Chapter 2: Enslaved Clay
The Monitor paused the view from Universe 107, pondering what he had just watched.
It only took a failed deflection and one different decision by the mobsters to bring low Wonder Woman, the most powerful woman in the world.
The Monitor knew that the lives of superheroines was fraught with danger. Not only did they risk death by fighting against evil, but defeat could also mean sexual abuse and enslavement.
He considered, then zoomed to another universe that seemed to be affected by the malignancy targeting Wonder Woman. In this universe, numbered 76, slightly more patience and planning enabled an adversary of Wonder Woman to isolate and enslave her. Furthermore, not only was Wonder Woman defeated, but her defeat also led to the complete destruction of the Justice League!
The Monitor watched intently...
"Was there any doubt?" Doctor Terhune declared proudly as the stunned onlookers watched his plants rapidly regenerate their stems and leaves after being pummeled by firepower from the gathered military vehicles.
Major Diana Prince of the US Navy watched in amazement as the plants grew back in moments, proof of Doctor Terhune's scientific breakthroughs in genetic splicing. She had managed to get herself assigned to oversee his experiments, to ensure that his noble dreams of using such technology to benefit mankind would not be abused by some over-eager general.
Suddenly, the ground rumbled, and the ground starts to heave. Exploding out of a fissure in the ground rises a huge worm like creature carrying gun pods on its back manned by helmeted men. They open fire on the shocked and unprepared troops, while Diana dashes for cover.
"In all this confusion, nobody will see me make a rapid change into Wonder Woman!" In the midst of the confusion, Diana whips out her Lasso of Truth and spun it over her head, angling it down over her body to transform into the mightiest superheroine in the world, Wonder Woman!
Wonder Woman was clad in her iconic costume. Red corset exposing her strong shoulders with a golden W over her prominent breasts, golden belt accentuating her thin waist, blue shorts with white stars covering her shapely bottom, sleek red boots with white jettison stripes at the rim to emphasize her long legs. Her invincible bracelets adorned her wrists, and on her forehead she wore a golden tiara with a single red star, proving her status as a Princess of Themyscira, here to protect Man's World.
"And this is definitely the better guise for dealing with giant monster worms!" She declared proudly.
"Doctor Terhune!" Wonder Woman raced into action and saw four of the strange men grab Dr. Terhune and began to drag him away.
"Help! Please help! These monstrosities won't release me!"
"My best bet is to peel off those creatures off him one at a time! Once caught by my lasso, they'll have to obey my commands!" The Amazing Amazon unhooked her lasso from her hip and managed to snare one of them around the leg, tripping him up.
However, as Diana did so she sensed confusion, pain, and suffering in the mind of the creature, causing her to wonder what manner of being he is.
"Arrgh!" Before she could consider any more, her thoughts are abruptly interrupted by a blast from the worm creature. The Champion of the Amazons cried out in pain and let go of her lasso as she fell to the ground.
"I focused too much attention on that pathetic creature and not enough on what was going on around me! Not sure what I was hit with, but I have to change my tactics!" Wonder Woman laid on the ground, her chest heaving as she regained her breath.
After just a few seconds, she climbed back to her feet. "I need to get myself together! The worm is escaping with Doctor Terhune with tremendous speed!"
"It's also rather hard to miss!" she mused gratefully as she raced down the tunnel left behind by the burrowing beast.
But after a while, she finds something unexpected. "The worm's trail is not as easy to follow as I thought! The contours of the tunnel is left keeps shifting... as though the beast's shape or consistency were constantly changing!"
The brave Amazon suddenly found her boots sloshing through a slimy substance. "Merciful Minerva! I don't understand this... the tunnel floor was rock solid before..." She knelt down to find the once hard tunnel floor now covered in clay. "But now it's covered with more and more of some slimy substance!"
Thankfully, her lasso was on the floor, and she recovered it gratefully. "The way ahead is blocked too, as if by pieces of the creatures themselves! But I do have a clue to where they were headed!"
She looked up, gauging the direction of the creatures' journey. "Next stop... Gateway City!"
She quickly called her robot invisible plane to her aid, and was soon in flight to Gateway City. When she neared the city however, she was intercepted by several flying monster-and-machine creations that looked like cybernetic pterodactyls with guns mounted on their bodies.
"Hola!" The Amazon Princess lassoed one of the flying beasts and made it crash into the other creature. Once again, the creatures begin to melt into clay.
"I think I can figure out who sent them!" Wonder Woman directed her plane to the headquarters of CC Biotechnologies.
With a thunderous crash, the mighty Princess of Power smashed through the walls of the building and through into the penthouse office, occupied by a woman with short brown hair.
Wonder Woman suddenly recognised her and cried out, “Christine!”
She stood before Christine, and said, "Christine, we were friends once." The Amazon clenched her fists, ready for battle. "But you've changed... if it wasn't clear back then, your actions today have left no doubt!"
Diana tensed for the confrontation. "What have you done with Doctor Terhune?"
Christine simply replied, "You don't intimidate me, Diana, not with your Amazon strength and certainly not your moralizing! I have power of my own now, you see..." Clay began to move and gather at Wonder Woman's feet.
"Power to destroy even you!" The mass of clay at Wonder Woman's feet suddenly sprouted tentacles to grab hold of the Amazing Amazon.
Wonder Woman could feel that something was very wrong this time even as she tried to fight free of the clay tentacles. There was a strange sensation, and she realised the terrible truth... the clay could kill her!
Christine laughed in glee, "Yes! You were made of clay, Diana, and granted life by the magic of the goddesses. Your affinity for the living clay I command prevents you from shucking it off!"
As Wonder Woman struggled fruitlessly against her bondage, Christine continued, "And if I wish it, it can absorb you completely, making you, the Amazon Princess, nothing but a memory!"
The watching Monitor wondered what sort of past Christine had to be able to consider such a hideous act.
Meanwhile, a helpless Wonder Woman recalled her past with Christine Cade, and once upon a time they were like sisters.
