When Diana opened her eyes, fluorescent lights were going passed her on a cheap paneled ceiling.

“…thought she was real at first,” a female voice was saying, “I mean, doesn’t she look like the real Wonder Woman?”

Another voice snorted back, “Half of her is probably plastic. Real women just don’t look like that.”

Diana closed her eyes tightly then fluttered them open again, trying to collect herself. She could hear the rolling of wheels beneath her. When she focused her eyes, she saw she was traveling down a long white hallway, empty but for rows of steel doors on either side.

“You think?” a young woman in a white uniform was saying, “I don’t know, she doesn’t have that plastic surgery look. Maybe she just looks a lot like Wonder Woman?”

“No way,” another woman replied, “She’s got too much muscle tone to have tits like that. Dead give-away.”

The amazon tried to get up, but leather straps pinned her to a gurney with more restraints buckled around her wrists and ankles. While she wasn’t uncomfortable, she could barely move.

“Hey, she’s waking up!” a bright-eyed blonde leaned over her, “How are you feeling?”

The woman was dressed in a white nurse uniform and was pushing the gurney from behind while a darker-looking woman in the same uniform guided it from the front.

“I… feel confused…” Diana frowned.

The muscles in Diana’s deceptively strong arms flexed, but she couldn’t tear through the leather or even make it creak. The brown strap hugged down just under the golden eagle wings that cupped her breasts. She wore her red bustier as well glossy blue briefs decorated with white stars, her firm legs held down by another strap and bare down to her feet. Her boots had been removed, but everything else, even her silver bracers and tiara remained in place… except for the golden belt that was normally around her waist.

“Careful,” the blonde smiled down at her, “Don’t get upset or we’ll have to sedate you again. You’re just tied down so you can’t hurt yourself, okay?”

“Hurt myself?” Diana blinked, “What’s going on? Where am I?”

“Calm down,” the blonde said sweetly, “You’re in a mental health facility. You had what we call an ‘episode’, hon. It’s all right, though; you’re safe here.”

“Safe as houses,” the other woman grinned back at her.

“Can you tell me your name?” the blonde asked.

Diana clenched her eyes shut then fluttered them open again, trying to remember how she got here. She had been investigating a ring of kidnappers…

“My name’s Bailee,” the blonde, Bailee, smiled, “And that’s Irma. I’m going to be your assigned nurse during your treatment. Do you remember your name, sweetie?”

Diana frowned, “I’m… princess Diana of Paradise Island. Bailee, there must be some sort of mistake.”

Bailee stroked her cheek, “No, no, I mean your real name. Do you remember your real name?”

“That IS my real name.”

Bailee offered a sad look to Irma. Irma just rolled her eyes.

“I am not insane, Bailee,” Diana tried to keep calm, “I … I must have been ambushed. Was I brought in wearing a golden belt?”

“Shhhhhh…” the blonde nurse stroked her cheek again, “It’s okay. Don’t upset yourself. You just worry about getting better, okay?”

Diana turned away from her hand. She couldn’t move much, but at least her head wasn’t pinned down.

“Bailee, listen to me,” the princess’s sea blue eyes looked deeply into hers, “If you really want to help me, find my golden belt. I can prove to you I am who I say I am.”

Bailee smiled sweetly down at her. She ran her fingers through Diana’s dark hair.

“You’re being awfully obstinate right now, sweetie,” the nurse narrowed her eyes, “I think you might need a little something to settle you down…”

Brow furrowing with concern, Diana watched as Bailee reached for something in the front pocket of her uniform. There was an eager, hungry look in her eyes. Any hope that this nurse might be an ally quickly vanished.

“This will make you sweet and happy…” Bailee began to withdraw a syringe.

“No time,” Irma said, “We’re here.”

The gurney stopped as they reached mahogany double doors, which seemed totally out of place amongst the bare white walls of the rest of the facility.

Grumbling with disappointment, Bailee pushed the syringe back down into her pocket.

Shifting in her restraints, Diana lifted her head as much as she could to look. They were hand-carved, the design of the dual sides of drama on either door; one the smiling face of comedy, the other weeping in tragedy.

“Where are we?” her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Neither of the nurses answered. Irma knocked.

“Hey, doc,” Irma called, “Got that new arrival here. One who thinks she’s Wonder Woman.”

“Thank you, Nurse Gallagher,” a voice called back, “Bring her in, please.”

Irma opened the doors and Bailee pushed the gurney through.

Inside was a large, comfortable study looking like it should belong to the dean of an ivy league medical college; full bookcases, glass cabinets locked full of drugs, rich carpeting and gold light fixtures. Classical nude paintings hung on the wall next to diagrams of the human brain, a torso statue of a naked, astonished woman next to a diploma.

A statuesque red head leaned against a large desk, flanked by a view of the beautiful grounds outside. Her legs were crossed and covered in dark nylons that led up to a snug red skirt suit, glasses set on the end of her nose that Diana doubted were for anything other than a smart accessory.

“Welcome to Jude’s Ward for the mentally disturbed,” the woman strode towards the captive Wonder Woman, “I’m the owner and head psychiatrist Doctor Elizabeth Leila. Are you feeling all right? Do you remember why you’re here?”

Diana tensed as Leila rested a hand on the end of her gurney, wearing a serpent’s smile.

“I remember you…” the princess narrowed her eyes.

“Oh…” the psychiatrist wiggled Diana’s big toe, “You’re just confused, my dear. It’s all right.”

“I am not,” Diana growled, “Confused.”

Leila smiled, narrowing her eyes.

“Nurse Gallagher, Nurse Thompson,” the doctor said, “You can wait outside. I need to have a little private chat with her. Orient her to her new surroundings, as it were.”

Irma strode towards the doors without a word and Bailee turned to go as well.

