Loosely based on the stories by Grant Morrison and Mark Waid featured in the JLA comic book, issues #1-4 and #30-35, respectively, now without any damn censoring.
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WARNING: This story contains adult themes including explicit descriptions of extreme sexual events and violence. MINORS MUST NOT READ THIS. Neither should most so-called adults. If you are below your country's age of legal majority, kindly bugger off.
JLA: THE MARTIAN CHRONICLES BOOK ONE: NEWCOMERS
PART ONE: PROMISES, PROMISES
They were the Hyperclan, and they had come to save the Earth. That had been their statement after landing on the White House's lawn, and they soon proved themselves capable of fulfilling such a boast. Mere hours later, the eight super-powered aliens showed up over the Sahara desert, and combining metahuman powers, they made the skies yield plentiful rain over the parched land, while the miraculous feat and the grateful joy of the local populace was recorded and carried all over the world by the media.
"May be no more than cosmetic changes," said Superman, his red and blue-clad figure standing in mid-air above the throng of reporters eager to record his comments. "Deserts can't just be 'fixed'. There are causes and consequences, environmental and social factors. The Sahara is green today, but can it be sustained or-?"
"Sounds like sour grapes to me, Supes!"
"Are hungry people less important than metahuman fights?"
"You jealous, Superman?"
"Is it an union thing?"
"Unusual," said the man dressed in the black cape and cowl, sitting before the large monitor array displaying the coverage of what was now called The Sahara Bloom. The eyes behind his mask's slits narrowed while in the screens multiple derisive questions drowned out the further words of Earth's most famous hero. "The media rarely challenges him so readily."
The tall, raven-haired woman in the revealing blue, red and gold costume raised an eyebrow at the tone of her colleague. She wondered if Batman resented how widely embraced Superman normally was, yet he was the one who deliberately shunned the public spotlight, wisely, perhaps. She knew well, both as Princess Diana of Themyscira and as Wonder Woman, what such celebrity meant.
"Many asked what social works of comparable scale had Earth's superhumans ever accomplished," Diana said over the recorded voices from the various news channels.
"Sometimes I ask the same myself."
Diana did not reply, turning to watch herself appear in the monitors.
"The Hyperclan may mean well," Wonder Woman declared, flying down to stand before the crowd of newspeople. All cameras moved to cover her, technicians ensuring to keep her prominent bustier-bound bosom within frame. "But perhaps they don't understand the full ecological ramifications," she continued. "Or the sociological implications of such direct paranormal intervention."
"We understand your reservations." Protex, leader of the Hyperclan, spoke with a bright smile, approaching the crowd, his deep voice full of soothing friendliness but resonating with a firm conviction that seemed to need no justifications.
Protex's complete lack of an accent was interesting. Despite the years of living outside her native island, Diana's English still had a slight exotic cadence and the over-precise enunciation and lack of verbal vices of someone who had learned the language as an adult instead of growing up with it. But Protex's speech showed nothing similar.
Unlike others of the Hyperclan, Protex's appearance was fully human-like, if humans happened to embody flawlessly the ideals of classic Greek sculptors. Long hair and golden skin seemed to glow with inner light, and his smile was as dazzling as the sun. Batman decided he disliked the smug bastard.
"I will gladly discuss these matters with Earth's heroes, but they must realize that there are far more important and urgent things than adherence to protocols."
"More than protocol is involved," Superman said. "Nature is-"
"Hunger heeds no abstract notions," Protex cut in with a shrug of polite dismissal, and the crowd muttered in agreement. "We can and will address your misgivings. Surely our outside perspective on the needs of this world and its people will show you the truth of our ways."
"We are open to-" Wonder Woman began.
"Would you agree to meet with me in private? To discuss the need of cooperation among us, for Earth's common good?" "I'd gladly do so. But I-"
"Splendid. If it is convenient for you, let us meet at sunset tomorrow, in the last floor of the building named Empire State, in the city of New York, United States of America. Dress casually."
The cameras focused on her evident look of surprise while the questions of the reporters became a loud background cacophony.
"He asked you out on a date," Batman stated dryly, pausing the video feeds. That made the image freeze in a particularly angled close-up of Diana's torso, so he turned the monitors off instead. He wondered if she would ever tire of the constant public obsession with her body, and finally decide to wear something less revealing and less distracting.
"A meeting to discuss differences of opinion, actually."
"He did not ask Superman."
"Why should he?" Diana's tone of voice held a hint of warning Batman had learned to recognize. "Must the male be always the leader or spokesman?"
"I did not mean that."
"Maybe he-they are sincere. We may not agree with their methods, but apparently they want to do good."
"Good is what they seem to be doing. What they actually want is not clear yet."
"We must be open to all possibilities."
"After the recent attack on the League's headquarters?"
