Diana had just watched her friend, Shayera, HawkWoman, give birth to a child of rape, while Shayera’s rapists and arch nemesis, Vandal Savage, had enjoied his triumph. Shayera, dressed as a human chicken, a tuff white latex painted on her glabrous body, highlighted with yellow latex on her arms and legs and a chicken beak on her face, now lay exhausted, slumbering deeply at her captor’s feet. She was surprised to see a medical assistant, and Dr. Mengele enter, and begin tenderly caring for the Child. Brad, the father of the child, gripped Shayera by her long red tresses holding her up so the infant could be brought to her Turgid breast to suckle.
Standing absolutely naked herself, Wonder Woman heard someone enter, she did not have to look who it was she. “Come to gloat…Master?”
Actaeon enjoyed the view of the amazons perfect unblemished body from behind. The tight ass, the smooth skin, the shapely legs and between them the hint of the soft bald pussy lips. He walked up and put his hand on the cleft of her ass, gently groping the firm cheek “I came to see to you.”
Diana felt the warm, firm hand on her bum, the fact that his thumb slipped into the cleft of her ass to spread it slightly, no longer even caused her to flinch “Really?” she asked somewhat surprised.
Acteon gazed at Wonder Woman’s swollen breasts and stretched brown nipples “No indignancy? No expression of defiance?”
Diana found herself surprised at hearing how honestly, she answered “What would be the purpose? You have had us, you HAVE our children…” she turned to look at the immaculately dressed brit, standing in a gold smoking jacket. “What are you…”
“Going to do with the children?” Actaeon finished for her “Diana I give you my word, no child will be harmed, enslaved…every one of them will be given a top education and grow up knowing freedom and plenty.”
Diana turned full on, her soft breasts now turgid hanging heavy on her chest her soft folds exposed to the world, knowing Acteon’s eyes romanced over her body “You want me to believe…”
Actaeon held up his hands, as two men entered, grabbing the exhausted a Thangarian by her red tresses and dragged her limp form to a cot. “Diana, I have hunted you, captured you, raped you, impregnated you, and possessed you, have I ever lied to you?”
Diana considered “And I have your word…”
“Every single child, Ours, Shayera’s Sheena’s, every. one will grow up free in a position of privilege…”
Diana looked into her captors’ eyes…and then slowly sank to her knees in front of him her head down, even her warriors spirt, seemed muted, this…man had bested her at EVERY turn. “Thank you…master. What now?”
Actaeon smiled, lifting her chin “I don’t think your QUITE ready to break yet, but to answer your question. They are taking HawkWoman to finish her off once and ofr all. She is going to be put finally and permanently in her place.
Wonder Woman stared into the mans groin, watching his erection grow at the prospect of crushing a woman’s freewill so…utterly. What bothered Diana was, a part of her, wasdeeply aroused as well.
Actaeon pet Wonder Woman, the same way he would a gentled mare “Brad has developed a mind control that will make HawkWoman, a trained jessed hunting hawk and Savage will change the curse so for the rest of time, she will be tied to him…not to that Pharaoh. I want you to help.”
Diana looked shocked “every time I think you have some form of Twisted Honor…. you expect me to HELP?”
Acteon took no offense, attaching a leash to Diana’s neck collar and led her to the huge bay window so they could watch them loading Shayera’s limp form into a van, still out cold and locked in a human bird cage. “Diana, I do not have the greatest respect for Vandal Savage, and now that Brad has his selfie for his trophy wall…I would not trust Vandal Savage not to turn your friend into a low-class gutter whore. After Which Vandal Savage will toss her aside like a cum rag,” He turned to look at Diana “You can at least make sure your friend REMAINES HawkWoman…”
Diana considered; even serving as a slave, relegated to a cheap brothel, with males abusing her, a pimp…
You have made me a slave, they won’t do what I tell them.”
Acteon poured himself a drink, Scotch on the rocks and smiled “No, you can’t, but I am fairly sure, if your honest, you can make…strategic suggestions that they will find irresistible, but I warn you Diana, Vandal is no idiot, if you are doing ANYTHING less than assisting them, your friend will end up in some Mexican brothel and there will be nothing I can do about it.
Diana considered, she did not completely believe Actaeon, but she did know the human male; once the newness wore off…Shayera could be in for much worse. “I seem to have no choice…and what you suggest, grudgingly, makes sense. Very Well master” she felt awkward giving a sincere “Thank You”
Diana spent the rest of the day, being treated like the princess she was. Two more naked female servants took her for a hot shower. Diana learned these were young women, who’s death had been staged so they could be sold for a profit, as abject sex slaves. Like Diana their will to resist was waning, they were becoming resigned to their fate. They bathed her, she did not have to lift a finger though she would have preferred to do it herself. Still their soft feminine hands felt nice against her skin as they soaped her breasts and shampooed her raven tresses. It was a welcome change from the more direct…more course feeling of a male’s hand. A woman knew how to touch another woman. In the end each woman shared a somber, deep kiss in full view of the guards.
