The bathroom door slowly opened, and first to emerge was her slender and sturdy calf, with a jade foot gracefully placed on the cold marble floor. Water droplets slid down her firm calf by gravity and finally fell to the ground, leaving a string of sparkling water marks.
As she stepped forward, the suffocating figure emerged from the mist. The steam from the shower, not fully extinguished, made her skin glow with an alluring pink hue. Water droplets trickled down her neck, over her collarbone, and then along the full curve of her chest to her flat abdomen. Even at rest, those proud breasts remained firm and upright, their nipples slightly protruding due to the temperature change, becoming more sensitive.
Diana casually grabbed a white towel and wiped her still dripping black hair while striding across the room with a cat-like gait. She didn't mind her exposed ——. As a half-god with thousands of years of age, she had absolute confidence in her figure. Her perfect inverted triangle silhouette was barely visible with each step, and her firm buttock muscles naturally contracted and expanded, exuding an extraordinary sense of strength.
Her fingers ran through her thick hair, inadvertently revealing a neatly trimmed private area. The outline there glowed slightly from the shower, adding to the allure. Her broad shoulders and slender waist gave her a posture that made one's blood boil even when she stood casually.
Walking to the window, she casually played with her hair, this simple gesture making her shoulder blades rise and fall gracefully. She reached out to grab the mineral water from the table, the bottle slightly deformed in her grip, showcasing the superhero's effortless strength. As she drank, her throat rolled, and a few droplets slid down her elegant neck into the deep V of her cleavage.
She still has a natural dignity and charm in her manner. Who is she? She is Diana Prince, the Wonder Woman who is invincible on the battlefield, and the sexiest woman in the world in this room.
Diana's bare body glowed faintly under the cold light of her laptop screen, lounging casually on the bed as she flipped through emails. One long leg was elegantly bent, while the other stretched out, revealing impressive muscle lines. Her skin, still warm from the hot water, retained a soft rosy hue, with droplets slowly sliding down the smooth muscle contours.
Looking at her reflection, she recalled the experiences of these years. She still remembered how, in the late 1990s, when the media exposed her true identity, that dual life suddenly became unnecessary. Now, Wonder Woman merchandise can be found everywhere around the globe—adorable dolls in toy stores, replicas of costumes in clothing shops, and the latest adventure stories on comic book stands.
"It's really interesting," she clicked on the email attachment from the Kryptonite Group, which was a newly released limited-edition figurine. The miniature Wonder Woman in the photo looked lifelike, but she couldn't help but laugh: "They've shrunk my chest again." She looked down at her own impressive bust and glanced at the clearly undersized miniature version on the screen.
Every year, the income from these licenses alone is substantial enough to support her full dedication to protecting the Earth. In the past, she had to be careful to hide her artifacts, but now she can wear them openly on her wrists and waist for any occasion. Whether attending UN meetings or combating crime, people know she is Wonder Woman, always.
Her fingertips casually ran over her chest, her eyes still fixed on the pictures of the various products. Her uncombed black hair cascaded down her smooth back like a waterfall, and water droplets dripped from her hair onto the bed.
The soft towel rubbed against her smooth skin as Diana focused on wiping every inch of her body. Her movements were both delicate and graceful, and the towel moved gently over her chest to make sure all the stubborn droplets were removed.
At that moment, the phone suddenly vibrated. The screen showed "Miss Zhao." Diana recognized it as a line used by the Manhattan Police Department to contact her.
"Trouble again..." she murmured, continuing to wipe the water droplets from her armpits with a towel while reading the message. After finishing the urgent request from the police station, she couldn't help but frown. The armed men managed to hold their ground even in the police's encirclement, which made Diana recall her days of martial arts training on the Amazon island.
"What on earth did humans invent so many deadly weapons for?" She sighed, pressing a towel against her deep cleavage as the water droplets were slowly absorbed. Even as a princess of an ancient fighting nation, she couldn't help but marvel at human belligerence.
She decisively tossed aside the towel, her naked body standing straight like a sword, her long legs crossed. Her right foot firmly supported her entire weight, while her left toe lightly touched the ground, preparing for the upcoming spin. Her arms slowly extended, the muscle lines tightening as she prepared.
As she focused her attention, she could sense the ancient divine power within her awakening. Her slender yet powerful waist led the way, initiating a rotation that spread throughout her body. The abdominal and back muscles worked in perfect harmony, making her spin both stable and explosive. Every muscle moved in perfect coordination, showcasing the unique flexibility and strength of an Amazon warrior.
The full breasts draw an alluring curve under the centrifugal force, and the firm buttock muscles tighten and relax with the turn, showing amazing elasticity and tension. Her naked body is like a whirlwind, drawing a captivating track in the air.
A golden aura of power enveloped her body. When the rotation was over, in the dazzling golden light, Wonder Woman's classic battle suit had already covered her body:
The red crop top on her chest envelops her proud bosom, highlighting the captivating curves while leaving a deep cleavage just right. A mysterious golden sash wraps around her waist, perfectly accentuating her slender yet powerful figure. The white star pattern on the blue triangle shorts hugs her firm buttocks, outlining a flawless silhouette that is hard to look away from. Her long legs are tightly wrapped in red high heels, further emphasizing the roundness of her thighs and the graceful lines of her calves.
The golden starlight crown was elegantly placed on her forehead, complementing her flowing black hair. The genuine silver bracelet on her wrist shimmered with a mysterious light, foretelling its invincible defensive power. The true word noose at her waist waited quietly for the next opportunity to strike.
Her posture was upright and graceful, showing the majesty of a warrior and inadvertently highlighting her curvaceous figure.
Her slender fingers first traced the star crown on her forehead to confirm its position, then she examined the golden belt around her waist, which was crucial for her. In the human world far from Paradise Island, she could only use her divine powers with this golden belt. Her palm slid down her waist, feeling the warmth of the metal, followed by the red vest on her chest, ensuring that all her gear was securely attached.
