Taming of Wonder Woman

The alarm klaxon shrilled through the laboratory as Wonder
Woman sought out the intruder. She couldn’t understand why
the lab seemed so empty. Dr. Roger Thornton was one of the
Defense Department’s greatest scientists. Dozens of guards
should have reached the lab before she arrived.

Yet the lab was deserted.

Ahead, she could hear muffled cries for help coming from
within a storage locker. Racing down the aisle, she grasped
the handle and wrenched the metal door open.

Instantly, a pale blue mist surrounded the Amazon and she
felt her body stop responding to her will.

“Paralyzation gas,” she realized, as her gaze was captured
by a swirling array of lights within the locker. The image
looked almost like a burst of plasma clouds, as it shifted
colors and shapes.

Unable to tear her gaze away, the Amazon felt herself
falling deeper and deeper into a trance.

“Quite effective, don’t you think?” a soft voice purred from
behind her. “The gas immobilizes the victim, giving the
plasma cloud generator time to capture her attention. Thus,
the subject is rendered unable to escape as a series of
subliminal messages are transmitted directly into her
subconcious.”

Wonder Woman’s mind reeled in horror as she realized how
easily she’d been trapped. Suddenly a sharp pain stabbed
through her as an injector was pressed to her neck.

“This particular blend of hypnotic drugs will render you
even more susceptible to the messages encoded into the
plasma burst,” the voice continued.

The Amazon felt her will being drained away as the lights
danced before her and a pair of strong hands began kneading
the muscles of her neck and shoulders, relaxing her even
more deeply into a trance state.

“You feel privileged to serve me, Wonder Woman,” the unseen
voice continued. “It is quite an honor for an insignificant
little slut like you to be chosen as a test subject by such
a great genius as Dr. Thornton.”

Unable to struggle against the array of psychological,
technological and chemical forces dircted against her, the
Amazon felt herself agreeing with the unseen speaker.

Unseen hands stripped away her outfit, leaving her standing
paralyzed and naked as the hypnotic lightshow continued
flashing messages of her worthlessness and powerlessness
deep into Wonder Woman’s subconcious. The hands soon left
her shoulders and traveled over her large, firm breasts,
tweaking her nipples and bringing them to full hardness.

She shivered against the cold as she felt something slip
over her head, tightening around her throat like a noose.
Her skin tingled as she recognized the feel of her own
golden lasso.

“Excellent,” the voice continued. “Now if what I’ve heard
about this rope is true, it should provide the finishing
touch to our little training session tonight.”

Wonder Woman shivered, her sex dampening against her will as
he last vestiges of self-control slipped away beneath the
scientist’s ministrations.

“You are my slave, Wonder Woman. You will obey every command
given to you by Dr. Roger Thornton. Your first and only
loyalty will be to me. Come.”

With that, Diana realized her paralysis had worn off and she
could hear footsteps receding behind her. Her will struggled
against the command, but after a moment’s hesitation, she
turned and began walking after the dark figure which still
held the other end of her lasso like a leash.

“Not like that, slave,” Thornton sighed at the sound of her
footsteps.”

Not understanding how she knew what was expected of her,
Wonder Woman burned with humiliation as she sank to her
knees and began crawling on all fours behind the doctor like
an obedient dog at the end of her leash.

Thornton led her to a small study at one end of the lab,
patting her head affectionately as he bolted the door behind
them.

“Very good, slave,” he remarked, unzipping his pants. “And
now I suppose I should reward you. I will grant you one
request. What would you like as your reward?”

Diana intended to demand that the scientist release her.
Instead, she was horrified to hear the words, “Please,
master, allow me to suck your cock.”

Thornton laughed at the Amazon’s shocked expression.

“Another benefit of my hypnotic lightshow, slave,” he
chuckled. “As your conditioning continues, you’ll find
yourself entranced by penises of all shapes and sizes. If
fact, I’ll wager you’ll learn to love cum above all other
… umm … beverages. Before I’m finished with you, you’ll
have an almost constant craving for semen and there will be
no limits to how deeply you’ll be willing to degrade and
debase yourself to get it.”

The Amazon regarded the scientist in horror as the truth of
his words began to dawn on her. In spite of her humiliation
and her hatred for her captor, she found herself licking her
lips in anticipation of the warm gush of fluid that was soon
to flood her mouth.

“Very well, slave, you’ve earned a reward,” Thornton said.
“You may suck my cock. Now.”

For Wonder Woman, this was the ultimate humiliation of the
evening. As if standing outside herself, the Amazon watched
as she kneeled up and began licking the swollen head of the
scientist’s penis.

A sharp crack rang out and the Amazon reeled as an open hand
landed against the side of her face.

“I said *suck* it, slut,” the scientist ordered.