Years ago, Diana was only a child and had no contact with Man’s World. Christine had been the only survivor of a shipwreck and had been washed ashore on Paradise Island. Now an orphan, Christine had lived with the Amazons, learning their ways.
Christine and Diana had become fast friends. They had both shared an aptitude for science and spent many hours with Paula, the chief Amazon scientist.
But the thrill of discovery meant different things to each of them. One day Christine had rushed to tell Diana of an amazing new discovery but before she could explain the Goddess Athena had appeared before them.
Athena had told Christine that what she had just learned how to do was never meant for mortals to tamper with and that she should forsake her experiments and promise never to renew them again. Christine had meekly promised not to but the next day she had left Paradise Island by stealing one of the boats and had never been seen again.
"Ever wondered what happened to me, Diana?" Christine gloated. "I returned to civilisation and had entered the field of biotechnology at its very beginnings. My Amazon scientific training gave her an edge that I parlayed into a personal fortune! Once I founded this company, I could devote myself fully to working with living clay... the results of which you have already seen!"
"No!" Wonder Woman protested. "This is just a pervasion of the gift of life! You've made these creatures your possessions and given them lives of hopeless pain! Did you learn no moral values at all when you lived among the Amazons, Christine?"
Christine scoffed. "I learned that power means nothing if you fail to use it! My living weapons will revolutionise warfare... and any nation that wants them will have to come to me!"
"But you came for Doctor Terhune! Abducted him! Why?"
Christine smirked. "My process is still unstable! The clay can only remain animated for a short time. Terhune’s own experiments might hold the key to solving that problem, making my creations indestructible!"
"No! Christine, you must not!" pleaded Wonder Woman. "These creatures have suffered enough!"
The evil scientist laughed, "The suffering has only just begun, Diana! You are mere clay... living clay that is mine to command!" Christine activated a control panel, and pressed a button.
Wonder Woman gasped as she lost control over her own body, her thoughts, her very soul, seemingly separated from her physical form. Her mighty body was under Christine's control, and that fact hurt her Amazon soul.
"Yes! You are under my domination now! So much for the mighty 'Wonder Woman'! You'll provide me with a useful test subject to improve on my formula!" cackled Christine gleefully.
"Your fate is sealed, Wonder Woman. And I have already arranged for suitable... entertainment!" Christine pressed another button, and soon several suited men appeared in her office.
All of them had large, hungry looks in their eyes. They couldn't believe their luck - that the famous Amazon princess would finally fall prey to them!
Wonder Woman felt her heart break as she saw them looking at her with lustful intent. Despite being enslaved, she knew exactly what they wanted of her. She cursed herself silently for having put herself in this situation and wished desperately for someone to save her.
Christine motioned toward Wonder Woman.
"Do enjoy yourself," she sneered. "Remember, Wonder Woman, you belong to me now. No matter how fiercely you struggle against your destiny, your flesh, your essence, is bound to my will forevermore! Now, I order you not to resist these men as they take you!" With these words, Christine turned away from Wonder Woman, leaving her feeling utterly helpless.
As Diana watched Christine walk away, tears streamed down her cheeks, knowing there was little hope of escape. She could not even utter a cry of protest.
All she could do was watch in horror as she realized that she was about to suffer the worst humiliation and degradation ever inflicted upon her. Just thinking about it filled her with despair, fear, and shame, threatening to crush her spirit.
This wasn't how Wonder Woman was supposed to end - a slave to others' pleasure!
This was abhorrent and unjustifiable, a betrayal beyond comprehension. As she lay prostrate, unable to move, held captive in her own skin, her mind raced frantically trying to find a solution. Each second seemed like an eternity as she awaited her ultimate humiliation. Tears streaked down her face, her chest heaving with sobs as her body trembled with apprehension. Her stomach twisted violently, her throat constricted as she swallowed hard to suppress the nausea.
But despite her mental anguish, her body remained locked in place beneath the merciless clutches of Christine's malevolent spell. Her head hung low in defeat, her shoulders slumped forward in acceptance of her grisly fate.
Wonder Woman closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the impending assault, willing herself to ignore the horrible reality unfolding around her. Her hands unable to even clench into fists as she fought to maintain some semblance of dignity amidst the degradation.
Whenever she thought she could bear no more, the men approached closer and their filthy hands grazed her supple curves, triggering another wave of disgust to consume her. Their lewd remarks further fueled her rage, yet she was trapped inside this hell.
The men circled her slowly, taking turns to grope different parts of her without remorse.
Their calloused hands grabbed at her firm breasts, causing goosebumps to rise on her smooth skin. They savored every touch, reveling in the forbidden delight, while she felt the deep humiliation of her predicament. This invasion of her privacy was worse than anything she had ever imagined possible. Her skin burned hot with anger, hatred coursing through her veins like fire. Yet, she could not even show even the slightest hint of resistance, her body under Christine's complete control.
Every attempt to deflect her gaze, look away, close her eyes, or shield herself proved futile as her limbs refused to obey her commands. Her breath caught in her throat, fighting back waves of revulsion, anger, and resignation. These depraved acts threatened everything she stood for, everything she believed in.
Desperate to escape, Wonder Woman summoned up all her strength, mentally willing her muscles to react, but they didn't budge – Christine's hold on her remained absolute. Every fiber of her being yearned to push back against those who sought to debase her, but she found herself powerless. Unable to fight, she simply had to endure, forcing herself to stand tall despite the internal torment tearing her apart.
The men continued to explore her body, running greedy fingers along her toned arms, kneading her strong thighs, tracing patterns across her flat abs, pinching her full, round bottom. Every carnal action evoked shudders of disgust, anger, and self-loathing throughout her entire frame.
Her whole existence revolved around protecting innocents, promoting justice, preserving peace, and upholding morality. Seeing herself reduced to nothing more than a sexual object ripped her apart emotionally. Deep down, she struggled valiantly against the notion that such a thing could happen to her. It went completely against her principles and ideologies.