After confirming, she stepped in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and pushed it open. The cool night wind came to her face. She bent her knees slightly, and with a powerful kick of her long thighs, her figure leaped out of the window like a red lightning bolt.
When she landed, her knees were slightly bent, and the moment her boots touched the ground, her leg muscles perfectly absorbed the impact. She held this cushioning posture for only a second, then bounced up like a spring, the whole action flowing smoothly, without any retardation.
Without hesitation, she bent down and started like a supercar full of energy. She was moving so fast that the air around her formed an invisible barrier, and her skirt flapped in the wind as she sped along.
Upon reaching the edge of the building, she abruptly drew out the true word lock with her right hand. The magical golden rope seemed to have its own will, tracing a graceful parabolic arc in the air and precisely wrapping around the top of the opposite skyscraper. The ends of the rope immediately resonated, emitting a faint golden glow.
Diana gripped the rope tightly with both hands, her arm muscles instantly taut, veins faintly visible. She leaped forward, her body swinging forward under the force of inertia. The moment her long boots left the ground, her black hair fluttered wildly in the wind, and the red fabric on her chest rose and fell with the breeze, barely visible.
She was like a bolt of golden lightning, darting through the towering buildings of Manhattan toward the scene of the crime.
Blinding sunlight slanted across the street in front of the bank, the asphalt softened under the heat, emitting waves of steam. A dozen police cars were crammed around the perimeter, their red and blue sirens barely making a dent in the scorching air. Bullet casings scattered on the ground, gleaming with a metallic sheen, testifying to the intense firefight that had just taken place.
The AK47 gunman was crouching at the bank's door, his shirt soaked with sweat. He had to wipe the sweat from his eyes with the back of his hand from time to time, while keeping a wary eye on the direction of the police car. The hot sun made him squint his eyes and his vision was a little blurry.
At that moment, a figure of red and blue swept past his head. Before he could react, the sound of breaking through the air came from behind him. In the next second, Wonder Woman's slender legs, wrapped in her red high-heeled boots, had already struck his cheek hard. In that instant, he even caught a faint scent of shower gel from her hair.
"Snap!" With a crisp sound, the robber flew out like a rag doll and crashed to the ground unconscious. Wonder Woman landed gracefully, her high heel making a clear thud as it touched the ground. She casually tucked away the Truth Tether, slipping it back into her waistband with fluid ease.
She turned around, her gaze fixed on the two remaining robbers. The sunlight shone from behind, making her figure appear particularly tall and imposing. The red vest on her chest gleamed in the light, and the stars on her blue shorts seemed to be shining. She stood with her hands on her hips, a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth, and her eyes revealed an unshakable determination.
When the two robbers saw their companion fall, they became flustered. They clutched their submachine guns so tightly that their fingers turned white with nervousness, and sweat slid down their cheeks, mixed with fear and anxiety.
The two pistols fired almost simultaneously, and tongues of flame shot out of the barrels. Bullets rained down on them, but Wonder Woman stood firm, her silver bracelet gleaming cold in the sunlight.
She gracefully waved her arm, the bracelet trailing silver trails. Dense bullets struck the surface of the bracelet, sparking brilliantly like festive fireworks. Each bullet head deformed upon contact with the sacred metal, clattering to the ground.
The robbers' faces were twisted with anger and fear as they gripped the trigger, trying to make up for quality with quantity. But soon the gunfire stopped —— the magazine was empty. Their hands scrambled for spare clips, their clothes soaked with sweat.
Diana's eyes flashed with impatience. She gently plucked the starry crown from her forehead with her right hand, the metal crown gleaming dangerously in the sunlight. Her movements were calm and composed, as if she were merely removing a hairpin. The crown spun in her hand, emitting a heart-stopping energy ripple.
The robber who pulled out the magazine didn't even have time to blink before the golden crown pierced his palm and nailed him to the stone pillar that served as a cover. His scream was deafening, but in Diana's ears it sounded like a pleasant melody.
The last bandit's pupils suddenly constricted, and the gun in his hand slid uncontrollably to the ground. For he clearly saw that the legendary superhero was looking down at him from above. Her beautiful lake-blue eyes held no mercy, but instead a coldness akin to a predator's gaze on its prey.
That angelic face now only brought him endless fear. The red crop top clinging to his body, the proud curves rising and falling with his breath, and the tall, slender legs—elements that usually drove any man mad—now seemed more like a deadly trap. The robber's body trembled uncontrollably, and a sob-like sound came from his throat.
Diana moved slowly forward, and the sound of her boots hitting the ground was unusually clear in this tense moment. Her eyes grew colder, like those of a goddess about to judge a criminal.
The bandit finally let out a hoarse roar from his throat, as if to bolster his courage. He swiftly drew a sharp dagger from his waist, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight. His hands trembled slightly, but he gritted his teeth and charged at the Amazon princess.
Diana took two steps forward and saw that her opponent had chosen to face her head-on, a hint of approval flashing in her eyes. She stopped, deciding to give this brave enemy the respect she deserved. She assumed a professional fighting stance, her right leg forward and left leg back, with a steady center of gravity. Her arms were raised, protecting her chest, and the silver bracelet on her wrist gleamed with a cold light. Her muscles were taut, ready to meet any attack from the enemy. At this moment, she was completely immersed in her role as a warrior, her eyes fixed solely on the bandit wielding a dagger before her.
The turning point of fate often occurs in the blink of an eye. The robber lying on the ground was kicked in the head by Diana, and an ordinary person would likely have died on the spot. But he was a seasoned outlaw with extraordinary resilience. At this moment, he staggered open his eyes, his mind still in a state of confusion, and his vision was blurry.
He struggled to prop himself up, his cloudy gaze sweeping around. He found himself lying not far from Wonder Woman. The instinct for survival drove him to move, but his mind was still clouded, making it hard even to stand up. Stumbling a few steps, he tripped over his own feet. Losing balance like a drunkard, he lunged forward.
