Night Seven, Heroine Six, Part Five: A Warehouse on Blair Road, Washington DC
Wonder Woman clenched her fists tightly, tears still blurring her vision as she realized what she had done. How she had used her intimate knowledge of Mary's gods, the way they always exacted a price for every gift. How she had strategically broken down each of the young heroine's strengths to make way for Hybris, Nemesis, and Peitho to imbue poor Mary with their powers and attributes, filling her with pride, envy, and lust. The bell used by people who stole from charity was the key to awakening Mary's greed. Mary hadn't stood a chance, and it had been her plan.
Diana spoke in racked sobs, “Oh, Mary, I'm so sorry.”
Mary helped Dinah to her feet, “Oh, pooh! You'll soon be over that nonsense!”
She flexed her fingers, little ripples of purple lightning dancing between them.
“After all, without my new powers Canary would never have been able to sing so seductively, now would she? And without Dinah's voice, we'd never have been able to alter the frequency of Kori's starbolts.”
Kori? “What about Kori?” Then Diana saw her, her silvery armour now a dark metallic black and her entire body glowing with violet energy. The three of them surrounded her, pressing against her, hands exploring her body as Kori and Mary released energy from their fingertips triggering erogenous responses. She could resist this, she was Wonder Woman! She would not give … Then the Canary began to sing and her world exploded into a sea of unbridled lust she could never hope to control. When Dinah's song was over and her senses righted themselves, a seductive smile played on her lips.
Ms Santa joined the group and smiled weakly, obviously drained. "Soon, Diana, I will be you, but for the next three days I must rest. You must continue my work."
Wonder Woman knelt before the red clad blond, "Rest, mistress, I will take care of everything."
Ms Santa ran a finger along the former heroine's jaw. "I knew I could count on you, Diana." then she lay down in the middle of the floor.
Huntress, Supergirl, and Power Girl took equidistant places around her, visible streams of energy began to flow from them and into the Christmas clad blond as they walked slowly around her, then Ms Santa began to glow, getting brighter and brighter until she vanished.
Rising, Diana turned towards the remaining former heroines, “You need a fourth, and I know just who!”
Night Eight, Heroine Seven: A Warehouse on Blair Road, Washington DC
Troia landed near the warehouse. It looked unassuming but, if Diana's intel was correct, was going to be a hotbed of activity in just a few minutes. Odd that she had arrived before her sister.
Inside the warehouse, Donna's arrival had been noted.
“Is everyone ready?”
Nods from around the room, “Very well then. Let's bait the trap. A little fireworks, Kori. Helena, if you would be so kind?”
Donna was about to call Diana to inquire about the delay when the signal came through on her com at the same moment that a couple of explosions rocked the warehouse. “Mayday. Need immediate assist, I say again, we need...” Jammed!! No one outside the area was going to get that message. She should go for... Another explosion.
“Diana!!!” Troia charged into the warehouse, there, scattered on the floor, Power Girl, Starfire, Huntress, Supergirl, and … “Diana!” she whispered.
Checking the area she saw nothing, but someone or something had – she knelt next to Diana, she was breathing. Good. Now to check the others. Kori was closest, she rolled her over – wait when did Kori start wearing black...
Kori's eyes snapped open as her hands released twin starbolts into twin breasts. “Surprise!!”
Donna's body arched in pleasure... a moan escaped her lips... it felt too damn good... that meant... “NO!!”
A well placed blow rendered Kori as unconscious as she had looked. Okay, a trap. Still, shouldn't be a …
An impact in the small of her back followed by sharp pain. Power Girl flying her towards the wall. No problem, a red sun burst should... the attempt sent another wave of pleasure through her... damn! Kori had somehow compromised her photonic powers. She reached up over her head, grabbing Karen by the armpits and jammed her feet into the floor, bending over forwards and pulling as hard as she could. A blue and white clad figure shot by overhead as she added her energy to Power Girl's momentum, causing her to crash into the warehouse wall. It didn't even dent.
“That tears it! Definitely a trap!”
Lusciously long lethal legs encircled her neck as a shadowy figure dropped onto her from overhead, cutting off her air. Helena! Right, render them all unconscious and get it all sorted out later. Fingers caressed her face, relaxing her, arousing her, like some kind of drug. Feels so good.