However, none of this affected her physical condition. Still, the Amazing Amazon could feel every rough finger dragging down her body, hear every vulgar comment whispered amongst the group, and taste the saliva spit upon her.
Her lips quivered slightly as tears welled up once more in her beautiful blue eyes. Diana's mind raced furiously as she tried to figure out a way to get free from Christine's grasp. How could she possibly escape? Was there something she hadn't considered? But before she could gather her thoughts, the men started moving in closer. Panic shot through her veins.
This was happening far too quickly. Desperately, she searched her memories for any hidden talent, skill, or technique that might grant her an advantage during this terrifying encounter. Regrettably, however, she drew a blank. There was absolutely nothing she could draw upon here and now.
She began to lose track of time, her sense of awareness becoming blurry. Each moment seemed to last an eternity. The events unfolding around her took on surreal proportions as panic consumed her being, sending her spiraling deeper into darkness.
Feeling utterly vulnerable, hopeless, and ashamed, Wonder Woman could hardly contain her mounting agony. Her mind rebelled against accepting her role as a sexually submissive plaything, a position that contradicted her moral code and values profoundly. She ached with frustration, struggling to reconcile the stark contrast between her present circumstances and her heroic persona.
Wonder Woman, the symbol of truth, justice, and honor, forced to succumb to such baseness. The irony burned like acid through her consciousness, creating a cognitive discord she feared may permanently scar her psyche.
One man reached for her firm breast, his hand lingering on her soft skin. His thumb brushed past her nipple, causing her insides to quake with indignity. He smiled maliciously when he noticed her reaction, relishing the opportunity to cause distress.
His rough hands moved expertly over her body, eliciting moans of excitement from him and gasps of shock from her. Even though the touch was unwanted, there was still something inherently sensual about the act itself. It made her want to turn away, covering herself from view, but she couldn’t. Instead, she just kept her head up, refusing to acknowledge their presence.
The other men joined in, each taking turns to fondle her various parts. They touched her, kissed her, rubbed themselves against her.
Their crude gestures, dirty comments, and perverted demands only served to heighten the sickening feeling gnawing away at her soul. Diana tried to avoid meeting their gaze, instead focusing on a point above their heads, anywhere else but on their faces. To meet their eyes would be to see herself reflected in theirs, acknowledging their ownership over her, something she simply could not allow.
Each man took his time exploring her perfect form, mapping out each curve, valley, and hill, as if memorizing a treasure map leading straight to her core.
Their hungry eyes lingered possessively on each delicate feature, claiming them as spoils of war.
Christine cackled madly, using a remote monitor to watch her underlings run rampant over Wonder Woman's previously undefiled body. She was loving every minute of seeing Diana demeaned and desecrated; after all, it was her vengeance for what the woman had done years ago.
The men moved to the next step. While Wonder Woman could not move her body, she was not stiff by any means. They laid her onto the floor on her back, while one of them fetched a mattress. They spread out her arms and legs, stretching her wide open for their pleasure.
With unbearable anticipation, Diana watched as they prepared the bed. Her heart pounded wildly, fearing what came next. As the men gathered around her, she steeled herself for the worst. Not able to resist, she allowed herself to cry silently.
Hot tears fell freely from her eyes, streaming down her cheeks. Sobbing inconsolably, she knew the damage these vile men were doing to her reputation, her name, her very essence. All of this was beyond comprehension. She remembered the days where she had been seen as a symbol of hope, courage, and love. Now, all of that meant nothing as she lay helpless in front of these monsters. What good was saving others if she couldn't save herself first?
If she couldn't find a way to break free from Christine's ironclad control, then how could she continue standing as a symbol of hope, bravery, and justice?
As she wrestled with her inner turmoil, one of the men stepped forward and positioned himself between her legs. With a devilish grin, he held her captive gaze as he slipped off his clothes, displaying his naked flesh, muscular, and heavily tattooed. His cock swelled and hardened, pointing eagerly toward her entrance. Another followed suit, stripping down until only raw masculinity remained exposed, ready to fulfill their primal needs.
Diana closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out their sight. This wasn't supposed to happen to Wonder Woman. She had always prided herself on never having let anyone else take control of her.
But here she was, rendered powerless, forced to submit to the will of evil men.
It felt like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from. Despite her struggles, there was no escaping the reality that surrounded her. Her mind raced frantically, searching for ways to regain some semblance of control. However, nothing seemed feasible in her current predicament.
Feelings of shame and betrayal coursed through her veins as one man straddled himself over her prone body, his heavy breathing echoing loudly in the small room.
Christine said over the intercom, "Take it slow boys! Make sure she enjoys every second of it!"
The men laughed in agreement. The atmosphere filled with testosterone and male dominance. Their rough hands grabbed Wonder Woman roughly, positioning her exactly as they wanted her - a mere piece of meat, a tool for their satisfaction.
She wept inside, so angry and humiliated. Never had she ever submitted to another person, least of all, allowing someone to violate her sacred body. Yet, even as her spirit raged within, her body yielded involuntarily to their forceful movements.
"Get her wet first," commanded Christine over the speakers.
Immediately, one of the men leaned forward, his mouth closing in on her sensitive bud, pressing gentle kisses upon it through the fabric of her star-spangled shorts.
The sensation sent waves of confusion cascading through her system. Here she was, defender of Earth, yet lying defeated beneath this man's command.
Her pride shattered as she braced herself for what would come next. Her heart beat faster in apprehension, knowing full well that she was losing more than just her chastity.
The man reached down and slid her shorts off slowly, exposing her smooth, toned thighs, along with her tantalisingly ripe bottom and perfectly formed clit.
Christine taunted over the speaker, urging the men on, “Make sure you tease her properly!” The air grew thick with sexual tension.
One man knelt between her legs, opening her tender flower wide enough to accommodate his throbbing manhood. Her face flushed hot with embarrassment and shame. It hurt her deepest core that she, Wonder Woman, was unable to prevent this from happening. Feeling totally defenseless, she wondered why this was happening to her – why this fate should fall upon her of all people.
