The woman left the cell, leaving Diana alone to bear the fullness and constant vibration of the hole. The small anal plug stirred repeatedly in her rectum, pressing against her sensitive nerve endings and transmitting the vibrations to every sensitive point in her body.
Diana opened her mouth, wanting to let out a satisfied moan, but she couldnt make any sound. Her body was restrained in the restraints and held in a position with her legs wide open, which made it impossible for her to expel the plug herself.
She broke down in tears, but could not even cry out loud. She had never experienced such pleasure —— the stimulation from behind was so intense, yet so hard to express. Her body involuntarily trembled with the vibrations of the anal plug, her vagina continuously contracting and spasming as if craving more caresses.
She realized that she could no longer resist the pleasure. Even if she wanted to, she could not stop the instinctive response of her body. She had fallen into a pure desire machine, at the mercy of her enemies.
The small anal plug caused a burst of pain that filled Dianas lower body, from her spine to her brain. The intense pain mixed with intense pleasure, almost suffocating her.
She thought she had been through so much training and fighting that she had developed a heart of steel. But now it seemed she was wrong. Her spirit was overwhelmed, and the willpower she took pride in was crumbling away.
She had overcome countless seemingly impossible challenges, but at this moment, she was defeated by such a small anal plug. Her greatest weakness —— her cloaca —— was so easily opened and filled with the cold metal.
She felt like she was going crazy. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to run away from the place. But her body was locked up in a restraints, and she could only watch as her sanity slipped away.
Diana reached orgasm with just that tiny anal plug. Her body trembled uncontrollably on the restraints, her nipples hard as rock. Her vagina convulsed wildly, spewing streams of warm fluid that soaked the sheets beneath her.
When the climax came, her mind was blank except for a surging surge of pleasure. She realized how much potential there was for pleasure in her chrysanthemum hole, and how easy it was to reach climax with just a little provocation.
This night was like hell for Diana. The tiny tampon vibrated inside her all night, bringing her pleasure that surged like waves. Her vagina spurted liquid countless times, soaking the ground beneath her. Her nipples remained erect, standing tall on her chest like two small mountains.
She tried to close her eyes and pretend she was asleep. But her bodys instinctive reaction was honest —— her nipples would uncontrollably stand up, and her genitals would continuously secrete lubricating fluid. She knew she couldnt fall asleep at all. All she could do was barely stay awake through one climax after another.
She had many orgasms, more than she had when she was raped by the artillery machine on the first day. Her brain was overwhelmed by pleasure and she couldnt think, let alone record time. She just felt that it was all too long.
Just as Diana was being brought to climax again by the anal plug, the door of the cell suddenly opened and familiar footsteps sounded. Diana immediately recognized the owner of the voice —— the man and woman who had successfully subdued her yesterday.
Her body was still trembling in the aftermath of the climax, her nipples and clitoris swollen and red with excitement. Her love fluid spurted from her lower body, soaking large sheets of bed. Her moans continued, growing louder with each passing moment.
The two men approached Diana, watching with great interest as the superhero reached her climax with a small anal toy. Diana knew that in their eyes, she must look utterly disheveled now. But she couldnt care less; she was immersed in the continuous climax.
Finally, Dianas climax was over. Her body slumped on the restraints, breathing heavily. Her eyes were still a little out of focus and her gaze was scattered. Her lips were red and swollen, and there was a little saliva on the tip of her tongue.
She heard the laughter of the two men and knew they must be laughing at her current state. But she didnt care. She just wanted to regain her strength quietly and build up for the next climax.
When Diana finally came to from the afterglow of the climax, she had enough energy to carefully observe the two men entering the cell. The mans right hand held a large bucket brimming with water, while his left carried a wooden dipper used for scooping water. A clean towel rested on his sturdy shoulders.
The woman was carrying a small, delicate box that she could not see what it contained. But Diana had an intuition that it was certainly not something good.
Diana suddenly felt a wave of fear. She had been a brave warrior, facing all kinds of enemies without fear. But now, facing these two seemingly ordinary mortals and their simple tools, she had a strange fear.
She didnt understand why she was feeling this way. But the feeling was so intense that she felt cold all over and her heart raced. She feared what they would do to her, even though she was still under their control.