At this critical moment, he instinctively reached out with both hands, trying to grab something for leverage. His fingers fumbled around and happened to touch Diana's golden sash at her waist. Under the relentless force of physics, this sacred object, which held the source of Wonder Woman's power, was thus torn away.
The unfortunate robber didn't even realize what he had done when he was met with an intimate encounter from the earth. His forehead slammed heavily into the ground, stirring up a small cloud of dust, and he lost consciousness again. The spot where he fell was so perfect that one end of the golden belt still clung to his back.
The whole process happened so fast, yet it seemed so slow. Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
The moment the belt was yanked away, a familiar tingling sensation spread from her waist to her entire body. Diana immediately realized what was happening —— her strength was rapidly draining, just as it did every time she lost the golden belt over thousands of years. But this time it was different: she was in full view, and a bandit with a dagger was closing in.
In a flash, countless thoughts raced through her mind: if revealing the Golden Belt in public were her fatal flaw, it would become the most coveted information among criminals. She must resolve the current crisis without arousing suspicion. Fortunately, she is not only the daughter of Zeus but also one of the Amazon's finest warriors. Thousands of years of combat training have equipped her to handle this situation even if she loses her divine powers.
The dagger was within reach, and she could not retreat or she would immediately reveal herself. The wisdom of Athena told her that the situation was actually to her advantage —— the enemy would only think she was deliberately giving up, and no one would believe that Wonder Woman, who could do anything, was in a disadvantage.
Her plan took shape in the blink of an eye: to use her opponent's momentum and subdue him with the most basic grappling techniques. This would not only perfectly mask her current situation but also showcase her "effortless ease" when dealing with criminals to the audience. The moment had come; she could no longer hesitate...
The cold gleam of the dagger was blinding, and the robber's grim face was close to her. Diana knew that the show had to begin.
The dagger was already at her face, leaving no room for hesitation. She harnessed the strength of an ordinary person, swiftly lifting her left arm. The silver bracelet deftly blocked the incoming blade, the metal clashing with a crisp sound. Without divine power to bolster her, this block left her arm tingling, but it did not affect her judgment at all.
The other's weight and speed were at their advantage at this moment. Diana did not hesitate to bend forward and lock the robber's waist with her hands like steel. She let out a roar of anger and determination, every muscle in her body taut to the extreme.
"Oh!"
Her back muscles undulated like waves, and the power in her waist and abdomen erupted instantly. Taking advantage of her opponent's sprint, she executed this self-sacrificing move. The robber and she soared together, tracing a brief parabolic arc under the sunlight. The next second, both of them crashed heavily onto the scorching ground.
The impact made her back burn with pain, but the pain only made her more alert. She quickly rolled over, her chest heaving violently from the intense movement. Her body, stripped of its divine powers, reacted normally to such high-intensity activity, and her breathing grew more rapid.
Sweat trickled down her forehead, following the curve of her neck into her bodysuit. Her vision was slightly blurred by the lack of oxygen, but the Amazon warrior's combat instincts still guided every move. She could sense the onlookers' gazes, which made her more cautious in controlling her expressions and actions, refusing to show any signs of weakness.
She bent down with a casual ease, each muscle protesting its soreness. Her body, unprotected by any divine power, felt an unprecedented fatigue, even the simple act of bending made her grit her teeth in silent struggle. She carefully picked up the golden belt, feeling the warm touch of what seemed to be an ordinary piece of leather in her hand.
The feeling of tying her belt around her waist again was like coming home. She could sense the familiar strength returning bit by bit, the soreness in her muscles gradually subsiding, and her breathing slowly steadying. But for now, she couldn't fully display this change to avoid drawing unnecessary attention.
"Sir," she deliberately raised her voice to ensure the reporters and witnesses around her could hear clearly, "it is very impolite to strip a lady of her clothes." Her tone was teasing, but her eyes sparkled with coldness. Even in such a situation, she maintained the elegance and dignity characteristic of an Amazon princess.
With a steady step, she walked toward the bandit nailed to the pillar by the starlight. The sound of her high-heeled boots tapping on the ground signaled her arrival. The bandit's groans of pain confirmed that they were no longer a threat for now.
"Let me take this one." She deftly retrieved the Starlight Crown, her fingertips brushing over the metal surface to wipe away any remaining marks. Then, she placed the sacred ornament back on her forehead, the crown gleaming solemnly in the sunlight.
She looked around, confirming that the three robbers had all lost their fighting ability. The first one she knocked down was still lying on the ground, the second one she had knocked unconscious lay not far away, and the third still pitifully stuck his hand and magazine to the stone pillar. Her warrior instinct told her that these people wouldn't cause any trouble for now.
Turning to the stunned police officers, she gave a professional smile and waved her hand gracefully: "The rest is up to you." Her voice was steady and powerful, perfectly masking the weakness of the previous experience.
She reached out to her waist with her right hand, and the moment her fingertips touched the mantra noose, the magical golden rope seemed to come to life. She flicked her wrist, and the noose whistled into the sky like an arrow released from a bow, drawing a brilliant golden arc in the sunlight.
The lasso found the nearest high point with precision and coiled around it. Diana could feel the subtle vibrations from the rope, a sign that it was ready. She leaned slightly forward, gripping the rope tightly with both hands, and her muscle memory immediately recalled countless similar scenes.
"Ha!"
She leaped, her slender body tracing a graceful parabola in the air. Her skirt fluttered in the wind, and as her long boots left the ground, her black hair shimmered with the luster of ebony in the sunlight. Her movements were elegant and fluid, as if she were performing an aerial ballet.
The golden rope drew a perfect arc across the city, connecting the two buildings. Her body swung forward by inertia, and the wind whistled in her ears.
Meanwhile, in a spacious, bright home theater in a Georgian mansion worth tens of millions of dollars in the Bronx, a middle-aged man in a suit sits on an expensive Italian leather sofa. A crystal chandelier casts a luxurious glow that reflects his thoughtful expression.