Stretching her lips wide around his cock, she struggled to
take its length inside her mouth, drawing her cheeks in
tight as she sucked the organ. With one hand on her lasso,
Thornton gathered her long, black hair in the other and
pulled her face down tight on his shaft, thrusting his cock
viciously into her mouth.

Wonder Woman gagged as his cockhead repeatedly struck the
back of her throat, but Thornton refused to slow his assault
on the Amazon’s mouth. Finally, as she was lost in a spasm
of coughing, he climaxed, spraying his thick jism directly
into her throat and leaving her coughing and gagging, naked
and on her knees before him.

“An auspcious beginning, Wonder Woman,” the scientist
chuckled. “But I can see we have our work cut out for us.
You will return to my laboratory at 10 p.m. each Friday
night for another training session with me. And, of course,
you will have no recollection of me or our sessions until I
summon you or it is time for you to return to me. In the
meantime, you will also serve anyone who recognizes you as
the slut that you are. Do you understand that order, slave?
You will treat anyone who calls you ‘slut’ as your beloved
master until … say, six hours … pass without your being
called a slut. At that point, you will return to your normal
self and may do as you wish. Is that understood?”

Burning with humiliation, the naked Amazon crawled to her
knees and nodded. Her embarrassment swelled as the movement
dislodged a rope of cum from her lip and it stretched down
to her ample breasts.

“I didn’t hear that, slave. Did you answer me?”

Shivering, Wonder Woman whispered, “Yes, Master.”

“Excellent,” Thornton chuckled. “Now clean up this mess —
with your tongue.”

Chapter Two

Diana Prince was exhausted when she awakened Monday morning.
Searching her memory, she found Sunday night was a blank to
her. As far as she could remember, she’d come straight home
from work and gone to bed.

But that didn’t explain the fact that she felt like she’d
been without sleep all weekend.

Shrugging it off, the tall brunette climbed out of bed,
mildly surprised to find herself naked. It wasn’t her style
to sleep in the nude. Maybe a hot shower would bring her
back to herself.

The warm water felt wonderful against her tired flesh as the
powerful fingers of the shower massage pounded her muscles.
It wasn’t long before the warm water and the slick, soapy
feel of her hands caressing her flesh as she bathed, began
to have another effect on Diana.

Kneading her firm, tender breasts, she slowly circled her
long nails around the points of the nipples, enjoying the
tingling sensation it sent through her body. Unconsciously,
she rearranged herself until the stream from the shower was
gently massaging her sex as well.

The amazon spread her legs and began fondling herself with
one hand as the water continued to caress her clitoris. At
last, 30 minutes later, she succumbed to a powerful orgasm
and collapsed into a the warm, soapy water collecting in the
tub.

A small smile played across her lips as she relaxed, until
she realized what time it had become. She was already half
an hour late for work. Grabbing a towel, she raced to get
ready.

* * * * *

Steve Trevor was not in a good mood. Diana Prince was over
half an hour late. It wasn’t so much that he had anything of
any real importance to do. It was the principal of the
thing. Diana was supposed to be his assistant, but the way
she’d begun acting lately, you’d think they were more like
partners. It didn’t help that Wonder Woman always seemed to
show up just in time to save the day and make Diana look
like a heroine while Steve took second billing.

No, he decided, it was time to put Diana in her place over
this one. She couldn’t just waltz in here late and expect
him to let it slide.

He wasn’t prepared, however, for Diana when she did arrive.

Dr. Thornton had programmed her well during their first
session together. And in her haste to get ready for work,
Diana hadn’t realized just how well she was carrying out her
conditioning.

Instead of her normal, staid, conservative suit, Diana wore
a short, jet black skirt ending some four inches above her
knees and a pair of four-inch black pumps. The black blazer
fit tightly across her impressive chest and for a moment,
Steve could have sworn she wasn’t wearing a bra. She also
wasn’t wearing a shirt under the blazer and her deep
cleavage was easily visible. Her standard boring bun was
gone as well and her raven hair fell loose against her
shoulders.

Steve decided the liked the new Diana.

Diana herself wasn’t quite sure what was the matter with
her. She still didn’t feel like herself. And on the way to
work, her mind had been flooded with the most bizarre
imaages each time it drifted off. She’d found herself
staring at the crotches of every man she met, wondering what
their cocks would look like. Worse, she’d had to fight down
the impulse to kneel in front of several men and ask
permission to suck their cocks.

It was humiliating.

She’d expected to be safe from these feelings here in the
office, but she found them getting worse. Recognizing the
barely hidden lust in Steve’s eyes as he looked at her,
Diana realized she was becoming aroused.

“You’re late, Diana,” Steve barked. “I will not tolerate
this kind of behavior.”

“No sir,” Diana answered, lowering her eyes until they gazed
at his crotch.