Another man knelt down besde her head, and slapped her cheeks with his massive member before inserting it into her mouth ruthlessly. Unable to move her mouth, or even her tongue, Diana could only lie there and endure the horror.
"I know you can't move and can't suck, but this should work." The man placed one hand under her jaw and used it to exert pressure on his cock, the sensation drawing out a moan of satisfaction from him.
He glanced at Wonder Woman, observing her expression which oscillated between disgust and pain. His own gaze displayed a mix of arrogance and contempt as he continued his assault on her dignity.
But what truly infuriated the Amazon Princess was not the fact that these brutish creatures enjoyed hurting her – no, that much she expected. Rather, it was the knowledge that she was being manipulated by Christine, whom she once trusted deeply. Forcing her body to perform acts completely alien to her noble nature – an affront that cut far deeper than any physical injury.
This was an attack on her principles, her sense of self-worth, and her integrity. How could she, whose very existence symbolized strength and independence, be reduced to this level of vulnerability?
Wasn't she supposed to stand tall among heroines, representing honor and nobility? If only she hadn't fallen prey to the tricks of those hell-bent on ruining her. Why did this cruel punishment befell her? Why her, out of everyone? And worse, why now? These questions rang loudly in her tortured mind, pushing her further into despair.
"Oh, Diana, you must be wondering how I managed to set this all up," said Christine. "It wasn't difficult to find out about the firing test, nor was it difficult to find out that the officer overseeing his project was 'Diana Prince'. One photo of this 'Diana Prince', and I knew it was you!"
The evil scientist cackled madly. "It was easy to lay a series of breadcrumbs for you to follow and find me, and here we are! With you helpless, and ripe for the raping!"
"You were always so sanctimonious, Diana. So proud, so arrogant. But now here you lie, at the mercy of men! I will let these men have their fill of you, and then I will extract the secrets of magic clay from your broken body!" Christine ended her monologue with another bout of laughter.
Her plan was nearly complete, leaving Wonder Woman feeling utterly destroyed and broken. Diana cried silently as she tried to summon some kind of energy left in her to fight against this horrible situation, but could not find any way past Christine's control over her body.
Instead, all she could do was sob bitterly, resigned to whatever fate awaited her in the cold grip of the male brutes. Tears streamed relentlessly down her face, mixing with sweat and saliva.
She fought with everything she had, screaming internally, willing her body to move, to resist her violation. However, Christine's technology's iron grip on her body remained firm, preventing her from moving at all.
The man between her legs thrust his fingers into her, fingering her folds. "Hey, this bitch here is a virgin!"
"Yes! Diana had never known the intimate pleasures of a man. You'll be the first!" Laughed Christine cruelly. "Let's see how the mighty Wonder Woman reacts when she loses something dear".
Even though she was powerless, the thought of losing her purity to these monstrous men struck terror into her soul. No matter how valiantly she fought within, her body obeyed without resistance.
Dread consumed her as the man plunged his rock-hard erection into her soft, virgin depths. He pushed in viciously, stretching her with agonizing pain and unrelenting force. Each movement caused searing torment as her maidenhead was crushed by the brutal invasion.
Blood from her broken hymen trickled down her leg while tears stained her cheeks. The pounding force threatened to rip apart the walls protecting her innocence.
As the foreign object invaded her sacred space, it took all her strength to bear the indignity and excruciating pain. Tears fell freely as Wonder Woman suffered under the weight of the assault on her body and her virtue. Her entire being quailed at the notion of surrendering such an essential part of herself. To lose her innocence, to allow others entry where none had gone before… the idea both terrified and revolted her.
As if reading her inner turmoil, Christine spoke again over the speakers, her voice dripping with sadism. "How does it feel, Wonder Woman? Knowing you’ve lost your precious purity?"
Tears flooded her eyes as she desperately searched for any sign of hope amidst the darkness consuming her. Instead, all Wonder Woman found was a growing sense of hopelessness and despair. Her willpower began to waver, faltering under the combined pressures of captivity, fear, and humiliation.
All the while, she could hear Christine's mocking laughter filling the void around her.
Despite her best efforts, tears slipped free, trailing down her face. This time however, instead of anger or denial, guilt swelled within her heart. Guilt for failing those who believed in Wonder Woman. Failing her duty as a protector of justice. Failing herself.
Allowing these evil men to touch her with impunity, ravage her body, and take away her cherished innocence. All because she couldn't break free from Christine's control. As tears flowed down her beautiful face, she realized that she had been stripped of more than just her clothes—she had lost her sense of autonomy, too. Powerless, she felt degraded and emotionally bruised, questioning her worth as a woman and a warrior.
Meanwhile, Christine continued gloating. "Look at this, look at what they're doing to you, princess. Your pure, perfect body getting ravaged by mere mortals. They don't deserve to touch such perfection," Christina sneered maliciously, reveling in the suffering she was inflicting on Wonder Woman.
The pain in her heart intensified as she heard the sounds of her defilement echoing throughout the room. Every stroke, every thrust served as a reminder of her loss of innocence, her betrayal by someone she once called a friend.
She felt like she was drowning in an ocean of regret, wishing she could somehow undo the damage done to her body and spirit.
Feeling helpless and exposed, Diana could do nothing as the remaining man positioned himself behind her, preparing to penetrate her tight rear entrance. Her mouth was still full of a man's penis, while another plundered her vagina.
Panic filled her as she contemplated the impending invasion. It seemed their aim was to stuff all three of her holes with their hideous members. Surely, this would destroy Wonder Woman. Yet, despite her internal protests, her body refused to retreat or offer resistance.
Christine's chilling voice carried across the room, taunting her further. "Now you understand what it means to belong to a man, Wonder Woman. Your days of fighting for freedom and justice are over; soon you'll beg us for mercy." Diana wanted to lash back at Christine, but the technology holding her ensured she stayed paralyzed. Despite the helplessness she felt, she held onto the slightest shred of hope that she might survive this nightmare scenario.