He held a cell phone in one hand, playing the latest TikTok video on the screen, and a Cuban cigar that had just been lit in the other. Two young henchmen stood respectfully beside him, one of them carefully trimming the tip of the cigar with a cigar cutter.
"Look at this," he suddenly furrowed his brow, bringing the phone closer so that his subordinate could see as well, "pay attention to how she dealt with the last robber." The man's voice was low and magnetic, carrying an authority that demanded no challenge.
"It's really weird, papa," said the young man standing on his left as he leaned in close to the screen. He called the man father, with a mixture of respect and affection.
"Self-sacrifice... This doesn't seem like the usual style of our superhero." He took a deep puff on his newly trimmed cigar, the thick smoke slowly rising under the light. "She looks... as if she lost her balance for just a moment?" He squinted his eyes, carefully examining the fleeting image on the screen.
"Giorgio is right," another young man added in Italian, "she has never used such a move before."
The luxurious study was eerily silent, with only the gentle breeze from the central air conditioning gently rustling the curtains. The man's gaze lingered on the final scene of the video, where a golden object flashed across the floor. A faint smile played at the corners of his mouth, and a glimmer of insight flashed in his eyes.
"Maybe... we found something interesting." He took another deep puff of his cigar, and his voice remained calm in the swirling smoke, but everyone present sensed a storm brewing in his words.
A few months later
The afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, enveloping the entire presidential suite in a warm and cozy atmosphere. Diana lounged lazily on a cream silk sofa, draped only in a silk robe. The deep blue satin accentuated her skin, making it glow like jade, while the faint lines at the neckline and the casually open hem hinted at the fact that she was completely undressed underneath.
She picked up a strawberry with her slender fingers and gently put it in her mouth. The juicy fruit was sweet and juicy, and her tongue could taste a little bit of cream. It was an exquisite afternoon tea that she had just taken from the restaurant of the five-star hotel downstairs.
As she savored the rare leisure time, a crisp beep came from the silver-gray laptop on the coffee table. The screen lit up with a new email. She elegantly put down the fruit tart and reached out to open the computer.
The content of the email soon caught her attention. It was an invitation from a well-known toy manufacturer to collaborate on a new Wonder Woman collectible statue, and they sincerely invited her to participate in the body data collection. The email particularly emphasized that the scanning process would take place in a professional studio, with an estimated time not exceeding one hour.
Bronx... Diana silently memorized the address in her mind. Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard, replying with a brief email confirming her intention. Soon, both parties agreed on a specific appointment time through their correspondence.
"I hope this collaboration will be a resounding success." She murmured to herself, closing her notebook and continuing to enjoy her afternoon tea. The sun was still warm, and the body beneath her robe exuded a lazy warmth, but her heart was already looking forward to the upcoming trip.
She stood up, letting the silk robe slide down her curves onto the carpet. Walking into the dressing room, she chose the most suitable attire for a business occasion: a fitted pencil skirt that perfectly accentuated her round hips and slender legs, ending just above the knee; paired with a finely tailored white silk blouse, the pearl buttons at the neckline formed an elegant decoration around her neck; over this, she wore a black cashmere suit jacket, which added both professionalism and a gentle touch.
She adjusted her makeup in the dressing mirror, the light pink lipstick accentuating her full lips. The mascara perfectly enhanced her already captivating blue eyes. Her three thousand strands of black hair were carefully tied up, with a few strands naturally falling to her ears, exuding both professionalism and a touch of grace.
Picking up the green crocodile leather handbag, she confirmed that her phone was fully charged before slipping it in. She knew there wasn't much she needed to carry, after all, in case of an emergency, she could transform on the spot, and a stealth fighter would transport her to any place needed in an instant. This was the hotel where she lived long-term, so there was no need to pack any other luggage.
With a "ding," the elevator arrived on the floor. She stepped in with her black pointed high heels and pressed the lobby button all the way. As she exited the hotel revolving door, she deliberately chose a clean and tidy taxi. After announcing her destination, she elegantly leaned back in the rear seat and began checking the itinerary details on her phone.
The streets of New York sped past the car window, and her thoughts had already drifted to the upcoming adventure. As an action-oriented person, she was always decisive and efficient, ready to act on her ideas. Besides, this journey wasn't far away; even if something unexpected happened, she could transform and return to any corner of the city in just a few minutes.
Passing through the bustling streets of the Bronx, a modern office building stands before you. Diana looked up at this understated yet tasteful skyscraper, its marble facade gleaming softly in the sunlight. The copper plaque at the entrance bore the words "Vista Art Studio," looking quite formal.
As soon as she entered, the receptionist recognized her. "Miss Prince, welcome." The young receptionist smiled professionally, "Mr.Marcus has been waiting for you. Please follow me."
Walking through the long corridor, various sculptures are displayed on the walls. Although they are not works of famous artists, it can be seen that each work has been carefully polished. The studio is located on the top floor of the building. As soon as you push the door open, the spacious and bright space makes your eyes light up.
Several technicians in white lab coats were adjusting the equipment and nodding when they saw her come in. Diana looked around and saw many familiar pieces of equipment: 3D scanners, motion capture systems, holographic projection devices... The equipment was almost identical to what she had experienced at the TV station.
"Miss Prince, thank you for coming." An elderly technical expert stepped forward, "We have made all the preparations. What do you think of this schedule? It will take about 40 minutes." He took out a detailed flowchart, marking the time allocation for each stage.
Diana took the documents and quickly went through them. Every step was arranged reasonably and professionally. Even the rest time and water supply were well thought out, in full compliance with industry standards.
"I think we can start." She nodded, the last bit of doubt in her heart dissipating. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating every detail of the studio. Several cameras and fill lights were neatly arranged, with all staff members performing their respective duties in an orderly manner.
"We need to know some basic information first," another staff member handed her a questionnaire. "This information is important for us to make accurate statues." The questions were routine, about height, weight, body measurements and other basic information.