Encouraged by her submissiveness, Steve added, “We need to
get a few things straight, Diana. You work for me. That
means you will obey my rules and my orders, agreed? No more
of this feminist crap. You will do as you are told.”

Diana couldn’t believe her ears as she heard herself
agreeing with Steve. Again, she had that strange feeling
that she was not fully in control of her own will.

“Now get me some coffee,” Steve barked.

Diana practically ran to the reception area to comply. When
she returned, Steve was seated behind his desk, shuffling
through a sheaf of papers. To the Amazon, it was obvious he
was trying to hide the hard-on he’d gotten from ordering her
around. For a moment, she imagined what it would feel like
to kneel at his feet and suck his erection. She pictured
herself naked, her head bobbing up and down furiously as
Steve fucked her face. Of course, she could never do such a
thing. After all, she was Amazon royalty …

“Diana?” Steve barked. “Earth to Diana …”

Startled from her daydream, Diana’s body jerked, spilling
the contents of Steve’s coffee cup into the major’s lap.

Surprised and somewhat outraged, Steve leaped to his feet,
unwittingly uttering the one word Dr. Thornton had
programmed Diana to respond to above all others …

“Damn it, Diana, you stupid slut … What is wrong with you
today?” he exploded.

Hearing the magic word, Diana completely lost her will and
sank to her knees before Steve.

“I’m sorry, master,” she cried out. “Please, allow me to
help you.”

With that, the kneeling Amazon, whipped off her blazer and
began to rub the material against Steve’s crotch in an
attempt to dry his slacks. Steve, for his part, was in
shock, both at Diana’s sudden transformation and the sight
of her naked breasts jiggling slightly as she worked to
clean his pants.

“Who cares about the pants?” Trevor joked, “It’s what’s
inside them I was afraid you’d scalded off.”

No sooner had he spoken than Diana was freeing his belt from
its loops and opening his fly, the shapely brunette pulled
his pants and shorts to his knees and began applying the
blazer to his already swelling cock.

“Damn, those buttons are hot,” he hissed. “Use something
else.”

Quickly Diana unzipped her skirt and pulled it off over her
head, revealing that she was wearing no underwear. Now,
naked except for her pumps, the Amazon used her skirt to dry
Steve’s crotch. When she finished, Diana rocked back on her
heels, kneeling before Steve, her face just inches from his
erection.

“How else may I serve you, master?” Diana asked,
unconsciously licking her lips as she stared directly at
Steve’s rather average cock.

Still not sure what was going on, Steve studied her face and
asked, “How would you like to serve me?”

Blushing with humiliation, Diana answered, “I’d like to take
your cock in my mouth and suck on it until you allow me to
taste your cum, master.”

“Go ahead,” Steve said warily, still not trusting his luck.
Immediately, Diana enveloped his cock in her mouth, pumping
it furiously with her tongue and lips.

For a moment, Steve thought, “I should take up motivational
speaking.” Then, he forgot everything as Diana’s warm, wet
mouth began bringing him closer to his climax.

“Do you really want to taste my cum?” he asked.

“Umm … humm …” Diana hummed, sending delicious tremors
through his cock as she nodded her head.

“Tough,” he said, pulling away from her. “You haven’t earned
it yet.” And with that, Steve began shooting ropes of thick
cum into Diana’s face.

At first, she tried to catch it in her open mouth, but then
Steve grabbed her hair, holding her face back and aiming his
emissions at her eyes and nose. Finally, when he’d shot his
last drop, he grasped her breasts, pulling her painfully
erect on her knees. Then thrusting his cock between them, he
kneaded them around it toweling it off.

“Now you may clean yourself up, Diana,” he said.

Diana began rubbing his cum into the flesh of her bare
breasts and cleaning it off her face with her fingers.
Finally, when her fingers were coated in semen, Steve
chuckled, “If you really want to taste it, be my guest.”

Slowly. sensually, Diana began to lick her fingers clean.

“Hmmm … this could be an interesting day,” Steve mused.

Chapter Three

Diana couldn’t imagine what had come over her in Steve’s
office. To have actually gotten down on her knees and
*begged* for permission to suck his dick … It was
unthinkable.

But she had done it. There was no doubt about that. For a
moment, she had even thought she enjoyed it. But that was
impossible, she chided herself. He had been rude, arrogant
and obscene in his treatment of her.

Now that she was away from Steve, the whole morning seemed
unreal to her. Steve Trevor had given her permission to lick
his cum off her fingers … and she had done it. The very
thought of it made her stomach rebel and for a moment, she
closed her eyes and winced at the delayed reaction.

“Are you alright, miss?” the man in line behid her asked?
“I’ll hold your place if you’d like to visit the restroom
and … well … ah … you look like you don’t feel well,”
he finished lamely.

