Another "Wonder Woman becomes a slavegirl" story. Hope y'all like.

Wonder Woman: The Conquest of Paradise
by Knyght


The Warlock sighed, and turned to contemplate the view his underground
headquarters gave him. Since the super-heroine Wonder Woman had defeated his
plans, he could think of nothing but revenge. Now, at last, everything was in
readiness. With luck, Diana and her entire people would soon be under his thumb,
and he could leave this cursed planet once and for all.
He shut off the monitors and turned to face the lab behind him. Bound
spread-eagle on a trio of metallic tables were three women: a lithe blonde, a tall
redhead and a supple brunette. Models from the agency he had contacted; he would
need some initial servants if his plans were to work and these three fit the bill
perfectly. They lay unconscious on the sleek metal; a little stun gas had been enough
to knock them out. The computers behind him hummed to life as he moved
menacingly towards them...

Several hours later, he examined his handiwork. The women were putty
before the conversion devices, their will and memories erased in favor of his matrix.
They stood before him on a set of softly glowing pedestals, standing motionless at
attention as he adjusted his control console. They were clothed only in skintight
silver bodysuits, the legs and arms bare before him. Silver gloves sheathed their
hands, while silver boots rose up to their calves. Their ample chests rose and fell
with their breathing, the beautiful curves of their bodies highlighted by the soft light
of the machinery. Alpha slaves, he called them. They were ready.
"You understand the parameters of your mission, slaves?"
"We understand and obey, master." they intoned as one. "The subjects
Wonder Girl and Wonder Woman are to be captured and brought here for
processing. We are not to return here if we should be discovered. The master must
be protected."
"Excellent. Then go!" They stepped off the pedestals and walked out of the
room towards a waiting elevator. Their eyes returned to normal as they did so, and
their mouths curved in a trio of cruel smiles.

Hundreds of feet above them, at the front of an innocent looking
warehouse, a pair of red, white and blue-clad forms advanced forward. Wonder
Woman and Wonder Girl looked every bit the heroines, their stunning bodies
covered by their satin costumes. The older Wonder Woman took the lead, with her
sister right behind her.
"Are you sure it's okay for me to come with you, Diana?" the younger girl
inquired.
"Oh, I'm sure mother would throw a fit if she knew, but I don't see the
harm. The radiogram said the terrorists haven't even armed the bomb yet. You'll be
fine."
"It seems odd that the tip-off was anonymous like that. Does that happen
often."
"No, hardly ever," Diana returned. "But it was on a secure I.A.D.C.
channel; only an agent could have sent it. Who knows? Maybe they caught him
before he could finish the transmission."
"Then we'd better get there fast." Wonder Girl couldn't help but suppress a
smile. "I'm looking forward to teaching those terrorists a lesson,"
"I agree. Whoever they are, they've made a big mistake," she replied ,
advancing upon the building's locked doors. With a quick twist, she wrenched the
lock off.
"Now remember, stay close and move when I do. With luck, we'll have
them before they know we're here."
Several hundred feet below, the Warlock watched them on his monitors.
Wonder Girl was beautiful, but it was Wonder Woman he was truly fixated with.
She was every bit as magnificent as he remembered, her perfect body moving with
the grace and fluidity of a panther. Her breasts stood erect beneath the curves of her
costume, the blue trunks hugging every line of her perfect legs. What a prize she
was! He touched a button on the console and spoke softly.
"The time has come, my puppets. Execute the plan. now."
The two heroines advanced through the corridors and passageways formed
by the warehouses crates. They stood taut and relaxed, ready for anything.
Suddenly, from up ahead, a tall redheaded woman in a skimpy silver body suit
stepped into view. That was strange, Wonder Woman thought. The radiogram
hadn't said anything about a supervillainess.
"Welcome to the party, girls. We didn't think you'd make it." the red-head
sneered. Lifting a silver-gloved hand, she fired a blue arc of pure energy from her
extended arm at the Amazons. Diana deflected it easily with her bracelets, as
Drusilla moved forward towards the woman.
"Sorry, honey, you'll have to do better than that," she purred arrogantly,
moving forward to subdue her would-be attacker. To her surprise, the red-head
grinned evilly and touched a button on her glove.
A burst of sonic energy extended from her clenched fist and caught the
young Amazon full in the head. Her ears rang and she cried out in pain as the wave
overwhelmed her. She brought her hands up to her temples and collapsed on the
floor, unconscious. The red-head smiled.
"The little fish is down; it's time to see what the big one can do."
"Why you. you. hussy!" Wonder Woman sputtered angrily. If she had
hurt her sister. She charged forward, flexing her muscles in preparation for a
fight. She'd pound this little girl into.
Suddenly, she stopped. The woman hadn't moved a bit. It seemed like she
almost expected the heroine to come to her. The situation seemed to be too neat, too
easy to follow. Time to change the rules. With a graceful bound, she leapt up to the
top of the crates, providing her with a greater view of the situation. Sure enough,
two other women, dressed in similar suits, stood just out of sight, waiting for her to
walk by and be stunned.
"Up here, girls," she taunted as she leapt down among them. The two
women looked surprised and turned to run, but the Amazon was too quick for them.
Twirling her lasso of compulsion, she snared them both in its coils and began
pulling them towards her.
"Too bad your little trap didn't pan out," she asserted smugly. `Now, if you
don't tell me where I can find the bomb right now, I'm going to get angry, and I
haven't done that in four or five hundred years."
The brunette in her lasso touched a button on her belt. Instantly, a shock
of electricity erupted from the woman's hands, surging up the magical rope towards
her. In an instant, she was overwhelmed, and dropped her hold on the lasso to
steady herself. Before she could react, the redhead ran up behind her and snatched
the belt from around her waist. Instantly, the heroine felt her mystical strength
leave her. Swaying with the barrage of sensations, she couldn't react when the red-
head's glove shot a second arc of electricity into her. She froze, paralyzed and
helpless as the energy worked through her. Their three captors smiled.
"Inform the master that the operation was successful. The targets have
been subdued."

