Regression Crisis Issue Twenty Three (Patreon)

Here's a little Thanksgiving treat-- the latest issue of Regression Crisis early for a change! I know that many of you are going to be very busy with family, travel, dinner etc., but I hope you find a little downtime to enjoy the tale of America's favorite heroine finally getting what she deserves... and if  you enjoy it, I hope you'll take the time to hit the like button and maybe even leave a comment below!

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“Well well,” Wolfe said, gazing down at the vulnerable heroine sprawled out on her hands and knees at his feet. “Look at you... exactly as you were always meant to be.”

     She glared up at him, furious, desperate to lunge at him, to beat him bloody with her bare hands... but it was all she could do to hold herself up on all fours, the mysterious weight that had settled upon her effectively negating her mighty strength. “What... have... you... done... to... me?” she managed to ask at last.

     “I’ve simply produced a field of super-heavy gravity around you-- it increases based on the amount of force you exert, so I would hold my struggling to a minimum if I were you.”

     “It... seems... you’ve... bested... me... most... honourable... lord,” she forced out bitterly, glaring defiantly.  

     “Not quite,” he said, squatting down to get closer to her level. “I hate to see a noble, wise warrior such as yourself to go down without a fair challenge.”

     “Get... to... the... point,” Wonder Woman hissed, sweating at the exertion,  “you... sick...”

     With a predatory smile, he reached into his breast pocket and produced a tiny plastic container. Snapping it open, he removed a small grey capsule that seemed to have tiny flashes of green flickering inside it.

     “This contains a dose of my nanites,” he explained. “Once it’s inside your body, the capsule will take ten minutes to dissolve. After that, there’s a fifty percent chance the nanites will activate inside you. If they don’t activate, I will drop the dome, return your friends to normal, undo all the damage I’ve done so far and surrender myself peacefully to your custody. If it does activate, well...” he trailed off with a chuckle. “I’m sure you can probably guess.”

     Diana glared, but she knew he had her over a barrel. Fighting in her current condition was totally out of the question-- if risking her dignity was the price she had to pay to save not only her comrades, but the women of the world, then she had to do it.

     Still fixing him with her chilliest stare, she opened her mouth by way of a reply, waiting for him to pop the nanites in for her to swallow.

     But he didn’t-- instead, he smiled, as if at some private joke, and rose to a standing position. “Oh, I’m afraid you’ve misunderstood a bit... it isn’t a pill.”

     Diana frowned, trying to figure out what he meant by that. She gave a horrified squeal when he walked out of her sight and swiftly tugged her bloomers down to the top of her thighs, revealing her bare buttocks, the crinkled, delicate anus between them, and her perfectly sculpted pussy to the gathered crowd.

     “EEEEKK!” Diana cried, powerless to do anything but wiggle her butt impotently, “What are you do--?!”

     Her answer came in the form of the rubbery snap of a disposable medical glove being pulled into place. Wonder Woman’s head jerked back, her eyes wide and disbelieving as she peered over her shoulder to see Wolfe bending towards her, the capsule gripped between gloved fingers, grinning. Too late, the amazonian princess realized what his intentions were... but she only had time to emit a single sharp syllable of protest before...

     The tip of the suppository was pressed to the center of the dark, rosy crinkle of her anus, cool and greasy. There was no time to complain or resist before it had been pushed inside her, her butthole stretching easily to accommodate both it and his finger.

     “OoooooOO!” She squealed, filled with new, conflicting sensations as Wolfe’s digit disappeared inside her after the capsule, pushing it further and further into her bowels until the finger vanished from sight as well.

     “Hold still,” he admonished, making sure the suppository was buried as deeply in her bum as possible, pretending not to notice the way his other fingers were brushing against her pussy ever so softly. Diana flushed bright red, particularly when she heard the crowd murmur and titter behind her-- but the sensation of it, though alien to the uptight, prissy heroine, was stirring a shameful passion inside of her. “We want to make sure it’s in there nice and deep,” he explained, pretending he didn’t notice he was gently twisting his digit to and fro as he spoke. “So you don’t try to back out.”

     “Hhhhhuuuuhhh….” she groaned in response, her eyes glazed, the feeling of outrage and anger warring with sexy shame and humiliating arousal inside her. Oh no! She thought when her pussy began growing noticeably moist. She preyed none of the spectators noticed… she was sure Wolfe probably had!