Thanking the stranger, Diana headed for the restroom. After
all, she had been feeling strange all morning. Perhaps a
splash of cold water on her face would help her feel more
like herself.

Finishing up, the Amazon was about to leave the restroom
when a shot rang out. A large black man wearing a ski mask
had just fired a shot into the air in front of the counter.
Two other men stood off to the sides, covering the bank’s
occupants with machine guns.

“Okay,” the first man shouted. “Nobody move and nobody gets
hurt. We don’t want to kill anyone. We just want the money.”

Gently closing the restroom door, Diana retreated. There
were too many innocent people in the room to start a public
brawl. Catching up to them on the street and following the
criminal’s back to their hideout seemed more logical.

With a determined twirl, Diana shed her work clothes and
changed into the star-spangeld costume of Wonder Woman.
After that, it was a simple matter to exit through the
bathroom window and follow the three men.

They soon led her to a shotgun shack in a rundown part of
town. It was exactly the kind of poverty stricken
environment she’d expected the criminal’s to come from.

Kicking in the door, the Amazon princess burst into the
middle of the living room as the bank robbers leaped into
defensive positions. The smallest of the three men began
firing a burst from his Mac-10 at her, but Wonder Woman
easily deflected the bullets with her bracelets.

The second thug darted in close to the Amazon, swinging a
length of chain, but Wonder Woman leaned back away from the
blow and extended her leg in a graceful kick, sweeping his
feet from beneath him. Ripping the chain from his hands, she
flicked it across the room, knocking out the first thug. A
swift kick to the temple then disabled the man at her feet.

The leader remained on the other side of the room from
Wonder Woman as they eyed each other warily. Shaking his
head in disbelief at the slumped forms of his men, the
robber muttered, “We just took down an entire bank and some
slut in underoos takes you guys apart.”

At the word “slut,” Wonder Woman faltered. She had no way of
knowing Dr. Thornton’s subliminal conditioning was effecting
her. But she did know that suddenly, her confidence was
gone. There was no way she could subdue this man. There was
no reason for her to subdue him, she thought.

“If anything,” the Amazon thought, “I should be on my knees,
worshipping him like a god.”

Shaking the thought from her mind, Wonder Woman concentrated
on capturing the fugitive. Setting her body in a martial
arts pose, she advanced upon him, but the robber could sense
her hesitancy.

Staring deep into her eyes, the theif searched for some sign
of weakness, noting her uncertainty. He also noticed that
she seemed to unconsciously drop her eyes to his belt buckle
every moment or so.

“No, wait,” he realized as Wonder Woman’s tongue darted out
to wet her lips. “Not my belt buckle … she’s eyeing my
crotch.”

The realization proved arousing to the criminal and soon his
growing erection had placed a bulge in his pants. Wonder
Woman’s eyes widened slightly and she licked her lips again.
He could see the points of her nipples showing through the
top of her costume.

“Damn,” he thought, “the bitch is getting turned on staring
at my dick.”

“You want some of this slut?” he asked, grabbing his crotch.
“Got a thing for black dick?”

Again, Wonder Woman hesitated. This was wrong. She should be
subduing this criminal, tying up him and his gang and
calling the police to come pick them up. She should be
punching him through a brick wall for having the nerve to
speak to her in such a manner.

Instead, she found herself slowly sinking to her knees.
Without thinking, she began to remove her top.

“Hold on a minute, bitch,” the massive black man ordered. “I
didn’t tell you to take off your clothes. You just wait
right there until I tell you what you can do next.”

Wonder Woman remained frozen in place, staring listlessly at
the ground as the robber went into the bedroom and began
rifling through things. A few moments later, he returned
with a trio of video cameras on tripods which he began
setting up around the room.

“I want something to remember this by,” he told the kneeling
superheroine. “The day Wonder Woman became a Wonderslut for
my cock.”

Burning with humiliation, Wonder Woman felt a growing hunger
in her groin upon hearing herself refered to as a slut
again. She couldn’t understand what was happening to her.
But she after her morning with Steve … and now this …
she had begun acting like a slut. Why was she allowing these
men to use her this way?

The man’s voice snapped her back to reality … “Now, you
just crawl your white ass over here and I might even give
you a good, close-up look at my dick, slut. Would you like
that?”

Crawling to him on her hands and knees, Wonder Woman
whispered, “Yes, master, I’d like to look at your dick.”

“What else would you like to do with it, slut?” he asked.

Diana was horrified to her herself replying, “I want to lick
it and suck it and feel your hot cum all over my face and
tits. I want you to fuck me like an animal and treat me like
the slut that I am.”

Laughing, the robber answered, “Why don’t you take my cock
out and play with it right now, slut.”