Behind her, the third man prepared to join the party, placing his rigid length inches from her anus.
Diana recoiled involuntarily, unable to accept the looming penetration of yet another hole. She trembled beneath the weight of the humiliation and horror coursing through her veins.
Feelings of shame and violation enveloped her body, burning hot in the core of her being. The final penetration sent waves of raw sensation rippling throughout her nerves. Unbidden, a surge of panic flared inside her, threatening to consume her very being. Her thoughts whirled wildly in a frantic search for escape - even a small reprieve - from the abject misery bearing down upon her.
With every inch of flesh claimed by these calloused hands, Wonder Woman felt a piece of her soul diminishing. She was forced to witness her own degradation, the destruction of her previously untouchable purity.
She wanted to close her eyes, shut herself off from what was happening to her, but she could not even close her eyelids.
Tears poured forth from her eyes as reality hit hard – this was truly happening to her. Never before had she experienced anything so disgraceful, so debasing. Worse, there was no end in sight. The cock finally slithered deep into her anus, spreading her insides wide, causing spikes of sharp pain. Unable to even scream, her mind nearly collapsed.
Everything she had worked for, her principles, her reputation...all shattered beyond repair. These filthy creatures touched her in ways that made her want to die. Their rough, eager movements shook her until she thought her soul would snap.
Christine laughed derisively as she watched the men savor the sweet taste of Wonder Woman's submission. "See, Diana? Even after all these years, you remain just as innocent and naïve. I will tear your body apart for the secrets it holds, then devour your pride, your courage, and your essence as you lay helpless and vulnerable beneath me." Her triumphant tone resonated loudly through the speakers, amplifying the torturous mix of fear and humiliation racing through Wonder Woman's veins.
The pain in her body was almost secondary compared to the torment of having everything that made her Wonder Woman stripped bare before them.
They violated her most private regions, robbed her of her pride, and made her an empty vessel, devoid of the courage and determination that once defined her.
As the relentless barrage of abuse continued, Diana prayed to the gods for deliverance. Her pleas echoed into the void, unheard and disregarded by the cosmic forces responsible for the creation of her very existence. In this moment, she recognized the futility of her prayers; even the divine beings, themselves bound by cosmic constraints, were incapable of saving her from this abhorrent fate.
Diana felt like her very essence withered within her as she struggled to accept the inevitable outcome. The repeated violations tore at her very soul, unraveling the threads of hope until there was nothing left but a tattered remnant of the proud Amazon she once was.
"Please, stop!" she screamed inwardly, her voice echoing eerily within her own consciousness. The lack of response magnified her desperation, forcing her to confront the grim reality of her circumstances.
"This bitch is tight!" The trio's laughter reverberated in her ears, their jeering voices serving as a cruel reminder of her plight.
"Can you believe it?" one of them chuckled, his grip tightening around her waist as his manhood thrust further into her. "Wonder Woman, the ultimate heroine, her three holes plugged by our cocks!"
"Caught in our trap, her glorious virtue shattered like glass," chimed in another, his tone laced with glee.
"We've got her right where we want her." The last assailant grinned wickedly as he slammed his groin repeatedly into Diana's delicate, unwilling rear entrance.
"None of us will have to worry about her coming after us, either," added the man mashing his erect phallus against her lips.
"That's true," agreed the other, "once we're done, she won't ever be the same again."
"No kidding, guys, this is Wonder Woman. I mean, she's supposed to be invincible, right? But she's taking our cocks, and she loves being fucked, doesn't she?" The first man growled, his member thrusting deeper than ever into Diana's unwilling rear passage.
"Yeah, Wonder Woman is just one woman, after all. We've got her right where we want her now - trapped and conquered. Just think about it, the legendary Wonder Woman, reduced to a whimpering mass of flesh, pleading for us to stop," laughed the man pumping his swollen erection into Wonder Woman's vulnerable womanhood. "Sweet, isn't it?"
"I'm glad to have a ringside seat for this spectacle," smirked the man jamming his manhood into Wonder Woman's mouth. "Wonder Woman, caught, degraded, and ravished! Can you believe it?"
"So satisfying," grunted the man violating Wonder Woman's rear passage. "I never imagined fucking an Amazon Princess would feel so incredible."
"Wonder Woman, the epitome of female power in today's world, and now she's my personal fuck toy. Yeah, you'll remember this day forever, won't you?" The man ramming himself into Diana's mouth laughed maliciously, his grin widening with every downward thrust.
Diana felt her resolve waning with each passing second. Her thoughts became jumbled messes, as the humiliating act of being sexually assaulted overwhelmed her senses.
She could only stare blankly at the ceiling, the tears streaming down her face, as she took every thrust from the three men inside her.
The sensation of being penetrated in all three holes, while she remained immobile, was horrific. It felt as if her whole identity was collapsing in on itself. Diana couldn't believe that this was happening to her.
A wave of disbelief washed over her as she stared blankly at the concrete ceiling above her. Her tears flowed freely, staining the exposed skin underneath. Through the haze of her shock, she faintly heard Christine laughing maniacally in the background.
"Ah, Diana, I can almost see the spark of defiance fade from your eyes. Don't worry, darling. You'll be begging for more soon enough," declared Christine with relish. The villainess's ominous prediction lingered in the air, striking fear into Diana's heart.
She could feel her limbs trembling uncontrollably. A feverish flush swept through her body, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her lungs strained to draw in oxygen. Each breath brought with it a new wave of anguish and shame.
Wonder Woman, once proud and powerful, now reduced to a mere plaything for the whims of her enemies. The thought was intolerable, yet there she lay, subject to their lustful desire.
"Do you enjoy our treatment, Wonder Woman?" sneered the man between her legs. "Feels good, doesn't it? Having all three holes filled by our big dicks."
Diana could only grit her teeth in silent protest, her eyes welling up tears. The sheer audacity of their actions was staggering.