After filling out the form, Diana couldn't help but feel that her previous concerns were truly unwarranted, watching the technicians meticulously verify the data. The professionalism and attention to detail here were on par with any established studio. Even though it was a newly founded company, everything from equipment to staffing was impeccable.
"So now, we're going to start the first round of basic shooting," the technical director adjusts the camera parameters. "Please wait a little bit, we need to make sure the lighting conditions are optimal."
"Miss Prince, if you are available, we would like to collect your transformed image." The technical supervisor politely made the request, "After all, the most important part of the statue is your signature equipment; we need to accurately document every detail of each artifact."
It was a perfectly reasonable request. Diana smiled and nodded, handing her handbag and phone to an assistant. She found a suitable position, straightened her back, and naturally spread her arms out to the sides.
As she closed her eyes, the familiar force within her began to awaken. A soft white light emanated from her heart, gradually enveloping her entire body. Her suit jacket, shirt, dress, and high heels dissolved in the glow, transforming into specks of starlight that dissipated into the air.
The fading light gave way to her signature battle attire: a deep red crop top that tightly enveloped her proud E-cup bust. The fabric exuded a soft silk texture, shimmering with delicate luster under the spotlight. The crop top boldly exposed her deep cleavage without being overly revealing, perfectly highlighting the alluring charm of a mature woman. Golden trim extended along the contours of her full chest, accentuating the breathtaking curves even more.
Her slender waist is barely graspable, forming an alluring curve with her full hips. The blue triangular shorts cling to her round and firm buttocks, revealing the outline of her underwear as she moves. Her long legs are wrapped in red knee-high combat boots, the pointed heels accentuating the sensuous lines of her legs.
Her skin glowed with the nourishment of the transformation magic, her jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, accentuating her face even more. The starry crown on her head and the real silver wrist guard added a touch of sanctity to the sexiness.
"Is this okay?" she asked, her voice carrying the unique allure of her transformation. Her slender legs were slightly crossed, a pose that accentuated her figure, making her full buttocks under the shorts taut and her cleavage more prominent.
The supervisor tried to suppress his surprise and quickly adjust his professional expression. As an experienced professional, he knew that this was not the time to indulge in beauty —— although the task itself had a special purpose.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Prince." His tone returned to the official calm, "To get the best scan results, we need to place positioning markers on you. These little balls will help the system pinpoint every part of your body."
Two staff members in white coats approached, each holding a small box of reflective positioning markers. Diana nodded, straightened her body, and raised her arms to shoulder height. This posture made her curves more pronounced, with her full chest and slender waist contrasting sharply against the red uniform.
A staff member carefully approached and began working on her face. He gently and professionally stuck markers on her forehead, cheekbones and chin. Diana could feel his warm breath, but she believed it was just part of the routine.
Another person started working from her ankles. He first crouched down and carefully marked points on the outside of her red boots. Then, he moved slowly and steadily upward, placing reflective spheres along the smooth curves of her calf muscles. He had to get close to her body to ensure each mark was precisely attached in the right spot.
Now he has moved to the thigh area, carefully adhering to the marking points at the bottom of his shorts. Diana can feel his fingers occasionally making light touches, but she tells herself it is a necessary procedure. The staff maintains a professional distance throughout, focusing solely on completing their tasks.
The man continued upward, reaching her plump curves of the buttocks. He had to spend more time here because this area required more markers to fully capture its form. His fingers, through the thin fabric, carefully pressed each reflective sphere, ensuring they were firmly in place.
"Miss Prince, please close your eyes," the face specialist said gently. "We need to place two markers on your eyelids so we can more accurately reconstruct your eye contour."
Diana was completely immersed in her professional work, closing her captivating blue eyes without any guard. She even relaxed and held her breath to make it easier for the staff to operate. At that moment, she didn't notice that the man working on her buttocks had already stopped his task.
The sweat quietly crept up the palm of the bodyguard. At this moment, they had already rehearsed hundreds of times in the basement, ensuring each move was precise and flawless. His gaze fixed intently on the golden belt, which lay quietly across Diana's firm waist, shimmering with a soft glow.
Opportunities are fleeting. At the same moment his companion gave the signal, the man's hand began to tremble uncontrollably. He knew that the next few seconds would determine their entire plan for months. His palm slowly caressed the sacred belt, feeling the warmth transmitted through the metal surface.
now!
His fingers quickly hooked the ends of the belt and yanked hard. The golden belt easily slipped from its original position. In that instant, an indescribable force pulled away from Diana's body, sending a tingling sensation through his scalp. He didn't dare to waste a second; grabbing the belt, he turned and rushed toward the door, his heart pounding in his ears.
He could even hear the trained footsteps of several colleagues behind him as they sealed off the exit as planned. It happened so fast that Diana didn't even have time to open her eyes.
A chill ran down Diana's back as she immediately realized what was happening. In the moment of power loss, her mind was unusually clear. But when she opened her eyes abruptly, the man who had snatched the golden belt was already several steps away.
The air around her suddenly grew heavy, and only then did she realize that she was surrounded by seven or eight people. It turned out it was all a trap. Her mind raced through the flash of lightning: these people knew her greatest weakness; they had been plotting for a long time. But now was not the time to think; she must immediately reclaim the gold belt.
"You bunch of bastards!" She roared, aiming a heavy punch at the nearest supervisor. The fighting skills of an Amazon warrior still flowed through her veins, and this punch was powerful enough to send the opponent flying with a nosebleed. However, her body, lacking divine power, was ultimately limited; she could feel that each punch was much weaker than usual.
Two burly men immediately pounced from the side, grabbing her arms, while the other two held onto her legs. She struggled fiercely, but without the blessing of divine power, her strength was no different from that of an ordinary person. Her elbow strikes and knee thrusts caused some damage, but she could not break free from their grip.
The third person took the opportunity to lock her neck from behind, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. She tried to counter with a headbutt, but the fourth person promptly pinned her head down. The red combat boots kicked against the ground, and the blue shorts forced her upturned buttocks into a graceful arc, yet these movements could not help her break free.
