We switch to the POV of various "passengers" as Inara plans revenges both petty and powerful

"Oh, so many possibilities to make you SUFFER, my dumb little Buttslut, I don't even know where to begin!" Inara hissed, rubbing her hands together with glee. "I don't even know where to start with my-"

She turned to review the assorted magicians and make a solid count. Zatanna, John Constantine, Jason Blood, Blue Beetle, Dr. Fate, Raven and The Phantom Stranger all stood nearly motionless save for their faces tracking every single sway and jiggle of Barbara Gordon's oversized bust, eyes glazed over.

"SEVEN penalties! Oh, and the most delicious part? You'll be the one twisting the knife each time with your stupid Batslut powers and silly bimbo voice! Gods, this will be sweet!"

"Umm, Inara, like-" the redhead began to respond but Inara waved a hand angrily.

"Shut it, bitch! Or better yet-"

She glanced over at the bulges of the various male heroes and grinned.

"Put that irritating mouth of yours to good use! I remember how you HATED those lifetimes as Barbara Jean the Blowjob Queen and the Joker's insatiable little mouth slut so much, here's a fun first penalty - whenever you see a hard cock, you have to suck it! Like it's your favorite thing in the whole world and you won't take no for an answer!"

The ifrit gestured dramatically at the prominent erection tenting Dr. Fate's blue pants.

"Well? Get going Barbie, it's not gonna suck itself! **** yourself on that magical dick while I think up some truly twisted shit!"

There was a brief moment where Barbara's face and posture radiated fury and defiance but that vanished in an instant. Instead she found herself practically running towards the frozen figure and fishing out his thick cock with blinding speed and a mewling eagerness. Dr. Fate was already floating a few feet above the stage so the redheaded bombshell didn't have to kneel, just lean forward slightly with her mouth flying open to start eagerly deep-throating the married spellcaster's cock.

Inara let out a chortle of triumph.

"To think, I was afraid of the helmet of Fate! Looks like just one set of big magical boobies was all it took to render you useless! You're almost as pathetic as pumpkin tits over here!"

Unbeknown to Inara, however, while Kent Nelson - the man inside the helm - was entranced, the helm itself was unaffected. It watched and judged all that occurred with a detached scorn. Should the host become truly impaired or threatened, it might choose to leave but instead, it stood on the head of Kent Nelson, quietly waiting to make its move. The Lords of Order valued information and calm, rational thought above all else. The helm decided it would wait and learn more. The ifrit had already given away a great deal of information, such as it was making sure this redheaded woman dressed in a pornographic parody of Batman's outfit was to be their patsy and could suffer penalties for informing others of her plight. While they knew their host would be appalled at this later, waiting and seeing more was currently prudent. If true danger arose, the helm would send itself towards a new host.

Thankfully for Barbara Gordon, the helm of Fate was not the only such entity watching events unfold.

"Behold the magician capable of so many amazing feats! Now made a drooling fool by one ginger's oversized teats!" chortled the voice of Etrigan in Jason Blood's mind, mostly just amused by the turn of events than anything else. "Will you do nothing besides ogling a pair of giant tits? Or can my words help thee to regain thy addled wits?"

Etrigan's host did not move visibly but the mind of Jason Blood stirred slightly at the words. The demon considered the options open to it. Truly, this was an entertaining sight but more importantly, perhaps this lustful spirit would actually fuck him! It had been ages since he had laid with a mortal woman or anything close to that sort of thing in his true, demonic form and this ifrit and her buxom catspaw were both comely indeed.

"Host of mine who has been enraptured by an ifrit's evil trick! If Etrigan should free you the cost is to wet my prick!" he rumbled lecherously, the demon's own will divided on whether it wanted to fight or fuck this seductive menace. Jason Blood, meanwhile, managed to blink, a small thing unnoticed by the squabbling pair.

Of course, there was a third individual watching these events unfold.

Khaji-Da, the magical alien scarab attached to nineteen year old Jaime Reyes' spine that gave him his Blue Beetle namesake, was also cataloguing these strange events, even while it's host's cognition seemed fully impaired.

"Jaime, your hormonal levels are abnormally elevated and a hostile entity is changing your allies. Please respond." it told its host, only to get no response.

The scarab was perturbed. This mind control was obviously dangerous and powerful but it could not take any active hostile action unless Jaime gave it permission. Of course, certain actions for the preservation and safety of its host had been previously agreed upon between the two of them.

