Diana the Princess

"You two," The Dominator said pointing to the two women in evening gowns. "Dress Diana as a proper princess."

The women nodded and began styling Diana's hair.

"You won't get away with this," Diana said. Her body complying with the women's pampering.

"I will," The Dominator said, "When I marry you I will be royalty, won't I? King or prince of the Amazons. And with this ruby I will be able to impose my will on all of them."

One of the women pulled down a beautiful white evening gown, "Will this please you, master?"

"Yes," he said waving his hand.

The women had Diana step into the dress. The strapless gown hugged Diana's body perfectly. She felt humiliated to be in such a getup. One of the others came in with a bejewelled crown that looked like it was out of some sort of beauty contest.

"You shall be mine, Diana," he said.

When the crown sat on Diana's head she could feel her mind wrestling with the domination.

I am no ****, she tried to say, but all that came out was "I am here to please you, my prince."