The orbital vessel housing the previous incarnation of the Justice League had been attacked and destroyed, rendering former member Metamorpho inert in the process.
"You were there. The attackers obviously had powers. Too great a coincidence."
"We live surrounded by extraordinary events. Many metahumans groups would want to destroy us at any time."
"We haven't found any evidence linking to any Earth association or individual."
"So the Hyperclan is guilty by elimination?"
"Ockham's Razor, Princess. Simplicity."
"Maybe you can still discover something more-"
"Maybe so will you."
"Excuse me?"
"He appears very much human-like, and asked you to meet him in a casual context. He may feel... an urge to impress you. You could try to-"
Diana's eyes narrowed. "You want me to draw information from him?"
"Anything gleaned may be useful. You could even-"
"Anything pertinent that arises will be shared with you, and with the Justice League, but I won't go into a meeting intended to conciliate, bearing a hidden agenda. Such is the way of intentional strife."
"I didn't mean-"
"I will be honest and forthright in my discussion with Protex, and I will give the Hyperclan the benefit of the doubt. I would do no less for anyone."
"Fair enough," Batman replied after a pause.
"Good. We understand each other."
He nodded, and silently watched as she strode away. Unlike most men would, he did not stare at the long, gracefully muscled legs, or the round, firm buttocks barely covered by the scanty, star-patterned bottom, the smooth-skinned gluteus relaxing and contracting with each brisk step. Instead, he focused on the shiny cascade of black hair flowing past her broad shoulders into curls, halfway to her waist.
She was so alike and so unlike Selina, Batman mused, before frowning and looking back at the monitors.
He had a thing for brunettes. That was all.
Batman resumed the feed, watching as Protex continued to smile winningly for the cameras.
He decided he hated the smug bastard.
At her request, the observation deck was off-limits to the press, not that it stopped the truly determined ones. Several helicopters hovered as close to the Empire State Building, and where Wonder Woman stood, as the balance of safety and temerity would allow.
"The reckless curiosity of children."
Diana spun to see Protex standing a couple of steps to her right. She had not seen or heard him approach.
"They are not children, Protex." She nodded in guarded greeting. She wore the kind of long flowing robes that she favored for her activities as Themysciran Ambassador to the World; covering her from breastbone to ankles, they would make anyone else look modest and nondescript, but for the Amazon Princess it was an almost impossible task. "That may be the key point of our upcoming discussions."
"We may have more interesting things to discuss, Diana," He smiled and reached for her hand. "I can call you Diana, I presume."
He kissed her hand and her eyebrows rose in surprise.
Unexpectedly, she had trembled at his touch, and her nipples had grown instantly hard.
"He never contested directly anything I said, but never agreed, either. They will continue doing what they felt is needed, but that was all he actually stated. I can hardly recall his exact words, somehow." Diana frowned. "I... dislike such vagueness."
"Sophisms," Batman muttered. "Doesn't surprise me."
"And before he left, he...."
"Yes?"
"He kissed me."
Batman remained impassive for a moment. "And what else?"
"Nothing else."
"What did you do?"
"I chastised him for it, and he apologized, but not too sincerely."
"He's interested in you, then." As most everyone is, Batman added to himself.
"Maybe he sought to unbalance my judgment. He knows he's handsome, and may like to use it-"
"He is?"
"Yes." She shrugged. "Too handsome, even."
"Really?"
"Excessive arrogance may come with such beauty."
Batman frowned. There was much beneath such dismissal. Was she talking about herself as well? "The Hyperclan faced a group of metahuman terrorists today. Near the Baltic Sea. Stopped them from detonating a nuclear warhead."
"What group?"
"The X-Faction, B-level threat. All were killed. No belief in due process, apparently."
"Was it deserved?"
"It can be argued. Happened in international waters, but aside for the usual human rights groups, general public response was positive."
"What do you believe?"
"My opinions... are mine. But if they're willing to use such methods, it all becomes more important."
"It all?"
"I have a theory. But I need information."
"What theory?"
"You could get that information, if-"
"I could? How?"
"If Protex does have a personal interest in you, we could use that to-"
"What do you mean?"
"You could become... closer, and gain his confidence."
"Closer?"
"We need to know if-"
"You want me to sleep with him?"
Batman paused before continuing. "We must know if-"
"How dare you ask me that?" Wonder Woman's soft, level voice that was more menacing that a loud exclamation could be.
Batman stared at her silently for several seconds before looking away. Her anger made her even more beautiful. He lightly tapped his fingertips on the monitor console. "It would not be the first time, would it?"
"What?"
Batman looked up. His eyes were cold.
"It wouldn't be the first time you'd sleep with someone who could be an enemy, right? Or even one you actually knew was one?"