“That's it, just relax and take a nap.”
Whatever her intent, Helena's voice broke the spell, but Donna was already greying out. No way she had enough strength to dislodge Helena when she had the leverage advantage. Only one thing to do. She dropped to her knees, her eyes rolled up into her head, and she passed out.
Huntress popped off as Troia crashed to the floor, landing lightly on her feet.
A steely hand grasped Helena's ankle and smashed her into the floor, unconsciousness was instantaneous. A quick pivot kick sent a charging Supergirl crashing into the far warehouse wall, then Power Girl was on her again.
A few blocks and evasive manoeuvrers later, Troia put everything she had into a belly blow that sent Karen reeling. Donna stayed on her, pressing the advantage. Left, right, knee, elbow, every skill she had learned from Phillipus, Diana, and Helena was on display, no holding back. She couldn't afford to, she was too heavily out-gunned.
Karen was forced back, her superior speed blocking many of the blows, her stamina absorbing others, but still she gave ground until, finally, she was backed into a wall and could give no more. Donna was about to deliver the coup de grâce, when Power Girl landed a powerful blow to her own belly, knocking the wind from her. Before she could recover her breath, she felt a pair of hands shoving her face down into Karen's cleavage, cutting her air off for the second time in as many minutes. Linda's hands held her firmly, her body now sandwiched between the two voluptuous Kryptonians as their fingers began to explore her body and her pulse began to race as she slowly slipped into a sea of pleasure and drifted towards the arms of Morpheus.
She saw Diana's face loom before her.
“Remember,” she told the young heroine, “even though you now have the powers of an Amazon, even you, Wonder Girl though you are, will be outmatched. The key to winning is to never give up. Your opponent cannot win unless you surrender or die.”
Her hands scrabbled feebly on Power Girl in front of her, finding her hair and yanking forward and down with all the force she had left, smashing the Kryptonian skulls into one another. The three of them slid to the floor, but it was only Donna who climbed slowly to her feet. Well, that was all of them. Now to... a musical note slammed into her, stimulating her already inflamed libido. She tried to fight back, but she was so tired.
A voice spoke softly in her ear as fingertips gently teased her pelvic region with strange energy, stoking the fire even more.
“You might as well enjoy this. We need you, sister.”
Mary and yet – not... she tried to pull away, but Mary's grip on her right wrist was unbreakable. She tried to twist loose but another hand grabbed grabbed her left wrist and other fingers began to tease her sex as well. Kori and Mary knew what they were about.
“Nooo! Stop!” She had to think of something else to try..
The arousing note softly sang in her ear as warm flesh pressed against her back. Dinah's black gloved fingers reached under her armpits and began stimulating her breasts, adding yet more fuel to the flame of her desire.
“She is ready.” Mary said.
She saw a shadowy face looming before her and focused her eyes, at least she would be able to identify...
“Diana?” Shock froze her into immobility, why was Diana dressed in red velvet and white fur? What is she – then she saw the lips. Diana's lips? But she's your sist... adopted sister... but what about Terry? Even as these thoughts were running through her head, she moved closer to those lips. She wanted to taste them so badly – no – but – NO!
Her world went dark in a flash of light as two pairs of lips finally met.
Diana smiled down at her sister.
“When she wakens she will be one of you. Now, counting me, we have two of everything except those with magic based powers."
She turned to Mary, "It's time for you to call on Jenn.”
Night Nine, Heroine Eight: Hayden Apartment, Los Angeles, CA
Jennifer-Lynn Hayden stepped out of the bathroom, the soft lustre of her green skin contrasting with the sparkly bits where water droplets still remained. As she crossed the threshold to her bedroom, a cloth clamped over her nose and mouth, the aroma of chloroform filling her nostrils as the drug filled her lungs and the world began to spin. Even as she envisioned a giant green hand plucking off her assailant, something hard clamped over her left hand.
It took her dazed mind a minute to realize it was some kind of wood encasement, effectively neutralizing her powers. Even as that registered, she recognized a voice. Mary? What was she do..