"Of course, as tempting as it is to make you do something like fuck your own Dad, turn Superman into a misogynistic sex addict or beg for everyone in Arkham Asylum to fill all your holes at once, maybe first I should use some of these penalties to take care of your so-called saviors over here."

The ifrit moved closer to the assorted magicians with a thoughtful glare on her face as the buxom redhead sucked off the helmeted Dr. Fate with feigned wild enthusiasm, grabbing his ass cheeks with both hands to fuck her own face.

"Hmm." Inara purred as she approached John Constantine and Zatanna who had led the charge. "This one I like. He's the only one who asked why he wasn't getting turned on at the sight of me, so I think I'll save him for last."

She smirked at Zatanna.

"And I like this one's fashion sense, although she could show off her tits a little more, so maybe not her just yet." she added, carelessly slicing open Zatanna's white tuxedo top with a pair of long fingernails. "You know, I'm actually sort of glad you made me tangible to these idiots! Nice to be able to play with my food personally. Speaking of . . ."

As she approached Blue Beetle, she gave a wicked grin.

"Ooh, this one's interesting! Young, dumb and full of cum and-" she leaned in and sniffed the air around Khaji-Da's frozen host, inches away from his face, then trailed her fingers down his chest. " Oh, how sweet! A virgin, unless I miss my guess! I think maybe I'll use one of my penalties to have us take his cherry together and ruin him for other women. Literally, that is! Maybe turn him into a hulked up sex maniac-"

That was what Khaji-Da was waiting to hear.

"Active threat detected while host unable to respond. Evacuating self and host with all possible allies within range per established protocols." Khaji-Da tonelessly reported to a panting Jaime Reyes before generating a protective **** shield and rocket boots.

The scarab briefly registered the sultry ifrit's face changing from a sneer of triumph to one of pure shock before the **** bubble knocked her backwards onto her already bruised ass and the **** of their rockets launching knocked everyone standing on stage off their feet. Bits of rubble rained down in their wake as they blew through the roof of the auditorium to achieve flight at the speed of sound.

The scarab's only goal was escape so it didn't wait around to register if the impact or debris they'd left in their wake had taken out the ifrit or freed or harmed any of the other magicians. They could only hope that the lustful creature somehow wouldn't stop them or their host in their mad dash for freedom.

***
Meanwhile, shortly before the dramatic exit of the Blue Beetle, Wonder Woman found herself a passenger in her own body.

Despite being a staunch feminist, she was by no means naive or prudish. She had read extensively on the practice of sex work and did not consider it inherently sinful. While it was never a path she would choose to walk, a woman was allowed to do whatsoever she wished with her own body. It was only when a woman was **** to trade on her very sex, usually by men, that Diana found the idea of prostitution repulsive.

And a **** whore was exactly what Diana of Themyscria had become in a few short moments, at the hand of her own lariat and the so-called Batslut.

Diana found herself swaying her hips seductively as she lightly played with her breasts and pinched her nipples through the thin blue bikini top to make them obviously up and hard, the other hand moving between her legs and under the skimpy white skirt and blue thong to get herself wet before getting out into the open where others might see her. She moaned softly to herself with pleasure even as she walked heel to toe, acting like a whore **** for attention. She had never been unaware of her own beauty but she'd never sought to wantonly display herself for all to see before.

The tiny corner of her mind where she was coldly furious seemed to be locked away, a passenger in her own body until she had finished obeying Batslut's sickening commands, but she still felt everything keenly. She had to fuck a dozen men for money first before she could even think about doing anything else and even then, any attempt to seek out help would result in her begging another five men for anal sex, according to the new, sick stipulations that resonated through her head like immutable laws of nature. Even so, she was certain that if she were to call out to Kal-El, he would hear her with his superhearing and not take advantage of her, no matter how much she begged. Help, she thought with droll venom, was just twelve sex acts away. Inwardly, she planned a very violent **** on this damn Batslut.

She'd thought the humiliation was bad enough but then, as she turned a corner and saw the mirrored walls of the casino floor, Diana saw her new look in full for the first time. The new outfit and blonde hair was not especially humiliating - she was never raised to be ashamed of her body and any color of hair was acceptable - but the make-up and tattoos made her alabaster skin redden with more than arousal. Shame and rage filled her at the horrid, misogynistic scripts defiling her body and those were only the ones she could see from quick glance at her front. The cheap, caked-on products she'd never worn making her own face look like that of a stranger's, especially since it was fixed in a big, mindless grin with sultry eyes begging for sex. Both her hands moved to cup her impressive bust and trace little circles around her hard nipples She felt herself feeling helplessly turned on at the look and feel of her breasts - it seemed all big breasts made her aroused, absurdly even her own.
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](http://own.As)](http://own.As)As a Princess and a literal Amazon, Diana had been used to drawing the eyes of others but it had never been like this. As she began sauntering through the casino floor, the person to see her was a cocktail waitress who sneered at her in open disgust as she walked past. Diana wanted to ask the woman for help but instead felt her eyes magnetized to the other woman's cleavage, her mouth watering.