Not only were they trying to destroy her physically, but they also sought to eradicate her morale and spirit. The realization gripped Diana tightly, her heartbeat accelerating and palms sweating profusely. She felt naked, exposed to their perverted desires, and yet utterly frozen, unable to move or react.
Each thrust drove deeper into her battered psyche, splintering the remnants of her sanity. Words, lost in the chaos of sensations, coalesced into fragments of thought. Her mind reeled, clinging to memories of a life lived fully, unblemished by the vile deeds of mankind.
"Wonder Woman, the epitome of female power, now our personal fuck toy." The man between her legs hammered his swollen phallus relentlessly into Diana's tender vaginal canal, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Oh, yeah, bitch. How does it feel to be used like this?" The man mauling her mouth pumped his engorged penis rhythmically, forcing her to swallow every drop of pre-cum.
"What's wrong with you, Wonder Woman? Can't handle a little fucking?" The man drilling her rear passage spewed harsh insults, his cock pistoning mercilessly inside her.
His words hung heavily in the stagnant air, punctuated by the harsh slap of flesh meeting flesh. His intense gaze locked onto Diana's, an implicit dare to challenge him.
Diana, her body trembling violently, could only gasp for air as the relentless violation continued. Her tears cascaded unrestrained, streaking down her cheeks in a symphony of sorrow and outrage.
She was no longer the heroic Wonder Woman, but a mere marionette controlled by Christine's twisted machinations. Each thrust of the men's phalluses hammered home the point, shattering any lingering illusions of grandeur.
As their words pierced the cold silence, Diana knew she was trapped. There was no escape from this predicament. It was hopeless.
"You think you're better than us, don't you?" The man between her legs sneered, his swollen organ pistoning rhythmically. "But look at you now. Defeated and at our mercy."
"Hear that, Wonder Woman?" chortled the man muzzling her mouth. "So, let me ask you this, oh mighty Wonder Woman: how does it feel to be so thoroughly defiled, to have every secret corner of your being explored and exploited by mortal hands?"
They started to thrust even more vigorously into the helpless Amazon Princess, ready to ejaculate into her. After all, they were fucking Wonder Woman herself, a feat that seemed impossible to achieve just moments ago.
"Come on, slut, tell us how much you love being raped!" One of the thugs commanded her as he reached out to pinch one of her nipples. The sensation sent waves of agony shooting through her body. Her breasts were her pride, something she held dear, a symbol of her femininity. But now, they were nothing more than toys at the hands of her rapists.
Her magnificent, majestic form now contorted in pain and dishonor. And worse, she could feel blood trickling down her thighs - the price of admission to their hellacious chamber of depravity.
They weren't gentle; they rampaged without remorse, seeking to defile the Princess of Power in every way imaginable. The force of their bodies pressed down on hers, bruising and battering her as though vengeance incarnate, intent on destroying her essence completely.
"How long can you withstand us, Wonder Bitch?" the man between her thighs demanded with a sadistic twist to his smile.
Diana said nothing, her chest heaving visibly as she fought to regain control over her traumatized body. Their relentless assault showed no signs of stopping anytime soon, and the men reveled in their dominance over a figure considered impervious in battle. To hold a goddess hostage, to possess an icon of empowerment so fiercely revered, only increased their pleasure tenfold.
Wonder Woman closed her eyes, feeling as if her whole identity was disintegrating beneath the merciless strokes of the monstrous appendages filling her most intimate cavities. She felt hollow, stripped of her former glory and strength. Diana's once indomitable spirit now flickered weakly, encased in a shell of utter defeat.
Mental fingers attempted to clutch at unseen straws of salvation. Desperation rose in a deafening crescendo within her breast, demanding release and redemption from the torments raging in her throbbing nether regions. Each successive thrust amplified the mounting pressure building within her increasingly tortured form. With each agonizing impact, her spirit weakened, succumbing to the insidious whispers of resignation seeping into her quivering subconscious.
"Ahhhh!" The man thrusting into her vagina finally stopped, his manhood bulging as it finally released its load into her pure womb.
"Yes, take it, Wonder Bitch, take it!" He roared triumphantly, ecstatic at the sight of his seed pooling inside Wonder Woman's pristine feminine sanctuary.
Prompted by the involuntary spasming of her muscles below, the man in her anus also came as well, filling her rectum with viscous liquid, which leaked down into her vagina, mixing with the semen of the previous intruder.
The man violating her mouth also ejaculated, his warm seed flooding her mouth and flowing out to spill on her face and body. She could not even swallow or spit it out as she had no control over her muscles at all. Her costume, the tunic of the Champion of the Amazons, was coated with semen, a vile act of desecration of something hallowed and pure.
This further wounded her soul. Her mother, Queen Hippolyta, had entrusted her with the Champion's tunic, with the understanding that no shame was to ever fall upon her or the costume, but now, the sacrosanct garment hung limply from her body, covered in semen and degradation. Was this her final destiny – to suffer such indignity and debauchery?
Their semen seemed to wash away any remaining traces of her courage and will, leaving but a husk of her former self behind. Tears streamed down her face as the truth dawned upon her – she had been defeated not merely physically, but spiritually too. A heavy burden weighed upon her shoulders, crushing the vestiges of her once unyielding spirit. For all her victories in battle, Wonder Woman could neither prevent nor save herself from the devastation of this unspeakable tragedy.
"Look at you—a broken doll waiting for someone else to save you. What happened to 'Champion of All Women,' eh?" Scoffed Christine Cade. "Here's a little gift for you, I return to you the ability to move, but no powers! Won't want you hurting my men!" taunted Christine, releasing Diana with the tap of a button.
Instantly, Wonder Woman regained movement, yet found herself still held down by the men. She tried desperately to push them off, to fight back, but her superhuman strength was gone. At least some part of her hoped that the loss of her physical prowess might inspire her captors to leave her alone, abandoning their sinister intentions.
