The Taming of Wonder Woman 

Resignedly, Diana knelt before Dr. Brendan and uttered the
words she knew he wanted to hear.

"Please, sir, may this worthless slut worship your cock?"

Her face reddened with humiliation and she kept here eye
focused on the growing bulge in the therapist's slacks as
she waited for an answer.

"Look me in the eye and describe exactly how you would like
to worship my cock," Brendan commanded.

Meeting his eyes, Diana licked her lips and began speaking
as if in a trance, the words coming as a combination of
Thornton's mind control efforts and her own understanding of
what Brendan and the other men wanted to hear. How much was
an act to please her masters and how much was her own
growing enjoyment of humiliation, she couldn't say. The fact
that she found herself becoming aroused as she debased
herself disturbed Diana even more and fed both her
humiliation and arousal.

"I want to run my tongue up and down the length of it,"
Diana said. "I want to lick beneath your balls and taste
your sweat. I want to coat every inch of your cock with my
spit, then I want to rub it all over my face. Then I want to
take as much of your cock as I can in my mouth and feel it
sliding in and out, over my tongue as I lick you. I want to
force myself down on you until I can feel the head of your
cock against the back of my throat and I want to fuck myself
hard on your rod. Then, when I can't take anymore and I'm
gagging myself on your dick, I want you to wrap your hands
in my hair and thrust even deeper. I want you to chock me
with your dick until you cum in my mouth."

"I believe we can allow that," the doctor chuckled. "You may
begin."

And so it went. Diana crawled from man to man on her hands
and knees. Stopping before each man, she further debased
herself by asking permission to suck his cock and performing
whatever obscene requirement he imposed before allowing her
to pleasure him.

Steve had her lick his boots. Harrison had her bend over,
grab her ankles and count as he spanked her. Davis had her
masturbate slowly with a beer bottle until he was hard.

The blowjobs where all the same. Diana, kneeling, sucking,
choking and gagging as one man after another pulled her hair
and tried to ram his cock down her throat. More than once,
Diana found herself coughing around the hard cock in her
mouth as she desparately attempted to suck in air through
her nose. Steve found it particularly funny that she was
choking so badly on his cock when he came that Diana blew
cum through her nose. Harrison pulled almost all the way out
of her mouth so that she tasted every spurt of his cum.
Davis pulled out all the way and came all over Diana's face.

Through all of it, the verbal humiliation continued. That
was the worst. It wasn't just hearing the words. It was
believing them. Over and over Diana was called a slut. Over
and over it turned their casual insults into commands --
programming Diana would be forced to follow. Even though she
was unaware of the reason, Diana felt the changes taking
place in her psyche. She felt herself becoming the sex
object these men told her she was.

"The slut loves this," Brendan said, thrusting deep enough
to gag her.

"She can't get enough cum."

"The bitch loves it when you hurt her. Pain turns her on."

"This whore will do anything for a taste of cum."

After she had blown them all, the men turned to abusing
Diana's other orifaces. She took on all four men repeatedly
in every combination imaginable before the night ended.
Then, as she was finally allowed to rest, Steve slapped
Diana on her ass and smirked, "Have the coffee ready before
I get to work tomorrow."

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