Jimmy learns more about his newest stripper - Wonder Woman

Jimmy Olsen couldn't help but stare with his jaw agape as Wonder Woman herself took the stage in a slutty version of her famous costume - some cheap, tearaway version of her actual uniform, complete with six inch red heels. Her famously beautiful features were now obscured by thick blue eyeshadow, black mascara and bright red lipstick, giving her face a whorish, sensual bent and her long dark hair was teased out in wild curls instead of it's usual straight style. As he watched, she strolled down the stage while wiggling her wide hips and whirled around in a perfect circle . . . making her tiny golden skirt flare up to reveal a bright blue slingshot thong and her full, amazing ass cheeks. The crowd of horny men roared in approval as she bent over and spanked herself slightly before whipping around again and tearing away her corset's midsection, exposing her toned stomach. She appeared to moan softly as she did a slow, sensual body roll in place just before squeezing her full tits and toying with taking off the golden bra that barely contained them.

"H- HOW?" Jimmy gasped.

Inara wrapped her arms around Jimmy and pressed her hot body against his before whispering in his ear.

"Oh, I think it's better to show than tell in this instance. Flashback time!"

Suddenly, they were in the dressing room for the girls backstage where all four girls - Destiny, Jasmine, Cherry and Consuela - were standing skeptically in front of a frustrated Jimmy.

"Look, I know you won't believe me but you're not supposed to love being strippers more than anything else in the whole world!"

"What, are you judging us, boss?" Cherry said sarcastically. "You, really?"

"Is there something you want me to love more instead?" Jasmine asked eagerly. "Because if you tell me to, I'll love y- it!"

Jimmy saw himself facepalm.

"I'm not your- ugh, never mind! This isn't working!" he heard himself say and reached out instinctively.

Inara swatted his hand down playfully.

"You can watch but not affect anything. Here comes the good part! Here, let's have you hear all their thoughts for maximum effect!"

Inara touched his temples and suddenly Jimmy could hear everyone in the room's thoughts and was unable to move, feeling only the ifrit's lush, hot curves pressed against him.

Wonder Woman, in her famous classic uniform, wandered into the dressing room, clutching her famous magical lariat.

"Jimmy, I came as soon as I heard. Do not worry - I will FIX these women." she said with a bit of a judgemental glare at Jimmy.

"Uh, bitch, excuse you? I'm not BROKEN!" Consuela snarled, waiving a finger at Diana.

"Consuela, please! Just calm down and listen to her, OK?" he whimpered, wincing.

"Yeah, be nice, Consuela! Wow, I LOVE the attention to detail! You'd almost think you were REALLY her!" Destiny chirped in her high, lisping voice as she wandered over to Diana and shamelessly rubbed the material of her girdle and gave the Amazon a lustful, approving glance. "And you've ABSOLUTELY got the body!"

"I AM actually her." Diana said, coldly removing Destiny's roving hands. "Please stop that. Please, all of you, go stand in a circle. Jimmy, do you still have the device?"

Jimmy saw himself remove the gun and place it on a counter next to Diana and the girls.

"Yes, just- here! I never want to see that dumb thing ever again! Keep it if you need to use it, OK?"

"Yeah, Wonder Woman, in case your magic rope doesn't work, you can use the boss's mad science brainwashing ray gun!" snorted Cherry sarcastically. "Jeez, boss, whatever dumb joke this is, you're really committing to the bit!"

Destiny swatted her busty redheaded coworker with a frown.

"Shush! Some of us APPRECIATE a good bit of DRAMA! Slay, Queen!"

"I'm actually a Princess." Diana corrected automatically.

"Yeah, and I'm the Empress of Egypt." snorted Consuela. "Seriously, what's the Wonder Woman impersonator doing here, boss? What is this, what do you want us to do with this prissy bitch?"

"I'VE got a few ideas!" the leggy blonde purred in response, blowing Diana a kiss. "You wanna watch some girl on girl, boss?"

