Three other villains

Windfall made her way through the hallways, skipping as she went. The other two looked at her annoyed, but she didn't care. She was finally where she belonged to a master who truly cared about her. He had not only brought her back but purified her as well by giving her a new body and not one that has been dirtied like the old one.

She had worked as a villain with the elements of Diaster and Strike Force Kobra. She has been a redeemed hero as one of the outsiders. None of it had mattered in the end when she had tried to be normal and just be another girl getting an education; she had been violated. She had been invited to a frat party, and they had slipped something into her drink. She spent hours being passed around as a cum rag for all the nants there.

When she had demanded justice, they had told her no. The judge told her dirty villain like her didn't have rights. So she got justice and killed them all; it got her in prison, of course. Where Waller had come for her got her into her little suicide club. Her first mission had ended with her reduced to dust trying to protect the others from toxic waste.

Now though, she wasn't good or bad. She was merely serving the will of her master, a greater being guilty of no wrong. Once she saw her master naked and hovering over three other girls, she grew happy, stripping naked and rushing forward to join. This time she would be dirtied in a way she liked by a man worthy of her affection and obedience.

Battle Axe watched Wendy sprint ahead of them naked and with a happy smile on her face. It was like watching a golden retriever sprinting towards its master. Though a smile came across her face, she wasn't any different. She had been an assassin known for her battle axe and nothing much else. Though no doubt a few men she'd worked with or for had remembered her large chest rather than then her skills in battle.

She'd been changed forever, though not by her death but by her resurrection. She has been selfish, only caring about herself and no one else. She had respect for others like her, skilled at their jobs. It was a sign of her professionalism that she could acknowledge and respect her peers. Though that in the end was as far as she came to relationships. Which was a sad thing in the end. She saw that now, her death clarifying the point rather nicely.

She had cared for no one, and no one had cared for her. She hadn't even killed with malice; by King Kobra, the man had just been testing a device that controlled the bombs in her and her teammates. Now though, as she gazed at her master, she did care very much. In fact she cared so much she wanted to show him how much she cared. Battle Axe then stripped of her clothes and followed after Wendy naked with large jiggling in every direction as she closed the distance.

Hypnota watched the stupid blond and the bimbo brunette run to their master naked, and she shook her head in amazement at her master's power over others. It was a strange thing having a master after spending so long as one herself. She takes people, controls their minds to make them docile, and then sells them to the highest bidder. She has been one of the greatest human trafficers on the planet.

None of that mattered, though. As all her need for money and power had gone when she had died. She has been on a mission with the suicide squad, using her powers to make everyone see her as Wonder Woman. She had been doing a good job and was bringing mirror master under control when her teammate, a stupid, fat, and inept man peacemaker, blew him up right next to her. She obviously hasn't survived the blast.

Now she was back with the other two caring just as much about their new master. Which wasn't surprising as he brought her and the others back from the dead and made them stronger. That was a level of care they couldn't expect from their own families. That level of kindness and giving had to be rewarded.

Hypnota knew just the way to reward her master for his charity and might. As she walked towards Condiment Wizard, she changed from an average woman with a turban to a wonder woman in a belly-dancing outfit with dozens of other half-naked belky dancers making their way to her master. She would put on a show for him to show him why she had been considered one of the greatest showmen in the world at one point.

While Hypnota pretended to be Wonder Woman, the actual one wasn't feeling like herself. It had been about a week since they had started rebuilding, and things had been getting worse for her. Not physically or mentally but perhaps spiritually. She hadn't changed that much at first; in fact, it had been hard for her to notice any changes at all.

She made comments that weren't like her. She hadn't noticed those at first earlier. She's been telling others how good a job they'd been doing. Which was a good thing, but as time went on, she began to notice she'd said those uplifting words a lot more condescendingly than she had met. She treated them on several occasions like it was worthy of praise for her fellow Amazons to remember to put on bith sandals before leaving home.

It was bizarre coming from her, and she tried to stop but just couldn't, and her thoughts didn't help. As she had helped rebuild, she began to notice just how things had stayed the same at home. Even with all the destruction, she knew where all the broken pieces of different buildings around town went. Which she at first had just thought of as a sign of her remembering the town of her childhood very well

Then the darker thoughts came; she began to think it wasn't because she remembered her childhood that well but because nothing has changed. Her people still did everything and had everything the exact same way as they did when she was a child. This bothered her for reasons she couldn't figure out at first until she compared it to man's world, as her sisters called it, and the difference became obvious.

Man's world was a chaotic and dangerous place but an improving one. They were always inventing things and trying to improve. Alliances and policies changed in the countries around the world. One decade's enemy could be the next one's friend, and vice versa. Her sisters had the exact vendettas that they had when she was a child.

This is what made her realize that she didn't like how static her sisters were. They screeched every day about their supertoy, but they were all doing things that had gone out of date thousands of years ago. Her home was like a ship in a bottle. A place with potential but went nowhere in the end.

She couldn't believe this was true that her people were nothing but old relics pretending to be great. So something had to have changed, and she thought of a way to prove it. A realization hit her, and the plan became clear. She had always thought of the armorer Lo as a dear friend. Though thinking on it, no, she was clearly in love with her. She honestly felt a bit stupid for not noticing earlier.

Though it shouldn't matter now, as she was in a relationship with Nubia. So it should be a simple thing to show things changed among her people. She would tempt Lo and be denied, showing how things did move forward smog the Amazons. Lo was easily found alone in her smithy. Dianna approaches Lo quietly, letting her finish her current project.

Once she was done and had noticed her, Dianna spoke. "Lo, it is good to see you again." She said, gently caressing Lo's face. "I find myself in need of a very good friend. Her other hand caressing Lo's thigh. As she did this, Dianne realized this was less temptation and more a straight-up proposition. Though it should fine as Lo will tell her no and could apologize and explain the nature of her test.

"I have prayed to Aphrodite a thousand times for this day." Lo said, grabbing the hand around her thigh and pulling Dianna back towards the shower bed she kept at her workshop to use when she too tired to walk home. Dianna didn't resist till she was shocked at how easily Lo betrayed Nubia and how she hadn't gotten over her affection for Diana.

Lo gently led Dianna to the edge of the bed. She lowered herself to her knees to worship Diana. "Let me show you how I worship a queen." Lo says "list" and "devotion" clearly in her every word. She then proceeds to massage Dianna's legs while licking her pussy with an eagerness that shocked Diana into reacting.

"You stupid whore can't move forward on this island about anything." Dianna said in anger and pleasure. She then grabbed Lo's brown hair and forced her face deeper into her own pussy. "Please, your queen, your worthless traitor slut!" Diana shouted at Lo the first of many times tonight, where she would mock and degrade Lo. Come morning Dianna and Lo wouldn't be the same people they had been the day before.