One of the traders didn't wait for an invitation. He moved behind her, hauling her thighs up with rough hands and driving his thick, hard cock straight into her wet, dripping cunt. Even though her mind was clear, Diana's corrupted body betrayed her; the moment she felt the intrusion, her hips bucked involuntarily, her insides clamping down on the meat with a greedy, practiced rhythm.
A stream of clear arousal fluid gushed from her urethra, mingling with the sweat and filth already coating her thighs.
"Don't just stand there gawking!" the Cult Leader shouted, his own hips slamming into her mouth as he face-fucked her. "Come get a piece of the Guardian! It's not every day you get to break a goddess!"
Diana was a puppet of flesh, trembling in the center of the stage, her tongue lolling out, her limbs loose and pliable. Her lower abdomen bulged rhythmically as the man behind her churned her guts. The traders swarmed her like starving dogs. They grabbed her hands, her feet, her heaving breasts.
Two men knelt at her feet, sliding their erections into the tight spaces between the soles of her boots and her high arches, groaning at the friction of the divine leather and skin. Another man grabbed her left breast, his mouth latching onto the erect nipple. As he sucked, he realized the unnatural elasticity of her body—the nipple duct, stretched by months of monster milking, was loose enough to penetrate.
"Fuck, look at this!" another trader yelled, shoving his friend aside. He pulled out his cock, standing on tiptoe to press the head against her right nipple. With a wet shlurp, the head breached the opening, sliding deep into her mammary gland. He gripped the heavy, milk-filled mound with both hands, stroking the meat of her breast up and down his shaft.
"Ah~ so many cocks~ I love it~" the fake personality moaned, her voice garbled by the Leader's dick in her throat.
At the Leader's command, her hands were forced to stroke two more members, milking them with expert speed. She was completely immobilized, a totem of absolute degeneracy. The men couldn't last long against the overwhelming allure of the Amazon. One by one, they roared and fired. Hot, sticky ropes of semen shot across her face, her chest, and her battle suit.
Semen poured into her breasts, displacing the milk before being squeezed back out in a frothy mix of white and gray. Even the men fucking her feet ejaculated, coating her heels in slime. Finally, the Cult Leader groaned, pumping a massive load down her throat.
"Damn... this bitch is hot," one trader panted, wiping sweat from his forehead. "My kidneys hurt, but I still want to go another round."
"Yeah... let's break her completely."
They chatted vulgarly, their guards down, while Diana knelt in the center of the stage. Her once-gleaming armor was a ruin, torn in places to reveal bruised, semen-slicked skin. She was a mess of fluids—milk, cum, sweat, and piss creating a puddle around her knees.
But as the Cult Leader zipped up his pants, a cold shiver of doubt pricked his spine. Why had he told her everything? Why had he revealed the entire network? He looked at Diana. Her thoughts projected nothing but mindless, slave-like pleasure... just as he had programmed.
And yet... the unease wouldn't leave.
"You..." the Leader stammered, his paranoia taking over. "You lowly slave! Commit suicide! Now!"
"Your Holiness, wait! Don't waste her!" the traders cried out. Even a broken Guardian was worth billions.
But the Leader's mind was made up. He pushed his psychic will into her, demanding she end her life.
Diana moved slowly. She didn't reach for a weapon. Instead, a ball of crackling golden light manifested in her palm.
Zzzzt!
A pulse of electromagnetic magic swept through the room, instantly frying every camera, phone, and server in the building. The recording stopped. Then, a shimmering barrier expanded, sealing the entire warehouse in a magical cage.
Diana stood up.
A stream of semen leaked from her pussy, splashing onto the floor. Her abdomen contracted, pushing out the rest of the leader's filth. But her eyes... her eyes were no longer glazed. They were sharp, cold, and amused.
The disheveled woman walked forward, the aura of power rolling off her so intensely that the naked men scrambled backward, tripping over their own discarded clothes. The traders who had been mocking her seconds ago now wished the floor would swallow them whole.
"Give up," Diana said, her voice echoing with divine authority. "Your parlor tricks have no effect on me."
"Impossible!" The Leader screamed, backing away. "I brainwashed you! I felt it! How did you break free?!"
"Hahahaha!" Diana threw her head back, laughing—a sound that was terrifyingly sane. "It was all an act, little man. I wanted to see who your friends were. And you..." she gestured to the traders who were trying to run for the exits, "don't bother. No one leaves."
After a day of "submission," Diana had analyzed the Leader's magic. It was crude, but effective. Now, she turned it back on them. She wasn't clumsy; her magical reserves were oceanic compared to his. She snapped her fingers, and the bodies of every trader in the room locked up.
They were frozen in place, their minds clear but their limbs obeying only her. They stared in horror as the beautiful, semen-covered monster walked among them. Even the Cult Leader was frozen, his magically enhanced cock now limp and shriveled in fear.
"Not bad," Diana mused, wiping a streak of cum from her cheek. "I didn't expect to catch the whole network in one night. I originally planned to hand you over to the police... but now that you've seen my face? Now that you've touched me?"
She smiled, and it was the smile of a predator looking at a cage of mice.
"I can't let you live. Blame your leader for talking too much."
The traders' eyes darted wildly to their boss, screaming silently with hate. But before they could even beg, Diana waved her hand.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
One by one, the men vanished from the warehouse. They weren't dead—not yet. They had been teleported directly to her underground incubation lab. The monsters there were hungry, and Diana needed test subjects for her new experiments.
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