Diana looked down as the younger woman, a black woman about 24 years old with a svelte build, gently soaped her groin. Diana’s stretch marks were fading with her amazon physique, but Acteon had depilated her pubic hair, Diana would go thru the rest of her very long life with the pubic mound of a 6 year old.
Diana shivered as the young woman’s hand slipped up, her soaped fingers sliding, unbidden, between her nether lips. Diana had been sexually used and aroused so many times she no longer felt violated; she closed her eyes and gave a soft sight. Diana, once again, found the other woman’s lips on hers, the second woman, a young first peoples woman with long chestnut hair pressed her front against Diana’s back. Diana could feel the other woman’s firm nipples against her bare back, as the ebon beauty at her front deepened the kiss to a deep French kiss.
After all that had happened, Diana found herself just going with the flow, cocking her leg so that the woman kissing her could slip her delicate fingers within Diana’s soft sex and tease. With the warm water and steam, it felt surreal, no pressure, no humiliation, just 3 sisters enjoying their bodies. Diana’s hands began to roam the other women, returning the favor as their caresses became more intimate and she felt the black woman before her move her lips from Diana’s lips to her nipple, relieving the growing pressure of milk forming in her breasts. Diana enjoied the feel of the female body…and after thousands of years, her talented fingers had both of her partners panting, as the three reached a mutual climax in the shower while the guards grinned and watched.
It was, almost too perfect. No words were spoken between them, none were needed. Something no male could understand. After the shower, the two women dried her, and took her to the nursery, where she let her son suckle.
After the infant had fed and was asleep, they led Diana to a massage room, where she was massaged with scented oil, and she fell asleep.
When she awakened, the two women brought her a light meal of fruits, olives, bread and cheeses and she nursed her son again. Then, feeling refreshed, they showed her, still naked as the day she was born, to the garage. A large limousine was waiting.
She had expected to sit in the back, but the driver opened the front passenger door and, once inside and rolling, the driver’s hand went to her neck, and pulled her toward his groin. Leaning over in his lap she silently tugged at the zipper,
Diana was bothered more at how easily it came to her, tugging down his fly leaning over and just nursing like a soft kitten. Once upon a time she would have been awkward and fumbled. Now not only could she use 3 fingers to lower the apparatus, she was an expert at how the gusset in men’s briefs opened to pull out their length. It was almost a practiced ease now to fish out their cock. If limp she could be a little more physical, if aroused she had to be careful to guide it head first out.
She was used to the male not paying any attention to her, and had actually come to enjoy that, allowing her to do what was required without their interrupting with their little idiosyncrasies. Once she had him out of his breeches, she had come to apprise a man by his equipment. When she slid her fingers into the driver’s breeches, she felt immediately he had a slightly thicker member then most. He was semi ridged. Once she used her fingers she felt his damp warm flesh. It was smooth, soft, like a woman’s lips, with the tissue underneath firming. As his manhood emerged into the light, he was uncircumcised, the foreskin clinging to the darker head, and she used her finger to pull it back gently as she moved her face into his crotch and the man’s cock, disappeared into Wonder Woman’s mouth.
He was unwashed but not dirty. It was not the smell of a stinking body, rather it was a musky smell of sex. At first, she had found it repulsive but as they had used her more and more…she found the scent more, subtle…she could identify each man by their distinct scent. Much like an animal. She had always liked animals and it pleased her she had unlocked what had always been a mystery to her.
As the male member slid to the back of her throat, she used her lips to push the foreskin back, and ran her tongue around to get the initial taste, stronger at first, salty, musky…and found herself learning the men from their reaction. Weaker men moaned, stronger remained silent but, she could feel their pulse quicken thru her lips, and tongue.
She felt the driver’s had on the back of her head, stroking her silken mane affectionally before pushing her face down firmly. For a few minutes she lost sight of the world. Her face feeling the smooth fabric of his breeches, her nose pressed into his fly, the cock in her mouth grew full and pulsed. She had long since gotten over being repulsed by the taste. It was very much an acquired taste, and Diana was well aware of the research the males in these countries had done about the health benefits of male semen. High in protein and vitamins. This guy, who’s name she did not even know, had not had any relief in a while…she could tell by the volume of ejaculate. It was also thicker, like egg white, slightly salty sweet, with a tinny taste. She pressed her face in and relaxed the back of her throat to avoid a gag reflex, and let the male climax directly down her gullet.
Once he had finished she raised her head gently kissing hos head several times, making sure not too much of her saliva was left on it and softly said “Thank you”, putting his equipment away, zipping him up.