"Let me go!" she roared, but her voice was tinged with despair. The pride of an Amazon warrior told her she must not fall into enemy hands, yet without her golden belt, she truly could not match four opponents with just her bare fists. Her resistance grew weaker, and she could only watch helplessly as the man holding her golden belt slowly walked away.
"Eh!" Diana let out a muffled groan as her abdomen took a heavy blow. Even with the peak physical condition of a human, it was hard to withstand such a professional attack on vital points. Although her abdominal muscles could cushion some of the force, it still caused her a sharp pain.
The second punch came swiftly. She barely managed to twist her body, deflecting the blow from its target. As a warrior trained in the highest level of combat, she immediately seized upon the opponent's exposed weakness, executing a beautiful shoulder throw that sent him sprawling on the ground. She then turned around and grabbed the wrist of another attacker, using the force to deliver an elbow strike to his temple.
But without divine power, she ultimately fell short. She had just dealt with two opponents when three burly men charged at her from behind. She tried to use a spinning kick, but due to the limited angle, she couldn't exert her full strength, only knocking down one. The remaining men swarmed over, grabbing her arms and legs.
"Let go!" She roared in anger, her waist suddenly exerting force to lift the weight of three people. But just as she was about to stand up, a dark shadow attacked from the side, kicking her knee. In the moment of losing balance, the others took the opportunity to pin her down.
She still wanted to struggle, but this time the numerical advantage allowed them to completely overpower her. Her short boots kicked against the ground, and the bulges of muscle beneath her red battle suit rose, yet she could not break free from the restraints. She could feel herself struggling against the limits of human physical capabilities against a multitude of enemies, but the situation remained unfavorable for her.
The fourth person took the opportunity to straddle her waist, pressing down firmly on her upper body. She tried to break free but found that everyone was targeting her vital joints, using the least amount of force to exert maximum control. This level of expertise was clearly meticulously designed, specifically for opponents like her.
"Get lost!" Diana roared. Even without her powers, she was still one of the most powerful warriors on Paradise Island. Every move she made contained the essence of years of combat training, and every muscle burst with astonishing strength.
She abruptly twisted her waist and hips, using the weight of the man on top of her to nearly complete a perfect flip. The other men's restraints wavered as she struggled fiercely. Sweat soaked her red battle robe, making it cling more tightly to her undulating curves.
"Damn it! Supervisor, don't lie there and pretend to be dead!" shouted a burly man who had pinned her legs, his voice filled with anxiety. "Find a way to subdue her!"
The manager with the broken nose staggered to his feet, blood trickling down his twisted nose. A sinister look flashed in his eyes as he fished out a handkerchief and a bottle of ether. Glancing at the sexy figure moving around not far away, he licked the blood from his lips and revealed a greedy smile.
"What a beauty..." As he approached, he reached out his hand to Diana's proud bosom without any restraint. His palm just touched the soft mound, and through the red battle suit, he squeezed it, hearing a fierce roar.
"Dare to touch me and I'll be dead!" Diana's eyes blazed with raging anger. Just as the supervisor was lost in the sensation, her right arm, which had gathered all her strength, suddenly burst with astonishing power. No one expected her to manage to break free under such circumstances.
"Slap!" A loud slap, brimming with the Amazon warrior's full fury, struck the supervisor squarely on the face. His head tilted to one side in an odd angle, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string. He crashed into the wall and collapsed, losing all consciousness.
Quick! Arnold! Get the gold belt out!" A man in the crowd shouted, his voice filled with panic.
Diana shuddered, watching the tall, thin man rush toward the window. She struggled wildly, but was still unable to break free under the pressure of multiple people. Arnold pushed open the window, leaned out, and his golden belt gleamed brilliantly in his hand.
"Halt!" Diana's roar echoed through the room, but it was too late.
Arnold tossed the belt outward, and a golden arc traced across the sky. Diana's gaze followed the golden light as it plummeted toward the ground fifty stories below. She knew the belt was right there, within reach, yet these people were trapped here.
Her breathing grew rapid, her chest heaving violently. A body without divine power could not break through the encirclement of so many people, let alone evacuate safely from the fiftieth floor. She felt like a fierce tiger trapped in a cage, possessing invincible strength but now stripped of her most powerful weapon.
Sweat trickled down her cheeks, dripping onto the red battle suit. She writhed in defiance, but every movement was tightly restrained. Her slender legs, clad in blue shorts, kicked incessantly, yet they could not budge the slightest bit of the situation. She had never felt so helpless, as if victory was just within reach, yet it seemed to be separated by an insurmountable chasm.
Just as Diana was struggling to break free, a man's hand suddenly covered the most intimate part of her shorts. His fingertips, through the blue fabric and white star pattern, skillfully caressed her lips, occasionally brushing over the most sensitive protrusion.
"Let go of it!" Diana's face was flushed with shame, her thigh muscles taut with anger. But she soon felt a strange tingling rising from the bottom of her abdomen, weakening her already exhausted body.
The rough fingers of the man continued to stimulate her, sometimes drawing circles, sometimes pressing, tracing her private form through the fabric. Every time his thumb grazed the small nub at the top, her strong body would involuntarily tremble slightly. She wanted to clench her legs to stop this invasion, but was firmly held in place by the weight of others.
"Ha! It works!" The man's excited voice was tinged with triumph, and his fingers moved more wildly. He could feel the cloth beneath his palm becoming wet, and the sunken area becoming soft out of control.
Shame and anger intertwined, Diana's breathing became labored. Her pride in self-control crumbled under such deliberate provocation. The chilling pleasure spread from her lower abdomen, eroding the little strength she had left. Her resistance grew weaker, even her curses were tinged with a breathless sound.
"Look, even the mighty Wonder Woman is just a woman," the man who toyed with her lower body sneered, "as long as she's female, there are weaknesses." As he spoke, he bent his index finger and thrust forcefully into the already muddy area.