Burning with shame, Wonder Woman opened the criminal’s
trousers and hauled his cock out into the open air. She
couldn’t help but gasp at its sheer size. The man’s member
had to be at least 14 inches long and three inches thick.
Stunned, the Amazon fondled it for a few moments before
flicking out her tongue to capture a bit of pre-cum oozing
from the slit at its tip.

“That’s it, baby,” the man encouraged her, “get it all wet.
I wan’t you to coat that shaft real good with bitch slobber.
You know the slicker you get it with that hot little mouth
of yours, the less it’s gonna hurt when I ram this rod up
that tight little white asshole of yours.”

As the implications of his words sank in on her, Diana’s
head snapped back away from the leader’s penis and her eyes
grew wide with shock. No one had ever taken her that way
before. She didn’t want the first time to be like this …
with this animal … Still she found herself wetting her
lips in order to obey him by licking his massive cock.

In the meantime, the leader had noticed his men coming to.
Knowing what kind of image he presented with Wonder Woman
kneeling before him in her full costume and sucking his
dick, the huge black man decided to give his guys a show.
After all, it was good for his image as a tough guy.

“I said suck it bitch, not lick it,” he shouted, wrapping
his left hand in her long, raven hair. Then, seizing the
base of his enormous organ with his right hand, he told the
cowering superheroine, “What you need is a good, old-
fashioned dick whipping to teach you how to obey your
master.”

With that, the man began whipping his dick against the
Amazon’s face as if it were a bludgeon. Stunned, Diana found
herself unable to escape as he held her head tight while
wailing on her face. The bank robber continued for a good 15
minutes until her face was numb from the blows and his own
orgasm made it impossible to continue. Cumming
uncontrollably, the shot his semen all over her face and
hair, pumping spurt after spurt until his cock ran dry.

Then, releasing her hair and pushing her back off her knees,
he said, “Get undressed, slut. It’s time to party.”

Chapter Four

Struggling back onto her knees, Wonder Woman stared at her
foe in horror. He couldn’t be serious.

“I said strip, slut,” the leader barked. “I want my boys to
see what a sexy whore you are.”

With that, the large, black man turned on a CD player and
slow, erotic dance music began to fill the room. Numbly,
Wonder Woman began to fumble with her top.

“Not like that, slut,” one of the robbers laughed. “Rock
said to strip. We’re expecting to see a show. You can dance,
can’t you?”

Closing her eyes, Wonder Woman shut out the sight of the
three men who were intent upon humiliating her and began
swaying slightly, trying to lose herself in the drums and
bass of the music. Closing everything but the music out of
her mind, she soon found some measure of relief in the soft
movement of her body.

How long had it been since she had danced? Eons, the Amazon
thought, falling into the classic gestures of ancient Greek
dramatic ballet. She was once more at peace with herself
when a rude voice cut through her tranquility.

“Show us some skin, slut,” Rock shouted. “This ain’t no damn
ballet.”

Snapped back to reality, Wonder Woman reddened with shame as
she began slowly removing her top in time to the music. Her
act was greeted by appreciative whistles as her large, firm
breasts came into view. Her tights soon followed, as she
bent all the way over to slide them down her long, shapely
legs. Doubled over with her face almost touching her ankles,
Diana wiggled her round bottom at the man who stood behind
her, before stepping out of the tights and straightening up.

Now, naked except for her calf-length red boots, bracelets
and tiara, Wonder Woman faced her masters. She trembled for
a moment as she realized it was becoming easier and easier
to humble herself before men like these. It seemed as if all
they had to do was command her and she turned to jelly.

Quickly, she dropped to the floor and buried her face
between her knees to hide the look of concern that passed
over her face.

Something was wrong, she realized. She wasn’t controlling
her own actions. And that meant someone else was … but
these men seemed to crude, too boorish to have conquered her
alone. The answer had to lie somewhere else. Relaxing onto
her back, she sensuously began to remove her boots, before
rolling over onto her hands and knees.

Crawling, she circled the room, making eye contact with each
of the three men. As she reached the smallest of the three,
she noticed the youth has his cock out of his jeans was
jerking himself off. Mesmerized, she found her eyes
lingering on the cock, and she licked her lips at the
thought of what the young man’s jism would taste like. Diana
fought the impulse to lick the head of his dick with all her
will, but she could feel herself giving in to her craving
for semen.

Not knowing that Dr. Thornton had programmed the Amazon to
be enthralled by all cocks, the youth knew only that Wonder
Woman was kneeling naked before him, licking her lips at the
sight of his cock.

“You want to suck it, slut?” he asked.

As the youth said the magic word, Wonder Woman’s will was
shattered and she crawled between his legs, wiping the
precum from the tip of his cock with a practiced stroke of
her tongue. A moment later, she’d taken his whole cock in
her mouth and was furiously bobbing her head up and down on
his shaft.

Behind her, the other two men watched her naked ass
wriggling back and forth as she worked on their friend.

