Leave her to the wolves

You're tempted for a moment to whisk Gal Gadot away to your hotel room, seeing how nice and pretty she looks. But then, you remember all the men she's been with since you met her, plus the multiple times you've already enjoyed the pleasure of her flesh. Not to mention, your cock is all tired out after a vigorous night of activity and needs some reprieve.

Smiling to Gal, you lead her by the hand to the DJ's turntable and pick up the mic again. You activate your mind control ring and tap the mic a few times to get everybody's attention. It takes a few moments, but eventually everyone in the club stops what they're doing, some people in mid-thrust or stride, and they all turn and look at you.

"First of all, Gal, this doesn't apply to you. You won't be affected by what I'm about to say next," you say.

There's a look of confusion on Gal's face as she wonders what's going on.

"Everyone, thank you for coming tonight. A quick addendum to the earlier instruction. All the men, if you still haven't fucked someone or haven't finished fucking someone, come over here and line up to fuck Gal Gadot. Bouncers will hold her down-"

"What?!? No!! Why are you doing this?" Gal exclaims. She tries to leave but you hang on to her and she's soon boxed in as all the remaining men in the club converge on your location to line up for her. You estimate there's at least 3 dozen of them.

"Bouncers will hold her down until you finish. All the ladies, same for you, if you still haven't fucked someone or haven't finished fucking someone, come over here and line up to sit on Gal's face until she gives you necessary satisfaction."

"No! I won't do that!" Gal screams as tears start streaming down her cheeks. Despite her protests, she knows there's nothing she can do about the situation and she doesn't put up a fight when you let go of her and the bouncers by the entrance come and escort her to an empty space on the dance floor. As you commanded, two lines start forming around Gal. You don't know the guy who steps up to Gal first as paws rip her clothes from her body in shreds, but you grin widely to yourself when you see Kristen Bell first in line for the women. She's still recording it all on her phone, and she's shooting a POV right then as she sits on Gal's face. You continue watching for another few seconds, before deciding to call it a night and you teleport back to your hotel room.