Diana tried to calm herself down. She told herself that she had to stay rational to find a way out of here. But her reason became incredibly fragile in the face of this sudden terror. She found herself already regretting her initial decision —— why did she venture into the human world? Why did she choose to be their protector? Was all of this just a terrible mistake?
The two men slowly approached Diana, each step sending shivers down her spine. She could sense their eyes moving over her body as if assessing how to use her.
The man placed the bucket next to Dianas restraints and then reached out to stroke her hair. As she felt his hand caressing her scalp, she involuntarily turned her head, wanting to rub against his palm. This gesture made the man chuckle softly and left Diana even more embarrassed.
The woman moved behind Diana, pinching her tense buttocks. "Relax, little Diana." Her voice carried a commanding tone, yet it was tinged with reassurance. Unable to resist, Diana complied with the womans request and relaxed her hips.
Then, the woman removed the anal tampon from Dianas body. The spindle-shaped object was pulled out of Dianas tight hymen, causing her to let out a moan. In that instant after removal, Diana felt a long-awaited relief, yet it was accompanied by an indescribable emptiness.
The woman clearly noticed Dianas change. After removing the tampon, she gently pressed on the clitoris where Diana was still contracting, helping her adapt to the sensation of having the tampon removed. Though gentle, this action intensified Dianas sense of shame. She felt like a pet cherished by its owner, which made her feel humiliated and inferior. No, shouldnt Wonder Woman be angry? But at that moment, Diana could not muster a single trace of anger.
She closed the vibrating tampon and tossed it aside. Then she gently caressed Dianas skin, which had become somewhat sticky from lack of cleaning over time, as if assessing the extent of what needed to be cleaned. This made Diana feel both ashamed and sad. She hated being treated like an object, yet she couldnt resist the control of women.
The man understood the womans meaning and handed her the towel. Then he picked up the wooden spoon, scooped up the hot water from the bucket, and slowly poured it over Dianas restrained body. The warm water flowed over her skin, bringing immense relief to both her mind and body. She couldnt help but groan, as if she were floating in the clouds.
The man doused Dianas strong and supple body several more times until she was completely soaked. In this process, the long-tightened muscles finally got a brief rest, bringing her long-missed comfort. She felt as if she were flying, all pain and discomfort forgotten.
The woman, seeing Dianas reaction, knew she had completely immersed herself in the atmosphere of being cared for. So she picked up a towel and began to gently wipe every inch of Dianas skin. Her technique was gentle and skilled, allowing each muscle in Dianas body to relax slowly under her caress. Those muscles, once so strong they could crush any obstacle, now became as soft as water under the womans care.
Diana knew she shouldn t be enjoying the process; she should hate these people, hate what they did to her. But her body defied her will, willingly submitting to the womans touch. She knew she had fallen, yet she couldnt stop. She yearned for more, she longed to be utterly conquered.
The womans hand gently held the towel, tenderly wiping Diana. She first used a warm, damp towel to wipe away the dirt from Dianas face, including the most delicate areas like her eyes and nose. Diana could feel the womans attentiveness and care, which made her feel a warm sensation.
Next, the woman wiped Dianas ears with a towel. The sensitive earlobes trembled uncontrollably under her touch, sending a wave of sensuality through Diana. By the time she finished, her neck had also been thoroughly cleaned. It all happened so quickly that Diana didnt even have time to savor the sensations.
Diana was already eager to be cleaned by the woman on other parts. Her toes unconsciously tightened and loosened, revealing her inner anxiety. The woman quickly noticed this and didnt let Diana wait long. When her back was also wiped clean, the woman immediately shifted her focus to the firm and beautiful back.
Dianas back was covered in muscles, but in a womans hands, it became soft. Those once strong and resilient muscles now felt as defenseless as melted cream. Meanwhile, the man did not stop working; he kept pouring hot water over Dianas body to maintain her warmth and comfort. This dual assault made Diana unable to resist; she wanted to be completely dominated by these two men.
Dianas body was in a very fragile state. The long confinement made her feel sore all over, and yesterdays training had also inflicted significant damage on both her mind and body. Now, under this sudden gentle treatment, she could hardly resist the wave-like comfort.
The woman ran hot water over Dianas sore abs, soothing her muscles. The towel then rubbed between her abs and the tight obliques, bringing waves of indescribable tingling. All this was a message to Diana: she was being tamed.
