Zatanna vs Wonder Woman V

Eyes wide and fearful, Diana took another uneasy step backwards and then she…

Steeled herself, found her resolve once more, and went on the attack. This was not the first time she had drawn up against a foe so overwhelmingly powerful, and she did not back down then. She would not back down now! She would not be broken or cowed into submission, she would fight! At the very least, she would go down swinging.

Confidence restored, her body brimming with divine power, Diana charged at Zatanna and readied a punch and then…

Zatanna appeared before her and tapped her on the nose in a playful, teasing way.

“Boop!”

Suddenly, Diana found herself on the ground, her entire body stiff. Beyond, stiff. Immobile. With that same divine power, she struggled to stand up, to move her limbs, to wiggle her big toe, but she found her body totally unresponsive. Even then, she felt strange still, as she could not feel the roughness or coolness of the asphalt beneath her. Nor the evening breeze rustling through her hair.

Stranger and more shocking still, Zatanna then appeared in her eyeline and she now loomed over Diana! For a moment, she thought the magician had made herself a giant, but when Diana strained herself to look at the other surroundings - buildings and street signs and whatnot - they had not changed in scale, Diana had simply shrunk to around six inches in size.

Then, Zatanna took her in her hand, cooing adorably at the shrunken Wonder Woman.

“I don’t care what anyone says, you’re never too old to play with dolls. Especially not my very own Wonder Barbie!”

The realization and horror struck Diana like a charging minotaur. She was now nothing more than a doll, a figurine, an action figure, flesh turned to plastic and with limited articulation, ankles locked at a permanent forty-five degree angle for high heel and high heels only, a empty smile painted on her face, and her already impressive bust and figure ballooned to absurd lengths.

And, also, a pull-string attached to her back, located just below the mane of sculpted plastic that was her hair.

Zatanna pulled on said string, with Diana Dolly “speaking”, in that a tinny recording echoed from her voicebox.

“My name is Diana, Princess of Themyscira!”

Diana mentally cringed at the high-pitched, sappy, and insipid voice that resonated from her petrified form. The exact opposite tone of voice for an Amazonian warrior, but utterly perfect for a pretty little dollie like her.

“Themyscira is also known as Paradise Island, an island of only women. We have lots of fun together! You should come visit sometime!”

Now the pre-recorded mockery of her voice added a sultry purr in her invitation, implying a certain kind of fun that Diana and her sisters engaged in. Which, while strictly true, was neither here nor there considering her current predicament. Especially because the worst was yet to come.

“Boy, man’s world sure is so big and scary. Could one of you cute guys help show me around?”

“I’m a real Wonder Woman, you know? I can fight, cook, and clean, but if you want to see a real wonder, then you should see me in the bedroom.”

“If I’m ever a bad Wonder Barbie, use my lasso to tie me up and give me a good spanking!”

Diana seethed with rage, hot enough to boil away the plastic shell she was confined to, but that was all she could do. She was trapped in this accursed form, **** to babble nonsense at Zatanna’s behest. It seemed all she could do was wait for someone to come to her rescue, for one of the Justice League to be her saviour.

And then, Zatanna conjured a bright pink doll carrying case - the kind that looked like a manor house on the exterior - quickly swinging it open to reveal Diana’s saviour within, all suffering a similar fate as her.

“And with my Wonder Barbie, my collection is complete!” Zatanna said, scooping up several other six-inch plastic, hyper busty dolls of her former friends and allies. “Justice League Barbies, in stores now, each sold separately, accessories not included.” The joke would have gone over Diana’s head even if she wasn’t blinded by rage. Zatannas was soon to prop her up against the interior of the case, so that she was **** to watch her “play” with the other dolls.

“I’m Powergirl! I have big boobies and a costume designed to show them off.” Powergirl’s voice box said in the same sugary sweetie tones as Diana’s. “If you put something in a window, it’s meant to be looked at, and I love it when people stare at my chest!”

“Hi! I’m Black Canary! If you touch me just right, you can hear my Canary Cry!”

“My name is Stephanie Brown! I’m a total klutz and do a lot of silly things. Be sure to buy my ‘Wargames’ accessory kit so you can play with me like Mr. Black Mask did!”

“My name is Hawkgirl, but you can call me Lovebird! I came to Earth because of all the hot guys!”

“I’m Mera, Queen of Atlantis. That means I’m always wet and ready for action!”

Oddly enough, when Zatanna yanked on the pull-string for Cassandra Cain, she did not say anything, only let out a series of muffled moans and groans.

“Well, ladies, this has been fun, but I think we have to find a better use for you.” Zatanna said to her doll collection, packing them away. Diana silently raged and struggled beneath the enchantment, but could not so much as wiggle as she was neatly placed in the carrying case, perfectly aligned in a row with her colleagues, all of them smiling blankly. “Maybe I’ll give you to my daughter when she’s born. I bet she would love to play with you. But, either way, I’m taking you Barbies back to a real dream house and a real dream hunk…”

With one last burst of mental effort, Diana roared and tried to break the curse, but to no avail. The lid was shut on her and her friends, shrouding them in darkness, as they were shipped off to their new life, now rendered nothing more than playthings.

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Eyes wide and fearful, Diana took another uneasy step backwards and then she…

Staggered and stumbled, as she sank into the mire.