"Ugh!" Diana's eyes widened as she experienced this invasion for the first time in her virginity. The finger, through the soaked fabric, was deeply embedded in her netherworld, each subtle movement stirring the sensitive areas she had never been explored before. She wanted to scream, but was silenced by another man's stinky foot.
The guy who had grabbed her left arm lifted his right foot, hooked the edge of her work boot with his toe, and clumsily kicked a few times, finally throwing off the shoe. He had walked all day in heavy work boots today, with his cotton socks long soaked in sweat. Now, this foot, emitting a strong odor, was pressing between Diana's mouth and nose.
"Let this bitch taste the smell of a man," he said with a sinister smile, while pressing her face hard. The stench filled her nose instantly, making her want to vomit, but she could do nothing about it.
A third person's hand moved along the inside of her left thigh, deliberately scratching her sensitive skin with her nails. The itching made her want to laugh and scream, but all the sounds were suppressed into a stifled whimper by the stinky feet.
The man who had been left behind by her was the most eager. His hand roughly tore open her red vest. Without the armor to cover her, her full breasts suddenly jolted out, trembling slightly in the office's air conditioning. His palm immediately returned, wildly kneading those proud peaks, occasionally pinching the cherry-red tips, stirring up waves of uncontrollable shivers in her.
Diana felt her body betraying her will. The shame and inexplicable pleasure of being violated in a virgin's territory intertwined, the pain of her breasts being toyed with mixed with a strange sense of comfort, and the itching on the inner thighs further eroded her defenses. Her once-prided self-control vanished at this moment, leaving her to helplessly writhing, only to receive more punishment.
"Wh... wh..." Her moans were muffled by the stinky feet, but her body trembled more violently. She had never imagined that one day she would become a plaything in the hands of a gang of villains. More terrifyingly, her unaccustomed body was gradually adapting to this torment, even beginning to crave more.
Diana's body had completely softened, her once powerful muscles now limp and weak. Her virgin body had never been so skillfully teased, with all three main sensitive zones invaded at once, leaving her last bit of resistance shattered.
The hand that had invaded her through her shorts suddenly withdrew. Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she felt her blue triangular shorts roughly ripped open. The fabric rubbed against her sensitive area, making her tremble slightly. In the next moment, two fingers mercilessly pierced into her virginity.
"Wh... wh..." Her moans were stifled by the stinky feet, leaving only muffled sounds. After a few quick strokes on the outside, the rhythm suddenly changed. One finger remained outside, skillfully rubbing her clitoris and labia, while the other delved inside, digging into her walls, occasionally searching for a particular protrusion.
She had never experienced such intense stimulation. The rough palms of her hands pampered every part of her most intimate areas, not sparing even the folds of her vulva or the tender flesh inside. A strange sensation began to stir within her, as if something was awakening. Her waist involuntarily twitched slightly, seemingly adapting to this novel feeling.
At the same time, the man who was kneading her breasts lowered his head and took a bite of her erect nipple. His rough tongue scraped against the sensitive bud, sometimes sucking hard, sometimes gently biting. The other breast was firmly held by his hand, his fingertips constantly rubbing the engorged cherry.
These new sensations left her confused and uneasy. She had never expected her body to react this way, a mix of shame and a faint pleasure intertwining. The heat from her lower abdomen gradually spread, and her clitoris began to secrete liquid involuntarily, as if some switch inside her body was quietly turned on.
Despite her conscious resistance, her body began to respond honestly to these stimuli. It was an unprecedented feeling, both strange and intense, leaving her at a loss. Her instincts told her to resist, but this novel sensory experience left her bewildered, allowing her only passive acceptance.
The interrupted manager staggered to his feet, his crooked nose still bleeding, his whole left face swollen like a loaf of bread. He leaned against the wall and staggered to the edge of the crowd, spitting out blood-stained saliva.
"You bitch!" He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and stared at Diana with a fierce look. "Dare you hit me? You'll get your hands dirty later!"
He looked around and saw his men busy playing with the superhero, and he sneered, "It seems you had a good time when I was out of it." The men exchanged knowing glances.
But Diana had no time to pay attention to their conversation. Waves of unfamiliar pleasure were sweeping over her, a sensation she had never experienced before. She felt as if she were standing on the crest of a wave, ready to be swept into an abyss.
"Hmm... ah... no..." Her moans seeped through the stinky socks, sounding particularly alluring. Her flawless body began to wriggle uncontrollably, her muscle lines trembling slightly in the wave of pleasure.
Her lower body was completely soaked, and every twitch of her fingers brought out a glistening stream of honey. Her nipples, red and swollen from constant rubbing and sucking, stood tall in the air. Her waist began to twist uncontrollably, responding to the invasive movements.
It was a strange feeling, but irresistible. She could feel something building up inside her, like the rumbling of a volcano about to erupt. Her breathing became more and more rapid, and every cell in her body seemed to be expecting something.
"This... this is what... feels like..." She murmured in her sobs, her voice tinged with panic and anticipation. Her deep blue eyes were veiled in a misty haze, the once sharp gaze now appearing lost and fragile.
The soft armor crafted by the Fire God perfectly fit Diana's body, now clearly displaying every muscle movement. Men could see how her abdominal muscles tightened as pleasure built up, especially in the groin area, which was already in a state of spasm.
"Look how tight she's clamped down," the man with his fingers buried inside her panted, "this bitch is about to come." He quickened the pace of his fingers, deliberately grinding over her most sensitive spot each time.
The supervisor heard this and pulled out the handkerchief covered with ether from his pocket. A cruel smile flashed in his eyes: "Wait and see what happens when this Wonder Woman is anesthetized during climax."
Diana felt as if she were going mad, her noble body was being tortured in a way it had never been before. The pleasure came in waves, and her reason told her that she must stop it, but her body acted against her will.
"No... no... I want..." Her voice came through the stinky socks, fragmented. She could sense that the threshold was approaching; she didn't know what it would be like, but she was clear that once she crossed that line, she would lose complete control over her body.
