Published: May 6th 2023, 12:00:02 pm
This was not what Cassandra Cain had expected to find when she'd started this little project. She had anticipated finding all sorts of dark, hidden secrets, yes - that was, in a way, the whole point - but never in a million years did she think one of them would be this.
She'd been inspired by Bruce's own files, his records of ways that the other members of the Justice League could be taken down, if the need arose. That was an instinct she understood well; she'd been raised as an assassin, and knew that it was important to always be prepared for the worst.
So, when she'd learned of the Silver Sorceress's backstory, that she had come from another Earth, and had the ability to open doorways to more still, it had seemed the perfect fit. It helped that they both already felt like outsiders in the League. The Sorceress had been on another team, the Justifiers, on her world, who had fought with the Justice League before she decided to stay here, and Cassandra could tell she wasn't completely certain about her decision, about how well she fit in here as opposed to her true home.
And Cassandra herself knew she didn't fit in. She didn't fit in anywhere, really, but especially not among a bunch of heroes, after spending her childhood being trained to kill, knowing nothing else, not even how to read or write, until Bruce had taken her in, and even after that, it had taken her a long time, and several teachers, to get to where she was now. How much did the other members know about that?
Probably less than they knew about why she was a member, or, for the most part, the fact that she'd been on the Elite team first, the black ops version of the team many of them hadn't even known existed, other than the ones who had been on it themselves, under different guises. To be fair, she'd also taken on another name, another identity, for that, to keep an eye on things for Bruce. It was only afterwards that he'd vouched for her to become a full member of the League.
Now, as she'd started digging into their lives on other worlds, peering through to watch them, would that make them trust her more, or less? Or would they expect it from a protege of Batman? She was looking for weaknesses, yes, though if there were any that were too bad, she planned to warn the other members so they could learn to defend them. And it was a good way to spot possible future threats, too, plots that villains may have come up with a bit earlier elsewhere that they could watch for signs for here, and be more prepared to stop.
In the end, however, she was just doing the same thing Bruce did, if in a more advanced way, casting a broader net. It wasn't always useful - there were entire universes where life had never emerged from the sea, for example, and there was no particularly good data to be gleaned from that - but as broad as the multiverse was, the people within them tended to be very similar for the most part, right down to their tiniest mannerisms, their body language. Cassandra had grown up learning to read that like normal people learned their alphabet, so if anyone would know that, it would be her, and more often than not she could tell, at their core, the alternate versions of the team members they looked in on were largely the same as the ones they knew in person.
Which was why it had struck her as so odd the first time she'd decided to take a crack at Wonder Woman. She could still remember it, clear as day, watching the glowing window open in midair, the same as it had every other time they'd done it, revealing what appeared to be the inside of a dressmaker's shop...
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"Now, now, dear," Eviless smirked, giving the reins a playful tug. "Don't be fussy! We have to get this just right! It's a very special occasion, and we have to have you looking your best!"
Wonder Woman started to scowl, only to feel her face twist against her, turning the expression into a smile, her hands loosening their grip on the skirt of her uniform and falling to her sides. Never in a million years would she have imagined that when Saturna had stolen her lasso, she was going to do this with it, building a set of bright pink reins out of them, using them to capture her and lead them away from the site of their last battle, docile as a lamb.
Then again, she also had never expected the woman to escape Transformation Island completely unrepentant... So few people ever had, and even fewer had managed to steal one of the Venus Girdles that were used to reform the prisoners. No others, as far as Diana knew, had found a way to alter them, to amplify the pleasure they were intended to send to the mind of the wearer when they obeyed their orders, turn it into something else.
Diana squirmed, teeth clamping down on her bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud at the tingling between her legs, brought on, she knew, by doing what she'd been told, not fussing anymore. The metal belt locked around her waist and the reins looped over her shoulders were a deadly combination, the lasso embedded in the latter giving her no choice other than to do whatever Eviless asked, the former instantly rewarding her.
"Wh-What are you going to do to me, Mistress?" Wonder Woman asked, the possibilities sending a chill down her spine, along with the title she'd already been ordered to address the woman as, her desire to call her something very different igniting a new twinge of excitement in her loins. Eviless was truly one of the most despicable of the villains she'd faced, a slave driver from another planet, and the idea of lending her powers to the woman's foul deeds made her sick to her stomach.
And yet... At the same time, she could feel the warmth inside her growing, a wetness building in her underpants. The less she wanted to do something, the more intense the Girdle's signal would be. If Eviless wanted to twist her into her crony, force her to fight against her former teammates, not only would she do it, she'd be in ecstasy every moment of it.
"Oh, don't worry," Eviless stroked Diana's hair. "As useful as you could be in battle, there are far too many ways for that to go wrong... Those other members of the Justice League know you too well to accept a sudden change in sides, or, even if they didn't, they might accidentally knock loose your Girdle, or your reins... And we can't have that, can we?"
"N-No, Mistress," Diana shook her head.