Jimmy just groaned again in frustration and Diana rested a hand on his shoulder.

"Jimmy, you seem to be distracting them - go. I'll handle them on my own."

He saw himself nod and leave the room with a grateful expression on his face . . . neither he nor Diana noticing Jasmine thoughtfully picking up the ray gun he left behind and sliding it behind her back.

"All right, sisters, now we can truly begin." the Amazon began lecturing in a regal tone. "Please get into a circle so I may fix your warped minds."

All the women gave her looks ranging from skeptical to scornful and glanced at the glowing rope in her hands, save for Destiny who grinned and sauntered up to grab a hold of the lasso.

"Ooh, tie ME up first, Princess! Punish me for being a naughty, NASTY girl!" she giggled, whirling around to lasso herself, covering herself in almost it's entire length.

"That is not- stop that!" Diana said with a stern frown and a slight blush to her cheeks as the leggy barely clad blonde giggled and twirled.

"Oh, I get it - the boss is recording this somewhere for a private show!" Cherry added, moving in and grabbing another part of the lasso with one hand and reaching up to shamelessly grope Diana's left tit with her other hand through her corset. "Whatever. So long as I get paid for this, I'm down- damn, you got some NICE tits, almost as good as MINE! Are they real?"

Shocked, Diana let go of her part of the lasso to quickly remove Cherry's hand roughly, leaving her magical lariat in the hands of the two strippers as she turned red with fury and embarrassment.

"How DARE you- STOP that! This is not some VULGAR act and I am NOT some HARLOT IN HEAT here to put on a show for LEWD MEN! I am Princess Diana of Themyscria and I am here to COMMAND you to regain your SELF-RESPECT! Now stand BACK!"

"No."

Standing off to one side, almost as if she had been waiting for the exact moment for Diana to lose her grip on her lasso that always revealed the truth, the formerly quiet Jasmine raised her hand . . . a hand holding Jimmy's mind control ray gun which she whispered into softly with a smile.

"YOU have to do what WE say."

Diana turned to look at Jasmine and realized what was about to happen a fraction of a second too late.

"Sister, NO! Don't-"

It was too late, of course - Jasmine had already pulled the trigger while aiming the strange weapon at her. Diana suddenly felt a new belief fill her mind, one as valid and as powerful as her faith in the Gods themselves - the belief that she must do what these four women told her to do. Her big blue eyes flashed in alarm and she reached out a hand to grab the gun from the Korean girl's hand but hesitated a fraction of an instant too long as she considered grabbing back her lariat instead, hands reaching out for both at once.

"Stop this! Give me back my lariat or-"

"Shut up and strip." Jasmine said with a grin.

Diana knew she had to do whatever these four women said, so she quickly shut her mouth and sat down in a nearby chair to begin disrobing with a frown. She slid off one long, red boot and then the next, moving fast, so as to be able to free her hands again and regain her lariat or disarm Jasmine as quickly as possible.

"Jeez, you call THAT stripping?" Cherry snorted in her nasal New Jersey accent. "Good thing you got the body, sugar tits, cause you seriously need to work on your showmanship!"

"Take off your clothes like you want us to fuck you!" she added in a voice like she was addressing a particularly stupid child.

Diana grimaced but knew she had ****. She had to obey these four women and their desire was abundantly clear. The Amazon stood up and tossed off her tiara, whipping her long dark hair back and forth seductively before moving to slowly unzip her girdle while arching her back.

"I don't get it, what's going on?" Consuela asked with a frown.

"I TOTALLY get it!" Destiny said with a delighted giggle. "The Boss left his "mind control gun" here for Jasmine to use and make Princess Whomever here our totally hot stripper ****! It's all part of the BIT! Way to "yes, and" Jasmine!"

Jasmine just nodded with a cold, angry and above all else, jealous expression.

"NOBODY gets between me and Mr. O or RUINS my dreams! Especially some smug BITCH like you!" she snapped.

"Ooh, Jasmine actually swore! OK, I'm digging this shit!" Consuela added with a chortle. "What next? Make her bark like a dog?"