The elevator door opened, and the trio came sauntering out, leading their
prizes before them. The two heroines' belts had been removed and they were each
bound by their own magic lasso. When they had regained consciousness, both of
them had been ordered not to try and escape; the power of their lassos had for--d
them to acquiesce and they could now only move forward, unable to take the golden
strands from around their bodies.
They stumbled forward into the sleek laboratory, eyes widening at the sight
they saw. The great chamber was dominated by banks and banks of computer
monitors, control panels, lasers - an endless array of sinister-looking machinery.
In the center of one wall stood a pair of apparatuses, encircled by claps, diodes and
bindings. They looked as if they could suspend a person spread-eagle above the
whole affair.
In front of it all stood a grinning man whose visage Wonder Woman had
no trouble identifying.
"Warlock!" she snarled. "So this is your doing! What fiendish plan are you
up to now?!"
"`Fiendish plan'?! My dear, you can be shamelessly melodramatic at times.
That's a flaw I'll have to correct."
"What do you mean?!" Diana retorted. "What is this place?"
"Oh, I assure you, you'll get the idea soon enough. Slave, the lassos,
please."
Nicole - the brunette Alpha slave - handed the lassos that bound the
heroines to the Warlock and took a seat next to her fellow slaves in front of the huge
array of computers that surrounded the room. Flipping a few switches, the
computers hummed to life. A small tube shot out from the console and attached
itself to her breast, just below the nipple. She sighed and her eyes rolled up to the
white, a perfect interface connecting between her being and the computer's
program. Wonder Girl looked around fearfully at the noise and at the odd change in
the woman. The Warlock smiled at the look on her face, and nodded with
satisfaction at the whir of electronic activity surging through the walls and consoles
around him. Every array and microchip was now focused on the captured heroines,
every circuit designed to catalogue their reactions and note the process of their
conversion. If the Warlock was to capture the whole of Paradise Island, the next few
hours would be crucial. The information he gleaned from the experimentation upon
the two sisters would pave the way to his final victory.
A staccato series of pulses - sent by Nichole - interrupted his musings
and he turned his attention to the deed at hand. The computers were ready, and the
conversion of his first two prizes would now begin. Ignoring the elder amazon for
the moment, the Warlock grasped the two magic lassos in his hand and spoke to
Wonder Girl.
"There's no need to fear me, my dear, I intend you no permanent harm,"
"Oh yeah?" she sputtered. "Then what do you want with us?"
"Merely to ask you a few questions. That's what these are for, aren't they?"
he gestured at the rope in his hand. "Asking questions?"
"Yes," she replied, the mystic artifact forcing the answer from her. "The
magic lassos of my sister and I compel anyone trapped in them to tell the truth."
"Just as you are doing now?"
"Yes," she replied again, the lasso's compulsion overriding her defiance
and fear. Wonder Woman seemed about to speak, but with a sudden "Shoosh!" from
her captor, her voice was cut off. Her mouth opened and closed in silence as the Warlock continued to
interrogate her sister.
"But that's not all your lassos can do, is it, my child?"
"No," Drusilla replied as the lasso again made her to speak. "It forces its
victims to obey any order the user commands, to fulfill any wishes she issues."
"Indeed. And so, if I were to command you to remove your bracelets, you
would do it."
"Yes," she nodded.
"Then do so please." A pair of clinks issued as she pulled her two bullet-
proof bracelets off and dropped them to the floor.
"Excellent. Now tell me, Wonder Girl, how many times have you used your
lasso on people the same way I'm using it now."
"Gosh, hundreds of times!" the memories of her triumphant adventures
came rushing back to her, allowing her to cast off some of her fear and
apprehension.
"And you sister, Wonder Woman, how many times has she used hers?"
"Oh, even more! Probably thousands!"
"Yes, I'm sure. So it stands to reason that you and your sister have
performed this action upon thousands of different people."
"Yes, that's true."
"Now tell me, Wonder Girl, do you enjoy being ordered in such a fashion?"
"Wha…?" a confused look on her face answered his question.
"Do you like what's happening Now? Do you enjoy being probed and
questioned this way?"
"No!" she finally answered emphatically. "Not at all!"
"It feels like a violation, doesn't it? It feels like your mind and spirit are
open to the manipulation and control of another."
"Yes, it does." she answered. "Like I'm being."
"Like you're being raped?"
"Yes! That's it," she beamed, her confused mind latching on to the lasso's
commanded truth. "It's like you're taking my mind away without my letting you."
"Indeed. Then every time you or Wonder Woman has used your lassos, you
have committed a form of r@?3*."
She stopped, suddenly, the words ringing through her mind. "But we only
used it on bad people."
"IN YOUR OPINION, they were bad."
"Yesss.n-n-no," she faltered, the confusion returning. "We knew they
were bad."
"Even if they were bad, as you say, did what they do deserve the sort of
treatment you gave them? The sort of treatment I'm giving you now?"
She stopped for a moment, her emotions conflicting within her. "No."
she finally answered. "No, they didn't."
"And yet you did it anyway."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"B-be-because we needed to know things. Because we had to stop them
from doing what they were doing."
"No Drusilla, that's what you told yourselves. What was it really?"
Silence followed for a few moments.
"Because we wanted to," she finally said, the perplexity apparent on her
face. "Because it let us hold our power over them."
"Both you and your sister?"
"Yes. It let us assert ourselves on them while serving a cause we knew was
noble."
"But my dear, wasn't the domination of other people exactly what you and
Wonder Woman tried to prevent? You've fought crime and conspiracy, you've
battled evil masterminds from controlling the fates of millions."
"Yes, yes we did."
"But what is the nobility of your cause if you use the same tactics that they
do?"
"I.I don't know." she answered.
"The truth be known, you're no better than they were."
"No! That's-that's not true."
"Isn't it? You merely use your concepts of justice and freedom to excuse
your own desires for power and control. You've hidden behind the `superhero'
facade to indulge in your own arrogant confirmation of power. In fact, your entire
people have! Answer me, Drusilla, THIS IS THE TRUTH."
She looked ready to cry, as her shoulders slumped. The lasso for--d the
truth of the matter before her. "Yes! Yes it is," she sobbed, hiding her face in her
hands.
Diana could stand no more. "Stop it! Stop it! Dru, you don't know what
you're saying!" she thought, but she still could not speak. The Warlock looked over
and flashed a frightening smile at her.
"I want you two to remember that over the next few days. We are separated
only by a thin line of morality - a line that can be crossed if you're not careful.
He stepped back and examined Drusilla's tightly-clad form closely.
"Remove your costume please."
She moved to obey him, the voice of the lasso once again sending a clear
message through her brain. She slid the shoulder straps of her leotard down, then
pulled the one-piece fabric over her legs and off. While still leaned over, she
removed her boots, then stood straight, the lasso around her shoulders and the tiara
on her forehead the only covering.
The Warlock nodded at the beautiful sight of her form. Despite her age of
nearly fifteen hundred years, she looked no older than seventeen, a young woman
just coming into herself. Her breasts hung round and shapely, like two creamy orbs
in her chest. Her legs were long and slender, and her hips, while a bit thin, still had
a fine womanly curve to them. The bare slit between her crotch indicated that she
had shaved recently. Wonder Girl shivered at the sight of a man viewing her
helpless, naked form.
"And now Wonder Woman. Disrobe, if you will."
As he spoke, the lasso blasted the command into Diana’s mind, and she felt her
hands move against her will to the zipper below her shoulder blades. Her ample
cleavage compressed for a moment, then sprang back as her luscious breasts came
free of the bustier. They rolled slightly before coming to rest in perfect spheres,
their rounded tops rising and falling with the heroine's breath. She wanted to
scream, to cry out and make a stand against this. this violation. But she could not.
All she could do was pull the remainder of her outfit off as the Warlock had
commanded.
Do you have any idea how attractive you are in that outfit?" the Warlock
queried as she removed her bracelets. "You prance around with bare arms and legs,
revealing your flesh for the world to see. Yet, you decry sexual attraction as an evil
against women and you yourself are oblivious of the arousal you inspire. I intend to
pay you back in kind for that hypocrisy," he finished. With a soft thump, the
remainder costume hit the floor. Her tan, wide hips curved out in graceful arcs
before an untouched thatch of dark pubic hair. The soft lines of her body hid well-
formed muscles, exuding strength - yet femininity - in a striking way. She was a