“I gotta get me some of that,” the smaller of the two black
men said, unzipping his pants. Moments later, Wonder Woman
felt the head of his cock slip inside her drenched pussy. At
that point, she was too far gone to care what they did to
her. She knew only that the large cock in her cunt had a
satisfying feel to it in spite of the humiliation of her
current predicament.

The first man wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled her
mouth down hard against his cock, thrusting its full seven
inches down her throat. Diana found herself unable to
breathe and began to choke, but the youth refused to yield
and continued fucking her throat as the second man increased
the violence of his own assault upon her sex.

Finally, the youth came, flooding his seed directly down her
throat. Diana spit out his cock as soon as he released her
hair and began gagging, allowing saliva and cum to spill
from her mouth onto the floor.

At this point, the second man, pulled out of her cunt and
jerked her over backward by her long, black hair. With her
knees still bent beneath her, Wonder Woman laid back until
the back of her head rested on her assailant’s thighs and
she caught most of his discharge on her face and breasts.

The Amazon opened her mouth and tried vainly to catch the
last few drops from his leaking penis on her tongue before
the man shoved her back into her previous position with her
face between the youth’s legs. His wet, twitching cock
rested against her face as it dripped onto the floor, along
with much of the excess jism and sweat from her face and
breasts.

“Now clean that mess up, slut” the leader barked, gesturing
at the damp floor.

Her will broken, Wonder Woman began licking the mixture of
cum, saliva and sweat from the floor as the first two men
zipped up their pants and retreated. Feeling the gritty
floor against her tongue, Diana felt her humiliation had
reached it’s deepest point.

Then she felt the head of the leader’s 14-inch cock pressing
against her anus.

“No …” she cried out, but the other two men immediately
leapt forward and grabbed her arms, twisting them upward
behind her back and forcing her face back to the floor.

Diana could have easily overpowered all three of them, but
for some reason she felt powerless as Rock drove his huge
organ deep inside her ass in one hard, brutal thrust. Held
like that, the Amazon cried silently as the robber savaged
her asshole for 15 minutes before pulling out and cumming in
her face.

Naturally, he expected her to lick his cock clean and he
came again as she executed that order. The three men
continued trading places as she fucked and sucked the three
of them over and over again.

Finally, she was given a little peace when, exhausted, the
three men drifted off to sleep. Not surprisingly, the leader
had ordered to her to suck his dick right before falling
asleep. And even though he was now unconscious, Wonder Woman
found herself unable to disobey him. She would continue
sucking his cock until he gave her permission to stop.

Fortunately for Diana, however, none of the men awakened or
spoke to her until the six-hour deadline passed. Still
unaware of Thornton’s programming, Diana didn’t realize that
was the reason she suddenly came back to her old self. She
simply knew that the men no longer dominated her. Filled
with self-loathing for allowing herself to be used and
degraded by them, she quickly bound the sleeping robbers,
arranged the evidence where the police would find it and
called 911.

Dressing quickly, the Amazon rushed out of the door. It was
almost 8 p.m. and she’d promised Steve she’d be at his house
by 7 p.m. And she was supposed to wear a French maid’s
uniform, Diana remembered. “What on earth could Steve have
in mind?” she wondered. “Probably some kind of undercover
assignment.”

Chapter Five

Diana Prince arrived at Steve Trevor’s apartment two hours
later than promised, still without a clue as to why Steve
wanted her in a French maid’s outfit.

Vaguely, she suspected some kind of undercover operation.
Perhaps he wanted her to infiltrate a foreign embassy or the
estate of some wealthy suspect. Still, that didn’t explain
why she had to wear the outfit to meet with Steve in his
home. She was prepared to hear his explanation upon arrival.

She wasn’t prepared for the discovery that it was Steve’s
poker night or that three of her IADC colleagues were seated
around the table. She was even less prepared for Steve’s
attitude.

“Where the hell have you been, Diana?” he hissed, pulling
her through the door. “I said to be here at 7 — not 9.”

“I was held up …” she begin.

“I don’t care, you stupid slut,” he snarled. “I gave you an
order and you’ve disobeyed it. There is no excuse for that.”

Upon hearing herself referred to as a slut, Diana felt her
will slip away. The anger which had been building against
Steve’s arrogance was replaced by a deep sense of guilt. He
was right. There was no excuse for her to disappoint her
master.

“I’m sorry, master,” Diana said. “Please forgive me. I will
do anything to make it up to you.”

“And how will you make it up to my guests?” he said, shoving
Diana away from him. “I promised them a look at the new,
sexy, obedient Diana Prince. They’ve been sitting her
playing cards for two hours without a sign of you. I told
them you’d do anything they wanted all night and you made me
look like a liar. How will you make up for that?”