Diana felt a complex mix of emotions. On one hand, she was overwhelmed with shame at her humiliation; on the other hand, she enjoyed being cared for. She knew full well that the enemy was exploiting her weaknesses, but she could not resist.
The enemy seems to know every weakness of hers. From the very beginning, the physical and mental torture of her, to todays sudden change in gentle treatment, everything seems to be carefully planned. They firmly grasp her vital points and push her step by step into the abyss.
Diana tried to keep herself awake, warning herself not to sink down like this. But her body wouldnt obey, it craved more care and comfort.
The man splashed Dianas full breasts with a ladle of hot water, making them sway in the water. The woman then stepped forward, using her gentle hands to begin wiping Dianas chest. Diana felt an indescribable pleasure surge through her body, a sensation like scratching an itch through boots, though it was comfortable, it never quite reached the level of true desire.
The woman dried Dianas breasts and then gently massaged the two red dimples on her chest. This made Diana involuntarily emit a soft moan, her breathing becoming more rapid. However, just as she was about to indulge in this pleasure, the woman stopped and began to wipe her waist.
Diana felt a little disappointed, but she knew it was normal. She needed to be tamed bit by bit, not too quickly. The woman knew exactly how to strike that balance, giving Diana some sweetness, but never letting her get real satisfaction.
Dianas body had gradually become accustomed to the pleasure of being teased, and she no longer resisted, but cooperated with their actions. She knew that she would eventually submit completely to their methods, and this seemed to be her only way out.
The woman brushed over Dianas slender waist, and her smooth, fair skin glowed with an enticing pink under the hot water. All of this made Diana even more intoxicated. She had forgotten her duty as a warrior, and now she was just a woman who wanted more comfort.
After wiping Dianas waist, the woman began to clean her bound limbs. First were the arms locked behind her back. The muscles in Dianas arms were taut, revealing her strength as an Amazon warrior. This excited the woman, who first ran her hands over those hard muscles, feeling their vitality and pain.
Then, as the man poured hot water, the woman began to carefully wipe Dianas arms. She moved from her bicep all the way to her tricep, her movements gentle yet meticulous. Diana felt her body and mind drawn in by these tender actions; she couldnt help but take a deep breath, causing her chest to rise and fall.
After wiping her arms clean, the woman leaned in close to Dianas ear and said in a seductive voice, "Baby, listen to me, dont be naughty, okay?" At that moment, Diana was completely immersed in the warmth from her enemy. Without any hesitation, she replied, "Okay, okay, Mistress."
The woman nodded in satisfaction, and she gently removed the metal ball that had been on Dianas hand, releasing her fingers, which had been numb with confinement. Dianas hand had stiffened from being still for so long, and her fingers trembled slightly, unable to fully extend for a moment.
The woman, seeing this, gently took Dianas restrained hand behind her back and softly massaged her plump fingertips, easing her inner turmoil. Diana felt like a tamed little beast, entirely dependent on the woman before her for survival. This realization made her feel humiliated, yet it also brought a strange sense of pleasure.
The woman carefully dried Dianas fingers with a towel, ensuring every corner was cleaned. Then she held Dianas hands again, letting them relax naturally in her palm. Meanwhile, the man had also cleaned the two metal balls used to secure Dianas hands.
The woman picked one up, preparing to put it back on Dianas wrist. Of course, Diana did not want to return to that state of constraint, but she dared not resist too fiercely. Like a child who had made a mistake, she opened her palm in a coquettish gesture, trying to block the metal ball from the womans hand.
"You promised not to be naughty! Slave!" The woman asked Diana sternly, her sharp eyes making her shudder. She obediently held her fingers and let the woman lock the metal ball back on her wrist.
The cool touch of the metal ball enveloped Dianas hand again. She looked at her fingers trapped in it again, feeling a little reluctant. But she knew that now was not the time for her to be capricious. She had to learn to obey the rules here in order to survive here.
The woman continued to wipe Dianas long, restrained legs. These legs, once easily able to catch up with a sports car, were now confined by metal frames, painfully taut. The woman carefully wiped every inch of skin, her movements gentle yet extremely meticulous.