And worse, she knew they would take advantage of that moment to subdue her with ether. As a warrior, nothing was more humiliating than being taken advantage of when she was at her most vulnerable. But now, she couldn't even control her breathing, let alone resist.
Her abs were twitching, her thigh muscles were taut, and she was on the verge of collapse. Her beautiful blue eyes were filled with tears, both from the impending humiliation and from fear of the unknown.
"Please... please you..." It was the first time in her life that she had shown weakness to an enemy, but no one paid attention to this plea.
As the man's fingers pumped wildly inside her, Diana began to feel an unprecedented sensation. It was a strange experience she had never experienced before, as if all the blood in her body was boiling and every pore was trembling.
"This is... what is this?" she asked herself in panic. In thousands of years of life, she had never encountered such a situation. She felt something accumulating inside her, like the tide slowly flooding the beach. She tried to suppress this feeling, but her body wouldn't listen.
The pleasure grew, and her nerve endings screamed. She realized that she seemed to be approaching some terrible tipping point, but no one had told her what to do about it. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run away, but she felt vaguely that it shouldn't end there.
"No... something... is coming..." Her reason was screaming at her, but her body had already lost all control. She felt like a small boat in a storm, about to be swallowed by the huge waves. She wanted to struggle, yet she couldn't bear to interrupt this strange pleasure.
As she hesitated, the force that had been building up finally erupted inside her.
"Don't... I don't want... ah!" Diana's body suddenly arched into a graceful curve. The climax she was experiencing for the first time in thousands of years flooded her like a towering wave. She wanted to resist, but every cell in her body was rejoicing. She couldn't even wriggle to release this pleasure; it could only slowly erode her reason.
Her small hole contracted uncontrollably, glistening with a clear fluid as it opened and closed. Even if she exerted all her strength to resist, the mysterious garden still bloomed in its most alluring form. Her thighs trembled incessantly, the muscle lines undulating gracefully beneath the red soft armor.
At that moment, the stinky foot moved away from her face and she was able to breathe freely. But she would soon regret this opportunity.
"Eh... ah!" She finally cried out uncontrollably. At that moment, the supervisor's handkerchief was pressed heavily over her mouth and nose.
"Go to hell, bitch!" the supervisor said fiercely.
Diana, lost in the afterglow of the climax, was completely unprepared and instinctively took several deep breaths of the pungent ether. Her thoughts began to wander, and the world before her gradually blurred. The intoxicating pleasure still flowed through her body, but her consciousness grew increasingly heavy.
"Good... strange... feeling..." Her voice grew softer, the last words fading into the abyss of unconsciousness. Her captivating blue eyes slowly closed, her lashes trembling slightly. Her body was still instinctively savoring the afterglow of climax, but she had already lost consciousness.
The man pulled his wet fingers out and wiped them over her flat little belly. "It's definitely the first time," he said, looking at the unconscious Diana. "They say first impressions are the most memorable. She'll never forget today."
The once mighty Wonder Woman lay on the ground, her battle suit in disarray and shaking. Her expression was serene with a touch of intoxication, as if she were still savoring the first peak of her life that had been so soulful and bone-chilling.
The man who had taken her golden belt pushed a large black suitcase in and whispered to the supervisor, "We need to move her quickly; you know the boss doesn't like delays." His eyes, however, lingered on the unconscious Diana, watching her rising and falling chest and slender, beautiful legs.
The supervisor swallowed hard and nodded. The crowd carefully removed Diana's golden star crown from her head. When they took off her red bodice, several men's hands noticeably hesitated, admiring the snow-white skin of this goddess-like woman. Her figure was perfect, with graceful curves and elegant muscle lines that were both firm and soft. As the blue triangular shorts were slowly peeled off, they noticed some glistening residue on the inner thighs, clearly from the afterglow of her climax.
Guan nodded, signaling the others to proceed. They carefully removed Diana's golden star crown from her head, then sequentially took off her red cross-piece armor, blue triangle shorts, and red high-heeled boots. These sacred items were meticulously placed into a specially designed bulletproof boarding case.
Two men were responsible for handling her bodily excretions. They first installed a delicate anal plug in her posterior, ensuring it fit tightly and would not fall out. Then they carefully inserted a catheter, connecting it to a transparent urine bag. All these devices were designed to ensure that there would be no accidental leakage during transportation.
A fully sealed black latex suit was unfolded, and they slowly slipped her unconscious body into it. The latex suit covered her from neck to toe, even the fingers were carefully fitted in. This way, even the slightest sweat would not leave any trace during security checks.
Her long black hair was carefully combed into a neat bun at the back of her head. Without the golden belt, Diana was now just an ordinary woman who had lost her powers.
Finally, the respiratory system was prepared. A special mask connected to a small oxygen tank was placed on her face. The tank contained a gas mixture of ether, sufficient to keep her unconscious throughout the transport. The tubing was properly arranged to ensure smooth air supply.
They carefully placed her in the large suitcase, adjusting her position to make it as comfortable as possible. The urine bag and oxygen tank were also properly placed in special slots inside the suitcase. After all the checks were completed, the suitcase door was closed tightly, and the password lock was activated.
The once formidable Wonder Woman now lay quietly in a large suitcase. Her jet-black hair was neatly coiled, her beautiful face slightly flushed due to the ether effect, and her full breasts rose and fell with each breath. Her slender legs appeared even straighter under the cover of the latex suit. The urine bag and oxygen tank were properly placed in designated slots within the box. Finally, with everyone's reluctant gazes, the suitcase door closed tightly, and the password lock activated.
A few people pushed a cart through the parking lot. A large black suitcase containing Diana was heavy on the cart, and next to it was her sacred equipment in a bulletproof box.
They opened the back door of the gray moving van and carried the boxes into the van. To keep it from being noticed, they piled some cardboard boxes and other clutter on top of the boxes. Once everything was in place, the van quietly left.
But in a corner of the parking lot, a gleaming belt was hanging from the edge of a trash can. It was Wonder Woman's belt, and it had been forgotten, watching the van disappear into the traffic.