Introduce her to some fans.

Wonder Woman pulled on the pacifier with all of her considerable might, but she couldn't budge it. She stood there breathing heavily for a moment, looking scared. A split second later she ripped the desk up that all of the deposit slips were on and hurled it at me. Such tantalizing defiance. She had hurled the desk as a distraction and was turning to run. I teleported behind her and stuck my leg out, tripping her.

I teleported again as she fell, this time appearing beneath her, seated in a chair. Her waist fell into my lap. She found her hands dragging themselves down her waist and beneath her diaper, to her pussy. Any attempt she made to remove them was diverted to masturbation. She tried to stand and the pacifier dragger her back down, head first. She cringed as I ran my hands over the bare back her corset revealed.

"Masturbate until I tell you to stop," I whispered in her ear.

She helplessly complied. And then I proceeded to spank her, her piss filled diaper squishing against her with every stroke. Some of the bank customers were sneaking out the front door, but a few were filming Wonder Woman's predicament with their phones.I beckoned them closer.

"Don't be shy, gentlemen. I'm not the homicidal type, usually."

I gave the squirming heroine one more thunderous slap on the ass, and then pulled her up so she was sitting on my lap. Her hands still busily abused her pussy. I pulled her corset down so her tits popped out. Her blush was deep and immediate.

"Please, I was trying to help you," she tried to mumble around the pacifier, trying to appeal to the good side of the men filming her. Their erections said she was appealing to their carnal side.