vision.
"Indeed, you are truly a Wonder Woman. I look forward to making you my
queen. Now, it is time to begin." He gestured to her remaining two Alpha slaves,
who stepped up behind him. "Attach Wonder Girl to the first converter." They
moved instantly to obey, grasping Drusilla's bare arms and dragging her towards
the machinery in front of her. With a flourish, he pulled the magic lasso free of her.
With her mind cleared, Wonder Girl immediately began struggling against her
captors. But without her power belt, it was no use. They easily dragged her up to the
first apparatus, and fitted her clenched fists into the waiting bindings. Her legs were
caught by a pair of stirrups which fitted around her ankles, forcing her to spread
them wide.
There were other attachments as well. Each slave produced a diode,
attached to the nearby computer with a wire. They attached each diode to Drusilla's
nipples, and the young nymph could feel the equipment hold fast to her skin. A
series of circuitry and wires spiderwebbed out from them, covering her chest with a
glittering network of electrical wiring. A strange headgear, like a clear set of VR
goggles descended over her face. More wires and diodes shot out from the top,
securing themselves to her forehead and tiara. Even bound like this, she refused to
give up, battling helplessly against her restraints. Diana could not help but be proud
of her fighting spirit.
"And now the elder."
With a flash, the two slaves returned and pulled Wonder Woman towards
the waiting machine. She fought and battled even harder than Wonder Girl, but in
the end, she was attached to the second converter the same way. There was nothing
attached to her chest however, no diodes or other equipment. She couldn't
understand quite what that meant.
The Warlock watched them for a moment as the fought against their binds,
then nodded to Nichole, who began executing a series of commands. Still
struggling, Wonder Woman looked over at him and snarled.
"What do you intend to do?" she hissed, trying to sound fierce.
"Why, make you my slaves of course. This machinery is designed to
rewrite codes of memory and personality in the brain, making them fit any pattern I
desire. I'm going to transform you into personal servants - villainesses more than
willing to do my every bidding. And that's just the beginning, Wonder Woman. Just
the beginning."
The conversion device hummed to life, and Wonder Woman felt a low
buzz at the base of her neck. A needle-like wire had pushed through her luxurious
hair and entered the soft flesh beneath. Beside her, her sister's eyes widened as a
similar wire entered the base of her skull. Their struggles increased.
"The sensation you are feeling is a set of microscopic circuitry, implanting
itself in your nervous system. As the process develops, your nerve endings and brain
cells will become grafted to the circuitry. The technology controls the firing of
synapses in your brain, allowing me to alter them at will. I can control your
movements, your emotions, even your memories and personality. I will have access
to every facet of your being, and can mold you to suit my desires. Being an amazon,
however, you might summon the will to resist the process, so I thought I
would...distract you while it takes place."
Smiling evilly, he removed the leggings and boots he wore, revealing a
large member stiffening with arousal. A few muttered words, and he was rising off
the floor to float menacingly towards Diana. She shuddered as he approached, and
redoubled her efforts against her bindings. He moved next to her, felt the closeness
of her flesh and the fear in her sweat. Grasping each of her clenched fists, he slowly
for--d her fingers apart, intertwining them with his own. She thrashed and kicked,
but the restraints held her tight.
"Leave. leave me alone," she managed to assert.
"Oh no, my dear," he smiled, telekinetically maneuvering into position.
"You are about to learn what it means to be my slave." He planted a kiss on her soft,
sensual lips, then slowly thrust his penis up into her crotch. She realized what was
happening and tried to clench her pubic muscles shut, but it was no use. He slid his
member easily into her exposed vagina.
At the same time, a concentrated series of lights began flashing from the
goggles into her eyes. The lights contained subliminal suggestions which they
planted in her brain, enhancing her sexual arousal while weakening her ability to
resist. As she focused on the new sensations bombarding her mind and body, she
was for--d to divert her attention from the nanotechnology invading her. The
pounding in her head continued as the Warlock's computers dug deep into her
mind. While she still struggled bravely against the process, she couldn't help but be
aroused by the situation she found herself in. Never before had she been reduced to
such powerlessness...the Warlord could do what he pleased with her. Despite all,
the prospect did not seem an entirely negative one.
"OH!" she gasped, her arousal growing at the computer's bidding. Her
psyche was now irretrievably connected to the machinery around her. Instinctively,
she thrust upward, a flood of repressed sexuality overcoming her in a wave. She
wanted to reach out and grab him, but the bindings around her wrists prevented her
from moving. Her muscles loosened to give him better purchase, then clamped shut
again. The computer delved deep into her brain, releasing erotic tensions held in
check for thousands of years. He began to pump in and out and she moaned in time
with his pumping. The sexual stimulation was overpowering as he continued to
thrust into her exposed clitoris. Her hips struggled to straddle him, to take him into
her as he thrust again and again and again. And all the time, his nanotechnology
burrowed deeper into her being.
"Oh-oh-oh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-UH-UH-UH-UH-AAAAAAHHHHH!" she
screamed as the climax overcame her. She twisted and thrashed, impaling herself
on him, her body doused in sweat. She discharged heavily and threw her head back,
cooing erotically as the sensations blotted out any thoughts of her predicament. Her
orgasm spent, she collapsed amid the restraints, semi-conscious and fulfilled. The
Warlock dismounted her, apparently satisfied.
"Not bad for the first time. Still, you could use some. fine tuning. The
next few weeks should be interesting indeed."
Wonder Woman looked passively over at her sister, who writhed in
pleasure beneath the converter's machinations. She did not have the Warlock to
pleasure her, but the machinery around her seemed to be making up for it. A
mechanical dildo had slid up between her legs like a snake, its tip imbedded deeply
in her crotch. As Wonder Woman watched, the dildo pulsed and pushed; it was
obviously stimulating her sister very deeply. Drusilla pumped her hips back and
forth in time with the dildo between her legs, sending her into heights of ecstatic
stimulation. The circuitry on her breasts pulsed and hummed, and Wonder Woman
could almost feel the pleasurable pain they were sending deep into Drusilla's chest.
The girl's fists clenched and unclenched, her toes curled and straightened as she
struggled to take in the totality of the experience. Beneath the goggles, her eyes had
rolled up to the whites. Whatever resistance she had was long since spent, and now
the Warlock's circuitry was penetrating every facet of her being. As Diana watched
she could sense her sister's spirit, the bright ray of joy and innocence slowly
twisting into something else - something much darker. Wonder Girl screamed
orgasmically, and Diana turned away with a shudder.
"We're in trouble," she thought. "Deep trouble."
A stirring in the machinery around her rose her from her thoughts. With a
cry, she saw a series of appendages launch themselves at her defenseless form. A
dildo like Wonder Girl's rose up from the floor, sinking deeply into her sex. She
cried out at the shock as a pair of diodes connected to her breasts and expanded,
sending their circuitry across the luxurious curves. And still, the humming at the
base of her skull continued to plant more and more of the Warlock's machinery into
her.
"Unfortunately, Wonder Woman, I have other things to attend to." The
Warlock's chuckle rumbled through her. "There are plans afoot, great plans that
require my attention. But I do not wish you to become bored while the conversion
process continues."
The computers hummed to life and began to stimulate her body much the
way her sister. She cried out as she felt her arousal growing again.
"The machines are designed to test your limits. They will push your body
as far as it can go and further. Further than you ever dreamed. It's all quite
necessary, I assure you. Enjoy." he turned and strode from the room.
Diana now found herself locked in battle with the machinery around her,
which stimulated her faster and faster. Her strength, already reduced, was no match
for the machines, and as she rose to orgasm a second time, she knew she could do
nothing. Hours went by, of endless struggling against a relentless tormentor.
Orgasm after ograsm washed over her and each one took its toll on her stamina.
Eventually, she stopped fighting altogether, allowing the machine to engage in its
erotic torture at will. After a time, she stopped discharging as well, her body fluids
spent in relentless physical stimulation. Still, she rose on, climbing to increasingly
painful heights of sexuality at the now-unresisted bidding of the machine. Finally,
mercifully, she lost consciousness.