Miserably, Diana turned to look at the poker players. There
was General Harrison, a older grouch who was Steve’s
immediate superior. He was an old-timer who felt women had
no place in the military. Lt. Col. Davis sat next to him.
Davis was a middle-aged officer with a chip on his shoulder
about intelligence officers in general — probably because
they were only called in after his more direct methods
failed to rectify a situation. Dr. Brendan took the third
seat. The staff psychologist never missed an opportunity to
proposition female operatives. Diana had politely, but
firmly, rejected him many times. Seeing the smirk on his
normally humorless face, she felt a pang of fear at what
that would mean tonight.

“Yes, Diana,” he smirked. “How will you make amends for
denying us your charms all this time?”

Cringing, she realized he wanted her to make amends for far
more than a two-hour wait. The idea of being civil to
Brendan sickened her, but Steve wanted her to please his
guests and she felt compelled to obey him. Desperately, she
turned to Steve with a silent appeal.

“Answer the doctor,” Steve ordered without a hint of
compassion.

“I will do anything my master commands,” Diana said, forcing
a smile. Turning to face Brendan she asked “What would you
like me to do?”

“Ah,” Brendan said, pouncing up her words. “So you don’t
truly feel remorse for keeping us waiting. You just wish to
obey Major Trevor.”

“Yes … I mean no … I …”

“Enough,” he said, rising and approaching Diana. “Look me in
the eye and tell me what you really think of me.”

“I …”

“You have been ordered to answer me, slut,” the analyst
commanded. “Now tell me the truth. What do you think of me?”

Again, she heard her trigger. Hating herself for it, Diana
responded as been programmed. Even though she still loathed
Brendan, the psychological conditioning made her feel as if
she was meant to serve him.

“I can’t stand you,” she said, already dreading the
consequences of her answer. “I think you’re an arrogant
little womanizer who has no understanding of women as human
beings.”

“And yet here you are in your little whore’s outfit,
offering yourself to me simply because Major Trevor commands
it?”

“No, sir,” Diana answered. “I offer myself because it is
what I was meant to do. As pathetic as you are, I am still
inferior to you. You are a man and I am a worthless slut,
not even worthy of your attention. I exist only to worship
the cocks of those who are willing to lower themselves to
allow it.”

For a moment, there was silence in the room as each of them
men studied Diana. Finally, Brendan favored Diana with a
mean-spirited grin and patted his groin.

“Then let’s begin services,” he snickered.

Chapter Six

Resignedly, Diana knelt before Dr. Brendan and uttered the
words she knew he wanted to hear.

“Please, sir, may this worthless slut worship your cock?”

Her face reddened with humiliation and she kept here eye
focused on the growing bulge in the therapist’s slacks as
she waited for an answer.

“Look me in the eye and describe exactly how you would like
to worship my cock,” Brendan commanded.

Meeting his eyes, Diana licked her lips and began speaking
as if in a trance, the words coming as a combination of
Thornton’s mind control efforts and her own understanding of
what Brendan and the other men wanted to hear. How much was
an act to please her masters and how much was her own
growing enjoyment of humiliation, she couldn’t say. The fact
that she found herself becoming aroused as she debased
herself disturbed Diana even more and fed both her
humiliation and arousal.

“I want to run my tongue up and down the length of it,”
Diana said. “I want to lick beneath your balls and taste
your sweat. I want to coat every inch of your cock with my
spit, then I want to rub it all over my face. Then I want to
take as much of your cock as I can in my mouth and feel it
sliding in and out, over my tongue as I lick you. I want to
force myself down on you until I can feel the head of your
cock against the back of my throat and I want to fuck myself
hard on your rod. Then, when I can’t take anymore and I’m
gagging myself on your dick, I want you to wrap your hands
in my hair and thrust even deeper. I want you to choke me
with your dick until you cum in my mouth.”

“I believe we can allow that,” the doctor chuckled. “You may
begin.”

And so it went. Diana crawled from man to man on her hands
and knees. Stopping before each man, she further debased
herself by asking permission to suck his cock and performing
whatever obscene requirement he imposed before allowing her
to pleasure him.

Steve had her lick his boots. Harrison had her bend over,
grab her ankles and count as he spanked her. Davis had her
masturbate slowly with a beer bottle until he was hard.

The blowjobs where all the same. Diana, kneeling, sucking,
choking and gagging as one man after another pulled her hair
and tried to ram his cock down her throat. More than once,
Diana found herself coughing around the hard cock in her
mouth as she desparately attempted to suck in air through
her nose. Steve found it particularly funny that she was
choking so badly on his cock when he came that Diana blew
cum through her nose. Harrison pulled almost all the way out
of her mouth so that she tasted every spurt of his cum.
Davis pulled out all the way and came all over Diana’s face.