“Are you sure You don’t want me to give her something to calm her down?” Bailee asked brightly, “Just a little something?”

“I’d like to talk to her openly for now,” Leila smiled, “Get an honest idea of her… perceptions. There will be plenty of time later.”

Bailee pouted in Wonder Woman’s direction, then gave her a longing look as she left.

After the doors closed behind her, Leila strode around the gurney towards Diana’s shoulder, letting her finger trace along the railing.

“Bailee is already quite taken with you, Wonder Woman,” the doctor smiled down at her, “She had a promising career as a nurse anesthetist before she was caught unnecessarily dosing her patients. Perfect for my purposes, though.”

Wonder Woman pulled at her bonds. She knew evil when she saw it.

“So, you know who I am,” Diana glared.

“Certainly. The staff doesn’t, of course, but the wonderful thing about having a prisoner in a ‘nut house’, is no one believes anything they say.”

“Why?” the beautiful amazon asked, “Why a place for the mentally infirm? What do you do here?”

“Why, where else could I take someone against their will without anyone blinking an eye?” The doctor smiled at the question, “As for the what, brainwashing would be one way to put it, though I think it’s inadequate to describe the art of my process. I take in poor, twisted minds and bend them straight. Of course, I also take on… commissions. If someone with the means wants someone else to forget something they saw, change their mind on an issue, even completely alter their personality, I see to it they’re brought here and corrected.”

“That’s why I saw you at the crime scene…”

“The alleged crime scene, you mean,” Leila leaned closer, “No one’s actually reported a kidnapping. And they won’t. After a few more days in my ward, that missing scientist will be right back where he was with a fond memory of having a wild hair and going on a vacation. The investigation will end there and I’ll have another satisfied customer.”

“You’re wrong,” Wonder Woman’s lip screwed up in defiance, “The IADC is onto you. And when I show them what you’re doing here…”

“I don’t think I need to worry about you showing anyone anything, Wonder Woman,” Leila reached for her.

Diana tensed in her bonds, trying to shrink away from the doctor’s grasp, but the doctor reached under her hair, then slipped off the golden tiara.

Leila admired the amazon artifact’s perfection while Wonder Woman jerked at her bonds in frustration. The gold gleamed like a mirror, the red star in the center shining like the clearest ruby.

“We go beyond brainwashing here,” the doctor turned the tiara in the light, “We rebuild. We’ve reengineered the minds of politicians, judges, policemen, scientists… but you, Wonder Woman, will be my coup de grace. My masterpiece.”

“Your pride will be your downfall,” Diana gave a final jerk at her restraints, “You’ll find my mind isn’t so easily broken.”

“Who’s being prideful now, Wonder Woman?”  

While Leila set the tiara down on her desk, Diana quickly scoured the room for an escape. There were bars on the windows but the doctor probably had keys in this room; she’d be too high on power not to have that kind of control. If she could find them—

Her thoughts changed focus when she noticed something. Her golden belt, the source of her strength, was set inside a glass display case next to an antique microscope.

“Still, I encourage you to be defiant,” Leila was saying, “That’s why I’m taking the time to explain this to you. I want you to prepare yourself, struggle with all your super heroic might against my methods. Once the mighty Wonder Woman is broken, I’ll know my process will work on anyone.”

Diana quickly looked back at the doctor, pretending she hadn’t noticed the belt.

Leila was pushing the strap up off the princess’s wrist so she could access the silver bracer there.

“These will make excellent trophies,” she smiled at Diana as she worked it off, “As will you. Honestly, I still haven’t decided what I’m going to do with the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Wonder Woman glared as Leila set the bracer down and walked around the gurney for the other.

“Right now, I’m just thinking about that moment,” Leila worked up the leather strap, “When you’re kneeling in this office, hollowed out and begging my favor, remembering how confident and defiant you were. And you realize I owned you the second you were brought into my care…”

The strap was loosened, but this time Wonder Woman snatched the doctor’s wrist and gripped it tight, sea blue eyes boring into Leila’s pale green’s. Even without her powers, the princess of the amazons was very strong and athletic; Leila didn’t even try to pull free.

“I will not be owned, not by man or woman,” Diana’s pretty features were as smooth and hard as polished marble, “You have the gift of intelligence and you use it to force your will upon others, just like any bully. In the end, that is all you are. And I will stop you.”

Leila narrowed her eyes and for a moment heroic amazon and evil doctor locked gazes.

“May the best woman win, then,” The doctor grinned.

She looked down at Diana’s grip on her wrist.

“Nurse Thompson, Nurse Gallagher, you can come back in now!”

There was barely a moment’s pause before an eagerly smiling Bailee pushed back through the doors, followed a few seconds later by Irma. Bailee gasped upon seeing Diana’s hold on the doctor’s wrist.

“I’m afraid the poor thing got herself a bit excited,” Leila pouted a sad bottom lip, “Nurse Thompson, would you…?”

But Bailee already had the syringe out of her pocket and was advancing on the gurney with an eager grin.

“Now now, duckling. You’re being naughty,” Bailee popped off the cap and flicked away air bubbles, “This will help…”

Diana shifted nervously as she watched the nurse squirt a bit of fluid out the top of the needle.

“Bailee,” she said, “Listen to me. You’re being used. Get my belt—the golden belt in the display case! I can help you!”

“Hush now,” Bailee smiled sweetly, “This won’t hurt and afterwards all your bad feelings will melt away.”

She lowered the needle to Diana’s neck, but the princess shrugged her shoulder to her ear.

“Please, listen to me!” Diana cried.

With a well-practiced flick of the wrist, Bailee plunged the needle into her shoulder and pushed the plunger down. Before Diana could do anything but stiffen with surprise, the nurse had almost completed the injection.

“There, see?” Bailee smiled, “Almost done.”

Diana’s blue eyes were wide with fear as she felt the cool drug entering her system.