As she sat up she looked up and saw a semi-truck driver staring down at her from the adjacent lane, smiling from ear to ear. Diana sat there trying not to notice and had to use her tongue to lick up a bit of semen on the corner of her mouth. It was then and there that Diana decided that Actaeon was right…The fact that she had all of these thoughts, so calmly, Diana would escape this…but if he thought there would be a strike three, he was very wrong. She had studied under Aristotle himself. She would pick her time…it would come, and she would send Actaeon Davies to the lowest level of Tartarus.
Wonder Woman sat silent and stoic in the front seat with her hands in her lap resting on her bare sex absently fingering her clit, looking straight ahead for the journey. They drove along the DC Beltway, past the pentagon, past her old office at the NSA. Eventually they left the capitol until they entered New Jersey. The driver took her directly to what used to be Wayne Manor. The stately grounds still looked well-groomed and manicured except the Wayne manor sign had been replaced with a sign that now read “The Davies Institute for Women’s Health.”
Diana had no idea where Bruce Wayne, The Batman, was and had no way of knowing if he had not died of predation, he was probably hanging by his toes in some Brazilian rain forest, breeding with natural born bats, lost forever among the population of billions of bats.
When the Limo stopped, a butler, not Alfred, opened the door. She felt his eyes on her body as she swung her naked legs out and felt the smooth concrete under her bare feet. He took her hand politely and showed her into the mansion.
The same warm rich wood and suits of armor she was familiar with lined the walls, except now, different rooms had been turned into physical and psychological therapy room. Here and there a beautiful woman reclined on a couch talking to a therapist. Passing Bruce’s extensive gym, women worked on physical therapy and rehabilitation exercises.
Diana recognized the library, and when the Butler rotated the head of the Bust of Shakespeare and twisted a knob, instead of bat poles, a hidden elevator was revealed behind the book shelves.
Diana stepped in and the butler pressed the elevator send button. The door slid close and she was alone for the ride down feeling the air flows against her bare skin. When the doors opened, the once magnificent bat cave, had been redesigned, into an even more magnificent laboratory. The frame of the bat mobile sat in a display case, picked clean like a well-done turkey, undoubtedly plundered for every secret and technology. In its place on the turn table once used to reorient the vehicle, stood an exam table. In the center lay Shayera, splayed out like a frog on a Dissection table. The magnificent bird woman lay face up, naked as she had been for the past year. Diana heard male voices behind the computer console that she identified as Vandal Savage, Brad, and Hans Mengele on the large computer screen a high-resolution image of a human brain with different computer read outs was displayed. They had not seen Diana yet.
Diana walked toward her friend. They had finally removed the latex chicken suit and she lay naked, a red laser playing over her pubic mound. The first thing Diana noted was a large black mask, that looked like a modernized WWII Gas mask, fitted over Shayera’s face.
The Men noticed Diana as she began to approach the exam table. Made of a simple slate and felt top, like a pool table, Shayera was the very definition of naked. Her bare legs were slightly more than shoulder width apart with inverted U-shaped shackles at her ankle, knee and thighs. Her arms were at her sides with similar snug fitting chrome restraints at her wrists, elbows and just below her armpit. A collar secured her neck to the table and a chest shackle across her chest just below her breasts and just above her hips.
“How do you like her?” Vandal Savage asked.
Diana looked up, surprised to see Savage, Hans and Brad naked as well. So far men saw clothing as a status symbol. They had no problem keeping a woman clothed in only her skin, but even amongst themselves in their misogynistic society, they usually chose to wear clothing. Her eyes went to their groins. Her amazon honesty forced her to admit, all three had reason to be proud of their anatomy’ Vandal Savage hung lowest and thickest, circumcised with a thick coal black nest of dark pubic hair. Beneath is scrotum hung full and proud like some kind of Stallion lording over his herd. She was mildly surprised that all three currently hung limp.
“She is one of my sisters, Of course I like her” she said self-consciously standing before the men, her eyes below their waist at all time.
Next was Brad, the young man was almost as long as Vandal, though not as thick. Uncircumcised; he kept his groin shaved but his own scrotum hung tight beneath his reproductive organ, looking distinctly smaller then Savage.
Last was Hans, Almost a middle between the two, he was thicker and almost as long; limp, as Brad, and his scrotum was fuller, almost softer and nestled in neatly trimmed blond pubic hair. Vandal had the physique of a heavy weight boxer, Hans, a swimmer and Bard a teenager.
Brad nodded “I still don’t know why Actaeon wanted you here…unless you get aroused off of watching us clip yer friend’s wings.” Vandal stepped closer running his palm openly along Shayera’s thick soft nether lips using his fingers to openly spread the comatose woman’s sex and expose her eyeing her like a cat eyeing a canary it had just batted down. “Yes Diana, why ARE you here?”