"Good girl," Eviless grinned. "Don't fret, though... You're not going to go to waste. You're going to fetch a fine price at auction." Wonder Woman let out a tiny squeak, all she could manage right then. She shouldn't have been surprised, really... This was what Eviless did. Even so, the thought was mortifying, standing there, seeing all of the villains she'd defeated who had managed to escape - and once new of the auction broke out, plenty more of them were bound to do the same so they could attend - vying to own her, to do with her as they pleased.
"But first," Eviless continued, "we're going to have to demonstrate to them that this isn't a trick, that you truly are a sweet, defenseless little tyke who would never dare turn against them after they've paid for you, even if you did break free of your Girdle and your lasso. Luckily, I know just the thing!"
Wonder Woman had no clue where she was being taken, what the slaver meant to do to her at the end of their journey. All she could do was keep walking, letting herself be paraded down the sidewalk, hoping that everyone who saw her, who snapped a picture of her, would either send them to the League so they could rescue her first, or assume that it couldn't be the real Wonder Woman they were seeing, but some kind of strange performance art piece.
Nobody had shown up by the time Eviless turned, opened the door to a small shop, however. The windows were blacked out, and there was no name on the building, making it that much more ominous. As Wonder Woman was led inside, she was greeted by the sight of mannequins, dressed up in leather and latex outfits, in bondage...
This was some sort of fetish shop. Diana shuddered, gawking at the ball gags, the hoods, blank and full other than a cut-out for the mouth, the bridles, like what a horse would wear, except sized for a person, paired with butt plugs that had long tails flowing from them... She had even less of an idea of what Eviless was going to do to her; if anything, the possibilities were only growing now, seeing all this.
Eviless brushed a strand of Diana's hair out of her face. "No, none of this is for you," she cooed. "It might be fun to dress you up as a ponygirl, have you pull carriages through the park, but that's thinking too small. I had something very special made for you."
A small, thin woman poked her head out from the back of the shop, asking suspiciously, "Yes?" before seeing who it was. "Ah, yes!" she nodded. "One moment!" She vanished into her backroom again, then returned, garment bag draped over her arm. "I must say, I think you estimated her measurements perfectly."
"Of course," Eviless sneered at Diana, who was squirming, feeling the two of them eyeing her up and down like a slab of meat. "I saw her every night in my dreams at that prison. Now, then, be a dear and get rid of these rags. You won't be needing them anymore."
Diana felt her hands grabbing at her armor, heart pounding as her fingers closed around it. She couldn't do this, couldn't strip herself out of her clothes... But, as she gave a twist, heard metal shearing apart, cloth ripping, she was only encouraged to keep going, getting more and more turned on as she obeyed, tossing the ruined shreds of her uniform to the floor, revealing her bare body, wearing only the Girdle and reins she'd removed everything else past, to Eviless and the seamstress.
"You," Eviless informed Diana, "are going to lift your arms for me, and stand very still. You aren't going to move a muscle until I have your reins back on, are you?"
Wonder Woman's eyebrow twitched ever so slightly. If Eviless was planning on removing the reins, and the lasso inside them, she had a chance to take advantage of that, to escape... It might be her last one. It was unfortunate, then, that the villain wasn't stupid enough not to realize that as well. She couldn't believe she'd never thought of that tactic herself... It was possible it wouldn't work that way, or wouldn't without the Girdle there, too, though. She may still have a shot... For now, however, she could only nod and say, "Yes, Mistress," as she raised her arms, then froze.
The desire to run away as she felt the reins being loosened, taken off of her shoulders, was very strong... But all that did was intensify the tingling between her legs, earn a chuckle from the seamstress as she stared there, saw the wetness glistening. "Somebody is excited for their new outfit!" she declared.
"More than you know," Eviless replied, unzipping the garment bag. Wonder Woman couldn't even lower her head to see that, to get an idea of what awaited her... She might as well have been one of the mannequins here. "It's wonderful!" Eviless gasped. "You've done it again!"
Diana couldn't lift her head, either, as the object was raised above it, slid down over her arms. She was surprised at how soft the material was, certainly not leather or vinyl, just plain cloth. She assumed it was a dress, until it ended right below her belly button, no longer than some shirts. The hem of it felt fuller than a shirt, however, more like a skirt... She was very confused, almost happy to have Eviless put her back into her reins so she could move again, take a look at what she was wearing.
Despite its length, or lack thereof, it was, indeed, a dress, covered in ruffles and lace, with puffy sleeves. It was a very familiar shade of red, and, right on the chest, it had a picture of a bright yellow rubber ducky. Diana's eyes darted over to the uniform she'd ripped apart, cheeks burning as she recognized the exact shade of red, as she put together that this duck was meant as a childish parody of the eagle she had, until now, worn so proudly across her chest.
"Don't you love it?" Eviless grinned. "Go on, tell her you love it."
She didn't, of course, but since she'd been told to do it, she had to smile down at the seamstress, say, "I love it so much!"
"I'm very glad," the seamstress told her. "And you haven't even see the best part!" She bent down, picked up another object Diana had been too distracted to notice, holding it up with a loud crinkle.