Part II

"Wake up, big sister." the voice penetrated her brain. It sounded familiar,
yet sinister too. She opened her eyes, still suspended in the apparatus. The machine
was quiet but the appendages attached to her were still in place. Her body felt raw
and used, her lump breasts swollen from over-stimulation. And something in her
mind did not feel quite right - like a quiet buzzing that would not go away.
The shadowy of shape of the speaker stood before her, cloaked in the
darkness of the Warlock's lab.
"Who are you?!" she demanded. "Show yourself."
The darkened form stepped into the light for Wonder Woman to see.
"Dru!" she gasped. It was Wonder Girl, but her sister had changed.
The tight red jumpsuit was gone, replaced by an outfit of black leather that
revealed significantly more. Dark boots went up to a set of black see-through
stockings that hugged every curve of her sister's legs. They swelled up over her
hips, terminating in a thin bikini brief that V-ed sharply over her crotch. Two
pieces of black leather material continued up her sides, lifting and separating the
twin globes of her chest and terminating behind her neck. A pair of black gloves
and a black tiara completed the outfit, leaving her belly, arms, and upper chest
completely bare. Drusilla's patented mischievousness still gleamed in her eyes, but
now it was tainted with something darker, more cruel. She walked up to her sister
and planted a deep, sensuous kiss on her shocked lips.
"What have they done to you?!" she whispered. Wonder Girl laughed.
"Just let me grow up a bit, Diana. And in time, you will too."
Diana stared, shocked, at what had become of her sister. The Warlock
strode up behind her with a sinister smile on his face. He cusped Drusilla's breast
with one hand and began softly kneading her flesh. Wonder Girl, moaned and let
herself lean back against her new master's muscular form.
"This is just a taste of things to come, Wonder Woman. You sister has
been converted and soon you will too. Did you enjoy the experience my machines
gave you? As my slave/queen, you will be expected to serve my appetites at any
time, and I've found this to be an. adequate substitute. I must say, even without
your magic belt, your stamina was quite impressive. I can hardly wait until you
submit to me fully."
"I'll never submit to you," she gasped weakly. "You can never break my
spirit."
"Oh, I'm afraid I already have, my dear. My nanocircuitry has successfully
been implanted into your body. At a single command, you will surrender yourself to
me, your previous life wiped out in an instant. Like your sister, your innate
goodness will be replaced by evil, your great strength will be harnessed to serve my
every whim. But where's the fun in that? When you submit to me, Princess Diana, I
want you to submit of your own free will."
"And how do you expect me to do that?"
"When you wish it. You may execute a mental command that fully
activates the circuitry in your mind. Your soul will give itself fully to me, and you
will exist as my willing slave until the end of time. First, however, you must don
your new uniform, as a gesture of obedience."
He stepped aside, patting Drusilla's hip and pointed at a glowing platform
in the center of the room. A black leather uniform hung there, suspended to match
her perfect dimensions. Like Drusilla's, it was a mockery of her old strapless
costume. Black boots, black gloves and a black tiara hung in their appropriate
positions, a black leather bikini bottom covering the crotch. A strapless brassiere
designed to look like an eagle in flight covered the chest, leaving just enough to the
imagination to arouse the onlooker.
Diana shuddered and stared at her sister. Submit, as she did? become a
willess agent of evil? Never! Yet at the same time, an unknown longing rose from
the depth of her soul. To be stimulated as she had... to taste the pleasures that came
with such slavery... and that new uniform, for all its twisted mockery, seemed
strangely. arousing.
"Never," she said, resisting the siren call. "I'll never submit to you." The
old arrogance had crept back into her voice.
"We'll see if you're so proud when your people are converted."
"What?!" she gasped. "What are you talking about?"
"Your cherished homeland. My revenge against you would not be complete
if I didn't take Paradise Island with me. Drusilla here will infiltrate the island and
bring your mother here. Once she is corrupted, it won't be long before we can bring
your entire people under my thumb." He chuckled evilly while softly exploring
Wonder Girl's exposed flesh.
"Can you imagine how mother will take this stimulation, Di? Don't you
want to give he the same sense of fulfillment we had?" Drusilla sighed softly as her
master caressed her skin.
"No!" Paradise Island! Converted to the Warlock's evil!
"Dru, you can't!" she pleaded. "It's our people, you can't turn them over to
him!"
"Oh, but I look forward to it. Being bad is so much more fun than being
good, Diana. You'll see. Besides, the Master commands it, and I must do his
bidding." she smiled evilly.
"No!" once again, Wonder Woman began to struggle against her bonds,
hoping against hope to stop the coming conquest.
"Save your strength, my slave. You'll need it. And now, Wonder Girl, if
you will..."
"I hear and obey, master," She left his side and touched a control on a
nearby console, turning back to Wonder Woman as she did so. Instantly, the
machinery hummed to life again, and the Princess Diana found herself sucked once
more into the maw of erotic stimulation...

An unknown time later, she awoke. The last few days were a haze of pain,
struggling, and a floodgate of sexual awakening. She now knew intimately what her
people had denied themselves for so long.
Sitting up slowly, she found herself in a small room lit by a constant white
glow from the walls, floor, and ceiling. Even the cot which she had laid on was
glowing, connected as it was to the wall. A pedestal stood in the center of the room,
and above it floated her old uniform, its star-spangled silk curved in precise
proportion to her dimensions.
"Minus the useful stuff, naturally," she thought, noting the absence of her
belt and lasso. Even so, any covering at all would be welcome - stripped naked as
she was - and the costume revived feelings of her old self - the self before the
Warlock had come - within her. They might just get out of this yet.
As she dressed, she took care to examine her body for any signs of damage.
Surprisingly, there was none. Her breasts, pumped raw and red by the conversion
device, had returned to their former perkiness, and her soft white flesh showed no
marks of the torment she had undergone. Even her crotch looked strangely
untouched, as if the incredible penetration she remembered had never occurred at
all. She felt fine.
A door in the far corner opened out from the wall as she straightened her
bracelets, and in marched the three silver-clad slaves . Their eyes glowed in time
with the surroundings, the pupils absent from the softly lit whites. Before she could
react, the red head shot out her arm and an arc of electricity engulfed her. She froze
as it played up and down her body.
"The master orders you to attend him," they spoke as one, the flat
monotone of their voices sending shivers up her spine. "Resist and we will be for--d
to pacify you."
"Don't worry," she muttered, her paralysis vanishing as the red-head
lowered her hand. She didn't feel up to another burst like that. She would bide her
time until the odds seemed better. Nodding silently at the trio, she allowed herself to
be escorted out of the room.