Finally, it was Dianas turn with the jade foot. The woman first wiped her feet with a warm towel, then carefully cleaned each crevice between her toes. When the towel touched her sensitive soles, Diana couldnt help but shiver slightly. Next, she used another towel to meticulously wipe her ankles and inner calves, making Dianas body tighten again in pleasure.
The restrained body, though unable to move freely, stirs her most primal instinctive reactions with every touch and caress. Diana understands this; she has gradually grown accustomed to the intertwining sensations of pleasure and shame. This body, trained as a warrior, is now under another womans control, and she seems to be enjoying this state as well.
The stimulation from her ankle and foot began to get Diana into the right state; her breathing quickened slightly. After completing the cleaning, she walked over and opened the small box she had brought with her to the cell. She deliberately opened the box in a spot where Diana could see it, revealing everything inside: a bottle of shampoo, a small brush, a razor, a neatly folded towel, and a special energy supplement designed for Dianas semi-divine body.
The woman took out a small towel and a razor, dipped the towel in warm water, and moistened Dianas pubic hair. Then she carefully used the razor to trim the pubic hair that Diana had neglected due to long-term confinement. Diana reluctantly lowered her head, watching the womans movements, feeling a mix of emotions.
At the same time, the man also wet Dianas black long hair and then applied shampoo to gently wash her hair. His technique was skilled, without any intention of hurting Diana. Being treated so gently made Diana feel both ashamed and reassured.
The woman patiently shaved off Dianas excess pubic hair and then trimmed the excess. Soon she had Dianas pubic hair in place. This made Diana feel much cooler and realized how attractive she looked.
Then, the woman picked up the small brush and began to gently clean Dianas swollen labia and vaginal opening. This subtle motion made Diana moan involuntarily. The bristles of the small brush continuously stimulated her most sensitive areas, bringing a pleasure that even surpassed the feeling of intercourse. Diana tried hard to bite her lip, but could not stop the moans.
Under such treatment, she felt her entire body trembling slightly. She knew how shameful her current state must be, but the pleasure of being controlled and defiled was irresistible. She realized her body was gradually succumbing, yet this also meant she was getting closer to becoming a slave of this world. Thinking of this, Diana struggled again. But this futile struggle failed to draw anyones attention.
After cleaning her genital area, the woman applied shampoo to Dianas pubic hair. Once the man had washed off Dianas long hair, the three of them rinsed away any foam that remained on her body with water. The warm water flowed over Dianas skin, carrying away all impurities while also bringing her a strange sense of relaxation. Despite her inner resistance, her body had already adapted to and enjoyed this treatment. This conflicting mindset left Diana feeling extremely confused and uneasy.
Finally, the woman took out a small towel and carefully cleaned Dianas hymen. Her fingers, wrapped in the towel, circled inside her rectum, occasionally pressing down. This intense stimulation brought Diana close to orgasm; she felt her entire body trembling uncontrollably. The unprecedented pleasure almost overwhelmed her, making her lose herself in this strange and unfamiliar world.
However, just as Diana felt she was about to reach the peak, the woman stopped at the last moment to finish the cleaning. This left Diana with an indescribable sense of loss. Her body yearned for more but had to endure this unfulfilled desire. She knew it was intentional, a way to further control her mind and body. At this thought, a blush involuntarily spread across Dianas cheeks. She understood that in this game, she was destined to be the loser.
Finally, the man lifted the bucket and poured all the remaining hot water over Diana. The warmth made her almost sigh in comfort. At that moment, the woman joined him, carefully drying her body from head to toe. Their fingers caressed Dianas skin as if she were a precious gem.
However, for Diana, who was on the brink of climax, such intimate contact was a blatant provocation to her sanity. Two alluring figures kept appearing beside her, their bodies pressed so close that they almost drove Diana mad. She could feel the heat from their bodies and the intoxicating scent of perfume. All of this continuously stimulated her nerve endings, making her crave that long-awaited satisfaction even more.
Despite her reluctance to admit it, Diana knew she was desperately craving these two evil creatures to take her to the brink of ecstasy. The embarrassing thought made her feel waves of shame, yet she found it hard to suppress. She feared that once she opened her mouth, she would say something unbearable. So she kept her lips tightly shut, trying to remain silent.
