"Say goodbye to Wonder Woman, Slut!", he grinned. "In a few moments, she'll be gone forever. You're going to be is a helpless little fuckslut for the rest of your life."
Wonder Woman managed one last desperate attempt to move, forcing her knees into the carpet in an attempt to raise herself upright. But she was too weak and too exhausted to achieve anything useful, in fact only inadvertently opening her butt cheeks a little wider in her strain, providing him even easier access to her. Before she could make any other attempt, he was upon her, and she was impaled.
"Aieeee!", she squealed in despair. "Pleathe! Pleathe! Ith noth too late!"
"It is for you, Slut", he grunted, driving deeper into her like a piledriver. She collapsed under his weight, but he'd anticipated this and simply carried on, as she fruitlessly pleaded underneath him.
And then it happened. As he shot his wad deep inside her in this most humiliating manner while wearing her bridal outfit, her future was sealed. A flash of light enveloped her, perhaps similar to previous transformations, but this the final time and this with a pink tinge. Rather than restoring her with power and authority, she collapsed in a dead faint, smacking her forehead against the floor. The warden stood up and admired her physique, which had dramatically changed.
A moment before, despite the physical alterations to her swollen bust, the quivering victim at his feet was still recognisably Wonder Woman; while undeniably curvaceous and feminine, she maintained a muscled and powerful physique, that she had been temporarily been denied the use of. But with that flash of light her very form had changed. Her once-powerful muscles simply disappeared into her flesh, leaving her flesh soft, slender and very vulnerable. She had dramatically shrunk about a foot, no longer the 6' statuesque amazon, but a small and feeble girl. Her ridiculous bust had hardly changed, and now her balance problems would be even more pronounced.
He calmly sat down and waited for the new Wonder Woman to show some signs of life. Finally her bleary eyes opened, her hair in fetching disarray. Her one hand shot to her ravaged anus, the other to her befouled throat, feeling the evidence of what had happened to her, but struggling to grasp it. "Wh-whath", she mumbled uncertainly.
"Never mind that Slave" he said. "What are you doing down there? Get your fat butt moving and come and sit on my lap where you belong"
No longer did it even occur to Wonder Woman to question him; now her role was cemented as his utterly subservient slave and she tried to spring into action. Feeble, awkward, and ludicrously top-heavy, it should have been completely impossible for her, but the amazon magic that had bonded her to him lent her strength that she needed to serve him better. "Thorry Mathther, thorry", she whimpered as she struggled to her feet.
She didn't notice that she was nude. She failed to recognise that she now seemed nearly as wide as he was tall. She had no need to consider who she was, or what had brought her to this situation. Her master was displeased with her and had commanded her to come to him - every fibre of her being yearned to obey that command.
"That's right slave, come here and sit on my lap, let's see what rises", he leered.
Wonder Woman smiled in anticipation. Her master was going to bless her with his cock! How blessed could she be, her, the most worthless member of her race that had ever existed. Her reduced height meant that she actually had to jump slightly, but enthusiastically positioned herself on top of his fast-recovering cock.
"Thank you Mathter", she purred, as she delightedly surrendered her last orifice to him.
And the Warden smiled to himself at her servile surrender. The Princess of the Amazons, the mighty Wonder Woman, was his helpless and completely willing slave. Her future was no longer her own.
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