The Warlock sat on an ornate chromium throne, the seat affording a view
of the immense antechamber before him. A similar, smaller throne sat to his left
and several pedestals like the ones seen earlier descended down the dais before him.
A huge screen dominated the far side of the room, and several smaller screens hung
on the wall to his left. He rose and smiled as she entered the room.
"Ah, Wonder Woman, so glad you could make it. I trust you wouldn't want
to miss this historic moment."
He gestured and the trio grabbed her, forcing her up the dais towards the
smaller throne. She struggled weakly, but her heart simply wasn't in it, and they
had no trouble sitting her down in the chair. Once secure, a set of restraints
slammed shut over her wrists, knees, ankles and waist, binding her to the seat. The
trio descended to take three of the platforms, kneeling before the man who owned
their souls. He looked at Diana and smiled.
"My headquarters is now hundreds of feet beneath your hidden island
home. Wonder Girl has been sent to the surface in your plane, equipped with
several. unique pieces of jewelry."
As he spoke, he produced a pair of circular diodes and leaned over to her.
She shuddered at his approach, but could not move against her restraints and he
attached the pair to her tiara.
"they're similar to these, my dear, although not quite the same. These will
block any telepathic transmissions you try to make, while those your sister is armed
with have a more pragmatic purpose."
As he spoke, the screen flickered to life, showing a view of Drusilla -
garbed in her red jumpsuit - setting down her invisible jet in her ancestral palace
home. Her mother, Queen Hippolyta, descended the marble steps to meet her, her
tall blonde form positively glowing with joy.
"Mother," Diana whispered. "Help us please."
"She cannot hear you, my slave queen. She is oblivious to your presence, as
are your friends. I have seen to that."
The screen continued to follow Drusilla through the palace as she spoke
words of unheard greeting to her mother and hurried back to her rooms. There, she
quickly changed out of her costume into a short white hunting toga, ideal for
playing with her friends. Diana could see the dark gleam in her eyes, though, and
shifted uncomfortably as she produced a set of circular discs similar to the ones
attached to her tiara. Placing them in a pouch at her belt, she bounded out her room
and towards the exist, her long tan legs bare below the thigh.
"She's going to the beach to play with some friends, my dear. Watch
closely. The conquest of paradise is about to begin."
The scene shifted again to a wide sandy beach, where several youthful girls
were frolicking. Diana started as she saw it, a small gasp escaping her lips. She
knew this place. It was Olympus beach, on the north shore of the island, where she
had played a thousand times in the past. And the women there. they were her
friends. Here was Atalanta, the lithe hunter, bronzing her bare body on the sand.
There were Castrella and Polixia, the best weavers on the island, splashing each
other playfully in the surf. She had known all of them from her earliest childhood,
had grown up with them as they bloomed and developed into the gorgeous Amazons
they now were. She could almost hear the laughter as their tunic-clad forms leapt to
and fro on the screen before her
And now they were in mortal danger. From a woman they trusted as one of
their own. Their scantily-clad bodies seemed vulnerable in ways she never knew
existed while she stared fascinated at their unknowing frolics.
As she watched helplessly, Wonder Girl came bounding up to meet them,
her chest bouncing beneath the thin white cotton of her tunic. They all rose to greet
her - some clothed, some not - jabbering excitedly about news from the world of
men. She answered them animatedly, flashing the mischievous smile they all knew
and loved. And then, nodding knowingly at their excited conversations, she
produced her discs and handed one to each girl. Expressions of naive joy flashed
across their faces as the princess helped each of them secure it to their persons.
Those with clothing pinned it to their cloth, those without to their hair or ears.
Atalanta fitted it snugly to her sandal thong, admiring its glitter against her tanned,
shapely calf. Once they had all been secured, they pranced about in mock vanity,
bragging jokingly to each other about how much more beautiful they were with
Drusilla's new presents.
"No." Diana gasped, painfully aware of what would soon occur. "Please,
don't. They're innocent, they've done no wrong."
"Except be close to you, you self-righteous do-gooder!," the Warlock
turned with sudden, savage fury. "your people have remained isolated and cut off,
awash in their own narcissistic desires and unaware of the darkness that covers so
much of the world. It will be my great pleasure to correct that oversight."
On the screen, Drusilla glanced up and down the beach to make sure she
wasn't watched, then raised her hand and gave a slight nod. At the signal, the
Warlock touched a button on his belt, then turned to his captive. With a flash, he
produced her magic lasso and tied her tight to the chair, wrapping it about her
middle with deft dexterity. That done, he issued an order to her tortured mind
which she could not help but obey: "watch."
Suddenly, each of the discs ensconced on the Amazon girls sprang to life.
Nanocircuitry spiderwebbed out across their tanned, smooth flesh, snaring them in a
glittering web that hugged them like a second skin. Their exclamations of joy
turned quickly to confusion and fear as the wiring criss-crossed their bodies. The
swell of their breasts were captured in the Warlock's devices, their smooth bellies
and wide hips vanishing beneath a thinly knitted veil of conversion circuitry. They
cried out as one, struggling to escape the rapidly expanding cocoons that had
emerged from their gifts. As the nanotechnology spread down their thighs and legs,
they lost their balance one by one and thrashed madly in the sand. Drusilla stood
watching their confused struggles, a wicked smile on her lips.
"Great Hera, no." Diana moaned, watching the unfolding sight with
increasing horror.
The circuitry slowed and eventually stopped, leaving each girl's head still
visible. Their bodies were encased in a perfect web of nanotechnology, their arms
and legs pinned to their sides. Small bursts of electricity played across their curves
as their struggles slowed dramatically, becoming more rhythmic, less for--d. Their
cries of fear were soon replaced by moans of ecstasy as the circuitry began
stimulating their erogenous zones. Wonder Woman's eyes widened in fear. "You're
not."
"Indeed I am, Diana. As my devices imbed themselves in your Amazonian
sisters' nervous systems, they are experiencing sexual stimulation similar to what
you have. I take it they are all virgins, yes? Then this should be quite an experience
for them."
The coos and moans coming from the screen soon lost all urgency as the
girls were completely overcome by the sensations playing across them. They thrust
their hips in an instinctive parallel of the sex act, their breasts rising and falling in
rhythm with the machines. Their eyes rolled up to the whites and began glowing
softly as their breath came shorter and shorter. With a cry, Atalanta climaxed, the
orgasm shuddering up her body like a shock wave. Polixia soon followed, her
glowing eyes coming to match the others. Slowly, the circuitry across their skin
vanished, sucked inside to become one with their minds. With each gasp and moan,
they came more and more under the Warlock's spell, their innocence and naivete‚
rewritten into something darker. They climaxed again and again moving in time
with the machinery that molded their bodies and souls. As each nerve ending
became computerized, as each synapse fell under the control of the Warlock's
insidious machines, their personalities began to alter. Their ethics and morality -
unquestioned since their birth - vanished in place of something far more sinister.
Their sexual appetites increased, their desire for peace and love disappeared. And
overshadowing it all was the presence of the Warlock, his computerized converters
chanting "obey.obey." into every corner of their being.
With a final climax, Atalanta sat up, her pupils returned and the
nanotechnology invisible beneath her tanned skin. With a dark smile and a knowing
nod, she joined Drusilla in watching the others. One by one, they completed their
transformations and rose, testing their newly sensualized bodies like cautious
experimenters. Castrella was the last, her golden tresses standing in sharp relief to
the darkness that swam in the depths of her eyes. Their innocence had vanished
completely, replaced by a cruel sensuality that spoke to depths of unexplored carnal
pleasure
"Did you notice how fast the conversion was?" the Warlock turned and
asked conversationally. "I have you and your sister to thank for that. With the
reading I gained for your conversions, and with help from the telepathic link you
share with your sisters, I can convert and enslave a given Amazon within minutes.
The diodes on your forehead." he gestured as Diana looked on in mute
helplessness. ".send them subtle commands to cease resistance. In conjunction
with the microcircuitry, it's quite effective."
On the screen, the girls had come to attention with a sharp explanation
from Drusilla. Gathering up their scattered clothing, they bean to dress quickly as the
princess produced her bag of discs. Handing a few to each girl, she gave a series of
instructions and commands, telling them how to plant them on their fellow
Amazons. The girls quickly nodded, then scattered to the four winds, their games
forgotten beneath the siren call of a sinister purpose. The invasion had begun.
The screen shut off and the Warlock turned to Wonder Woman, a mental
command releasing her from her restraints. The buxom heroine stood up slowly,
confused. As each of her friends had been engulfed by the Warlock's spell, she had
felt something inside her vanish, some small good part of her soul replaced with
something darker. The communal link she shared with her sisters on Paradise
island had become tainted, and with it, a part of herself had become tainted as well.
She shuddered as she thought of what lay ahead.
As if reading her thoughts, the Warlock nodded, smiling wickedly as he
rearranged her lasso around her. "Yes. That's how it begins. With each new
convert, your desire to fight me will lessen and lessen. Your soul is tied to your
people, Wonder Woman, and as they fall to me, so too will you."
Diana shook her head, struggling to come to grips with this horrifying
truth. The lasso around her was making it hard to think, to rationalize what had
transpired away.
"They'll fight you. They'll beat you back. My mother will not stand for this
invasion of her people."
"Oh, I think you'll be surprised at how easy it will be, my pet." The
Warlock smiled and reached behind her to loosen her costume. She felt him close to
her, his hands exploring her tanned shoulder blades as he reached for the zipper.
Her costume fell off like a husk and she felt, unbidden, an overpowering sense of
sexual arousal from within her. The heat rose from her loins and a need for
fulfillment overpowered her rational mind. She didn't have the strength to fight it.
The Warlock swung behind her and wrapped her chest in a soft embrace.
His hands slowly squeezed her huge breasts, exploring and stimulating the generous
curves of her flesh. He kneaded and rubbed them between his fingers, delighting in
their instinctive arousal. She tried to cry out but she found that she couldn't, and as
he leaned over to whisper in her ear, all thoughts of resisting him vanished.
"You'll forgive me, my dear, but watching your sister in action has put me
in the mood. It seems as if you too have been aroused, yes?" A shuddering nod
answered him, her mind all but overwhelming by the stimulation.
"Slaves!" He barked to the three women who instantly rose at his
command. "Monitor the progress of the invasion and inform me of any significant
developments." His hands slid down her bare belly and he rocked her motherly
thighs in time with his movements. She let out a soft cry of eroticism and despair.
"My queen and I will be busy for the next few hours." Descending the dais,
he led the now-docile Princess Diana away into the depths of his fortress.