Diana stepped closer, watching Vandal Savage move his hands; thick, butter soft black leather ‘jesses’, leather loops placed around the ankles of hunting birds to control them, in his hand. “I am here to help you ‘Finish Off’ Hawkwoman” she said with bitterness “You just can’t resist, can you?” she continued, “Taking her totem and turning it against her as a form of humiliation.”
Vanda caressed Shayera’s ankle almost obscenely taking the sole of her foot warmly in his large hand and bending to gently first kiss, then lick her ankle as he placed the loop around it and fed the long part thru “Not at all…I will be PROUD to display her. I don’t believe you by the way, there has to be another reason you are helping.
“It seems I either obey, without holding back, or they try to obliterate my homeland.” Diana deliberately crossed her hands under her breasts to lift them, as expected the men’s eyes were drawn to them.
Vandal Savage gave a predatory smile “Finally have you pinned, do they? Why don’t I believe you?” even his eyes were not glancing at the large soft milk bags.
Diana continued to focus on the floor in front of her “You have my lasso to use on Shayera…put it on me.”
Without waiting for an answer, she walked closer to the restrained Hawk woman. She regarded the mask…It fit her face tightly, Diana supposed it was no accident that it resembled a falconer’s hood. Where the “eye pieces” were, was an opaque glass and Diana could see Shayera’s eyes were wide open, though there was no intelligence behind them, it was as if her mind were an empty automaton as patters and moving images swirling in Shayera’s eyes.
Two hoses were attached at either side of her chin and led back to a series of tanks and filters, labeled ‘psychotropics’, as the trio of villains controlled what she breathed. A series of probes were attached to specific areas of her skull.
Brad walked over “Want to know how it works?”
Diana glanced up at Brad raising an eyebrow.”
Brad chuckled “None of this would have been possible without the former ‘Bat computer’, my god what advanced technologies! enough to control nanites, map out every single dendrite and oligodendrocyte in the human brain and program a human female the same as I would put an OS in a computer hard drive.” Diana noticed speaking about it Brad’s little soldier standing at attention as he fantasized about taking the last of the Thanagarian’s free will. She wanted to take advantage of it so, without a word, her hand curled around the young teen’s shaft and she began to caress him.
Hans smiled at Diana’s expression. Diana’s eyes widened while she casually gave the evil computer genius a hand job. “If you can control down to THAT level…”
“Yes, a culmination of my Grandfather, Josef’s research. I located his lab under the Reichstag, hidden. Hitler wanted mind control, but they did not have the technology, neither did we until we found this, and Brad. We can literally reprogram a human brain the same way we program a computer. There’s a catch though…”
Diana paused, and was gratified to feel Brad try to thrust in her hand “Catch?”
Hans smiled “Right now the computer interfaces with her brain thru her optic nerves, hence the Helmut. The gas is a combination of an anesthesia, an animal sex pheromone, in this case equine, and oxygen. The computer isolates the areas of the brain by showing her images, giving her sounds and scents. Pleasure, pain, fear, memory, imagination, desire…then when we want to change something…The nanites will sever or destroy the isolated Dendrite or Oligodendrocytes and reconnect them to whatever behavior we wish to evoke.”
Diana swore silently to herself. “Do you map the original?” She asked nervously.
Brad groaned, finding it hard to focus as his pre dribbled all over Wonder Woman’s hand “We could but I don’t want to waste the bandwidth.”
Diana began to understand why Acteon had sent her. These testosterone driven males could turn Shayera into a simple sex toy, and once there, every one of them would grow bored with her. The arousal lay in her spirt, in her abilities. Diana could not even conceive of a way to...undo whatever they did to someone “What’s the catch?”
Hans replied “The computer can set things up…but the actual CHANGE has to be voluntary…”
Diana frowned “you mean Shayera would have to WANT the change? “In a manner of speaking” Hans smiled “Yes, A strong willed person, and you heroines are the strongest, must be distracted, the existing pathways are just to numerous and too strong for the replacements to become dominant. There needs to be a precise distraction with just the right amount of epinephrine, dopamine and endorphins that will allow the existing pathways to be overwhelmed.”
“An orgasm” Diana said softly.
“An orgasm” The smug Vandal Savage said sliding his middle finger into Shayera’s unprotected sex to his palm, causing Shayera to inhale sharply and let out a pleased sigh, “and it cannot be coerced, forced or otherwise induced artificially. It must be a genuine, pardon the pun, Mind blowing, old fashioned climax. After that…the deed is done.”
While Diana sobered with that thought, Vandal Savage collected the copious juices her had caused Shayera to leak, and mixed it was carbon, a mixture of burnt lotus and scarab beetle into a dark paste and began to draw Egyptian hieroglyphs on Shayera’s skin “You need Magic?”
