Before ever having leaving Themyscira for the World of Men, Wonder Woman had literally trained for decades to hone her fighting abilities into an art form. Before this dark days the thought of her being overpowered by mortal man was inconceivable. So too the lariat she had proudly warn at her hip throughout so many battles had always served her, and only her; designed only to enforce the will of the phenomenal mental discipline of a true warrior. Had any previous opponent been fortunate enough to catch her in its coils, she would have shrugged off their commands with nary a shrug.
But now her situation was rather changed, having spent so many hours being so comprehensively subjugated, she was no longer coming from any position of authority, drained and exhausted of crucial fluids, grovelling at the feet of a very capable opponent, utterly distracted by two huge dildos that she couldn't begin to remove, and even ensnared in such a manner to demean her further; She knew all too well that she was rather more vulnerable to the authority of the lasso than she had ever previously experienced.
"Lathoo!", she whimpered uncertainly. "Releath me!"
But her once-obedient lariat failed to loosen; instead, as if recognising her situation, tightened agonisingly, giving her another most unwelcome distraction when she least needed it - and her widening eyes betrayed her ever-mounting fear
The Warden seized the opportunity; "Oh dear Miss Poopy Pants - you ARE in trouble! Is Wonder Woman now bereft of wonders? No fabulous strength, no fighting skills, no control over her own magical items - or her own bladder! What are you good for, shall we find out? Tell you what Slut - just so you're clear - I COMMAND YOU TO SUCK MY COCK AS WELL AS YOU CAN."
Wonder Woman expected to protest, and her mouth opened in refusal, but no words came out. Instead her mouth gaped open, no longer in shock but readiness. Somehow the magic of the command forced her up to her knees, her huge breasts an impossible encumbrance, but the lasso's magic overriding her pain and exhaustion to put into a better position to fulfill his commands.
Desperately she tried to resist the control of the lariat - in theory a possibility for a strong willed demigoddess, but in reality she was just far too broken to have any hope of success. She couldn't resist it, she was totally under his thrall!
She felt herself shuffling over on her knees to get nearer his cock, while he calmly unzipped himself.
With one final titanic effort, she managed to blurt out her last word as a free woman; "Pleath..."
"No." Quite simple, quite definite. "Now Wondy, we're going to have a much more detailed chat soon about your future. But for now, know this - I AM YOUR MASTER, AND YOU LIVE TO SERVE ME. Now get on with it..."
"Yeth mathter. Wonderleth thlut is yourth to command..." and then enthusiastically gagged herself.
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