As Bailee finished the injection, Irma leaned over the gurney to smirk at their patient.

“Not off to a good start, looney tune,” Irma sneered.

Diana was already starting to feel dizzy by the time Bailee slipped the needle out, a strange taste in her mouth.

“No…” her brow pinched tight, trying to fight the drug, “I’m not crazy. You have to listen!”

“Shhhh…” Bailee stroked her cheek.

Diana’s eyelashes fluttered at the sensation. The backs of the nurse’s fingers glided down her cheek, the feeling somehow deep. She knew it was the drug but it made it hard to focus on other things…

“I… I AM Wonder Woman!” Diana’s breasts heaved with desperation, “She’s… she’s lied to you…”

Wonder Woman tried to struggle in her bonds, pulling at the restraints on her wrists, then bowed up against the straps on her chest. The restraints creaked a bit but held firm.

As Diana bucked and tried to free herself, her three captors just smiled down at her, Bailee nodding empathetically while Leila and Irma wore cruel smirks.

“We understand,” Bailee smoothed Diana’s hair back over her brow, “We understand you’re upset. Just rest, okay? Don’t worry about it for a little while…”

Things were starting to get fuzzy, both in her vision and in her thoughts. Her breasts were heaving and upset, but she was finding it difficult to remember what she was upset about. She was in a comfortable bed, this nice, smiling woman was petting her head and speaking softly…

“Nooo…” Diana moaned, her terrified expression softening as it got harder to think, “I’m… you… you need to listen…”

“We’re listening, sweetie,” Bailee combed her nails through Diana’s rich black hair, “Just rest. It’s all right…”

Rest sounded very nice. She was so comfortable and the feeling of being touched was profoundly pleasant. She had no reason to be upset. Everything felt wonderful.

The ragged billowing of Diana’s chest evened out, deep and slow, her eyelids drooping.

As her grip relaxed, Leila patted her hand fondly before slipping free of Wonder Woman’s grip and working the bracer off. It was much easier without Diana resisting.

For an instant, Diana felt a faint pang of fear, knowing something was wrong but it all being so far away, unable to remember.

“I…” Diana whimpered.

As Leila slipped the bracelet off, Diana’s eyes closed and she rested.

“There’s a girl…” Bailee stroked her hair.

The doctor strode back to her desk and set the bracelet down next to the other and Diana’s tiara.

“Multiple personalities and psychotic delusions. And that’s just from my initial examination,” Doctor Leila shook her head sadly, “It’s going to take a lot of work to fix everything wrong with this one. Can I count on your personal attention on this case, Nurse Thompson?”

Bailee smiled warmly and stroked the sleeping amazon’s cheek with her thumb. Diana was as pristine and smooth as a young girl with doey eyes, her full lips pouting to look even more innocent as she slept, yet she had strong cheek bones, a crisp jawline framed by her raven hair. The immaculate blend of honest innocence and powerful confidence gave her a preternatural, angelic beauty Bailee had never seen before. She could almost believe this was Wonder Woman…

“Certainly, doctor,” Bailee never took her eyes off Diana’s sleeping face, “I’ll take extra care with her.”

“See that you do,” the doctor glanced between the two nurses, “See that you both do. She may look like an angel, but she’s quite dangerous. Remember to give her something before you move her anywhere and it goes without saying you should be careful about what she tells you. She’s to be considered hostile and will take any opportunity she can to escape and disrupt her treatment.”

Irma crossed her arms confidently while Bailee nodded along, admiring the faint groove along Diana’s cheek bone.

“We got it, doc,” the larger nurse sniffed, “If ‘Wonder Woman’ even sneezes, we’ll put her in la la land for a week.”

“Good,” Leila smiled, “I’m going to oversee her treatment personally, so I expect your best work. Clean her up and put her to bed for now. I’ll check on her in a few hours to begin the process.”

The nurses turned the gurney around then pushed it towards the doors, Irma leading again while Bailee pushed.

“Oh,” the doctor called out before they left, “And send her costume back to my office. I’ll… hold onto it for her.”

---

Diana wasn’t quite unconscious; it all felt like a dream. Lights floating passed her, hearing sounds and voices from far away. Someone was stroking her, but while she felt it and enjoyed it, it somehow felt like it was happening to someone else.

The gurney clattered over a seam in the tile and the captive superheroine found herself in a slightly dimmer room. She couldn’t make out a lot because her vision was still fuzzy, but it looked lime green and there were shiny metal things hanging from the walls.

“What did you give her?” a gruff voice asked.

“I call it Sugar Plum Delight,” someone stroked her hair, “She’s enjoying a sweet fugue state, everything feeling delicious and sounding harmonious. It’s like a liquid day dream.”

That someone, Diana recognized blonde hair and a cheery face, leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. It felt warm and wet and nice. She smiled sleepily.

“Whatever,” the other said, “I mean, is she going to give us trouble?”

“No no,” there was a giggle, “She’ll be nice and dreamy for a few more hours at least.”

“All right. You get that side I’ll get this side.”

Diana watched the funny way the green ceiling above her swirled and shifted into different shapes while her ankles and wrists were unbuckled, the straps across her body loosened. She was sat up and the world did a twirly thing around her head.

“Let’s stand up, duckling…” the blonde smiled at her, “You’re going to be a little dizzy, but I’ve got you.”

Her legs were swung around off the bed and then Diana was drawn to stand, stumbling into the welcoming arms of the blonde nurse.

“There,” she pressed her cheek close, whispering into Diana’s ear, “You’re just my happy little sleepy girl, aren’t you? Nothing complicated in that pretty head, just giggles and sweets and rainbows. So much nicer this way, hm? I bet you want to stay like this forever and ever…”

A hand smoothed over Diana’s bare shoulders and another down her waist, Diana wearing a dim, happy smile. Sweets and rainbows… gentle touching, soft words… no troubles at all…

The hand traced a tingling trail down her back, feeling the silky softness of the satin briefs over the firm swell of her bottom. The fingers explored, fanning out to gently mold as much of the cheek as they could, then drifted to feel how it rounded, became the bare skin of her hip.

