Somehow the former Maiden of Might had to protect herself; if the Warden had his way with her in her current situation, she knew she would be eternally bonded to him as her subservient slave, anathema to the self-confident Princess of Amazon island. And he had threatened to make it much worse - were he take her in the missionary position, she would be irreversibly compelled as his willing slave, and her powers would never be restored to her. But, if he assaulted her anally, her level would be even more reduced, she'd know herself as the feeblest victim imaginable, and the weakest of all her amazon sisters. Whatever he commanded her, she'd never again be able to enter the world of men without being entirely vulnerable to them.
Frantically, she tried to spin again out of the costume that held it's fate - better nude than wearing this travesty, and if he indeed assualted her, the effects would not be so catastrophic. But with her belt gone, she simply crashed tits first into the wall, the spaghetti straps disappearing into her giant cleavage and entirely baring herself. She couldn't transform herself. She had to defeat him or...
"Stuggling their Wonder Tits?", grinned the Warden. "Thanks for turning yourself around - don't forget you sphincter has an appointment with my cock"
"N-no, geth away" she lithped, awkwardly turning around, and leaning heavily on the wall to keep herself upright. "No man will ether do that to Wonder Woman - ooh!"
Her conditioning again kicked in she felt her bladder open once again. Why was this happening to her? She needed to defend herself, not wet herself...
"Close, Slut", he corrected her, "Actually, any man that wants to - for the right place"
He was talking about prostituting her - and she knew that if she slipped under his thrall there wouldn't be a thing that she could do about it. She had to stop him! She lurched forward awkwardly, determined to use the latent power still in her large frame to pin him back against the wall, hoping to then find a way to incapacitate him. But the effort of even those couple of steps exhausted her, and instead she limply collapsed into his arms kike a moribund butterfly.
He eagerly welcomed her with a crushing bear hug, squashing her ample breasts against his chest. She attempted to break his grasp, but not only was she incapable of it, fresh conditioning meant that she collapsed in a dead faint. Chortling at her inadequacy, he dropped her across his ample desk and started playing with her tits.
It was several minutes before she awoke, finding him still bent over her enjoying himself. "Geth oth me!" she whimpered
"Why should I do that - you're clearly enjoying it!" he countered.
Wonder Woman saw the railroad spikes that had once been her nipples between his fingers - and it felt most unwelcomely good. Not now, not in this situation. She must act! She punched him as hard as she could with both fists; neither drawing even the slightest reaction. Could she not hurt him at all!? (She was in a good position to knee him in the crotch, but the thought was banned from even entering her head). She could only wail in outrage "Thtop it, Thtop it!", which he completely ignored until she gave way to a shuddering climax
He stood up and sniggered at her; "Told you you were enjoying it Juggsy!"
"N-no", she objected, "I don't know why..."
"Okay enough talk", her cut her off "Flip yourself over and we'll finish this".
"Nether!" For a moment Wonder Woman considered trying to goad him into conventionally fucking her, and diminishing the impact of the defeat she was beginning to realise she couldn't avoid. But instead she managed to sit up - she must try to resist, however hopeless the situation. Her hands sped across the desk frantically, desperate to find some sort of weapon that might help her. She found paydirt - a letter opener at her right hand and a solid paper weight in her right.
"Back oth!" she yelled. "I'll use thethe!" She took a half-stride, but that was as far as she managed, dropping the paperweight painfully onto her foot, and the opener slipped out of her hand too, unfortunately for her slicing down the front of her unsufficient attire, the tiny strip that held it together. She bent down to try and reclaim them, but found her fingers unable to close around them.
And the warden had calmly walked round beyond her. "Ready yet Slut?"
Wonder Woman jumped like a gazelle. She couldn't fight. She must run! She managed two steps before her feet tangled around each other and she collapsed forward onto her mighty udders. The Warden grabbed the back of her meagre costume, the straps failed, and he was left with the discarded remnants of his clothing in her hands.
And Wonder Woman was again sprawling on the floor, unable to get up, weighed down by her giant breasts. And now, with her ass in the air, her very fate flashed through her eyes.
"Pleathe! Pleathe!", she whimpered "Don't do thith!"
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