Kory and Diana strained against each other, muscle to muscle in competition. Their conjoined fists wavered this way and that, grips crackling with the power poured into the simple arm-wrestling.
"You know of Catalina Flores?" Diana asked, her voice slightly pitched with effort.
"The Tarantula," Kory spat. "Dick's told me of her. How vilely she used him—"
"As an Amazon, you must see past that anger, righteous as it is. If she could be reformed, would you want that?"
"Of course," Kory said. "But scum like that never truly reforms. To do what she did, she must have no soul."
"That is not the Amazon Way. We will punish her, but only to show her the errors of her ways and strip her of her preconceptions. Then, we must embrace her. Initiate her into our sisterhood, without reservation."
"How can you say that!? After what she did!"
Diana marshalled her strength, biceps rippling as she forced Kory's fist toward the ground. "Forgiveness is not a privilege, Kory. It's a right. And when it is most difficult, that is when it is most worthwhile." Diana gritted her teeth as Kory responded to her flexing, pushing their merged hands steadily upward, against Diana's power. "A week ago, the Birds of Prey captured Catalina. She was taken to one of our embassies, where she was allowed to prevail upon Themysciran justice. It's been agreed that if she can face our punishment and learn our ways, she will not be sentenced in an American prison."
"You're letting her off easy."
"Not so. Change can be painful. As you well know."
"Then what?"
"I want you to comfort her. Guide her along her path to redemption. If she sees that even you can forgive her, it will give her real hope to join us in the light."
Kory put her weight on her fist, jolting it down towards Diana's defeat. "But first, she'll be punished?"
"Oh yes," Diana said, finally conceding the match to Kory's raw power. "I'll see to it personally that what happened at her hands will never be done again."
***
Once Catalina had been stripped nude, she was bound to the altar, spread-eagled. The light from the lowering candles made shadows dance across her body as if delighted to touch her. And why shouldn't they be? She had a lovely body. Dusky flesh toned with muscle, smoothly flowing into rounded breasts and womanly hips. Her sex the crowning achievement, the gentleness of her sculpted stomach and thighs finally settling into a soft cleft. It was a lovely flower among rock and sand, and seeing it, Diana found herself regretting what pleasures Catalina could've achieved for herself, found for others, if only she hadn't allowed the world to harden her so.
She had to be disciplined, firstly. Shown how unacceptable her behavior was, how much she had hurt Dick, the pain she had caused him. Diana knew what she was doing there, even if Catalina—and far too many so-called penal systems—did not. She had to learn firsthand to emphasize with what she had put him through.
"Violence arises from pain," Diana said in a calm voice. "I don't know what pain has driven you to hurt others. It doesn't matter whether it was given to you by your life or by your own mind. But you must come to understand how wrong it is to soothe your own pain with that of others."
"Yeah, yeah," Catalina said, putting up a tough front. "Can we get this fucking over with? I'm sorry, alright?"
"I do not believe you have been truly sorry for anything in your life. That can be an admirable quality. It can also blind you to the hurt you have caused. Remember, you are here to be trained. And before any animal can be trained, it must first be broken."
A snap of her fingers summoned the Birds of Prey—honorary Amazons. They had been with Dick and Barbara, helped the two of them heal and reconnect, moving past the scars Catalina had inflicted. Now, the scales would be balanced. They would vent the anger in their hearts instead of allowing it to fester.
"Oh shit," Catalina gasped, seeing the three women: Dinah, Helena, and Barda. After the way they had run her down, it was only right for her to be afraid of them. "Get those psycho bitches away from me! I didn't sign up for this! I was supposed to sit on a beach and learn fucking yoga!"
Diana ignored her struggling, her whimpering as the Birds approached her defenseless breasts, her splayed cunt. "If at any time you wish to be returned to Man's World, to face their justice, all you have to do is say so. The prison sentence can't be that long. You could probably plead insanity. I'm sure Arkham will be happy to have you."
The Birds were quite interested by Catalina's ripe, jutting breasts. Dinah and Helena licked at her stinging, tingling nipples, making Catalina very wet, very fast. She squirmed against the unexpected pleasure. Too much, too fast—Diana smiled. As Catalina began to moan, she listened with cool disinterest.
"To you, sex is a weapon. You can use it to forge alliances—secure possessions—even to feed yourself, or so I'm told—"
"Fuck you, lady!" Catalina scowled, but Barda silenced her with a kiss rough enough to split her lip.
As if she couldn't even see the Birds of Prey, Diana continued on. "But sex isn't a weapon, Catalina. It's among the most beautiful gifts the Gods have given us. It is to be enjoyed, shared, and savored. You must learn to accept it without pain, without dominance. You must submit."
Catalina tried to wrench her burning pussy away from Dinah's relentless tongue—the Birds were all over her, sampling all the delights offered by her naked captivity. When she couldn't get away from the unwanted ecstasy, she looked wild-eyed up at Diana. "What the fuck are you talking about, you crazy bitch?"
Diana smiled at her, eying her ripe, thrusting teats—momentarily unoccupied. "You have lovely breasts, Catalina. And your sex is a magnificent creation, just waiting to be put to good use. You must be very proud of your body. But you've been misusing it. Now you'll see what it's really for."
"I'm not a dyke, you puta!" Catalina cried, gasping as Barda's wide, slow tongue and Dinah's slender, whipping one set her breasts on fire. And her clit felt like it would burst with pleasure if Helena didn't stop nibbling on it.
Diana shook her head dolefully. "Don't you understand, Catalina? You're whatever I say you are. And at the moment—you're our bitch."
Catalina's nipples spiked beautifully as the Birds lashed them, tongues moving faster and faster, the pleasure hitting her harder and harder. The tongue in her pussy offered her no respite, stroking just as firmly as the ones on her nipples.