“Nhh…” Diana mewled, shifting her hips at the tantalizing feeling and was rewarded with several warm kisses to her neck and cheek.

“Just my sweet baby girl…” words whispered against her neck between kisses, “That’s all you are now… no ambitions, no pride, no worries… I took them all away… and if you’re a good girl…”

The other one loudly cleared her throat.

The woman holding Diana gave her a last kiss, then sighed deeply.

“Here we go, sweetie,” the woman turned Diana and began walking her, “Let’s go over here and get this icky costume off.”

Diana found walking a difficult task and leaned into the nice woman, letting her head rest on her shoulder while the woman held her around the waist. They walked towards the bigger woman with the dark hair.

“Come on, moonbat,” the big woman smirked, “Time to take your nutty outfit off and get you scrubbed down.”

The women steadied Diana between them and once they saw she could keep her balance, they got to work.

“She has the sexiest body, don’t you think?” the nice woman said as she undid the catches on Diana’s bustier, “Nice shoulders but nice hips too. She’s got that athletic firmness, but not all chiseled like a muscle man. And her skin is soooooooo soft…”

While Diana let her head hang towards her shoulder and tried to doze, her bustier opened and was then slipped off.

The big woman snorted, “Fake boobs, though.”

“Are they?” the other leaned over Diana’s shoulder to look.

“Totally. Real tits don’t get that shape when they’re that size.” Diana’s eyelashes fluttered when the woman pulled on her nipple then let it pop back, “They look like freaking grapefruit!”

Hands snuck under her arms, cupping Diana’s breasts and hefting them to test their weight.

“I don’t kno-ow…” the nice woman sang in her ear, “They feel pretty real to me…”

The hands gave a cautious squeeze and Diana made a small sound. The nice woman was standing very close behind her so Diana let her head rest back against her shoulder and sighed.

“No way,” the woman in front gave one of her breasts a poke, “This psycho paid good money for those things. She’s probably a stripper who got a little too into her roleplaying.”

“Hmmm…” the nice woman purred thoughtfully, feeling around on the sensitive orbs and occasionally squeezing. After a moment she turned to the side and gave Diana’s neck a warm lick, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Mmm…” Diana sighed and squirmed a bit.

“I don’t feel any scars,” the woman spoke softly, “No nips or tucks… no funny little packs of jelly…”

There was a moment of silence and Diana slumped a bit further into the woman’s arms. It was so much easier than standing.

“You always take forever with everything,” the bigger woman growled, “You know that? If I was with someone else right now, we’d already have this ding bat washed and halfway to her room.”

“I enjoy my work,” Diana was kissed on the neck again, fingers pinching a nipple, “You really should take more joy in it, Irma. We’re going to decide everything for this sweet girl! When she eats, when she rests, when she gets to go for a walk, what she feels and even what she thinks! We’re like goddesses to her! Doesn’t that kind of control just… doesn’t it drive you crazy?”

There was a snort in response, then Diana’s briefs were being wiggled down, her hips shimmied side to side.

“Sometimes I think you should be in one of these rooms, Bailee.”

“Maybe I was…” There was a giggle in response.

The satin briefs slipped down to her ankles and Diana was helped to step out of them before the nice woman put her at arms-length again and made her stand.

“What kinda panties are those…?” the bigger woman grunted at Diana’s classical Greek underwear.

“The kind Wonder Woman would wear, I’d expect,” the other woman cheerily plucked at the satin string around Diana’s hips, “The girl definitely did her research.”

The underwear were untied and slipped off. Diana shivered a bit from the draft, but then received a warm pat on her bottom to guide her forward.

“Good butt too,” her rump received another pat as she walked, “All round, but, like, dancer or athletic type.”

“Jesus, Bailee…”

Diana was stopped in front of one of the metal things on the wall, letting her head droop when she was allowed just to stand again. She really just wanted to lie back down.

A moment later cold water hissed down on her and Diana started, blinking a bit more awake. Icy cold streamed down her chest, making her nipples prick and even making her suck in a breath.

“All the way in, girlie,” the big woman took her by the arm and drew her forward.

The water hit her in the face, making her close her eyes. The cold was gripping her tight, she was shivering, but in Diana’s far away state of mind it took her a moment to realize it was unpleasant.

“Get your hair wet, sweetie.”

The nice woman made her bow her head forward and the cold water flattened her hair down, soaking through and running down her back. She could feel it making a path between her shoulder blades, down the groove between the muscles of her back.

“Goodness, that water is freezing! Give her some hot too, Irma!”

“Why? This isn’t spa time.”

“Because cold water constricts the blood vessels! The drug is in her blood vessels! We want open blood vessels!”

There was a moment of grumbling.

The icy stream running over her became deliciously warm and Diana basked in it, the stiffness in her body melting away as her shivering stopped. She let her hips sway as she was guided back so the water flowed down her chest, creating a thin skin of warmth over her breasts, the grooves of her abdominals. They turned her around to get her back done as well.

After that it was just a confusing haze of pleasant feelings. The water stopped and cloths massaged slick soap over every part of her body, polishing and exploring. There were a few soft words that Diana liked, fingers working through her hair with more soap. The water came back with its glorious warmth and washed the soap away, ran through her hair, down her back…

Once the water was done, Diana was scrubbed with towels and dressed in a gray tank top and sweat shorts, then was settled comfortably back into the gurney. She didn’t mind being strapped down again, as the nice woman cooed and stroked her while she did it, then she was taken to a bed in a new room and settled down. An IV was put in her arm and she slipped into warm darkness with a kiss to her forehead.