"ohhh!"
Hands lifted her feet as her eyelids began to flutter. She tried to kick out at them, but it was more of a feeble squirm. Ccan't let them... take... me... stop them.
"Mary?"
Something... wrong! Mary must need her help... need her to... to... what? Her thoughts became a jumbled disorder. She tried to focus but her world got smaller and smaller until there was a tiny little pinprick of light. A sigh escaped her lips as she finally surrendered, the last of her consciousness slipping away like the mist on a summer morning.
“Well,” said Mary, “That went off exactly as planned.”
Pressing the button on the remote, she led her three companions through the portal with their slight burden. Moments later, the portal closed behind them and the four of them, Mary, Donna, Kori, and Dinah stood before Diana with a slumbering Jenn in their arms.
A Warehouse on Blair Road, Washington DC
“Mission accomplished.”
A playful smirk played on Mary's lips as she traced a finger down the side of the slumbering heroine's face.
“When do we get to play with her?”
“The mistress has prescribed a special ritual for this one,” Diana smiled, “though I believe playing IS part of the ritual." Her voice hardened, "Now bring her.”
Diana led the way into an energy pyramid that consisted of Supergirl, Power Girl, and Huntress at the three corners of the base with no apparent apex. As they reached the centre of the base, Diana positioned them around the still slumbering Jade. Starfire and Mary Marvel on each side, Black Canary at Jade's head, and Troia at her feet.
Diana nodded and Kori removed the wooden gauntlet that encased Jenn's left hand, then she positioned herself behind Dinah.
“Begin.”
It was a clear command. Dinah began to sing. Mary and Kori began to stimulate Jenn's breasts using their fingers and discharging their unique energies into them. The unconscious heroine began to moan. Donna began to stimulate Jade's sex, adding her own recently modified photonic energies to the mix. Diana began to slowly walk in a clockwise circle around the five of them. One full circle each minute in a precise, measured pace that showed her long shapely legs through the slit in her fur trimmed red velvet toga, the hood of which was pulled up over her head. One, two, three... each revolution marking the passage of time and levitating the six of them off the floor little by little.
Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen... Jade's eyes snapped open as she openly responded to the building passion within her. She tried to concentrate, to use her powers to free herself, but all she could get from her hand was a feeble green glow. She tried to shut out the building passion and was beginning to get some control, the glow in her hand brightening to a flame, when Diana passed Dinah's position at the fifteenth minute.
Jade vanished, reappearing almost instantly in the same space but rotated 90 degrees clockwise. Now her head was between Starfire's fingers, Donna was discharging her photonic energy into the heroine's left breast, adding to what Starfire had put there. Mary, for her part, was enjoying herself immensely as her fingertips discharged what looked like tiny bolts of purple lightning into Jenn's clit. Dinah latched her lips around the remaining breast and sang as she teased it with her tongue.
Jenn's world had turned sideways, seeming to wink out for a moment, then hands caressed her temples, discharging some kind of energy into her brain that made it increasingly difficult to focus on anything except her continuously building state of arousal.
Still Wonder Woman, looking like a Greek goddess version of Santa, continued to mark off the minutes, one slow revolution at a at a time. Still they continued to rise towards the exact centre of the pyramid.
Jade tried to concentrate, to exercise her will. Small flashes of green flame surrounded her hand but each successive attempt showed less result. The minutes ticked by, Diana's form became almost a blur as time seemed to move faster. Then her world turned sideways once more.
Jenn reappeared rotated 90 degrees clockwise once more, placing her head at the bottom of the hour. Dinah focused her voice right at the heroine's cleft, affecting the tissue much the way an opera singer can affect a glass. Mary and Kori were back to teasing breast and nipple, discharging their energies into them in the process. Donna's photonic powers were playing with Jade's mind, pulling and modifying fantasies from her subconscious, playing them in front of her, fuelling the flames of her desire and distracting her from any attempt to free herself. Now it was all she could do to hold back her orgasm. Her body desperately wanted to climax, but her will held it in check. She would not give them the satisfaction.
