Diana Reynolds—The All-New Wonder Woman!

There was a sense of travel without motion. The sensation of falling inside her guts, but no rush of wind or movement of air. One moment Lois Lane closed her eyes, and when she opened them again...

Out in the street. Sirens blared in the distance. Lois recognized the Metropolis Museum, the doors torn off. There was a figure standing before them, facing whatever was inside. Blaze had her hand on the reporter's shoulder, Lois found herself sipping her drink.

"They cannot see us or hear us," Blaze whispered. "We cannot interfere. Only watch."

Diana Reynolds, 19 years old. Copper-colored hair, held back by a golden tiara, green eyes. Six feet tall now, with broad muscular shoulders, breasts squeezed into an armored bodice marked with the distinct WW cutout. Greaves and bracers, but otherwise her arms and legs were bare, her too-short star-spangled blue skirt flapped in the wind. Lois saw her standing there, posed heroically, a golden lasso in her hand.

Then the minotaur hit her.

The new Wonder Woman flew backwards into a car, nearly ripping it in half from the **** of the blow. The Amazon herself looked none the worse for wear, but was apparently a bit stunned. The minotaur rushed past, and for the first time Lois noted the inhuman penis tenting its loin cloth.

Snorting, it fell on the fallen heroine. One massive hand ripped away her skirt and panties. Furred hands squeezed the pale, muscular thighs. Drew the Amazon onto his cock.

"We have to do something!" Lois said, taking her mouth off the straw for a moment. "She's being ****!"

"Are you so sure?" Blaze said, holding Lois back. "Watch."

The half-bull rammed his cock home, spreading the new Wonder Woman's pussy wide. Lois watched in horrified fascination at the bulge in the woman's lower belly where the tip must be. Any human woman, she was sure, would have been gutted.

Then a gossamer thread of gold fell around the minotaurs massive, muscular form...and tightened.

"Mooo?" The minotaur bellowed in confusion as it suddenly fell backwards, the Amazon now awake and smiling, riding on top of him, the golden strands of her lasso in her fingers. It quickly became apparent that the mythological monster was completely ensnared by the mystical rope, unable to move.

It also quickly became apparent that Diana Reynolds had no desire to dismount.

The Amazon's hips rose and fell over the long shaft. Her high-heeled boots were on the ground and she was doing squats on the monstrous dick, breasts threatening to fall out at every moment as she pumped harder and faster, tight cunt squeezing the baseball bat between the minotaur's legs.

"You see? She has this well under control." Blaze said.

Lois swallowed another salty sip of her drink.

"Does she always fuck her opponents into submission?" She asked.

"So far," Blaze shrugged. "I fulfill the terms of the deal, she fulfills her own desires. Now, let us see someone else..."