---

Days passed and when Diana was lucid, she was becoming desperate.

After waking up strapped to a cot in a small white room, Irma had explained the rules. She would stay in her bed unless she was being given treatments. She would eat what she was fed and she would sleep when she was told. Any threatening expression, word, or even touching anyone would result in being sedated. Bailee had a passion for sedating her and spent most of her time drugged. She hadn’t seen the sky since she’d been here; she had no idea how long it had been.

She was heavily drugged and disoriented during her treatment sessions; she could only cobble together scattered memories of them. She was seated and forced to stare at a screen then there were images and sounds, words she couldn’t put her finger on. Feelings shocked through her relating to things she saw, words, her own voice, questions, answers, a cascade of emotions she couldn’t bear. It was all too much to focus on and inevitably left her exhausted, unsure of what was real and what wasn’t, where she was, even her own name.

Her head was left aching after the sessions and Bailee always came to visit her, which invariably meant drugging her. Diana had resisted and protested at first, but more and more she found herself longing for those visits, the soft words and touches, the warm glow the drugs gave her. It frightened her how much she was beginning to look forward to those visits.

The original plan had been to play along, lull her captors into a false sense of security and wait for her moment. Now she didn’t think that was an option. More and more she’d begun to wonder if maybe she’d been prideful, that maybe the greatest thing she could do would be to admit she was wrong and beg the doctor’s forgiveness. Those thoughts snuck up on her like a devil had whispered them into her ear and they were becoming frequent. It was getting harder to remind herself of her ideals, what she stood for, even who she was.

She had to get out of here and soon.

Unfortunately, there was never a chance. The heavy steel door to her room was locked from the outside and the only time it was opened was for her to be tended to, fed, or taken for treatments. Irma and Bailee always came as a pair, one of them giving her a fresh dose of drugs while the other simply watched her in case she tried something. Drugged and weakened as she was, Diana doubted she could fight them both off at once, especially not without sounding an alarm.

But then, an opportunity came.

Her door clacked open and when Diana turned to look she saw Irma’s surly face… but not Bailee.

The big nurse swaggered in with her usual glare, syringe and vial held in one hand, closing the door behind her.

“Time for another session, looney tune,” she grunted, “And now that it’s just me, we’re going to get this done quick and clean.”

Diana shifted in her bonds, grasping the strap across her tummy as Irma moved to her IV drip.

“Irma,” she made her voice as clear as she could, though it was hoarse and weak, “There’s still… a chance for you. I know you’re just doing your job…”

“Whatever, ‘Wonder Woman’,” Irma popped the cap off the syringe and began filling it with the vial.

“Please, Irma,” Diana tried again, “There’s no reason it has… has to happen like this. Sister, please listen to me.”

“God, you’re annoying,” Irma growled, “Every time I come in here, you’re trying to give me a lesson about right and wrong. Well, guess what, ‘sister’: this is happening. And the sooner we get started, the sooner—”

Irma had just slipped the needle into the IV’s input port, when the strap Diana had secretly worked free swung in a wide loop. The heavy buckle curled around and bashed the nurse across the side of the head.

“Unh--!” she staggered and banged into the bed before falling on her face.

Diana lunged for the restraint on her opposite arm and began undoing the buckle. She had loosened one restraint enough that she could slip her wrist free, while leaving it so she could quickly put it back in if they came for her; she hadn’t dared to do it with both, fearing she’d be caught. Now she had to get free quickly, as Irma was already groaning and starting to move.

Her fingers were clumsy and her vision kept blurring, but she worked feverishly, finally yanking her wrist free as Irma began to rise. The big woman got up to all fours but then slipped back down, moving stiffly and clumsily. Diana knew the effects: Irma’s body had a received a nervous shock and wasn’t responding to commands, like the line between her mind and body had short circuited. It was disorienting but it would pass in seconds.

Diana’s head spun as she sat up, but she ignored it and plucked the IV free then grasped the buckle for the next strap.

“Yer… yer little…” Irma slurred.

That strap came free and Diana left the next one to move to her ankles, fingers fumbling and seeing double for a moment.

“Do… that to me…!?” the big woman got to her hands and knees again, “You… crazy little barbie doll!”

Diana pulled her other ankle free, slipped out from under the last strap and shoved herself off the bed. Unfortunately, a wave of dizziness hit her and she immediately lost her balance, having to grab the edge of the bedframe.

Irma grabbed at her ankle and pulled. She went down, landing hard on her shoulder.

“You think… you’ve had it rough now?!” Irma crawled toward her, grabbing higher on her leg to reel her in, “After this… we’re going to fry that fruity brain of yours!”

Diana planted a foot into Irma’s shoulder and shoved herself away, scrabbling across the floor. Irma wasn’t trained but she was strong, Diana still weak and dizzy from being drugged. If the nurse managed to get on top of her, it would be over.

“You won’t have to worry about drugs this session,” Irma climbed to her feet, “I’ll beat the stuffing out of your pretty little head!”

Diana got to the item she was reaching for and started to get up. She rose to a knee before Irma grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back.

“NHH!” she gritted her teeth but kept from crying out, glaring fiercely up at the sneering nurse.

“I’m going to mess…” Irma balled up a fist, “That pretty face—ah!”

Stiffening, Irma blinked a moment.

In Diana’s fist was the fallen syringe full of sedative. The needle had been plunged into Irma’s thigh, the plunger pushed all the way down.

Irma stared, dumbstruck.

“I offered… you the choice, sister…” Diana panted.

The nurse sucked in a sharp breath, the whites of her eyes showing around the dark pupils.

Irma turned and fled towards the door, staggering and already panting from the effects of the drug. She only made it a few steps, limping with the needle still in her thigh, before she began tottering to the side. The nurse fell to her knees with a terrified gasp.

