A new Diana awakens

Back in the real world Diana’s eyes snapped open.

“No!” she gasped. It was the last word the old Diana said. She closed her eyes then opened them again. They were soulless white orbs. Slowly a smile formed on her face. She stood and unwrapped the black lasso from her naked form. Its texture was now more like smooth latex. She ran the smooth surface across her skin. Where had this delightful object come from?

“Oh how delicious. I’m definitely keeping you. So much better than that old thing,” said Diana, glancing at her old lasso, still sat on her uniform in the corner of the room.

Diana cracked her lasso like a whip. The tip split into three sharp prongs, sparks of red energy arcing between them. She expertly flicked the lasso to the corner of the room where her uniform, bracelets of power, tiara and old lasso sat. The prongs landed on the pile and instantly glowed white hot. Through the obsidian handle Diana could feel the whip absorbing all the power contained in her gear. In a few seconds the gear had been replaced by a pile of black ash and her whip was throbbing with energy.

“I wonder…”

Diana cracked her whip again, this time wrapping it around her body. The feeling of the smooth surface on her skin was sumptuous. The whip glowed again, acting as an extension of Diana’s corrupted will, and slowly started to spread out, forming a new costume for her. Diana felt it creeping over her skin, reforming itself to her will. It crept over her leg, flattening to her skin then forming a devilishly high heeled stiletto shoe on her foot. Tendrils leapt from one foot to the other, giving her a matching pair. On her body a tight dress formed, all made from the latex-like material of the whip. The dress barely covered her heaving breasts and was split deeply down the middle showing acres of cleavage. Around her shoulders a heavy cape formed. A mask formed on her face, topped with devilish horns, hiding her identity. No-one would know she was Wonder Woman unless Diana wished it.

Finally a pair of gloves formed on her hands. Diana lifted them in the air and from the palm of her right hand a duplicate of her whip formed, writhing around in the air and crackling with the same strange energy.

Wonder Woman was no more. The creature that wore her body was now pure evil. Corruption filled her every pore. Any purity had been driven out by the wicked soul she now possessed. Her eyes were inky black pools. The power the whip had absorbed from her bracelets, belt and tiara was now contained in her wicked new costume and she felt stronger than ever.

Suddenly images started to flash through her mind, like memories of events she had never witnessed. She saw her old friends defeated, destroyed or corrupted into wicked servants. A devastated world bowing before her might. One image stuck with her in particular. Diana closed her eyes and suddenly the scene played out in her mind as if she was there. She saw Supergirl, bowed at her feet with a wicked grin on her face. She smiled and showed off tiny fangs then held her arms together in front of her, pressing her breasts together in an obvious attempt at seduction. Diana felt something she’d never felt before. She lusted after the girl.

“Take me Master, make me yours forever,” she whispered.

The image ended, too soon for Diana’s liking. Then she realised, she could make it true. She’d bring the young Kryptonian round to her way of thinking, and why stop there. There was a whole planet full of superpowered beauties to dominate.

Suddenly Diana's communicator buzzed. She picked it up and frowned.

"What do those fools want?"

She looked down at herself. She didn't want to give away her transformation yet. The combined might of the Justice League might be enough to defeat her. Diana cracked her whip again. In a bright flash of red light her wicked new costume was replaced by her old Wonder Woman outfit. She could feel the wonderful latex -like texture on her skin of the whip masquerading as her old costume, a symbol of justice and good warped as much as her soul. The glow in her eyes subsided and she was back to looking like her old self.

Diana flicked open the communicator.

"Wonder Woman, good. I need your help," said Powergirl.

Diana smiled, looking at Powergirl with new eyes. She was sumptuous. This Kryptonian would make a mouth watering appetiser before she got to the main course of corrupting Supergirl.

"What is it Powergirl?" said Diana innocently.

"It's Etrigan. He's attacking New York. I could use a hand defeating him."

"On my way," said Diana and closed the communicator.

She strode majestically towards her window, then stepped out onto the wing of her waiting invisible jet.