*****

Part III


Queen Hippolyta sat uneasily on her marble throne and stared quizzically
at the strange jewelry she held in her hand. It was shaped like a disc, with a metallic
glint and a strange glittering pattern across the front. She did not know what to
make of it, but was sure it had not been manufactured here. Which meant it came
from the outside world.
Reports for the last few days had given her cause to worry. Some of her
subjects claimed a conspiracy was afoot, that members of the community were being
changed by some outside force. Girls returned from walks with darkness in their
eyes, a form of moving and acting that was alien to them. Some claimed that their
condition was infectious, that they should be quarantined until they learned what
was wrong. And within the last few hours, reports of fights had come in, of tainted
and untainted Amazons battling against each other for supremacy. A civil war was
apparently brewing.
One of her loyal servants had brought her this disc a few minutes ago,
claiming it had come from one of the defeated "foes." Hippolyta was convinced it
lay at the heart of the mystery and that solving it would end this destructive conflict.
She needed to find out what it meant.
If it came from the world of men, then her daughter Diana would be the
one to question. She had tried contacting Wonder Woman telepathically, but got no
response, a development that unsettled her even more. Where was Diana when her
people needed her?
Fortunately, Drusilla was here, and she could certainly answer some of the
questions that troubled the royal brow. A mental command summoned her youngest
daughter from her chambers into the throne room.
With a start, the Princess strode in, her friend Atalanta behind her.
Apparently, the two had been together sewing or some such, and hadn't felt like
separating. No matter. Any insight the dark-haired huntress could add would be
beneficial - if not entirely expected.
"You called mother?" her daughter's cheerful voice assuaged her dark
concerns.
"You have no doubt heard my child, of the madness infecting our people?"
"Only bits and pieces, mother," the buxom nymph replied, her brown eyes
wide. "It sounds like it's just another new game."
Hippolyta smiled at her youngest's innocence. How could she explain this
to one so untouched?
"By Hera, I wish it were, my daughter. I wish it were. The truth however is
far more serious." She held up the disc for the two girls to see. "We have found
these on the persons of tainted Amazons, and I am convinced it is the cause of the
problem."
Drusilla stared at it intently, her face scrunching thoughtfully. "It looks
like something from the outside world."
"My thoughts exactly, daughter. Have you seen it's like in your travels."
The Princess glanced at Atalanta, then shook her head. "No mother.
Never. Wait." She stopped, her eyes growing wide. "We saw these. We saw these
just yesterday in a pile out by the forest."
"Where?" Hippolyta leaned forward, her eyes frantic and blazing.
"Just out past the palace walls. Atalanta was there, she saw them with me."
Her friend nodded helpfully. "We thought somebody stacked them there, but didn't
want to touch them."
"You were wise to do so children. Can you show me where they were?"
"Oh yes, mother, it wasn't far at all!" The two stood up excitedly, pointing
the way out of the palace. Hippolyta stood up to her imposing six-foot four, and
shaking her regal blonde tresses turned to the ceremonial guards flanking her.
"I shall be gone momentarily. Inform any audience seekers that I will hear
their concerns later."
The guards nodded silently, their ornate Grecian breastplates matching
their tall spears and plumed helmets. They stood at rapt attention as their queen and
princess strode out of the room.
The trees grew tall and thick out beyond the castle walls, and Hippolyta
had to lift her royal robes to keep from dragging them on the forest floor. They soon
lost sight of the palace.
"Where did you say they were, Drusilla?" Her daughter and the other girl
had bounced far ahead on the path.
"Just up here, mother. Not far," the voice sounded distant, and she hurried
to catch up. Pushing past the vines and branches, she saw the two girls standing at
attention in a small clearing. Drusilla seemed to be muttering something.
"Where? Where did you see them."
"Right here, mother," the last word was spoken with an icy grate, and
Hippolyta realized the awful truth. Somehow, her daughter had been infected! She
only had a split second to contemplate the revelation before her feet slipped out
from under her. A deep hole, apparently out of nowhere, appeared beneath her
golden sandals, and she lost her balance. She had time to glance up and see the pit
close above her and then she was falling. falling. falling.