Grunting, Diana swayed a bit herself as she got to her feet, having to pause to catch her balance. The room still felt like it was at sea, the walls shifting and swirling if she looked at them for too long.

“Help…” Irma rasped, crawling towards the door, “Help… she’s…”

As Diana advanced on the fallen woman, she gave up trying to crawl and rolled onto her back. She lay there, eyes heavy but still gasping in fear while Diana approached.

“D… don’t…” the cruel nurse whimpered.

For a moment Diana glared down at her.

“You are a coward at heart, Irma. A bully… if our positions were exchanged, I know you wouldn’t show me any mercy.”

Irma’s eyes were drooping, but her lips still moved as she tried to beg.

Diana knelt beside her.

“You deserve to be punished for your sadism,” Diana pulled the syringe from the nurse’s thigh, “But I am not you. I won’t harm you while you’re helpless.”

Irma let out a final whimper before her eyes closed.

“Justice will find you soon enough.”

Diana took the keys from the band at Irma’s belt.

---

The part of the ward Diana had seen was nothing but long hallways filled with those metal doors, looking the same in either direction when she exited her room. She had a preternatural sense of direction, but even the princess of the amazons wouldn’t be able to find her way out of this place with ease.

Fortunately, she wasn’t looking for the exit.

Diana had to occasionally lean against the wall as she hurried down the hallway, her head still spinning. She was so tired. It would be so much easier to just lie down. Maybe if she went back into her room and lied in bed, she could pretend like Irma had just fallen down and then…

She shook the thought away and forced herself onwards, her heart pounding.

The rooms she passed were silent, no one inside crying out for help or trying to escape. The hallway itself was utterly quiet but for the patting of her bare feet on the tile, her soft panting. Either the rooms were empty or everyone inside was quite happy to be here, feeling that wonderful drugged glow and resting in the soft bed. Being taken care of and not having to worry about anything at all.

Diana sighed wistfully at the thought. No worries at all. Not having to run or fight or have any weight of responsibility.

No!

Diana shook her head, her lips pinching into a determined line.

No one deserved this sort of treatment and no one should be allowed this sort of control over another person. She was Wonder Woman and she would put a stop to the evil of this place if she had to tear it down brick by brick!

It wasn’t long before Diana reached the dark wooden doors of Doctor Leila’s office.

One after the other she tried Irma’s keys on the door. She didn’t know if the office keys were in Irma’s possession and it didn’t seem logical that a nurse would have keys to the head doctor’s chambers. It was desperate, but this was her only chance.

Her prayers were answered when she slipped a key into the lock and it turned with a clack.

“Thank you, Hera…” she whispered.

The office was dark when she stepped inside, the fluorescent lights of the hallway casting shadows on the features of marble busts, gleaming off the golden frames of awards and diplomas. Diana’s eyes were drawn to a statue in a display case. She remembered it from her first trip to the office: the torso of a naked woman, arched in ecstasy, her lovely face astonished with terror or passion.

The difference was now the statue wore her costume.

Diana stared for a second in shock, before closing the door behind her and finding a light.

The statue took pride of place in the room, the red and gold bustier fitted over the naked woman’s chest, the star-spangled briefs snug on her hips, the gasping face even wearing Diana’s golden tiara. The statue didn’t have arms and her bracelets were resting beside it on a podium, but what was really of interest to Diana was the golden belt around the statue’s waist. All she had to do was touch it and her strength would return.

Diana examined the glass. It was thick, probably reinforced. She would have difficulty breaking it, but maybe if she found the keys…

“So near, yet so far…”

Black hair whipped over Diana’s shoulder as she whirled to face the voice.

Doctor Leila sat in the corner of her office, legs crossed and smiling. On the desk beside her sat a loaded injector gun and the gleaming loops of the lasso of truth.

“This artifact of yours is quite a boon to psychiatric therapy, you know,” Leila ran her fingers along the golden fibers, “An implement that not only compels someone to speak the truth but can also control actions. And you use it to tie up criminals.”

Diana blinked hard to collect herself, looking around cautiously. She didn’t see anyone, but from her experience that didn’t mean anything. What she knew was…

“This was a trap,” the amazon said slowly, “The keys… you wanted me to come here.”

“There’s no traps in therapy, Wonder Woman,” Leila replied, “This was a test. For you and for Irma as well. Seeing that you’ve broken into my office, I believe you’ve both failed.”

Diana fell back a step when the doctor grasped the injector gun and rose from her seat. It looked like a hot glue gun, but with a small gas cylinder above the grip that would shoot its payload almost instantaneously into the intended victim.

“You have perverted wisdom and knowledge into something evil,” Diana let her eyes flick about for a weapon, “I haven’t failed. And I won’t. I’m going to put a stop to this.”

“That’s interesting,” Leila advanced, “You’re not going to tell me I can still make this right? Perhaps offer me a second chance?”

Diana took another step back then grabbed a small bust of Freud off its pedestal, holding it like a club.

“If I did, would you take it?”

Leila laughed.

“That’s good, Wonder Woman. You’re certainly clever. I’ll give YOU a second chance, then. Go to your room and lie back down in bed. We’ll forget this entire business happened,” she grinned, “I’ll even let you have chocolate pudding with your lunch tomorrow. For being a good girl and having your first breakthrough.”

Diana glared at her.

“Would it be so unthinkable?” Leila arched an eyebrow, “I know that you must be tired… so tired of upholding ideals, of constantly struggling, being a beacon to everyone without being anything for yourself.”

“Just because…” the princess swallowed, “Just because I’m sometimes tired doesn’t mean I should let go of what I believe.”

“You are a human woman, not a personification of beliefs,” Leila took another step closer, “We all need comfort. Rest. To be taken care of at times. Even you…”

Diana’s eyelashes fluttered. Being taken care of… Comfort…

“No one is indestructible,” the doctor’s voice was gentle and lulling, “We all need to surrender at times. Lay down our burdens.”