However, she knew that such hopes were naive in the extreme. No sooner did she begin writhing beneath their weight than one of the men grabbed her arm, pinning it down ruthlessly. She bit back a cry of pain, determined not to give them the satisfaction of hearing her suffering.
"Stop, please, you've won," Diana managed to croak, blinking furiously against the tears blurring her vision. "Please let me go." Diana breathed raggedly, her plea a desperate whisper under the weight of three ruthless males atop her.
Her head swam, struggling to comprehend how things had come to this. Once, she was a formidable force, a bastion of justice and righteousness. Now, here she lie, pinned down by uncaring oppressors, who met her entreaties with mockery and scorn.
"You're pathetic, Diana." Christine snapped, brandishing her triumphant smugness. "Your vaunted Amazonian ideals mean nothing when your precious Man's World has bested you. Why, you must feel awfully ashamed, eh? Knowing that you were supposed to bring hope and light to humanity, yet you've fallen short of expectations." Christine laughed mockingly.
"Here you are. Raped, all your holes violated by men, humiliated as no Amazon has ever before. You're Wonder Woman no more!" declared Christine gleefully.
The malice evident in her tone sank deep into Diana's weary heart, tearing at what precious remnants of her fading strength remained.
The three burly brutes emitted guttural laughs in response to Christine's diabolic speech, each reaching down to fondle the bound Amazon Princess. As one hand cupped each of her breast, kneading her tender flesh, another hand roughly explored her inner thigh, brushing past her pubic mound teasingly. Diana instinctively bristled against the intrusion, attempting in vain to pull away.
"Round two boys!" Christine instructed her men. "Switch around and plug all her holes again! Keep going until you break her willpower so completely she won't even remember she's ever Wonder Woman!" ordered Christine before she walked off again to observe remotely while doing other work.
With renewed vigor, the trio set forth, attacking the helpless Amazon Princess anew. Hands roamed across her supple body, caressing her curves, exploring every inch of her vulnerable form. Despite her attempts to resist, Diana could do little more than writhe feebly beneath their combined weight.
"Nooo!" Wonder Woman wailed in despair as their manhood plunged into her holes again, the familiar sense of violation overwhelming her with dread. The unrelenting assault threatened to extinguish whatever was left of her warrior spirit.
Time ceased to exist. Wonder Woman existed solely within this moment of abject vulnerability, entirely consumed by the endless cycle of violation. Her pleas fell on deaf ears, swallowed by the relentless pounding of phallic monsters plundering her sacred crevices. Every attempt to claw her way out of this nightmare resulted in failure, fueling her growing frustration.
Despite her resilience, Diana's willpower finally collapsed completely.
"Mercy...please," she whimpered pathetically. An unforgiving cock erupted into her mouth, silencing her pitiful cries instantly. Consumed by the beastly possession consuming her body, Diana thrashed violently against her restraints. Agonizing waves coursed through her veins, igniting fires within the depths of her soul.
Each plunge, both blissful and torturous, carved lines in time. Time melded together as countless erections molested her person, a parade of persistent penetration.
Hopelessness engulfed her psyche, causing an irrevocable tear in her spirit. Every fiber of her being quivered in agony, crying out in silent torment. Her only solace came from knowing that should her resolve finally snap, she would surely fall deeper into the pit of damnation she found herself trapped in. Desperate for release, the Princess of Power struggled vainly to pull herself together, searching blindly for salvation.
But alas, there was no salvation forthcoming – merely eternal suffocation and debauchery. Driven beyond breaking point, Wonder Woman's will cracked like glass under pressure. With no more reserve left in her, she buckled under the torrent of depravity raining down upon her. Overwhelmed by grief, anger, disgust, confusion, and fear, Diana collapsed inward, her mind spiraling into a deep abyss of madness.
Nothing mattered anymore -- not the hope she once represented, not the love and admiration of those she cherished, not even the profound connection she shared with the divine beings who had given her life.
In that horrifying instant, she surrendered completely to the darkness enveloping her soul. A terrifying scream echoed throughout her being, as she descended into oblivion. Exhausted, defeated, devoid of all strength, she simply gave up. Wonder Woman, hero to millions, champion of peace, justice, truth, hope and love, vanished. Gone forever.
In her place was merely the whore Diana, a terrified and broken victim of vicious abuse, stripped of dignity and honor. Her eyes were empty, devoid of any spirit, even as she was brutally raped again and again by the three men.
Even without her powers, Diana retained her natural beauty and her perfect body. Her features were breathtaking--full lips, flawless skin, high cheekbones, and eyes that once sparkled with untold depth. Yet, as she lay motionless amidst an ocean of filth, ravaged by three brutish beasts, her skin was marked with their abuse and coated with their seed, while her eyes were blank, devoid of the life and spirit that once defined Wonder Woman. Gone was the radiant heroine with a thousand stories of valor woven into her very soul, replaced instead by a shattered shell of what she once was.
And thus, the brutal rape dragged on into nightfall. Hours passed since Christine unleashed her wicked plan on the world’s strongest superheroine with the help of her trusted minions. They took turns penetrating Diana's various orifices repeatedly, often laughing cruelly as they savagely assaulted her.
Time and again, they emptied gallons of cum inside her beautiful curvy frame. A river of thick white fluid poured from her pussy, ass, and nose, forming a sea of disgusting slime beneath her. Semen was everywhere: on her costume, her hair, her tits, and her gorgeous face. This was no accident; it was meant to demean and degrade her.
Diana's voice, hoarse from screaming, scarcely made a sound amidst the thunderous chorus of coitus. Like beasts possessed, they mounted her repeatedly, unleashing rivers of cum to baptize her defenseless form, washing away the remnants of the once invincible Amazing Amazon.
Wonder Woman was known worldwide as a paragon of virtue, grace, and purity. And yet, here she laid, naked, sweaty, wet, tired, sore, filled with semen, humiliated. Her eyes were closed from utter exhaustion. They had raped the mighty Champion of All Women into unconsciousness.