She wanted to shake her head, to say, "No!", but doing that would be fussy, so she could just stand there, stunned, as the seamstress handed the object over to Eviless, who took her time unfolding it, letting the plastic crackle as she showed it off to her captive superheroine.
"Isn't this wonderful?" she asked. It looked so very, very thick, much more than any underpants Diana could recall wearing. It was blue, the shade, like her dress, matching her armor perfectly. It had stars, too, like her skirt, though it also had a rubber ducky emblazoned on the landing strip for the tapes. "She had to get these specially made, just for you... The stars will even fade when you get them wet!"
'When,' she'd said, not 'if.' Eviless had gotten a diaper made for her, and she had every intention of making her use it.
"I don't think that will take long," the seamstress laughed. "You'd better get her into it right away!"
"Good idea," Eviless nodded, kneeling down on the floor, spreading the diaper out, giving the soft, fluffy center of it a pat. "Come on, lie down!"
She really, really didn't want to do that, to let herself be taped into this thing, to complete Eviless's awful, mortifying, infantile version of her uniform... But her reins - baby reins, to be exact, she realized now, adding a whole new dimension to how humiliating they were - gave her no choice, and the Girdle 'rewarded' her all the more for complying anyway.
"You're going to need lots of powder," Eviless teased, sprinkling a liberal amount onto Wonder Woman's crotch, starting to massage it into her skin, her fingers traveling, exploring, rubbing... Diana moaned, her toes curling, a part of her brain determined not to let this happen, not here, not like this, while the rest of her mind was too horny to care about all that, wanting nothing more than to finally end all this teasing and give her a release.
But she didn't get that. Eviless stopped short, wiping her hands on the diaper once she had Wonder Woman a squirmy, needy mess, and pulling the padding up between her legs snugly. "Isn't that nice?" she cooed, opening up one tape, fastening it to the landing strip. "No more big girl panties for you!" She opened the tape on the other side, tugged the side tight, then paused. "You know what? I think you ought to do the honors."
"Wh-What?" Diana blinked.
"This is your first diaper," Eviless told her. "There will be so, so many more... I think it's only fitting that, for the first, you be the one to tape yourself into it. I'll have plenty of chances to do it, and so will your new owner, and anyone else who wants to... This time, I really think it should be you."
Diana tried to shake her head, to say no; that was like admitting it was over, that this was her new life. She couldn't do it! She wouldn't!
"Tape up your diaper," Eviless ordered.
It was almost enough to take her over the edge as her resistance melted away and she reached down, taking the tape, pushing it down onto the landing strip, giving it a rub to ensure it wouldn't be coming off anytime soon... As Wonder Woman diapered herself, completing her transformation from hero to oversized toddler.
Or so she thought. Eviless had one more trick up her sleeve, after giving herself a moment to gloat, to kneel over the woman lying on the floor, dazed from the embarrassment of the whole ordeal. She leaned over and whispered in Diana's ear, "Now, fill it up."
Eviless had made her do more than enough humiliating, degrading, things, but there had been none that she wanted to do less than this... And, considering how close she'd already been, she didn't stand a chance. As soon as she felt her body obeying, the seat of her diaper starting to fill with a warm, thick, stinky mess, her back arched, a wave of intense pleasure washing over her.
This, she knew, had been the plan all along, to make this happen right now, right as she pooped her diaper. She wished she could say that recognizing the plot, knowing what it was, would be enough to let her resist it... But she had never felt anything better than this.
Eviless gave her a minute or two to recover, to catch her breath, before asking, "Did you like it, sweetie?"
"I-I did, Mistress," Diana confessed. "I-I loved it... I-I loved my diapers..."
"Good girl," Eviless patted her on the head. "That's the perfect attitude! They are going to get into such a bidding war over you! Pampers, Huggies, Luvs... Any one of them would be happy to have you as a spokesperson!"
"Wh-What?" Diana frowned.
"This is such a cute design," Eviless poked at Diana's diaper. "We're going to let one of them take it and make their own version of it, and you are going to help them advertise it! Just think of how many toddlers will be thrilled to wear the same diapers as Wonder Woman! You're going to make a fortune for me, and make sure everyone knows that you're no threat anymore... And then, you'll make me even more money when I sell you off. Isn't that exciting?"
Diana squirmed in her messy diaper, knowing that her life as a superhero, and an adult, was now over. She knew she had to say, "Y-Yes, Mistress," to keep from being fussy... But, to her surprise, she didn't get even a twinge of encouragement from the Girdle when she did, which was almost more embarrassing. Had Eviless already warped her mind that much that she genuinely felt that way now, that she was looking forward to filling her diapers again, if it had the chance of making her feel like she had last time?
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She might not have been certain about that, one way or the other, but Cassandra's training had meant that she was, that she'd known even before Wonder Woman did that it was true. She'd shuddered, feeling a blush spreading across her own cheeks in sympathy for the fate of the Wonder Woman of that world. Of course, she couldn't blame Wonder Woman for that, by any means. That villain had manipulated her into that, had brainwashed her, essentially. Given the size of the multiverse, the same could have happened to anyone.
Or so she'd assumed, until she decided to have the Sorceress check in on another world's Wonder Woman....