Diana floated in mid-air, completely naked save for her tiara. Below her,
the pedestal in the conversion chamber cast a pillar of light up towards the ceiling,
a pillar which held her in its grasp. Her muscles were completely frozen, save for
her mouth. She could open it enough to speak but could conduct no other action,
nor could she look away from the sight before her.
In front of the pedestal sat a conversion machine, identical to the one
which had transformed her. The sight of it conjured up countless memories in her.
of violation, awakening, and utter, utter servitude. She could not help but shudder
in anticipation of its next victim.
Behind her sat the Warlock ensconced on his metallic throne. She could
feel his eyes bore into her, could feel them exploring every inch of her body, but she
could do nothing to stop it. During the last few days, the villain had taught her
sexual techniques and ways of behavior she scarcely knew existed. She had tried to
fight, to avoid listening to his sinister lessons, but the combination of his
dominance, the magic lassos and her own desire had worked to undo her. She still
resisted with all of her strength, but each new convert among her sisters brought her
closer to the abyss. And she could not help but be curious as to what her captor had
planned next.
A door to her left slid open and in walked the three Alpha slaves, leading
Queen Hippolyta behind them. The older woman was bound by a set of glowing
manacles attached to a chain, held by the red-headed Victoria. As they walked into
the throne room, Diana recognized her mother and tried to cry out.
"Mother! Run, get away from here, it's."
"That will be enough, slave," the Warlock interrupted from his seat. "It's
far too late for any of that." He rose and moved towards his latest prize, who was
beside herself with shock and rage.
"Diana! What has happened to you? By Hera, who is this impudent male,
and why has he attacked our people in such a manner?!"
She pulled herself to her full six foot-four - towering above her three
jailers - and stared the Warlock straight in the eye.
"What is the meaning of this? How dare you attack my person and those
of my daughters! I demand to be released this instant!" even bound as she was, her
voice carried an air of imperial authority that caused the three slave girls to shift
uncomfortably. The Warlock, however, merely smiled.
"I know now where Wonder Woman gets her fire. My conquest of her is
now all but complete." He reached out and tore her imperial toga away, leaving her
naked save for her sandals and crown. The room was silent.
Diana's bountiful figure was recognizable in the form of Hippolyta, but it
was older, more matured. Her breasts hung like ripened melons, the nipples tan and
slightly raised. Her wide hips showed the strain of childbirth, but still curved down
smoothly to her well-muscled thighs. Her clitoris was untouched - as befitted a
virgin queen - but her crotch was smooth and shaven, the blonde thatch that
should have been there long since removed. She looked as fertile as a spring valley,
a motherly sexuality not quite like those of her offspring.
Hippolyta was now incoherent with shock and rage.
"How dare you!"
"I dare, slave, because I have the power to do so. I have your daughters,
and once you are converted I will have your people." He reached out to touch her
breast, but she pulled away, disgusted.
"I am Queen Hippolyta of the Amazons! I will not permit you to continue
this r@?3* of my land and my people!"
"I'm afraid you have no choice, slave Hippolyta. Secure her to the
conversion device!"
Wonder Woman could only look on in shock and horror as the three girls
dragged her mother into the machine. Soon, she was secured and spread-eagled, her
body splendid in all its bound glory. The computerized dildo hung between her legs.
Her telepathic link freed, Diana called out to her mother's mind, and was recoiled
by the emotions she found: Hippolyta was deathly afraid.
"Fight it mother," she called out telepathically. "Fight with all your
strength!" But beyond that, deep in the recesses of her subconscious, she was glad
that Hippolyta would soon feel the same stimulation she herself had, and she knew
that the queen could sense those emotions in her
Nichole produced a pair of metal diodes, attached by computer wires to the
wall, and connected them to the Queen's nipples. They grasped on with a slight
sucking sound, and Hippolyta thrashed around madly, attempting to dislodge them.
Her massive chest sloshed back and forth, rising and falling with her panicked
breathing. The converter's VR goggles swung down across her face and strapped
themselves to her head. Wonder Woman held her breath as she remembered the
same experience she had felt only a few days before.
"As the only Amazon capable of bearing children, you will serve me quite
well. I hope you enjoy the process as much as your subjects have."
The conversion device hummed to life, and Hippolyta was soon engaged in
a struggle for her soul as the Warlock's nanotechnology began to interface with her
nervous system. The Queen sweated and strained and, for a moment, seemed to be
holding the invasion off, but then the computer's sexual program engaged and she
was lost.
Diana floated, horrified as she watched her mother get sucked into the
maw of the machine. The older woman's eyes opened wide at the influx of
stimulation, her hips writhing with enforced passion. The diodes on her nipples
hummed and whirred, and Diana could see the curves of her breasts - breasts she
herself had fed from thousands of years ago - rise and harden at their touch.
Hippolyta gasped as her chest rose and fell, thrashing her head in an attempt to
escape the subliminal assault of the goggles covering her eyes. The dildo plunged
into her crotch and began moving in and out, like a piston on a locomotive. The
Queen squealed with surprise, but could do little to escape its machinations. She
moaned and thrashed, her crotch moving in time with the dildo, the sexual
stimulation beginning to overcome her. Her breathing increased, her eyes rolled up
to the whites, and she tossed her head to and fro as the machine commanded her to
climb to orgasm. Her hair came loose and fell in golden cascades around her
shoulders, tossing like a silky sea as she moan erotically. Her eyes began to glow
blue, and Diana could feel the goodness that was her mother slowly slip away. With
a start, Wonder Woman realized that she was aroused at the sight.
As if on cue, she heard the Warlock's voice in her brain.
"You mother, the virgin queen, is quickly falling to my designs. The
converter moves much more quickly now, and I expect her to be mine within the
hour. With her gone, the remainder of your people will flock to me, eager to join
their royal family on the dark side."
"No." she pleaded "Please, no."
She felt his touch upon her bare ass, stroking the naked curves of her
buttocks.
"I sense you reaching out to her, trying to comfort her. Why? My slave,
have you ever thought about her relationship to you. She is a ruler! the Queen of an
immortal race of Amazons! She cannot die and her aging stopped after her
immaculate conceptions of you and your sister. Why on Earth would she need an
heir?"
With a start, Diana realized she was right. Hippolyta had never mentioned
stepping down, and among a race of immortals, there seemed no need to. So why
did she need a daughter?
"You would always have been her inferior, Diana," The Warlock intoned
as Hippolyta shrieked with orgasm. "You would always have had to bow and scrape
before her whim, always had to play the second fiddle to her."
"No." Diana tried to argue. "That's not right."
"Of course it is, my slave. But I am here to correct that oversight. You are
destined to be my queen, not her. You are the one who will lead your people, you
will be the one that all must answer to. You will have such power as you never
dreamed of at your command, and all you must do is give your soul to me."
He gestured and directed her attention to the right. Sitting next to the
device was another pedestal, one she hadn't noticed before. Floating upon it, in
proportion to her dimensions, was the black leather uniform she had seen earlier.
It's twisted homage to her was as loathsome as ever, but now she looked at it with
slightly different eyes. She saw the way it would reveal her figure, recognized how
it highlighted and enhanced her sexual characteristics. She realized now how she
had appeared to the outside world: an untouchable nymph who could be desired but
never achieved. She had not know then how much sexuality she had exuded. Now
she knew, and the siren call of that dark costume was difficult to resist.
And she would still be untouchable, wouldn't she? Ruling and beholden to
none, save her master, the Warlock. Her mother would fall beneath her and she
would rule her entire people, leading them on whatever crusades her master had
planned, while indulging in that sexual openness that before she had been so blind
to.
"No!" She cried, breaking the hypnotic charm. "I'll never submit."
"Have it your way, then." She felt him leave her mind and she focused
back on the sight before her. The cycle had concluded.
With a hum, the conversion device lowered, and released its victim to the
floor. Hippolyta fell to her knees as Barbara moved over and unstrapped the goggles
from her head. Looking down, Diana saw her mother's eyes glowing with an unholy
light, and as she looked on, she saw the Warlock, approached the fallen queen.
"Who do you serve, slave?" he asked, laying his hand on her head.
"You master," Hippolyta spoke in a mindless monotone. "I exist to serve
your whim and will give my body and soul to further your cause."
Wonder Woman uttered a cry of shame and despair at the sight of her
queen and mother kneeling before her nemesis. As she did so, she felt something
within her soul twist and vanish. The goodness of her mother, the warm light of her
presence that she and all her people carried within them had disappeared. The light
had been almost all that had let her resist the Warlock to this point, and now it was
gone. She felt her shoulders slump in defeat as she fought to grasp the implications.
The Warlock nodded as this and gestured to the Alpha slaves, who rose
from their posts to join him.
"It is time we left my greatest prize to contemplate her destiny." Here, he
lifted Hippolyta's docile form and grasped her left breast with one hand.
"Meantime, I need you to help me educate this slave in her new duties. Come
along." He gestured, and the entourage sauntered slowly out,. as they did so, the
lights and the machinery around them dimmed until the room was smothered in
utter darkness. Only two sources of light penetrated the blackness: the energy pillar
which contained Diana, and the pedestal lighting the black leather uniform. As the
echoes of the Warlock and his slaves dimmed, she could not help but stare at the
costume. The part of her that still fought wanted desperately to look away, but the
other part - the evil side she had kept repressed for so long - reveled in the
thought of a Wonder Woman reborn.
Time passed; an hour, a day, she could not tell. All that mattered was the
image before her, and the thoughts in her head. She could feel her mother still, now
willingly participating in the sensual stimulation the Warlock was subjecting her to.
The darkness called out again within her heart, urging her to join her family in
servitude. Despairingly, she turned to thoughts of her fellow Amazons. only to
realize that they had lost the fight as well. There were still a few unconverted, but
they no longer fought now; their resistance had ended with the conversion of their
queen, and now they flocked to be transformed into slaves like her. Even now she
could sense their awakening, feel their souls twist into black reflection of their
former selves. She could feel the light of Paradise Island flickering within her
soul. flickering, sputtering, and all but vanishing. With a shock, she realized that
her sisters had all been converted now - all knelt before the Warlock in utter, utter
servitude.
With a start, she realized that the energy pillar had been shut down. She
did not know how it had happened, only that it felt right. Suddenly, she was filled
with the overwhelming urge to wear the leather uniform, to don it as the symbol of
her new identity.
As if on cue, the three Alpha slaves appeared, standing in formation
around the pedestal. They reached up and grasped the pieces of the uniform and
brought them before her, kneeling as they did so. Smiling cruelly, she took the
clothing from their waiting hands and began to dress. She gently slipped the black
bikini thong on, sliding it up her quivering tan legs, fitting it over her wide
motherly hips and positioning it within her crotch. As she did so, she felt a surge of
power; somehow, her old belt had been incorporated into this new design, and her
strength had returned. Too late, it seemed. The eagle boustierre came up behind her,
enveloping her enormous endowment. The huge breasts were pulled up and together
forming two perfectly round, spherical mounds of flesh. The eagle's head was
directed downward, kneading her chest together and allowing for a generous
amount of cleavage. She could feel the mounds of flesh rising above part the leather
contained.
The calf-high boots had heels, which caused the muscles in her long legs to
shape and tighten, turning them into incredible showcases of form and beauty. The
leather was tight and form-fitting, and hugged every sensuous curve of her perfect
legs.
Finally, the black gloves fit over her hands and wrists, and Nicole placed
her new black tiara just above her forehead. she smiled, a dark smile unlike any
emotion she had expressed before. She was a vision, and she knew it, the most
beautiful woman in the world. And now, for everyone save her Master, she was
truly untouchable. And this seemed right, somehow. After everything she had been
through, she now truly believed this was her destiny.