Beneath her feet, the asphalt road had turned into a pit of ooze, unfathomably dark and infinitely deep, threatening to swallow her whole! Already her ankles and calves had sank below the mirk and, on instinct, Diana began to thrash and struggle against it. That only hastened descent into the tar pit, the thick sludge offering no give for her to pry her legs from it, yet it was still stringy and flexible enough that it did not break when she stretched it, the black sludge clinging to her like a jealous lover.

As she vainly fought against the gruesome embrace of the slime, it began to angrily bubble and roil around her. From the viscous, inky black surface exploded lashing tendrils of the sticky goo that flared upwards and ensnared Diana around her chest, shoulders, neck, and arms. As if it had a life of it’s own, the pit then began to drag it’s captured prey deeper and deeper into the murky depths.

Diana never gave up, going so far as to slam her fingers onto the edge of the street, digging her nails into the pavement to try and find some purchase, but the sludge had too strong a grasp on her. Her fingers carved divots in the asphalt as she was pulled deeper and deeper, until all of Diana was swallowed by the sludge.

From the moment Diana was submerged - barely an inch below the surface yet it felt like an eternity between the sea of sludge and the world above - she could feel the viscous, slimy substance worm it’s way into all of her orifices, snaking into her again as it if had a mind of it’s own. Hot sludge poured into her ears, crept into her eyes, shut so tight that it hurt Diana, and even slid in between the gap of pursed lips and clenched teeth. The warmth was disconcerting, as was the thick, goopy texture of the slop she was bathed in, yet it was the taste that caused her to buck and writhe, so sudden and shocking it caused her to open her eyes and mouth, more of the slime flooding in. She expected such vile slime to taste foul, but it was instead this rich, sweet taste, spiced and cloying as it overwhelmed everything. Not unpleasant - the opposite in fact - but both shocking and impossibly indulgent. Heeding and mind-numbing. The ultimate ambrosia.

Her mouth now open wide, the goo flooded inward, packing the cavity of her mouth and surging down her throat. She could feel it move in undulating motions, spreading down her throat, into her chest and lung and stomach all the same. She did not struggle to breath, she felt no pain, only a fullness and warmth that caused Diana’s limbs to spasm against the constant pressure of the sludge. The weight pressing in her and the weight filling her insides made her slow and lethargic, her struggling ceased, as she sank deeper into the mire. Muffled moans escaped her, forming thick air bubbles that sluggishly ascended to the surface.

Then she felt this sinister slime snake it’s way into her sex and her anus. The feelings of warmth and fullness exploded tenfold as she was violated, followed by indescribable pleasure. Heat and stars danced amongst the eye of Diana’s mind (for she was blinded by the sea of sludge filling her eyes). She moaned more, sank more, body heating up and **** for the barest of touches. If only she could move her body against the loving embrace of the slime around her.

From then, through her ears, the mass of slime made it to her brain, spreading micro-fibers of dark, corruptive goo in a spider web across her brain, seeping into her physical mind and twisting her mental self. Wonder Woman’s entirety was bathed in wickedness and lust. She could feel the tendrils digging into her brain, rewiring her mind and filling her with thoughts of obedience towards Zatanna, but she couldn’t care anymore. She felt far too warm, too full, too content to fight back.

Sighing and moaning, Diana sank deeper and deeper into the corruptive swamp, until she came out the other side.

Rising from the muck, Diana now wore the slime as a living suit, her pale skin and wild black hair making perfect partners with the symbiotic black-and-white armour. It wriggled and writhed, never still, brimming with the desire to destroy, corrupt, and fuck. Diana’s once ocean blue eyes were not a burning red, narrow and proud, as a smug and superior smirk came to her face. She bared her teeth, licked her lips, as restless as her suit, ready to serve the needs of her Master and Mistress.

Said Mistress admired her handiwork, inspecting the new Diana from every angle, once more admiring the gorgeous body of the Amazon, only enhanced by the tightness of the slime suit.

“Well, Diana, how do you feel now?”

“Wonderful, Mistress.” Diana purred in a voice not quite her own, an unnatural echo reverberating. “I am now an obedient puppet, bound to your will, ready to serve you and the Master in any way you desire. Submission and obedience are all I know and all I love.”

Zatanna smiled proudly at her creation, even as another question came to her lips. “And what if I told you to destroy and enslave the Justice League? How would you feel about that?” Diana’s toothsome smirk grew all the more fierce.

“I would relish the opportunity. I would not hesitate. I would grind those sluts under my heels, break them, enslave them, and offer them to you and the Master with a smile on my face.” Diana uttered all that in a primal tone, huffing and rumbling, as the warmth and fullness in her belly bloomed into pleasurable heat. She wanted nothing more than to turn her friends into mindless thralls for her owners.

Zatanna’s smile grew all the larger, as her fingers danced along Diana’s bare skin and slimy suit. The Amazon moaned in delight at her Mistress’ pleasurable touch.

“Then, let’s not wait any longer, shall we? Rob will be overjoyed to see the League bow before his feet.”

And so, in this timeline, in this pocket reality of Zatanna’s creation, Diana became the monster that destroyed the Justice League and brought the great heroines to their new fate in shackles. But, as fun as that was, this would not be the final fate Zatanna had in mind for Wonder Woman. There was still more to come, as reality reset itself once more…

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That reference to Stephanie Brown, Wargames, and Black Mask may just be the cruelest thing I have written in this story. Real ones know.