PART TWO: THE END JUSTIFIES THE MEANS
"There's no need for euphemisms." Wonder Woman held Batman's stare without flinching. "Yes, I've had sex with some you would call 'enemies'. So?"
"If you have done it before, then-"
"Never arbitrarily. Only when I had my reasons."
"Of course. It's important now to know if the Hyperclan-"
"That's not reason enough for me. There are other ways."
Batman pursed his lips and looked down. "This is not generally known, but I understand that some of your past exploits even involved... nonhumans."
"I won't discuss the details of my sex life here, Batman."
"But if you can do that, then why not-?"
"I do what I judge proper, and I don't need to justify myself to you."
"I'm not asking for that."
"And I certainly don't see why you needed to concern yourselves with my sex life. Have you been monitoring my private affairs?"
"Is interacting with an actual or potential enemy of the League a private matter?"
"Not the interaction in general, but if the particular details involve personal matters, those should remain private. Or would you reveal your secret identity to every League member if an enemy discovered it?"
"No, but that is not-" "Why investigate my sex life, then?"
"I must look to the interests of the League, and the world. You're one of the most powerful individuals on Earth. Everything you do is important."
"Including who I fuck?"
"When you fuck the very menaces we fight, yes."
"I don't go around screwing every monster or villain I meet, Batman."
"Maybe, but... Well, it's understandable that because of... your looks, many of the enemies you face can... desire you, sexually, and may try to-"
"That they try doesn't mean they succeed."
"But it has happened. More than once. That you would allow it at all-"
"Only when the circumstances demanded nothing less."
"But becoming involved sexually with some -with any- of your foes, is not a trivial matter."
"I never said it was. Very little of what we do is trivial."
Again her royal arrogance showing through, he thought. But she was still right. "I agree. So you understand that such events must concern... the League. When you imperil yourself like that-"
"We all can be killed or maimed in combat any time, and we accept it. Do you track every Leaguer's fights?"
"This is different."
"Why? Is death is an acceptable risk while sex is not?"
"It's not normal sex you're talking about."
"Of course. But we don't lead normal lives, or face normal stakes. If having sex with an enemy allowed me to prevent otherwise unavoidable bloodshed or any kind of tragedy, and I could physically endure it, I did what I had to do."
"The dangers are more than physical. It's the deeper involvement that makes it problematic. That's why-"
"Are you speaking from experience?"
"It's not about me."
"You think I may become biased? That it may affect my judgment?"
"All possibilities must be considered."
"Do you also monitor Clark's intimacy?"
"We know that Clark is not-"
"Is not what? Easy? Loose? A slut?"
"I'm not saying that, Diana. I just-"
"Am I the only one, then?"
"Uh?"
"Am I the only one who ever had sex with an enemy?"
Batman grimaced. "Don't go there. What we do is a dangerous activity. For women, for anyone-"
"Or does a cat costume make it different?"
"What?"
"You've been involved with Catwoman. Everyone knows that."
Batman stared.
"And the daughter of Ras Al'Ghul?" Diana continued. "Talia, was it?"
"Talia was not-"
"And Poison Ivy? Shiva? They say even Harley Quinn-"
"Don't believe all the gossip you hear."
"But you have had sex with several of your female foes."
Batman did not reply.
"I wonder how unavoidable those circumstances were. Has it affected your judgment?"
Batman spoke softly. "This isn't about me."
"Why is it then only about me?"
"Because Protex isn't interested in fucking me, Princess."
"How do you know? Maybe you two should meet."
"This isn't a joking matter."
"No, it isn't. It is a serious matter. I have fucked the enemy, and so have you. I am sure we both had our reasons, and I have not judged you for it."
"I was not judging you. I even felt we could use-"
"Yes, you were. By thinking that you can use me."
"Why was this so different from what you've-?"
"Because it's about choice. Personal choice. I may not be constrained by many of the sexual attitudes in your patriarchal culture, but that doesn't mean I see sex as something so worthless that I'll casually whore my body for the convenience of your schemes."
Batman frowned, and after a moment, nodded. "I didn't mean to insult you. But you said it yourself, Diana. We are not ordinary people. We don't face ordinary choices."
"Yes, and they are OUR choices."
"Just do whatever you judge correct."
"I always do."
"But be careful. With him, with Protex. I don't like him. I don't like him at all."
"Obviously."
Diana walked away, but before leaving the room, she turned by the door and added: "I'd also sleep with Catwoman if I were you."
"Oh, Hera! OH-HERA!"
Diana arched her back, moaning as Protex thrust deeply into her, again and again. His mouth went down to her breasts, and she grabbed onto his mane of golden hair, pulling him closer, encouraging him to go on, to lick and kiss and bite her sensitive nipples, while her eyes opened to drink of the sight of his beautiful muscular body crouched over her and between her legs.