Vandal grinned lecherously, his pride beginning to grow hard “you are aware of our curse. The Pharaoh and his Queen. I was the High priest, I wanted her. So they plead to Hathor and Isis, so they would be endlessly renewed, searching for each other. However, Set and I, added to it. They are fated to never consummate the relationship…endlessly rebirth searching for each other. I was Killed the beloved couple, before I could complete the spell.” He chuckled gently drawing on the woman’s bare breast, a drop of milk appearing on the nipple “She will reincarnate, so will he…but I will use his soul as a battery, and she will always be caught by me, and spend her future lives at my feet. Once I consummate with her, she will serve me where she belongs, under my feet with the rest of the dirt. The spell requires the blood of her Pharaoh lover, which I have from that VERY pleasant murder of Hawkman, Shayera having given birth by someone OTHER than Katar Hol, something our friend Brad achieved, and a genuine climax. So, my dear Diana, the same climax YOU will give Shayera, to adjust her attitude, will change the curse to Set’s blessing for me….
In her hand Brad climaxed, his seed completely coating Diana’s hand in pearly white shimmering mess. Diana was helpless but to watch as the dark priest completed the runes and hieroglyphs on Shayera’s body. Just thinking about it had Vandal Savage’s cock at half-mast. A dark side of Diana couldn’t blame him.
“So.” Vandal stated approaching the computer interface, as Diana moved to stand, naked, between the three men, her smooth pale white body contrasting the male bodies flanking her “Let’s start.” He picked up a microphone, watching an image of Shayera’s brain within her skull on the computer screen “Computer, make Shayera a nymphomaniac.”
That was the closest Diana could ever think of a true panic, blurting out “Wait!”
The three looked at her “Look, you asked me here to HELP you make Shayera your slave for all time. Not one of you will want to be around her for more then and hour if she is constantly hanging off you mindlessly begging for sex and nothing else…Vandal…”
“MASTER!” Savage growled.
“…Master…may I suggest rather that making her a…nymphomaniac, a subjective command, is...imprecise, instead you eliminate her modesty and instill a narcissistic pride in her own body.”
Hans frowned “Do you think that Narcissus is a good role model?”
Diana frowned “I knew Narcissus himself, so did Shayera…trust me…”
Vandal savage smiled and spoke into the mic “Command, adjust subject Shayera Thal’s modesty to zero and a Narcissistic pride in her body.”
Diana heard a sharp inhale from within Shayera’s mask, her toes pointed as if in pleasure as the visor began to project scenes of embarrassed naked people, cringing, covering themselves. On the map of Shayera’s brain, an area of her limbic system at first lit up. There was a flash, as in a video game and that area went dark…forever. Then the images changed to a video of red headed women, admiring themselves, a subliminal word, Narssis, and women standing proudly naked in front of men…showing off. This time the areas stimulated lit up and began glowing brighter.
Even Diana was fascinated by the complexity yet simplicity of the former bat computer.
“Now…” Vandal continued “Shayera will be COMPLETELY Bisexual…execute” He smiled as all three men grew more erect, Diana fseeing Brad’s length beginning rise again. What bothered her more is she appreciated the feel, it was gentle, and warm. They were so involved with their systematic reprogramming of Shayera they did not even notice her leaning against Brad.
Crossing his arms Vandal smirked as Hans added “Shayera, you will be obedient to men…”
“MALES” Diana blurted out.
The three looked at her as Diana bit her lower lip “Look, you want her to not only obey YOU…you treat her like an animal…you prob want to BREED her to animals…to experiment Like Sheena….so have her obedient to ALL males…not just MEN.”
Vandal crossed his arms with an expression of skepticism “You seem awful helpful with your friend for a Heroine.”
Diana swallowed hard, her eyes naturally fixing on a spot on the floor “Look, V…Masters, while I have been…enslaved here, you have made it clear that if I don’t do as you say, not only will my island suffer, but you could really put others into a genuine… Tartarus….with all DUE respect, your weaknesses have always been, short sightedness. You desire Shayera, Sheena, myself because of our personalities, our uniqueness, our distinctiveness, not just our physical naked beauty. You don’t want to just copulate with a beautiful women, you want to copulate with HAWKWOMAN, so you stripped her naked, tattooed her like a hawk, and put her on her knees at your feet…if you just wanted a...um Nymphomaniac, you could have got a willing woman from down town Manhattan.” Diana shouldered internally vowing to make each of these makes pay for what they were doing while a large part of her felt…hapless…a voice in the back of her head, whispering, ‘why not give in? sex is not so bad...pleasurable…wouldn’t that be a good life too?’.
Hans considered, each male now fully erect, “So in order to keep Chicken woman from being discarded to the underbelly of the world, you’d rather she were a well trained well treated well fucked pet…” He frowned “I can see that.”