Laying down her burden. It would be so nice to rest, let others handle things. She’d been fighting for so long.

Diana tried to shake the thoughts away, but they pressed. She felt heavy, the room spinning around her. Maybe she should just lie down… just for a minute…

“No…” Diana wavered in place, her shoulders beginning to slump, “I serve… something greater…”

“You will still serve,” Leila grinned, “You’re so beautiful and strong… you will be appreciated as you serve… and there will be no more uncertainty. You will work, eat, rest, exercise, but no more fighting hopeless battles. Just peace. Comfort and pleasure.”

Diana’s eyelids drooped. The bust slipped from her loose fingers and thumped to the floor.

“It’s all right to surrender, princess,” Leila stepped closer, preparing the injector gun, “It’s all right to close your eyes.”

Diana’s weary eyes slipped gratefully shut. She saw a nice warm bed, resting there knowing she’s safe and protected. Serving to her best ability and being rewarded, appreciated, never having to be afraid.

As long as she was obedient. As long as she didn’t resist the doctor’s will. As long as she accepted that she was a slave.

“You’re doing so well,” Leila raised the injector gun to Diana’s shoulder, “You can rest now. Just a little pinch first…”

She placed the injector to the marbled shoulder—then Diana’s hand snatched the doctor’s wrist away. Her blue eyes snapped open and glared with righteous fury.

Leila gaped at her in shock.

“Wh-what?!” Leila squawked, “How?! M-my process!”

“Is potent,” Diana growled, “But not stronger than justice or courage.”

Diana shoved into the evil doctor, Leila crying out in surprise as she was driven back. The princess was still feeling the effects of her drugging, but her anger gave her focus and drive.

Leila wrestled back, grabbing the injector gun with both hands and trying to force it down towards Diana’s chest. Diana twisted at her wrist and the pair struggled, scuffling about on the rich carpeting.

The injection gun went off with a sharp hiss.

Leila gasped.

Diana frowned into the doctor’s eyes, stern but not unsympathetic. She was sorry that it had come to this, but wasn’t sorry that justice was served.

“You’ll be all right, doctor,” Wonder Woman said, “I won’t harm you. You will answer to the… the…”

Diana blinked.

Something was wrong. Her grip on the injector gun was slipping, like the strength was sapping from her arms before her eyes. She tried to redouble her grip, but her arms were numb and not responding, her legs starting to turn to jelly. It was even hard to breathe, to keep her shoulders up.

That couldn’t be! She’d heard the injector go off and… and surely Hera would protect her… why was this happening?

Leila sighed with relief, “There.”

Confused, Diana blinked, trying to hold her head up. She tried to grasp at Leila’s shoulder to balance herself, still staring at the doctor in complete bewilderment.

“Don’t worry,” Leila smiled, “it’s just a muscle relaxant. You’ll be fine.”

“But… b-but…” Diana gasped, “I…”

“Awww…” the doctor pouted her lips in sympathy, “It looks like you’re not the better woman this time. Poor thing.”

Wonder Woman’s grip on Leila’s shoulder slipped and the amazing amazon slowly melted to her knees, her hand sliding down the length of the doctor’s arm. When her bottom finally sank into her heels, Wonder Woman’s arms fell limp, her sea blue eyes staring in shock at Leila’s feet.

“You have a distorted view of reality, Wonder Woman,” Leila glided her fingers through the amazon’s hair, “Did you really think that a strong belief alone can overcome absolutely anything? That’s not how it works, hon.”

Leila cupped and lifted Wonder Woman’s chin to enjoy another look at the amazon’s wide eyed, traumatized expression.

“You’ll learn.”

She let Diana’s head drop, then strode back to her desk to set the injector gun down and pick up the lasso.

Diana wobbled on her knees, breasts heaving as she tried to stay upright. She tried to get her legs under her, to move her arms, do something. Instead she collapsed onto her face with a gasp, knees still tucked underneath her in a way that left her rump pointing toward the ceiling, heart shape showing clearly through the gray sweat shorts.

Leila smiled but didn’t laugh at Diana’s humiliating position as she threaded the rope into a lasso.

“I hope you’ll forgive my shoddy rope work. It’s been a while since I’ve played cowboys and Indians.”

Bending down, the doctor worked the golden rope under Diana’s body, around her biceps and chest in one big loop. Stepping back, she pulled the loop tight and Diana grunted as it squeezed under her breasts.

“N-no…” Diana groaned.

“Oh, yes,”

Taking the lasso in both hands, Leila put a foot into the soft shape of Wonder Woman’s bottom then tugged.

“Unhh… uhhhh…” Diana moaned in discomfort as she was slowly dragged back upright. The rope squeezed up under her breasts, flattening the tank top and making the bulbs show more intently.

Once she was upright, her butt plopped back onto her heels, her head hanging downward.

“While bound in this rope you will obey my commands,” Leila grinned, “Won’t you, Wonder Woman?”

Diana’s eyes widened as the lasso glowed, its divine power coursing through her.

“Y-yes…” the amazon gasped.

“Then answer me this,” Leila choked up a bit more on the rope, lips pursed thoughtfully, “What do I call you? Who are you when you’re not Wonder Woman?”

Diana tried to bite her lip, praying to Hera that the muscle relaxant would keep her from being able to speak… but the lasso compelled her.

“D-Diana Prince,” Wonder Woman whimpered, “I’m an agent… of the IADC.”

“Ahhh…” the doctor nodded to herself, “That makes sense. Good.”

Diana stared wide eyed at the floor. This couldn’t be happening. She had always thought that defeat may find her, but not like this. Not kneeling as a slave before a criminal while she was forced to give up everything she had.

