Wonder women

I stood before him, the epitome of strength and power, my lasso of truth coiled at my side. Lex Luthor, the man who had orchestrated my downfall, smirked at me from across the room. His eyes, usually filled with malice, now held a different kind of hunger.

"You're mine now, Wonder Woman," he said, his voice dripping with triumph. "I've taken away your powers, your strength, your invulnerability. All that's left is a woman, helpless and at my mercy."

I felt a chill run down my spine, not of fear, but of anticipation. I was no longer the Amazonian warrior, the symbol of truth and justice. I was Diana, a woman stripped of her defenses, left **** and exposed.

Lex approached me, his eyes raking over my body. He traced a finger along my jawline, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "You're going to be my trophy girlfriend, Diana," he whispered. "My little bimbo, dressed in latex and heels, ready to please me whenever I want."

I felt a strange sense of excitement at his words. The thought of being his, of being controlled and dominated, sent a thrill through me. I was no longer Wonder Woman, the hero. I was Diana, the woman.

Lex led me to a room filled with latex outfits, each one more revealing than the last. He chose a skintight red dress for me, the latex clinging to my body like a second skin. He added a pair of heels, the straps wrapping around my ankles, binding me to him.

"You look perfect," he said, his eyes devouring me. "Now, let's see how well you can please me."

He led me to a room filled with men, all waiting for me. I was to be their plaything, their toy. I felt a strange sense of empowerment at the thought. I was no longer the hero, the savior. I was the object of desire, the center of attention.

Lex guided me to a chair, pushing me down onto it. He spread my legs, revealing my nakedness to the room. I felt a strange sense of liberation, of freedom. I was no longer bound by the rules of society, the expectations of others. I was free to be myself, to explore my desires.

Lex knelt before me, his hands caressing my thighs. "You're going to be my little cocksleeve, Diana," he said, his voice filled with lust. "You're going to take every inch of me, and you're going to love it."

He entered me, his dick filling me completely. I moaned, my body responding to his touch. He thrust into me, his movements slow and deliberate. I felt my body responding, my pussy clenching around him.

He pulled out of me, his dick glistening with my juices. He turned to the men in the room, offering me to them. "Who wants to fuck my little bimbo?" he asked, his voice filled with triumph.

They approached me, their dicks hard and ready. I took them one by one, my body responding to their touch. I was no longer Diana, the woman. I was their toy, their plaything.

Lex watched as they used me, his eyes filled with satisfaction. He had taken away my powers, my strength, my invulnerability. But he had given me something in return. He had given me freedom, the freedom to explore my desires, to be myself.

As the men finished with me, Lex approached me once more. He knelt before me, his eyes filled with lust. "You're mine now, Diana," he said, his voice filled with triumph. "You're my little bimbo, my little trophy girlfriend."

I looked at him, my eyes filled with desire. "I'm yours, Lex," I said, my voice filled with lust. "I'm your little bimbo, your little trophy girlfriend."

And with those words, I embraced my new identity. I was no longer Wonder Woman, the hero. I was Diana, the woman. The woman who had been corrupted, who had been feminized, who had been turned into a bimbo. And I loved every minute of it.