“So can I!” Brad smiled “Which brings me to the next command…Shayera will forever forget every word for copulation except rape?”
“What?” Diana blinked.
Savage chuckled “I always hated the term copulation, sex, make love…from now on Hawkwoman will ask to be raped.”
Diana started “Wait What…”
“No!” the three of them smiled “it’s done…” Vandal nodded “You had another suggestion for us...short sighted villains?”
Diana gazed at them, feeling the cool floor under her bare feet, wringing her hands so that young Brad’s seed squished between her fingers…she felt so trapped, she HAD to stop them…she would, Strike three be damned, she was Wonder Woman she was smarter than this…she would have to make them think they had her defeated but why did she FEEL like that HAD defeated her? Raising her head, she placed her hands on her hips and, naked as the day she was born, struck her heroine pose “Ok…you want to DO this let’s DO it!”
The other’s blinked, surprised, all three focusing their gaze between her legs. “Men” she thought “only enough blood to use one head at a time, it was time she took charge.
“Ok, Master Vandal, I bet you would enjoy Shayera as a mindless drooling bimbo at times.” Diana took the mike “Command, lower Subject will feel pleasure at any form of restraint or bondage and will get sexual gratification from humiliation. Enable lowering of subject’s IQ to specified levels on command.”
Brad looked stunned but then caught the idea “Nice but we can take it a step further, Computer enable subject to enter an alpha meditative state when restrained and alone.”
The three of them looked at Brad. Brad gazed back “What? Look I may be young, but I am not stupid, the worst part about bondage is if you leave someone alone, they have NOTHING to occupy their mind except perhaps to plan an escape, in an Alpha state she could lay there all day naked with a smile on her face.”
Vandal stroked his beard “I am so GLAD you are here Wonder Woman” he mocked “ I had not considered this...I want Shayera to serve me creatively, not just lay there like a bump.” He smiled as Diana saw a dark thought cross his mind “Command. Enable the following fetishes for Subject. Foot, fellatio, cunilungus, masturbation and tea bagging. “He chuckled as Diana realized Shayera had to KNOW these terms and their definition in order to have her brain affected by them.
Hans stepped up next “Adjust subject so any tastes or scents for those fetishes will be, pleasant…subject will crave them.”
Brad smiled “Adjust subject to fantasize and have extremely low pleasure threshold….and multiple orgasms, and She will like it MESSY.”
Diana watched in silent horror at what she had started. Shayera would not only obey these commands, they were “adjusting” her to find them pleasant. The heroine would not be seeking a way to escape, rather she would…crave the activity as secretly as she had tried to secret her identity.
Shayera on the table jerked like a puppet…as the powerful computer rewrote her brain…sweat glistening off her perfect body.
The three took their time now, trying different simulations and commands thru the computer. After nearly 18 hours…Shayera lay with a mesmerized smile on her face.
Wonder woman Sat naked in the cell that Vandal had placed her in, She had a clear view of the massive computer writing, and re writing Shayera’s neurons, like a Bleach program, making sure her old life was ready to rewrite her permanently into Vandal’s personal pet.
As the program ended, they let her rise and the beautiful woman rubbed her eyes…Diana could see some of the old Shayera….Vandal moved in and pressed a kiss to her lips, Shayera returned it but without passion…Diana watched as his hand slipped openly between the red head’s legs, and saw Shayera’s wings tremble with arousal as the villain explored her sex with the familiarity of ownership.
After a moment of talking, Vandal pointed to Diana’s cell…and saw Shayera nod.
No longer modest or self-conscious, the naked Hawkwoman walked toward the cell, and opened the door.
“Come on out Diana….”
Equally naked, Diana emerged and Felt Shayera’s hand take her own. “Wha…”
“Shhhhh” Shayera said, her gait now swaying her hips, her smooth pubic lips glistening as her breasts gently pouted against gravity.
Shayera led Diana into a bright red room, the floor covered in red silk, and pillows, scented candles, a spotlight on the center where Shayera led Diana. Sitting in lounges with a drink and a slave girl on each arm Sat Vandal, Brad and Hans.
Diana blinked as Shayera positioned Diana in the center of the spotlight, facing each other so that their breasts brushed against each other.
Confused Diana blinked as she felt her warrior sister’s hand on the back of her neck “Shayera, wat is this…what are you doing?”
Shayera paused her mouth halfway to Diana’s “Giving them what they want, this is where you finish me off for them Diana…permanently…I know what they did to me.
