The magical assault peaked instantly, driving a vicious spike of pure, unadulterated agony and corrupted lust straight into her brain.
Diana's eyes rolled back into her skull, and a piercing, throat-tearing scream ripped from her lips. She completely lost control of her flight. Her thick, muscular thighs went completely limp, her heavy breasts bouncing violently as she plummeted from the sky like a shot-down star. Below lay a dense primeval forest, its thick canopy spread out like a giant net, but it offered absolutely zero cushion for a demigod in freefall.
CRASH—!
She slammed brutally into the forest floor, the sheer impact sending a shockwave of dirt and shredded leaves into the air. Every cell in her invincible body screamed in protest, but the physical trauma of the crash paled in comparison to the immense, mind-melting violation inflicted by the golden crown fused to her skull.
Lying flat on her back in the dirt, she was entirely paralyzed. Her vision was a blurred haze of pain and forced, throbbing arousal. She could feel her pussy weeping, slicking her panties with hot, unwanted juices as the tiara ruthlessly stimulated her nervous system.
Then, just as suddenly, the agonizing grip began to slowly subside.
But this time, Diana didn't immediately scramble to her feet. She lay there in the damp earth, gazing up at the slivers of sky through the canopy, her azure eyes wide with terror and unease. Her chest heaved, her armor stained with dirt and sweat.
'What is happening to me?' she asked herself silently, her heart hammering against her ribs. 'I need to find the source. Whoever corrupted my tiara, I will tear them apart.'
She knew she couldn't stay exposed in the dirt. She needed to get out of this forest and regroup. Taking a deep, ragged breath, she forced her trembling, highly sensitive body to stand, her wet thighs rubbing together uncomfortably. But an alarm bell was already ringing in her soul—she knew this violation was only the beginning.
She had barely straightened her spine when the golden crown sensed her defiance. It immediately shrank again, completely devoid of mercy.
"No... ahhh! It can't be!" she shrieked aloud.
A fresh wave of torment shot through her body like a lightning bolt of pure, liquid fire. There was no slow build-up this time; the pain and the degrading lust only multiplied. Her legs gave out completely. She collapsed back to the ground, writhing and twisting in the dirt as if she were being fucked by a phantom hammer. Her hands flew to her head, desperately clawing at the metal to alleviate the unbearable pressure, but it was useless.
Heavy beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, forming a small, salty stream that flowed down her pale, flawless face and soaked into the dead leaves beneath her. Her muscular body writhed obscenely, her hips bucking upward in uncontrolled, electrocuted spasms. Thick blue veins bulged against her porcelain skin, highlighting the immense pressure she was enduring.
Time seemed to freeze. For Diana, every agonizing second trapped in this forced submission felt like an eternity. She no longer had the strength to formulate a battle plan; she was beginning to doubt if her mind would even survive. The surrounding forest fell dead silent, the animals fleeing from the oppressive, heavy aura of a dying, desperate god.
As her consciousness began to blur, teetering on the edge of a forced, mind-breaking orgasm, a terrifying new sensation washed over her.
Her divine armor began to betray her.
The iconic, flexible red-and-gold bustier forged by Vulcan began to undergo a sinister, impossible transformation. Diana first felt a subtle, rigid tightening around her midsection, as if an invisible, metal hand was slowly strangling her abdomen. Her brow furrowed in absolute horror.
Then, the corruption accelerated.
The magical metal lost all of its elasticity. It turned into rigid, unyielding steel, reshaping and twisting itself into a hyper-restrictive, degrading bondage corset. Diana gasped as the metal cinched inward with the force of an industrial vice.
Her incredibly strong, flat abdominal muscles were brutally crushed inward. The metal squeezed tighter and tighter, cramming her organs into an ever-shrinking space. The horrific pressure violently pushed her heavy, aching breasts upward, practically spilling them completely out of the newly formed, plunging neckline of the bustier. At the same time, it forced her wide, fertile hips to flare out obscenely.
"Nngh... ahhh... stop... please!" she gasped, her face turning a ghastly pale.
Her waist was being compressed to an absolute, freakish extreme—a degrading, extreme hourglass figure that, for mortal women, could only be achieved through the surgical removal of their lower ribs. Even with her demigod physiology and rapid regeneration, she could not withstand this brutal internal and external crushing.
The metal laced itself tighter, acting like a steel shackle. Her lungs were compressed, leaving her gasping desperately for tiny sips of air. The corset finally locked into place, leaving her with an impossibly thin, wasp-waist that looked utterly unnatural and deeply fetishistic.
Diana lay helpless in the dirt, her massive breasts heaving, her waist crushed to the size of a choker, and her pussy throbbing. Every single breath was pure torment. She was pinned by her own armor, suffocating, and completely at the mercy of whatever dark magic had claimed her body.
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