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"The Protector, you may stand." Circe says. She's getting used to giving orders with absolute authority very quickly. You oblige. "I want you to walk towards Wonder Woman."

You find your feet, and move towards Diana as quickly as you can. With your stiff, exposed prick so close to the Amazon's naked form, you burn with the regret of never having used your powers to fuck her.

"Diana, put your hands on his throat. When I give the word, snap his neck." Circe says coolly.

"No no no no, wait!" You plead, as Wonder Woman impassively encloses her hands around your neck.

"Why would I, swine?" Circe asks. "The one thing of value you provided, I now possess."

"You can't, you can't-" You stammer.

"Oh, I think I can. Have no fear, though. I shall make sure your gift is not squandered." Circe looses a laugh over your predicament.

"Kill him, Diana."

Wonder Woman closes her hands. Your neck provides little resistance. As you're quickly removed from the world, you're aware only of a loud snap, a sensation of great pain, and a feeling of falling...

-

Circe was true to her word.

Leaving the British Museum with Wonder Woman in tow, the empowered sorceress wasted no time putting your ability to good use.

Enthralling everyone she came into contact with, Circe devoted herself to creating a spell that would allow her to project for compelling voice across the globe. Circe's claim that she could use your power to put Man's World under her thumb within a month turned out to be well-founded.

Looking out over a very different London, Circe accepted a glass of wine from her right-hand woman and mused on her victory.

Everyone, from the various heads of state, to figures such as the Dark Knight, Lex Luthor, and of course, her first and most favoured thrall, Wonder Woman, was at the subject of her whims. They obeyed her every order, no matter how vile, without hesitation or question.

Yes, Circe thought, pulling Wonder Woman close, this was a world she could grow comfortable in.