Again the minutes passed as Diana's black stiletto heeled sandals with red laces up to her knees slowly paced them off. One step each second, sixty steps to mark a full circle. Now, however, though her movements were still blurred, they appeared slower to the struggling heroine as she fought off her impending orgasm minute by minute, second by second.
Jenn phased out again, rotating to the three quarter hour mark. Mary leaned over, her cleavage filling Jade's vision as her fingertips traced those small discharges of purple lightning along each side of the heroine's face. Dinah had once more latched onto the breast in front of her, teasing the nipple with her tongue as she sang. Donna, on the other breast, was deftly using her fingers and discharging her photonic energies deep into the tissues. Kori, her eyes locked with Mary's, suddenly knew exactly how to tease the helpless heroine's clit to best effect, discharging starbolt energies there in a constant trickle.
Jenn thought she would go mad. Both her breasts and her clit, even her mind... all now had the combined sexual energies of the four around her. She was no longer thinking of fighting off the orgasm building within her as Diana's pacing marked off each second. No, she was trying everything she could to encourage it, but her body would not listen. She could not move, could not speak. Only her mind obeyed her wishes and all that her mind wanted was to climax, to have what would be the largest mind blowing orgasm she had ever had. In that sense, even her mind was paralysed.
Finally the fifteenth minute arrived, finally she phased out, then back in, her head once more at the top of the hour, her body now at the precise centre of the pyramid. Donna pressed her feet together, trapping the orgasm that would not come within her loins. Strips of cloth were slowly wrapped around her one by one, covering more and more of her skin. Her eyes met Diana's, asking the question she could not voice – what are you doing to me and why?
Wonder Woman smiled down at her, “Your powers, while not magic, come from a magical source – the Starheart. You already know that much, what you don't know is that the wrappings we're encasing you in were used to entrap Bastet herself for a time, giving rise to the legend of Pasht, goddess of lust. I'm sure you are beginning to understand how that could be at this particular moment. Just like you, she was trapped in her own passions by this same ritual. Unlike her, I doubt you will ever escape.”
Jade, the process now nearly complete, resembled a mummy, white cloth strips wrapped around every inch of her body. Diana looked into her eyes and put the final strip of cloth in place.
Jennifer-Lynn Hayden exploded into a brilliant, blinding, green flame. When it subsided, there was Jade for all to see. The costume was both familiar and not, gleaming white boots which now had heels, the emerald green pants tucked into them fit like a second skin and shone with a high gloss. The white leotard shone like her boots, with a copy of the green birthmark on her hand cut out of the fabric, showing her cleavage. From there the differences were more pronounced. Gloves attached to her leotard like sleeves were of the same high gloss emerald as the pants. The left glove had no palm, allowing her birthmark to be displayed. Her face and hair looked painted on, like a mask, unmoving. Her nipples protruded through her costume, hard like little bullets. She rotated from the horizontal to the vertical, then, her arms outstretched, she began to spin slowly. Her eyes gleamed with an inner fire, her body was surrounded by an intense green aura.
“It is done.” Diana pulled back the fur trimmed velvet hood and smiled, “Now we have access to her energies without having to guard against her using them on us.”
Jade rose into the air, right over, had she known it, the exact spot that Ms Santa had vanished two nights ago. Unneeded for the ritual, Power Girl, Supergirl, and Huntress had stood a silent vigil at the three points of the pyramid's base. As Jade's energy flowed outwards it struck them, forming a pyramid that rotated as she did. Ms Santa, now brunette and looking very like a certain Amazon Princess began to materialize a few seconds later, rotating fixed in the exact centre of the pyramid and clearly asleep. Slowly the energy encased all five of them, forming a solid looking emerald pyramid that rose into the air until it was in the exact centre of the warehouse. There it remained, still rotating slowly and pulsing brightly with Jade's Starheart energy.
Diana turned to her sister, "We need to complete the set of three Amazons next. You know Dru even better than I. What's the best way to catch her with her guard down?"
Peering through the skylight from above, blue eyes widened as Diana's hair slowly lightened to a golden blonde, then narrowed in response to all they had witnessed as a single word came to mind, Magic!!
A shadow detached itself from the shadows, flitting lightly across the roof and dropping silently to the ground below before she used her own kind of magic to vanish into the shadows.