"Must find... The Orb... Must find the Orb..." Wonder Woman kept repeating to herself to keep her mind busy, yet, she couldn't help thinking about how magnificent Circe looked on those paintings.
"I fought her countless times and I never noticed that?! There's definitely something wrong...That must be some kind of magic... O Great Hera! Give me the strength to battle her villainy!" Those words gave the fierce Amazon some confidence back.
This boost of confidence made Diana actively search the room for the orb. However, for every object belonging to Circe she moved, it made her crave to take one more look at the goddess that was gracing the walls of the Royal Chamber. This urge was obsessing
her, clouding her judgment, almost the same feeling an addict would get when in dire need of a fix.
For quite some time she resisted, feeling her eyes slowly looking in the direction of the paintings to regain control of herself just in time and focus on drawers or other places the orb could be hidden.
Nonetheless, despite all her efforts, she eventually asked herself what was wrong to take just another look at those pictures. A little part of her was sending her warning messages not to do so but a bigger more eager part of her urged her to look at Circe's
greatness one more time.
Wonder Woman finally gave a look at a massive painting picturing the coronation of Circe. There she was, standing tall with a naked Artemis crowning her while Hippolyta, naked as well, was grovelling in abject submission at the new Queen's feet kissing them
in apparent adoration.
This was too much of a sight to behold for Diana. Awe struck her heart, her arms fell inert at her side, and her pussy started to become wet.
From the throne chamber, Circe who was still watching with great interest this scene was now bent forward sitting at the edge of her seat in anticipation, an evil grin on her face.
Wonder Woman's mind was at a lost. By now she had realized that the blue potion she drank was certainly responsible for what she was currently experiencing but in the end she didn't really care about that anymore. All that mattered to her was to serve this
goddess, a true Wonder Woman, much more than she ever was, she thought.
"I want to serve this woman..." said Wonder Woman outloud "I want to serve my Goddess!"
A loud laugh echoed across the room, that was Circe's.
"AT LAST! At last you realized who I really was! A true Goddess!" Circe exulted.
At the sound of this voice, Wonder Woman heavily dropped on her knees. It was an almost instinctive thing to do for her, she didn't question it, she didn't even bother to think about it. The only thing that was in her mind now was to serve Circe.
There she was kneeling, with her thighs spread wide and her back slightly arched. Her breast thrust forward with her head held high yet with lowered eyes. She was sitting on her heels and her hands were resting on her thighs palms up.
The once proud heroine was adopting the submission stance of Amazons, offering herself to her Mistress, awaiting to be commanded.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! What a lovely sight this is!" taunted the Queen "Wonder Woman, tell me who you are!" she asked cruelly.
"I am...your slave, Mistress..." the defeated superheroine replied.
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