"Ugh, take it to the streets, honey." the other woman sneered under her breath as Diana simpered further into the casino. Low whistles and laughter followed her.

"Jesus, look at that fucking slut!" one voice said.

"Damn girl, are you for real?" another chortled.

Looks of disgust and desire intermingled as she swayed her hips and thrust her tits out at anyone and everyone in the room. It took mere moments before she heard a question she both needed and dreaded.

"Hey, honey, how much?"

Her head whipped around to the sound of the voice. A swarthy middle-aged man in a sweat-stained polo shirt and blue jeans with a pot belly and a bald spot had twisted on a stool away from a game of blackjack to eagerly leer at her. His beady dark eyes roamed her body hungrily as he waited for her response.

And Diana knew how she had to respond - as a super cheap whore who loved to fuck. Her voice came out as a throaty purr.

"For a hot stud like you? $10 for a handy, $15 for a titjob, $20 for a blow job, $40 to fuck my pussy and $60 to fuck my ass."

The man blinked and then let out a low "Holy shit!" before turning back to the dealer.

"I fucking fold!" he bellowed with a guffaw before turning back to Diana and getting up off the stool, practically tripping over his own feet to get over to her. "Fuck yeah, that's a goddamn deal! Let's go back to my room, sugartits! Follow me!"

He was even shorter, fatter and hairier close up than she'd initially surmised. She could smell the beer on the man's rank breath and cheap cologne. She was repulsed and could feel the initial arousal from playing with herself fade as he patted her on the ass - right until he began to lead the way and she did as he instructed and took a step to follow.

"Ohh, Gods!" she moaned loudly, surprised as yet other command kicked in and her pussy suddenly throbbed with need, her nipples hardening, every inch of her Amazonian body suddenly on fire. So, it was true - following any command given to her by a man made her traitorous body 'super horny,' even one as innocuous as 'follow me.'

"Ah! Mmmph!"

She bit her lip, trying to stifle the noises but it was far too late. The catcalls and whispers from before were nothing compared to what she heard as she eagerly minced after him, moaning loudly with her big tits jiggling and throbbing, her pussy quickly soaking through the cheap fabric of the skimpy blue thong and white skirt.

"Ew, what a slut!"

"Damn, I didn't know the showgirls here were hookers!"

"Show us your tits!"

The last one was from a deep voice, presumably a man, so she immediately did as she was told, lifting up her skimpy blue bikini top to show off her tits. Since she didn't know where the command had come from she did a nimble pirouette as she tried to keep following the man who had just bought her services. A loud chorus of cheers came from around her but thankfully no more commands. However, obeying a second command on top of the first was enough to make her arousal double and looking down at her bare tits made her even hornier. How had she never realized how beautiful they were, how sexy they were?

"Gods! Pleeaaaaase!" she groaned breathlessly, babbling, the rational corner of her mind nearly overwhelmed with raw, primal need as her hands drifted to both simultaneously grope and cover herself now that she had shown the man her big sexy tits. The second command had been obeyed and so her arousal thankfully dropped at that, but only back down to the already absurd amount it had started at.

"Ha! Goddamn, girlie, you really wanna fuck me, huh?" the boorish man replied with a wide-eyed leer over his shoulder at her groping her unclad DD's as she helplessly followed him, now topless, her bikini top resting uselessly across the slopes of her big, perky tits as she squeezed one in each hand. "Well, don't worry, baby! I'm just three floors up! Fuck, I can't wait to have you wrap those things around my dick!"

"Fuh-fifteen dollars fuh-for a titjob-" she began breathlessly reciting, stuttering and panting because she was so turned on she could barely think.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever!" the man scoffed, leering at her flushed, panting form over his shoulder with a shit-eating grin. "Just fucking look at you! The moment I get you alone, you're gonna fuck my brains out for free, you total fucking slut!"

Diana knew his language was figurative but alarm bells rang in her mind as she realized it was phrased as a command - and she had to obey any command given to her by a man.