Diana found herself sliding off her top sensually, cupping her full DD tits and presenting them lewdly to the four women before slowly sliding her hands down to yank off her skirt and underwear. Inwardly, she screamed at herself to hurry up but couldn't deny their command to strip at a slow, seductive pace.

"We should use this magic lasso of hers on her!" Destiny chirped happily as she tossed an end of the lasso loosely around Diana like a jump rope and pulled her close as she slid off her skirt. "Or wait, are we supposed to mind control her with the ray gun?"

"Why not both?" Jasmine said, making Diana's heart sink and her big blue eyes bulge with alarm.

"YAAAS, QUEEN!" an thrilled Destiny shouted as she twisted the lariat around Wonder Woman's neck like a leash. "I LIKE the dog idea, Consuela! You're our BITCH now, got it? Our slutty little Princess!"

Diana's famously iron resolve was already weakened by the gun - she had to obey these four women - so the magical command from the lasso took deep, permanent root. She was their bitch, a female dog who existed to serve her mistresses. Their slutty little Princess.

Jasmine whispered into the gun again and moved in closer as Diana slid off her panties slowly, revealing a full dark bush and pink pussy along with her full ass and legs, now completely nude save for her silver bracelets. Cherry spoke before Jasmine could fire the gun again, however, idly twisting the lariat in one hand.

"Jesus, honey, it's called personal grooming! Keep that wild beaver shaved from now on!" Cherry said with a disdainful snort. Diana nodded, realizing that she must shave her pussy from now on. She slid off her bracelets while twirling around to bend over and present her ass up in the air like a bitch in heat. She heard the girls cheer and laugh as one of them slapped her ass.

"Shit, where did the boss find this bitch?" she heard Consuela ask derisively. "Fuckin' amateur hour. She's gotta learn some better moves, really move like a hot slut who needs to fuck."

As her bracelets clattered to the ground, she realized that she had fulfilled the first command and could now move again, stop this . . . but a little bitch wouldn't do such a thing. A dog would await further commands and she needed to learn more from her mistresses - more about how to strip more sexily, really move like a hot slut who needs to fuck. Luckily, more instruction wasn't long in arriving.

Jasmine reached down and lifted her face in her hands as she bent over and pressed the gun against her temple while squeezing a part of the lariat. She heard the girl's voice doing a mocking impersonation of her earlier statements.

"You absolutely ARE a HARLOT IN HEAT! You're here to put on a show for LEWD MEN! You're no better than any of us, bitch - in fact, you're worse! Compared to us, you're just a WHORE! You have NO self-respect!"

Diana felt her core beliefs melt and reform as her nipples hardened and her pussy started getting wet. She was a harlot in heat - a little bitch in heat. She wanted, no, NEEDED to put a show, to display her naked body to men, the more boorish and lustful the better. This was her new purpose in life - to serve, to display herself wantonly. She was not these stripper's betters, far from it - she was worse than them. She was no superheroine, no royalty, just their **** and a whore. Yes, a horny, shameless whore. Where these women would take off their clothes for money, she would willingly sell herself for any price without shame, because she was horny and had no self-respect. Gods, so horny!

She moaned helplessly, feeling her pussy juices start to drip down her muscular thighs.

"Yeah!" a giggling Destiny added, hamming it up as she pulled on Diana's hair and lariat, yanking her back up to face her. "You're just a big mind controlled SLUT who loves to FUCK! You LOVE it, you totally WANTED this to happen! That's why you let us get the lasso! Oh, oh! And, since you're from an island of lesbians or whatever, you totally want to fuck US - especially ME!"

Diana looked at the blonde - Destiny - and felt her heart pound with love and desire. She wanted to fuck this beautiful blonde with all of her being, totally and completely. Any thoughts of resistance vanished - she had always secretly wanted this to happen, exactly this. All of her other drives were now replaced with pure love and desire. Without hesitation, she kissed Destiny - her mistress, her love - hungrily. She was thrilled when the blonde returned the kiss hungrily and cried out with dismay when she was pulled away by the lasso.