Diana searched her friends face “Shayera…you can’t, Hawkman, Vandal will kill him…He will have YOU…you’re not gay,,,”
Shayera pulled more firmly on Diana’s neck, her soft lips searching as Diana resisted “Diana…Carter has been being killed by Vandal for centuries…and I am tired of fighting it… Vandal, Brad and I am sure many others have already HAD me…”
Diana blinked but the other woman leaned in and put a steaming hot kiss on Diana’s lips, Diana felt her nipples harden against the other heroine, as Shayera’s tongue slipped between her lips. Wonder Woman wished she could resist the feeling of arousal as the other woman’s tongue hooked her own and sucked Diana’s tongue into her mouth and felt Shayera suckled warming as their body pressed together.
Shayera may not have been gay, but she knew how to kiss, Diana felt the other woman’s silken thigh against her hip as Hawk Woman holed her leg over Diana’s hip, leaning trying to get their bare sexes to kiss in front of the gloating audience.
Diana desperately wanted to break the kiss, to resist but the warm feeling of the woman she had lusted after… They kissed as Shayera’s hands slid along Diana’s smooth skin, along her shoulders and under her breasts.
The Kiss was broken when Shayera decided it was, and Diana stood panting, her own sex glistening now.
Trying to clear her head Diana looked confused “Shayera…”
Shayera put her finger to Diana’s Lips and Diana could taste the salt of her teammate “Shhhhhhhh…. Diana…Give me this…consider it a…last request….Do this and leave me at Vandal’s feet…”
Diana was shocked and the sincerity, not only in her teammate’s voice, but her eyes….”Tell me…why?”
Shayera stepped back, her nails slowly dragging over Diana’s nipples “First” she looked down “I am tired Diana, this has been several life times….Vandal has taken not only my life, but Carter’s…and each time I deny myself. Second, I am so aroused and turned on right now with desire for a man…I can barely think of ANYTHING else….
Diana was trembling as she felt the silk under her feet “is this YOU talking Shayera? Or the brainwashing?”
Shayera closed her eyes and swallowed “I don’t know Diana…I don’t care any more but there is one more reason…why you MUST do this…”
“And that is?” Diana asked.
Shayera smiled “if I have to be a pet, a sex toy, I want at least one time…ONE time for it to be with someone I care about…even if it is a lesbian encounter, besides in a few moments I will be whatever I am told I am…and I want you to bring me off like a bottle rocket Diana, I know you can, and after words, swear…SWEAR you will use me for YOUR pleasure, and never ever seek to free me, I don’t want to recover and know I was not only begging for this, I genuinely wanted it…Swear to me Diana…”
Diana considered a moment, and in reply reached out and grabbed the other woman, crushing a kiss to the fiery red head she was about to tame.
Vandal smiles at the momentary look of revulsion on the Thanagarinan’s face as the amazon began to lick her tonsils.
Diana felt the soft warm wings surround her and her hand slipped down to grab the back of the other woman’s knee and pressed, taking the two of them down to the soft red silk pillows.
Above her the males watched with wrapped arousal as Diana began to assist in the final assault on Vandal Savage’s nemesis. Grinding her groin against the other woman and kissing hungerly at the soft red lips.
Pushing herself up Diana took the dominant position looking down at the panting Hawk Woman before leaning n to suck a salty turgid nipple into her mouth, tasting Shayera’s mother’s milk…
Shayera ached beneath the amazon her toes pointing as she gasped “Gods Diana…you have me so close…”
A part of Diana felt a pang of regret but a much larger part of her enjoyed the control, a wild look in her eyes she grinned down at the helpless woman “I have wanted this for a LONG time Shayera…I can’t deny it” She panted speaking loud enough for the other’s to hear, deliberately teasing Shayera, keeping her on the edge.”
Shayera squirmed groaning “Diana...please…..”
“Tiana pinned the Thanigarian’s wrists over her head with one hand, pinning the wounded hawk under her thighs as her other hand caressed Shayera’ throat, leaning in to lick her atom’s apple and nibble.”
“Please WHAT….”
“Please let me climax Diana…”
“Let you what?”
“Let me CUM…”
Diana smiled “No…”
“PLEASE….”
“No…”
“Diana Please…I am BEGGING you, bring me off...put me at his feet…FINISH ME OFF!”
Slowly Diana looked up to Vandal Savage.
Grinning watching, savoring her last moments of freedom he raised a cup of wine “Do it Diana…finish her off once and for all.
Diana looked back down…her hand slowly sliding along the flat taught belly…down to the thigs, her fingers brushing the sopping wet silken nether lips. Diana leaned in as her fingers circled and leaned in whispering to Shayera’s ears “Fuck you little slut I am going to enjoy watching you be Vandal Savage’s door mat thru many lifetimes” and thrust her middle finger into the other woman’s warm steaming sex.
Shayera’s eyes rolled up into her head and her mouth opened in a silent moan her wings extending, her fingers…her toes pointing as the Amazon finger fucked her, curling her middle finger right to Shayera’s G spot.