"What a fantastic display tonight, gentlemen! We really put the bang in gangbang, didn't we?" applauded Christine with glee. "Wonder Woman, formerly so invincible, brought low through the wonders of science and technology. Look at her, utterly vanquished. Not bad, eh? I bet this has been quite an eye-opener for sweet little Diana," gloated Christine. The wicked scientist turned to address her comrades, who stood erect and ready.
"Well then, ladies and gentleman, shall we proceed with Round Three?" suggested Christine, rubbing her hands excitedly. "I believe our darling Princess of Power deserves a special treat after enduring such trials and tribulations."
The room erupted with lustful laughter, eagerly anticipating the upcoming spectacle. "Besides, I still need a bit of time to finish up my preparations for her." Christine nodded towards the unconscious Diana lying prone on the floor. "Look at her. Utterly defeated by our efforts. Our ingenuity clearly trumps her legendary abilities. Don't you agree, gentlemen?" Without waiting for a reply, Christine walked back to her office.
The assembled group murmured agreement, their eyes scanning approvingly over the defenseless Amazon princess. Even the gruffest of them couldn't deny the erotic spectacle laid bare before them.
Diana, once the invincible, immaculate heroine known as Wonder Woman, worshiped by millions, was utterly powerless before them. Felled by the cruel reality of human perversion, she was utterly devastated. The naked trio gathered around her supine form, eager to continue their grim conquest.
Diana's nude form, normally a testament to womanly perfection, now lay battered and bruised. Her taut belly surged with newfound distension, swollen from the copious amounts of semen deposited therein by her malevolent conquerors. Her powerful thighs trembled softly, a stark contrast to her usual confidence and poise. She moaned softly, her eyelids fluttering open as she slowly regained consciousness.
Diana had been reduced to a mere vessel of tormented agony. Her exquisite body, crafted with equal parts muscle and elegance, lay stretched out before them like a sacrificial offering. The fine dustings of perspiration glistened seductively along her exposed flesh, subtly accentuating her physical attributes. Though a captive, she was nonetheless spellbinding in her current state of distress.
Wonder Woman, Diana Prince—once glorious, undefeatable. Now, she lay flat on her back, awaiting her fate in utter helplessness. Yet, even in her present state, she remained striking. The golden lasso of truth nestled gently beside her hip. Solemn reflections danced within her dull azure orbs, contrasting sharply with the vibrant glow previously inhabited by her wondrous gaze. These luminescent pools, once renowned for capturing the hearts of those fortunate enough to meet her mesmerizing stare, now displayed naught but bleak sorrow and abject terror as the men moved in to violate her again.
Her firm breasts, now slick with seed and the residue of her own bodily fluids, heaved shallow gasps for air as she anticipated the next wave of relentless assaults. Her toned abdomen convulsed uncontrollably, betraying hints of strain beneath the layers of semen. A grotesque mixture of cum and vaginal lubricants dribbled down her legs, staining the concrete floor beneath her.
"What a Wonder Slut," sneered one of the men as he lowered himself to Diana's quivering form, thrusting into her vulnerable womanhood. "Don't worry. Your pretty little face and anal hole will both be stuffed in just a few more moments." His two companions snickered loudly, eager to join in the fun.
With practiced ease, they positioned themselves above and below Diana, trapping her in a vice grip of lust and desire. One gripped her hips tightly, guiding her onto his member, while the other shoved his erection into her mouth, forcing her to choke.
"Shhhh!" growled the man holding her throat, his face twisted with lust. "No more talking, bitch. Just take it, just like a good little fucktoy!"
Diana whimpered softly, her eyes pleading for mercy. But her pleas went unheard as all three men relentlessly pounded her body, seeking to erase every last trace of her former glory, to eradicate Wonder Woman completely. She moaned and cried out despite her best efforts to remain silent, the sheer volume of their combined weight rendering her defenseless.
"That's right, Wonder Whore, beg for more!" spat one of the men, his cock buried deep within her mouth.
Diana mumbled incoherently, her vocal cords strained from the violent penetration. Her eyes welled up with tears, streaking down her cheeks. She looked like a beaten dog, her proud posture replaced by a hunched, fragile figure.
The men continued their onslaught, their faces contorted with pleasure. Their bodies pistoned in rhythm, driving their rods further inside her. Each thrust caused Diana to arch her back, the pain etched deeply in her expression. It wasn't long before she screamed at the top of her lungs, the sounds echoing in the cold chamber, as her body gave in, succumbing to the relentless invasion.
They used her like a common slut, taking turns in all her openings, smearing her with cum, degrading her. Her mouth, her ass, her pussy - everything was theirs to use as they pleased. She felt dirty, used, cheap - her pristine form violated and soiled.
She wanted to die. To escape this living hell. But death eluded her grasp, mocking her desperation. She could only endure their cruelty, their vile deeds. She had lost count of the number of times they had fucked her already - it seemed like an eternity of relentless fucking, of being used and abused.
Her entire body ached from the endless barrage of brutal thrusts, her limbs weak and numb from the exertion. She was exhausted, spent, drained of all energy and spirit.
Yet, they showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. Instead, the tempo of their movements increased, their attacks becoming more frenzied and merciless. She knew they weren't content with merely debasing her, they sought to destroy her completely.
It wasn't enough for them to destroy Wonder Woman, they wanted to dismantle even Diana, the very foundation of who she was. They wanted to reduce her to nothing, to a mere object of their desires. She was their plaything, their toy, their entertainment. They reveled in her suffering, feeding off her screams and pleas, her anguished moans and sobs.
"Fuck that feels good!" one of the men grunted, slamming his pelvis into hers. "Can't get enough of it, can you, babe?" He chuckled darkly, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises.
"Wonder Woman, huh? Well, wonder no more. Now you're just a filthy little slut begging for cock." Another man slammed into her anus, his cock stretching her tight walls, filling her up to capacity. She whimpered softly, trying to escape his grasp, but he held her firmly, refusing to let her go.
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