Jasmine held the gun against her face again and whispered in her ear harshly.

"One last thing, Princess - you work for MR. OLSEN! You LIVE for Mr. Olsen! The only one who you want to obey more than us, is him. He's the PERFECT guy, the NUMBER ONE MAN! Forget your old life, only making him happy at The Paradise Club matters!"

Mere minutes ago, this would be the ultimate degradation, the most horrifying betrayal of her feminist ideals. Now, it was merely the truth. She lived for James Olsen, ached for his approval, lived only for his ultimate masculine authority . . . and to a lesser extent, to obey her beautiful mistresses and put on a show for lewd men. Her old life no longer mattered, just him.

"Say it . . . Princess!" Jasmine said, breathing hard, face a triumphant snarl.

The words tumbled out of her mouth, her voice breathy, frantic and lustful.

"YES! Yes, I am just your BITCH, your slutty little Princess! I LIVE for Mr. Olsen! Oh! Please, I'm a mind-controlled SLUT and I WANT this! I NEED you to fuck me! Please, PLEASE, Mistresses, teach me, order me around, oh, Gods, just FUCK ME!"

The next few hours passed by in a blur as the women passed her around like a toy, having her eat all of their pussies with fanatical zeal. She came again and again, fingering her pussy while they led her around the dressing room with her own lariat tied around her neck and made her do whatever they wanted, just like the slutty little bitch she was. While the others put in a half-hearted show - with Jasmine spanking her ass roughly and insulting her further - only Destiny really seemed to be interested in fucking her back, much to her utter delight. Her beautiful blonde mistress paid special attention to her tits, sucking on them eagerly as she fingered her needy slut pussy, before eventually moving her into a 69 position on the nearby desk. She came over and over, thrilled and delighted at being used by her owners like the mind-controlled slut she'd always dreamed of being.

By the time Jimmy Olsen wandered back into the dressing room, she was laying dreamily on the desk spread-eagle, wearing only sweat and pussy juices.

"D-DIANA?!? What the HELL happened here?" Jimmy saw himself shout.

"We broke in the new girl for you, Boss. You're welcome." Consuela said with a satisfied sigh, smoking a cigarette.

"She can't dance for shit but she eats pussy like a fuckin' pro! Jesus! I might go bi from now on." Cherry said with a chuckle.

"Ooh, promises, promises-" Destiny said with a shit-eating grin, blowing the redhead a lazy kiss.

"Hey! Mr. O is talking! Pay attention!" a frowning Jasmine said, causing Diana to stir and stand up, still stark naked.

"Oh! Mr. Olsen? Are you unwell? How may I service you? Do you want to fuck me?" the former Amazon said eagerly, cupping her tits and wandering over to kneel at his feet.

Jimmy Olsen could only make inarticulate noises of shock both in the past . . . and in the present.

"But- you- she- WONDER WOMAN IS A STRIPPER?!?" he finally got out as Inara returned him to the present where Diana was unleashing her big tits to the crowd, dark nipples obviously up and hard as she gave them a pinch and then shook her tits wantonly at all the men tossing money at her feet.

"Yes, and I couldn't have done it without you!" Inara added with a cackle. "Thanks for adding the 'horny' bit, it really added to the whole transformation! So much more satisfying for everyone involved, don't you agree?"

Jimmy wanted to glare at her but he couldn't take his eyes off Wonder Woman as she stripped on the stage and felt his cock twitch despite himself.

"I- I gotta go talk to her! Fix this! Yeah, fix . . . this . . ." he said, voice trailing off as she looked up and gave him a lustful lick of the lips before lying down and thrusting her hips up at him lewdly, now in nothing but a blue thong, red hooker heels and a plastic gold tiara. "Fix . . . Wonder Woman . . ."

Inara smirked and whispered under her breath.

"Sure, sure - you go fix her real good, Jimmy. Heh."