“That’s it” she smiled fingering her wet hand in firmly finger fucking the Thaigarian slave and feeling her body clench around her finger.
“Shut UP cunt” she said thru clenched teeth, all her frustration from months at the whim of others overwhelming Diana as she worked the other woman’s pussy without mercy.
Shayera trembled and shuddered, the other woman’s play thing…convulsing firmly continuing for 45 full seconds.
Panting and aroused from “the kill” Diana looked down and was shocked at the Change. Gone was the independence…in its place was clearly a pet, the free will was there, but now it was free will to follow her implanted fetishes and lusts….
Slowly Diana stood, her body glistening with sweat in the spot light. She looed down at what was left f Hawk Woman…” get on your knees” she said tersely.
The red head moved obediently to kneel before her team mate…Dana stood naked, her feet spread...her fists on her hips in the classic heroine pose.
Diana reached out with one hand and gripped the silken red trusses in one hand and twisted the tresses cruelly, pulling the helpless woman’s face into her exposed crotch, grinding the smooth cool nose against her damp silken folds between her legs,
Completely lost in lust and venting Diana ground her hips into Shayera’s face, forcing her nose and mouth between her pussy lips. Diana closed her eyes firmly washing the redhead;s face for her and groaning in a bestial lust.
Shayera began to struggle for breath, as Diana batted her hands away “Put them DOWN…behind your back and eat me out…NOW!”
Diana groaned throwing her head back as the other woman’s hands dropped limply and went to the small of her back, she felt Shayera’s tongue extend deeply into her body and felt the other woman begin gently suckling and swallowing the pussy juice, HER pussy juice.
Stepping over Shayera’s shoulders, still twisting that red hair cruelly, Wonder Woman straddled Shayera’s face, taking her own pleasure “that’s right EAT it” she paused pulling Shayera’s face back so the woman could take a breath and so Diana could spit in it.
Then she remounted her teammate’s, face back to work…grinding and feeling the other woman licking desperately to bring her off.
By Now Shayera was nearly a limp rag…but Diana did not stop…feeling her climax near…she pressed the other woman’s nose and mouth hard between her legs and climaxed, the amazon walls clenching around the Thanigarian tongue as the other woman swallowed desperately to keep from drowning…
Panting heavily, glistening as if oiled, Diana stood in the spotlight, Shayera limp clenched between her thighs as Diana caught her breath, feeling the other woman weakly convulsing…
After several long moments, Diana unclenched her thighs and pulled Shayer’a face away from her smooth sex, a line of spittle connecting the lowest part of the smooth Amazonian labia to the Thanigarian lips.
Shayera hung there in the Amazon grip…her mouth hanging open panting, her eyes unfocused.
Above her in their lounges, the males all stared with their mouths open, at the spectacle of Amazon domination, it had been eons since Diana had felt that intense, felt the warrior flush of victory over an opponent.
Diana hated herself for it, but she looked down at the woman with a bit of disgust… looking up…Diana lifted Shayera by her wet hair and dragged the limp woman to Vandal savage’s feet Dropping the nude woman that
“Is that what you wanted?” she said with venom.
Brad was grinning ear to ear “I don’t know if HE wanted it…but…WOW…
Vandal nodded to the others “take my new pet, I want leather jesses permanently affixed to her ankles, and a falcons hood on her and put her in her cage in my bed room.
Diana watched them lead out the winged woman…before several guards ushered Diana to a warm shower. Hans walked by slapping Diana on her bare ass “A guard will take you back to Actaeon…don’t worry about Hawk Woman..
Diana shook her head “don’t worry, I won’t.
In a bright room, a fire place cracking, A young man stood, completely unaware that Vandal Savage knew he was Carter Hall…
Savage stepped out, a completely naked Hawk Woman one step behind, eyes down beside her master, in her arms, an infant girl with small feathered white wings on her back. Savage nodded “Mr. Smith, as agreed, the infant is yours…I applaud that you will raise a mutant and keep her safe.”
Carter, still barely out of his teens kept the contempt from his eyes…Stepping up, he looked at what was left of the soul of his beloved… a naked stripped pet, eager to please and pleasure her master…”The agreed upon price will be in your account” he thought, the price would set him back a decade but it would be worth it.
Carter took the infant gently, and turned to walk out, once outside he held the infant close “when it is time for your spirit to enter, I promise you, you will be fit and ready, he may have won this round….but he won’t suspect I will protect you in your next life”
Sitting in his office, the lovely Shayera straddling his lap as she moved herself up and down on her master, grinding her groin against his as she impaled herself, Vandal smiled taking a deep breath “So nice, he has no idea I switched the curse….16 short years, and I will kill him again, and take possession of your next body, in the meantime he can raise the infant…”
“Now my dear…call me master…I never get tired of that.