Dianas body had been dried, but her vulva was now moist. Her body had been cleansed, yet her spirit yearned for the defilement of these two demonic beings. Diana closed her eyes and red lips, striving to keep her thoughts from leaking out. However, these evil entities seemed to sense her thoughts. This time, instead of further stimulating her sensitive spots as they did yesterday, they injected her with a special energy supplement designed for her demigod body before leaving.
Diana listened to the sound of the iron door being locked, and an indescribable disappointment welled up inside her. She felt deep fear and self-reproach for having such thoughts. However, she realized that she had changed; both her mind and body were now under the control of those two evil beings. This made her feel more desperate and helpless than ever before.
The cell was silent, with no light. Diana was washed clean, and for the first time in days she felt her body relax. But she felt a deep unease, as if she had been tamed by her enemy.
Every move and every word of the enemy seemed meticulously designed, precisely targeting her physical or psychological weaknesses. The alternation between strength and tenderness always hit her vital points. Diana realized that the self-awareness of Wonder Woman, who symbolized all feminine power, was gradually eroding, replaced by an image of a slave who abandoned her own worth and denied her dignity.
Diana was unwilling to be defeated so easily, but she also realized how fragile her heart had become. Her once unwavering beliefs had been shattered over these few days of torment. She had thought of herself as an indomitable heroine, but now it seemed that her resilient spirit had been crushed by these demon-like enemies. She felt an unprecedented sense of despair and helplessness.
Diana waited quietly in the restraints, her body gradually stiffening again after just relaxing. But she was also aware that this was the first time in days she had truly had the chance to think. In the past, she was either being violated by those terrifying phallic props and anal plugs or being tamed by various methods, leaving no time to sort out her thoughts. Now, despite being both physically and mentally exhausted, she suppressed the urge to escape and began to think seriously.
She began to think about her own meaning, about what it meant to be a superhero, a Wonder Woman who protected the world. She had to rebuild her self-perception, to rediscover the pride and sense of mission that came with being Wonder Woman.
Wonder Woman began to suppress the servility and self-doubt that enemies deliberately cultivated during her training. She closed her eyes to avoid seeing her naked self in the restraints. She started to recall the days when she fought crime as Wonder Woman, remembering the innocent smiles of the children she saved. Though distant, these memories were truly effective.
However, it is difficult to do so. The servility and doubts about her self-worth now dominate her thoughts. The identity of Wonder Woman she once took pride in has been utterly shattered by her enemies. But she is not willing to give up; she knows she must work hard to rebuild what has been destroyed.
Diana is engaged in a fierce inner struggle. Deep down, the tamed servility and shattered self-denial want to extinguish even the last shred of resistance. Yet, Diana stubbornly refuses to surrender. She rebuilds her self-respect and self-awareness as a superhero within the lies and fantasies she has created. She is grateful that her Truth Tether is not with her; otherwise, her inner world would have nowhere to hide. She knows that if the Truth Tether were truly bound to her, she would lose all chance of rebuilding her psychological defenses. So, she constantly brainwashes herself, repeating the same lies and vows over and over again.
Finally, through her relentless efforts, her heart began to loosen. She looked at her battered and bruised soul and finally admitted that she was still the Wonder Woman. This realization instantly clarified her mind; she knew she had finally achieved —— she had rebuilt her identity and reclaimed the dignity of being a superhero.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Although the war was far from over, this victory had given her great confidence.
In the control room, several researchers watched the screen closely, watching every move of Wonder Woman as she was held in the cell.
According to the plan, this resettlement phase was supposed to be the final step, used to make her deny herself, to let the servility that dominated her consciousness stifle her last resistance, thus thoroughly taming this stubborn female hero. But when they saw Wonder Womans brainwave map, everyone couldnt help but gasp in shock—— that damn bitch had actually rebuilt her psychological defenses in the lies and fantasies she had created herself.
They watched the changes in Dianas brainwave patterns and couldnt help but marvel at Wonder Womans powerful willpower and mental resilience. At the same time, they felt a tinge of regret —— such a formidable superhero couldnt escape their clutches in the end. They delayed for just a few seconds before immediately formulating a new training plan based on Wonder Womans new state. They vowed to strip this Wonder Woman of all self-worth, turning her into a lowly creature who obeyed them without question.