They finally reached the elevator and the door pinged open the moment the fat man pressed the button. She realized that her body desperately needed to fuck and part of her hoped it would be empty, even the last bastion of her rationality cried out in frustration at the thought of fucking this rude, disgusting stranger. As the elevator door opened, a lanky blonde man looked up from his phone and then promptly let out an amazed "Holy shit!" at the sight of her cupping her bare tits behind her 'client.' He didn't even wait before raising his phone and snapping a picture of her, jaw dropping at the sight of a sluttily tattooed Amazon Princess panting with lust and nearly naked. Diana didn't know if she wanted to cheer or cry.

"I know, right?" the drunk chortled as he stepped on the elevator and Diana helplessly followed. "Only in Vegas!"

He drunkenly squinted and punched a button for the third as the other man gaped at her, not bothering to exit the elevator. Diana briefly breathed an inward sigh of relief-

"Oh, shit, uh, this is my floor!" the blonde man said sheepishly, blushing as he stared at Diana, stumbling backwards out of the elevator to keep gawking at her.

The fat man barked out a laugh and the other man joined in awkwardly.

"Damn, dude, respect!" the younger man said with a last admiring glance at Diana, phone still raised high.

"Damn straight!" he slurred proudly in reply before glancing over at Diana. "Hey, slut! Stop hiding those things and show him the goods before we go!"

Diana's pussy went utterly molten as found herself once again obeying two commands at once. She let her hands drop away, one arm sliding up and under her bustline to raise and show off her tits instead of hiding her wide dark aureole and long, rock hard nipples, the other eagerly pulling up her soaked through white miniskirt and yanking aside the thong to lewdly display her dripping pussy. A low, animalistic moan helplessly escaped her lips. One command was manageable but two at once? She'd never been so aroused!

Distantly, she heard the click of the blonde man's phone camera and slumped against the back of the elevator, crying out as she came from just the sensation of her soaked thong rubbing roughly against her engorged clit and needy folds.

"OHHH! OH, GODS!" she screamed, having a shameful, powerful orgasm from obeying a strange man's command to display herself like a wanton whore to yet another strange man. Her blue eyes fluttered in her head and she almost didn't register the doors closing. Almost.

But, the second the doors closed, the repulsive fat man's earlier command kicked in immediately and she was back to obeying two male commands without a second's respite.

They were alone. It was time to fuck his brains out and her body was so needy, so wet, so achingly ready to make love.[](http://fucked.To) Two commands were making her absolutely insane with lust.

Then, to the shame of the small shred of Diana not completely controlled by the primal need between her legs, she reached down and shoved her thong down to her ankles, then tore the man's pants clean off, kissing him passionately. With a growl, she pushed him hard, first against the wall then down onto the floor of the elevator, preparing to ride him like a stallion. The man's short, thick dick was already up and hard as he stared at the panting beauty above him in amazement.

"Fuck me! You're one strong nympho slut!" he groaned in both delight and awe.

Hera help her! Was 'fuck me' another command or could she justify it as the same as the first command to fuck his brains out once they were alone? Either way, her whole body was quaking with desire, her mind fracturing.

With the last of her own will, she shoved one distant, trembling hand away from him into the small gold purse hanging from her shoulder to at least fish out a condom.

"Nah, you don't need that! Just fucking ride me, baby!"

The condom fell from her nerveless fingers as a third - fourth? - male command took immediate root, making her traitorous pussy wetter than it had ever been in her entire life, and she lowered herself onto his cock without a moment's hesitation.

Distantly, she heard what sounded like an explosion and the elevator lights flickered for a moment as it came to a stop . . . but none of that mattered.

The only thing that mattered was getting fucked.

She cried out with joy from just the first sensation of his meager dick inside her, then immediately came the moment he reached up two sweaty, dirty hands to squeeze her jiggling tits roughly.

"OH, GODS! OH, FUCK! OHHHH! YES! YESSSS!"

"Jesus Christ!" the man groaned, gasping in both pleasure and pain from the power of her frantically riding his cock for all she was worth. Her knees were making the metal floor buckle and the elevator rock, not that he noticed, given he was enjoying the tightest wettest pussy of his life milking is cock for all it was worth. "You're one crazy fucking whore!"

Yes, Diana thought dreamily, helplessly, ashamedly, eagerly as she fucked this stranger like he was Adonis himself and began rapidly losing her mind. Losing the will to fight the magical commands even as a corner of her mind desperately tried to remain sane, to remain herself.

She was now unquestionably a crazy fucking whore.