     Then, the finger withdrew, and it was all over except the throbbing tickle in her neither regions-- and the sensation of the suppository deeply wedged into her colon, slowly melting.

     “You’re about a quart low,” Wolfe laughed, pulling the glove off and discarding it in the trash. From her position on the ground, Diana could only shoot him an angry glare… but she found herself grateful to him moments later when he tugged her bloomers up into place over her butt again.

     “So,” he said, setting the alarm on his watch, “Ten minutes starting... now.” The watch beeped affirmatively. “Come along, young lady,” he said, the condescension in his voice making her nostrils flare angrily as she followed slowly on her hands and knees, the increased weight forcing her to move as awkwardly as a baby learning to crawl, following behind him as quickly as she could.

     Taking a seat on a nearby bench, he beckoned her closer, until she was at his feet, gazing up at him like a faithful dog. Diana, her pride bruised and battered, wanted revenge so bad she could almost taste it in the back of her throat.

    “Well, we’ve got a few minutes to kill,” he said reaching towards her, and Wonder Woman had no idea what was happening until she felt one massive, masculine hand on her shoulder and the other hooking itself into the waistband of her blue and white bloomers. With a squeak, she found herself lifted, in spite of the extra weight produced by the gravity field. Her heart thudded with an unaccustomed fear, and she wondered exactly how strong he was... and what the source of his powers were.

But the amazon warrior didn’t have long to ponder. She soon found herself settled across his lap, head down and finely sculpted hindquarters raised tantalizingly into the air behind her, her well-rounded buttocks and the cleft between them perfectly outlined in every detail. She turned and looked at him over her shoulder, shocked, unable to believe the position she found herself in. Across the lap of a common... man... it was more than she could bare!

She jumped when she felt his hand settle against her rump, stroking her star-spangled buns with powerful fingers. Gasping, outraged, she thrashed as best she could with her limbs weighted down by a force several dozen times greater than her own body weight, but it was a pitiful display that simply expended her energy.

     So Diana forced herself to lay still, frowning, occasionally shivering involuntarily when he rubbed her tushy with his palm or lightly raked his fingernails over her cheeks, tracing obscure patterns on the seat of her bloomers.  

And then, suddenly, his hand was gone... but not for long. Moments later, Wolfe brought his open palm down across her squirming, upturned rump... hard. It would take a being with the strength of Darkseid himself to deliver a blow that she could even feel-- but it seemed Wolfe was more than up to the challenge... his open palm seemed to blur through the air before it impacted with her right cheek, a deafening crack making the gathered audience jump and take a collective step back.  

     “YEOW!” Diana bellowed, her feet kicking reflexively in the air behind her. Wonder Woman was once again left questioning what Wolfe was and how he came to possess such tremendous strength... but as he brought his hand down for another solid swat to her derriere, followed by another and another, she had little time to ponder it. It was almost impossible to believe, an event she would have imagined only in her very worst of nightmares, a possibility that seemed ridiculous, yet seemed to have come to horrifying life:

She was getting spanked, like a naughty schoolgirl, over the knee of an ordinary man... and what was more, Diana was beginning to realize as the spanking continued, the swats stoking a searing heat in her derriere, that it hurt... a lot!

     “YEEEEOOOOWW!” Wonder woman cried, her legs flailing in the air behind her, wiggling her bloomered butt in a desperate, but futile, attempt at saving her hiney. “OH! OW! OUCH! Let me go you bast-- OOWWW!”

     “Temper temper, gorgeous,” he laughed, swatting her derriere in slow but firm, heavy strokes, the impact of his hand against the plump flesh of the demigoddess’  bottom ringing out in the crisp autumn air, washing over the murmuring crowd like distant fireworks. “You should settle in and make yourself comfortable,” he said, suddenly tugging her bloomers down to half mast, drawing an actually adorable gasp from the Warrior Princess, making him chuckle as he brought his palm down, landing powerfully against her bare bum, the impact making her cheeks jiggle visibly.

     “EEK! How DARE you?! YEOUCH! You monster! How-- OW! How are you doing this?!” she demanded furiously, amazing him with her royal arrogance, even in this highly undignified position.  

     “Buckle up, baby-cakes,” he said, easily delivering a blistering swat to her bare ass in spite if her struggles. “You’re in for a bumpy ride!”