fun.
Tomorrow however, Wonder Bitch Diana would get the shock of her life…