She strode into the throne room, her servants following mindlessly in her
wake. Her shapely hips swung from side to side as she passed through the crowd
that had gathered. All of her sisters were here, all of the Amazons from Paradise
Island. Their clothes had been exchanged for revealing black uniforms, each one
different but each one highlighting their womanly desirability. The nanocircuitry of
the Warlock swam through their systems, and she almost sang with the thrill of it.
They belonged to him; they would be his army, and she would be the one to lead
him.
As she approached the throne, she saw her mother, collared and chained to
the right armrest of the Warlock. She was dressed in the same sensuous uniform as
Drusilla, who sat collared and chained to the left side. Hippolyta's eyes had returned
to normal, but the nobility and motherly love that had once filled them was gone. In
its place was a wild carnal desire and an absolute willingness to serve, the same
look that dominated her people. Diana nodded slowly at her fellow slave ("mother"
was no longer a term that fit) and advanced up the stairs. The Warlock stood, and
gestured at the smaller throne, where the three Alpha slaves knelt.
"Well, my queen, it seems you have accepted you fate after all." The
Warlock intoned.
"I have indeed. Master," the word sounded just right to her ears.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
"For your permission, my lord," she knelt before him and he laughed.
"Excellent! You already have the bearing of a slave/queen. Engage your
final transformation, and embrace your fate."
With a silent nod, Diana activated the dormant nanocircuitry inside her.
With a rush, it filled her being, and she could sense her mind and soul falling
irrevocably under her grip. Memories were altered, her personality was transformed,
and the last few vestiges of the old Wonder Woman vanished beneath computerized
commands. Her eyes rolled up and began glowing, she let out an overwhelming
gasp, and the transformation completed its programming.
Her eyes rolled back, now wilder, now darker. Her bright spiritual base was
now totally gone, replaced by erotic desire and the total willingness to serve the man
before her.
"I am you slave, master," she spoke as she hugged his knees and buried her
face in his crotch, which stiffened at her touch. He grasped her shoulders and turned
her around, raising her to her feet as he did so.
"Arise my queen, and greet your people."
"I hear and obey, Master." Smiling fiercely, she turned to her fellow
Amazons and raised her hands.
"Kneel before me, slaves, and give homage to your rightful Mistress!"
As one the converted sex slaves of Paradise Island, knelt in submission to
their new queen. Glancing down at Drusilla, she noticed her sister wink, and noted
how arousing she looked in her own uniform. As she smiled at the cheers and took
her place at her master's side, her only thought was: "How could I have fought
against this?"

The End