“It’s time for the big one, then,” Leila paused to suck in a breath, “Miss Prince… Wonder Woman… you will stop resisting me.”

Diana stiffened, eyes wide.

“You will cooperate with your treatment,” the doctor continued, “You will be a model patient and put all your energy into serving me.”

Diana’s eyelashes fluttered as the power of the lasso locked the orders in place.

“Do you understand?” Leila cocked her head, “Are you going to obey?”

Diana sagged again as the power fled, leaving behind its commands. Her head hung down and her blue eyes stared sadly at the floor.

Slowly, her lips moved.

“Yes… doctor.”

Leila’s eyes narrowed, wearing a fierce, triumphant grin.

“Good. You’ve had quite a breakthrough, Miss Prince. Let’s get you back to your room…”

---

Sometime later, Doctor Elizabeth Leila received another knock at her door.

“Doctor?” Bailee called, “Sorry to disturb you, but my poppet has something important she wants to tell you.”

“Do come in, then.”

Leila lowered her book and set it on her desk as the door opened and Bailee stepped in leading the former Wonder Woman by the hand.

Diana was obviously uncomfortable as Bailee led her towards the doctor’s desk. She kept looking to the cheery nurse with big, frightened eyes, drawing closer to her as if for protection. The amazon princess was unbound and had been for weeks now, not a danger to anyone any more.

Anyone who saw Diana now would notice the change. She was as beautiful as ever, exercised and kept firm and healthy, but her posture was no longer proud. Her head was bowed, blue eyes cast downwards and shoulders turned in, her gaze nervous and careful of offending. It was strange to see such a firm, gorgeous woman so uncertain and starved for approval. Leila was very proud of that.

“Come on, sweetie…” Bailee slipped an arm around the nervous brunette’s waist, “Don’t be silly, now. The doctor won’t hurt you and you wanted to tell her what you told me…”

Diana looked up at Leila, then looked down again like a shy child, but she let herself be walked closer. Her nurse smoothed a hand around on her bottom as if it comforted her, then stopped in front of the desk.

Bailee patted that bottom, “Kneel, poppet…”

Diana looked more comfortable doing that, sinking to her knees like it was something she’d done often. Her nurse stroked her dark hair as she knelt there, still too bashful to lift her eyes.

“Go on…” Bailee coaxed.

Leila smiled magnanimously as those big blue eyes looked up at her, worried and hopeful.

“I… wanted to say…” Diana said softly, “That I’m sorry for resisting my treatment. You… were right and… and I should have behaved myself.”

“Like a good girl,” Bailee added.

“Like a good girl. I should have behaved myself from the very beginning. You were only doing what was best for me.”

“And…?”

“And…” Diana bit her bottom lip, “I promise to be good from now on.”

“Good girl,” Bailee leaned down and kissed the meek woman’s hair.

Leila couldn’t help letting her smile turn a bit smug as she looked over Diana’s head to meet the nurse’s gaze. Bailee smiled back, still stroking her patient’s hair as a reward for behaving.

Diana noticed they seemed to be happy and tentatively smiled as well.

“That’s very good, Diana,” Doctor Leila laced her fingers together, “You’ve come a long way. I think someone might have even earned a slice of chocolate cake tonight with their dinner…”

The former super heroine’s pretty face lit up, and she looked up at Bailee, as if checking that she heard.

“Has she had any medicine today, nurse Thompson?” Leila arched an eyebrow.

Now it was Bailee’s turn to brighten, “No, she hasn’t!” she turned to Diana, “Would you like Sugar Plum Delight or maybe Emerald City Sigh?”

“Sugar Plum Delight is my favorite…” Diana smiled, offering her arm.

Leila watched as Bailee withdrew a syringe, filled it, then flicked out air bubbles, Wonder Woman smiling and holding up her arm as she waited. She never lost that hopeful, adoring look she saved for her nurse as the needle slipped in and she was drugged.

“Mmmm…” Diana’s eyelashes fluttered and her smile broadened as the drug began its work.

Bailee knelt down and drew the drugged woman up with her, pulling her close with a wild grin as she saw Diana’s eyes began to fog. The sleepy, raven haired amazon wore a dopey smile as Bailee groped over her back and down her rump. The princess of Paradise Island didn’t even flinch when Bailee pulled her sweat shorts down in the back so her bare, plush butt could be squeezed and enjoyed.

“Just my sweet little girl…” Bailee was almost panting with excitement, “That’s all you are, aren’t you? All mine…”

Diana sighed happily as Bailee nuzzled into her neck, kissing her feverishly, her strong body becoming limp and floppy as she let her nurse take control of her.

Leila watched for a few moments with smile.

“Ahem…”

Bailee started when the doctor cleared her throat, looking towards her with wide eyes.

“Nurse Thompson,” Leila said, “As much as I enjoy your passion for your work, would you mind taking her… treatment elsewhere?”

Diana was resting her head against Bailee’s shoulder, leaning into her and occasionally purring, but the nurse was aware of her surroundings enough to blush. She quickly tugged the dopey amazon’s shorts back up, hiding the cheeks and the shadowy groove between them.

“Yes!” the nurse giggled, “Sorry, doctor. I’ll… see to her…”

Bending down, she scooped Diana up under the legs, picking her up into a cradle to carry her out of the room.

“I think it’s time for another bath…” Leila heard Bailee say before the door was closed behind her.

Leila smiled and regarded the statue wearing Wonder Woman’s artifacts, the favorites of her collection. She could possibly sell the princess to someone, but for now having a tame Wonder Woman was such a boon in itself it didn’t make sense to try.

In any case, she could rest on her laurels for a bit. The IADC investigation had broken down before they even confirmed people were being kidnapped. She was completely in the clear.

Now that Wonder Woman was an asset rather than a hindrance, who knows what doors would open for her…