"Please, stop making this worse for yourself." sighed Wonder Woman as she flew after the villain known as Deathstroke. "We both know how this is going to end."
The enigmatic merc gave no reply, instead dropping down a manhole into a sewer, missing her swooping grasp by inches. Wonder Woman sighed with frustration. He'd bombed her old embassy and had successfully managed to play cat and mouse with her, distracting her with explosives that threatened civilians, but now the chase was over. She just wished she didn't have to follow him into the close quarters of a sewer.
She dropped down after him, sure her speed would over take him in in minutes and that if she couldn't find him, she could always talk to sewer rats to find out which direction he went. What she didn't expect was a sudden mystical blast of pure energy slamming into her the moment she landed in the sewer.
"Oof!" she grunted as the bolt slammed her through a sewer wall. "Great Hera! I felt that!"
Diana struggled to stand, pushing damp chunks of concrete off of her body.
"You'll feel far worse soon, Princess." came a mocking voice moments before a mixture of glowing dust flew into her face.
Wonder Woman gagged at the powerful musky scent, coughing as it filled her lungs. She felt it invading her throat with every breath, driving deeper and deeper into her chest.
"What-" she tried to speak, coughing fiercely as her eyes stung. She rubbed the dust out of them, to try and see her assailant. Deathstroke was clever but not this powerful. This felt like magic - old, powerful and very evil magic.
"Having trouble breathing?" came a voice of mock concern. "Don't worry, you'll be using your mouth for other things soon, I'm sure."
Diana squinted and made out an all too familiar silhouette.
"Circe!" she croaked.
"In the flesh . . . cursing yours."
Diana stood and curled back a fist to attack the sorceress when Deathstroke's gravelly voice rang out in the darkness.
"Stop! Hold still."
To her stunned amazement, she found herself standing perfectly still. It was as if she couldn't move a muscle. She couldn't even open her mouth to speak.
"Perfect!" laughed Circe, wandering up to grin in her face.
"I bet you're wondering what's just happening, aren't you? Well, your pathetic clay body that feels like flesh and blood has always been just that of a clay doll made flesh. And since you're just a doll, I thought I'd make you into a plaything. Deathstroke, command her to strip and kneel at my feet."
Deathstroke stepped out of the shadows stroking his chin and smiling.
"Strip completely naked and kneel at her feet. Stay that way until I tell you otherwise."
It was if the man's words echoed throughout her entire body. She felt her head ache as she tried to resist, all to no avail. She briskly yanked off her bustier, her boots, her tiara and her bracelets, leaving herself completely nude. Then, to her utter humiliation, she knelt at Circe's feet. She crossed her arms over her bare breasts and fixed the woman with a scornful glare.
"What madness is this, Circe? If you think I won't fight this spell of yours with every fiber of my being, I-"
"Oh, Goddesses, how I wish this curse allowed me to command you directly so I could enjoy telling you to shut the hell up! Deathstroke, I'm sure you can think of something more . . . entertaining for her mouth to do besides speechify at us, hmmm?"
Deathstroke shrugged. He was a professional and he'd been paid to lure here there but he was still a man and opportunities like this never came twice in a lifetime.
"Lady's paying me good money and she doesn't want to hear you talk. And guess what? I'd love a blowjob from the Princess of Lesbian Island, assuming you know how."
Wonder Woman turned purple with fury.
"You dare speak to me that way? Have a care, mercenary, for I am-"
Circe stomped her foot, glaring at Deathstroke.
"Damn it, you have to phrase it as a direct command, imbecile. Now, try again!"
Deathstroke nodded.
"Fine. Crawl over here and suck my cock until I say I'm close to cumming, then pull back and let me cum all over your face and tits. After that, lie back spread eagle in front of me and finger yourself until I tell you to stop."
Wonder Woman was about to say she would never degrade herself in that way but her body had other ideas. She found herself crawling eagerly to the mercenary as he freed his thick cock out of his pants, opening her mouth.
"Hera help m-mmmph! Mmmmm! Mmmmph!" she said, trying to speak as her mouth started to give the villain an enthusiastic blowjob. She'd never done such a thing before but she'd been told of the mechanics from Donna Troy. She fought with all of her might to stop herself but all she did was give herself a massive headache. The merc's dick began to expand and stiffen between her plump lips and he groaned with pleasure.
"A delight doing business with you, Circe. And after this, then what?"
Circe smiled, watching her most hated foe being degraded. Truth be told, it really turned her on, which gave her an idea.
"Oh, I don't care, so long as it leaves her helpless, humiliated and utterly degraded. Use her as your sex toy, mercenary. Oh, and one last thing . . . tell her to cum every time a man cums on or inside of her."
"Why?" asked Deathstroke, curious as to why she'd make the situation remotely bearable for the Amazon, even as he grabbed her dark, curly hair in one rough hand and began guiding her mouth up and down his shaft.
"Because, my dear Deathstroke, it will be even worse for this prissy little virgin lesbo bitch if she starts enjoying it. Starts to crave the abuse. I want her to hate herself almost as much as I hate her."
Circe ran a hand over Diana's full, bare ass and spanked it roughly. Diana whimpered, her face nose deep in the man's crotch as she fellated him all the way down to the base of his cock. To her horror, she deep-throated him like she was a natural porn star. She felt tears welling up, tears of rage and shame. She swore she'd make both of them pay-
"Fine. Listen, Wonder Woman, you'll cum when I cum." Deathstroke panted, excited.
"You'll cum when any man cums on you, in you or around you. You'll cum hard and you'll cum harder each time a different man uses you like this."
Deathstroke felt himself getting close. He began face-fucking her, his words becoming a guttural growl.
"Most of all, you stuck-up Princess bitch, you're going to act like you need a hard cock in you and you're going to thank any man who uses you like a piece of slutty meat for his pleasure."
Diana was horrified to find her hands reaching up to play with her tits, as if she was enjoying herself. Worse yet, she felt her ass raising high in the air, as if supplicating another invisible man to come fuck her from behind while she blew Deathstroke.
"Oh, my." cooed Circe, slipping a finger down Diana's ass to her bare pussy. "Men are so creative. I'd never have thought of that. You're even getting wet."
Diana wanted to scream at the violation and tear them both to pieces. Instead she tongued the underside of the shaft in her mouth with wild abandon, humming softly as she did so.
"I'm . . . gonna . . . cum now . . ." grunted Deathstroke.
Diana pulled back, arching her back to present her tits and face. Circe's hand slid deeper into her pussy as she did so and she gasped. She didn't have any further time to think before Deathstroke's thick cock shot ropy layers of jism all over her face and full, firm tits.
She screamed with pleasure as she felt a powerful orgasm rock her body. Her pussy spasmed with delight as each stick drop of cum landed on her face and tits, making her cum against her will. Her juices ran down Circe's hand, her pussy tightening around the fingers she'd inserted into her.
Circe took her fingers out of Wonder Woman with an audible pop. She brought them to her face and licked them daintily while staring at Diana . . . who then, just as Deathstroke had ordered her to do earlier, laid back slowly and slid a hand between her legs. She felt her face contort into an expression of pure lust, looking up at him eagerly, even as she felt nothing but shame and rage. She opened her mouth to swear vengeance on them both. Instead what came out was . . .
"Mmmmm, thank you for using me like a slutty piece of meat."
Diana wanted to cry.
"Perfect." cooed Circe, her voice breathy with arousal as she watched her enemy frig herself off with a glazed look of lust of on her face. "Just perfect."
"You can say that again." grunted Deathstroke as he stuffed his deflating cock back into his pants. "That was one hell of a bonus."
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