Through all of it, the verbal humiliation continued. That
was the worst. It wasn’t just hearing the words. It was
believing them. Over and over Diana was called a slut. Over
and over it turned their casual insults into commands —
programming Diana would be forced to follow. Even though she
was unaware of the reason, Diana felt the changes taking
place in her psyche. She felt herself becoming the sex
object these men told her she was.

“The slut loves this,” Brendan said, thrusting deep enough
to gag her.

“She can’t get enough cum.”

“The bitch loves it when you hurt her. Pain turns her on.”

“This whore will do anything for a taste of cum.”

After she had blown them all, the men turned to abusing
Diana’s other orifaces. She took on all four men repeatedly
in every combination imaginable before the night ended.
Then, as she was finally allowed to rest, Steve slapped
Diana on her ass and smirked, “Have the coffee ready before
I get to work tomorrow.”

Chapter Seven

The rest of the week was a nightmare of sex and humiliation.

Diana’s programing wore off during the night. So when she
arrived at work Tuesday morning, the idea of making coffee
for Steve Trevor never crossed her mind. She remembered his
parting remark from the night before, but never dreamed he
was serious.

Her main thought was that she had to regain her dignity
after the night’s debauchery. Diana couldn’t imagine what
had possessed her to allow Steve and his friends to abuse
her but it was most certainly going to end. She mentally
rehearsed her opening remarks while getting dressed — all
the while failing to note that she was dressing much more
provocatively than usual thanks to Dr. Thornton.

When Steve arrived at the office, Diana smoothed her
clothes, pulling the sheer silk blouse tight against her
nipples and rose to meet him.

“We need to talk, Steve,” she began.

“In my office,” Trevor replied, nodding curtly.

Diana followed along behind him, closing the door nervously
as she began her speech a second time.

“About last night …”

“Where’s my coffee?” Steve asked.

“I haven’t made any,” Diana said. “About last night …”

“That’s not good,” Trevor said, slowly unbuckling his belt
and tugging it through the loops. “You realize I have to
reprimand you for disobeying orders.”

Diana’s jaw dropped in disbelief. Steve Trevor actually
believed she would allow him to whip her with a belt. It was
inconceivable.

“You arrogant little prick,” she stammered, her carefully
prepared speech forgotten in her rising anger. “You must be
out of your mind.”

“Right,” Steve said, slashing the belt through the air a
couple of times. “I must be out of my mind to expect a
cocksucking slut like you to be able to make coffee or obey
a simple order.”

At the sound of her trigger, Diana felt her ability to
resist slip away.

“You obviously shouldn’t be treated like an assistant,”
Steve continued. “You’re a cum slut and should be treated
like one. Take off your clothes … NOW.”

Diana leaped to obey him. Mindlessly stripping until she
stood before Steve in only her five-inch black pumps.

“Now bend over the desk,” he said, shoving her roughly
forward.”

Bending at the waist, Diana placed her palms on the desk and
waited for instructions. Behind her, Steve sighed in disgust
as he kicked her feet apart.

“Spread your legs, bitch,” he snarled. “Wider … and bend
all the way foward like this.”

Diana felt his hand pressing between her shoulder blades,
forcing her torso down onto the desk. The cluttered metal
debris of thumbtacks and paperclips bit into her breasts as
her check touched the smooth, cool wood. Steve loved the
cries she made as he pressed harder, grinding her chest into
the clutter.

“You love this, don’t you, slut?” he asked, caressing her
bare ass and sex as he tortured her breasts. “Answer me,
slut.”

“Yes, master,” Diana whined. “I love this.”

Slowly, Steve began finger-fucking the Amazon as he forced
her to shimmy her chest into the bits of metal.

“And what are you?”

“A cum slut, master. I’m your cum slut.”

With that admission, Diana felt Steve’s belt bite into her
naked ass. Having been worked into a frenzy of need, the
pain seemed unbearable to her sensitive nerves. Steve kept
up the savage whipping until Diana was hoarse from
screaming. Them he thrust quickly and brutally into the
Amazon’s unprotected ass. She continued screaming as Steve’s
weight slammed her thighs against the edge of the desk and
ground her chest into the tacks. When he felt himself
cumming, Steve Trevor pulled his cock out of the Amazon’s
ass and held it up to her face. Opening her mouth, Diana
caught jet after jet on her tongue.

“Good cum slut,” he chuckled, patting her on the head
condescendingly. “Now go get that coffee.”

The rest of the day was filled with fetching coffee and
donuts, sharpening pencils and carrying out a variety of
other menial tasks designed to teach the secretary her
place. Steve particularly enjoyed having her clean his shoes
with her tongue. When she wasn’t being used, Steve had Diana
kneel by his desk so that he could fondle her from time to
time.

That night, as her programming wore off, Diana decided it
was time Wonder Woman had a long talk with Steve.