Wonder Slut, In the Service of Mankind

Diana keels over on her hands and knees from the sudden rush that fills her head with searing pain. It throbbed like lightning strikes to her brain, her demigoddess ears strangely beginning to ring. Her vision blurs, her eyes faced down to watch the asphalt of the alley twist and turn like waves, and her consciousness threatened to fade the harder she tried to stay conscious. As much as she attempted to summon the incredible stamina, will and divine power that was in her blood, she could not clear the disorientation that had befallen her. She knew she was in a precarious position, so she struggled to make sure she at least had her lasso in her grasp, but her fingers loosened when her nerves suddenly turned numb.

She barely made out the voices as they got closer, "Damn! I can't believe that worked!"

"Think it's gonna hold?"

"Of course it is. We got the safeguards and everything."

She felt herself be rolled over onto her back. The foot that nudged her over had almost no strength, and she had been laid low by it, keeling over helplessly without even an ounce of resistance. Normally, she would have formulated some form of battle plan by now. Her attackers were only three mortal men, independent street goons not so much alike to the scum that live in this city. However, her mind grew foggy. She was having problems thinking clearly, as if a part of herself was swiftly leaving her. She could not see their faces through the clouds of purplish grey, but their raunchy grins were as clear as day to her.

"Ooh, she as fine as all the other super suits."

"What setting did you put it to? We don't want her to go brain dead."

"Oh, I... tweaked it a bit. Now its gonna be a bit more interesting."

She felt something warm brush up her thigh, causing her to twitch as it got dangerously close to a forbidden zone. The reflex to send out a swift scissor kick towards the direction of her enemies was immediately dulled back into another reaction. She found herself opening up her thighs, confounding herself with thoughts of confusion and panic. Whatever it was that she was hit with, it must be rapidly taking over her body and mind. However much she tried, she still could not regain control. Completely **** to the hands suddenly reaching down to her, she was running out of options and prayers as she was roughly being undressed. Her bare flesh was then assaulted, squeezed, groped and played with.

"Whoaa, she got some huge titties. Hehehehe!"

"I think her secret identity is a pornstar. She got a pussy like one!"

"Looks like our luck just got better, boys. Looks like she liking it."

Instead of an angry rebuke, a soft moan escaped her lips. Horrified by this sudden new impulses, she made the strongest mental push she could to try to break out of this strange spell, but the hands distracted her from making full muster. She gasped as her nipple was tweaked, and again when a pair of fingers entered her hole. A new insanity was closing in the more she felt. Her weakened frown was turning to a naughty smile. Her amazon muscles were relaxing and making way to every new sensation that was quickly swallowing up the person she knew as Diana of Themyscira.