She wondered again what Batman would say. She should have waited for the third date at least. But she had wanted to, and that was what mattered.
Protex had taken her to the Hyperclan's citadel deep in Antarctica, a large, complex structure of obvious alien architecture whose sudden appearance mere days past still baffled the experts, who debated how even the superpowered aliens could have constructed such a vast place overnight.
Protex had wasted little time in preliminary chatting after leading Wonder Woman to his chambers. Her robes were removed and she was led to his bed with an almost effortless inevitability that may have been infuriating if the Amazon Princess had been less eager herself at such a point. But she was still wary, even when his caresses made her burn with heightened desire. He was spectacularly handsome, as recognized by the hundreds of magazine covers featuring him every week now, with a chiseled physique and perfect features and long, flowing hair, but she was normally not that attracted to pretty boys; beauty not being a masculine trait to her. She did find his aura of power and confidence attractive, but she had practically fallen into his bed without questions, and she was normally not that easy.
Protex's teeth worked her erect nipples skillfully, without ever losing the rhythm of his thrusting loins, and she smiled in appreciation. Certainly he seemed to know what he was doing. His caresses anticipated her every unvoiced request, and he probed her sodden depths with the kind of irresistible forcefulness that she loved best in her sex with male partners. Briefly, she thought that he would only need to be a bit larger and thicker, and act just a bit rougher, for the coupling to be nearly perfect.
"A-AHH! GODS!" Diana gasped loudly, the sudden pain in her loins taking her by surprise. Not only had Protex started to pump into her with greatly increased power and speed, somehow his penis had started to fill her much more dramatically with each intrusion, its size now just close enough to way too much, to her astonishment and delight. She moaned with heightened pleasure, and her orgasm began approaching much faster.
Batman was right.
They had kissed goodbye, deeply and forcefully, before Protex flew off into the dawn-tinted New York skyline. The kiss had been intense enough to awaken again her desire, even after their lengthy night of lovemaking, but not enough to banish her worried thoughts.
She had no proof, no information she could share, but there was indeed something wrong with the Hyperclan. She had realized it while coupling wildly with Protex. There had been a disturbing ease to the way the sex had progressed from the start; too convenient, too devoted to what she desired each instant. And much as she had appreciated it, he certainly had not been so monstrously well-hung at the beginning.
She shook her head and sighed. Batman had to be right, much as it irked her. The Hyperclan had to be planning something. Protex had to be a villain. Their sex had ultimately been just too hard, too rough, too intense, forcing her to struggle to keep up, to match his power, to fuck him back with savage, violent passion, just to keep from feeling dominated. Only a villain could fuck her like that.
Protex had simply been too good to be good.
"We are the same, you and I, Strangers in a Strange Land," Protex said, floating high in the skies above the China-Mongolia border. "Surely you must have asked yourself why you have never shown them your true form."
J'onn J'onzz, the Martian Manhunter, winced inside at the words. Protex kept his mind shielded, in ways that were too strangely familiar. "They might have been afraid," he replied.
"Maybe they should be afraid."
"You were right. They are hiding something. Something wrong."
"What did you find out?" Batman spared her the obvious comments of having told her so.
"It's just a feeling, an unease after our last meeting. But I trust my instincts in this."
Batman nodded. "So do I. Their actions are too well orchestrated, too convenient in their building up of public trust while discrediting us. And their powers are too vast, and too inconsistent. They've all shown eye-projected energy powers at some point, and their speedster was seen flying when it suited him-"
"They may also be able to read minds."
"Telepaths? Yes, that fits, too."
"Fits what-?"
"What made you realize it?"
"I thought about that feeling of wrongness during my last meeting with Protex, and afterwards not only did he stop seeking me out, he purposely seemed to avoid me."
"I see. He was seen with Power Girl, you know. Yesterday."
"Power Girl?"
"Yes, acting quite friendly, too."
Karen Starr had always been unsure of her place in the world. Raised through childhood and adolescence inside a virtual-reality construct, she had reached Earth as a young woman ignorant of her true past. Obvious powers of flight, strength, speed and resilience initially had suggested a possible Kryptonian origin, and perhaps a relation to Superman himself, but later she was said to descend from magical lords of ancient Atlantis. To this day, the true origins of the heroine known as Power Girl still remained in doubt, and perhaps her lack of roots helped account for her troubles in fitting in, socially or emotionally, even during her years of active duty in Infinity Inc. and Maxwell Lord's Justice League. Most peers knew her only as the easily irritable, short-haired blonde powerhouse with the spectacular buxom body and the revealing costume that daringly displayed it. Few ever saw past her impressive cleavage, and sometimes she also wondered if there was anything, anyone, beyond that.
But as her muscular body arched in powerful spasms, her round, large breasts jostling violently about while she reached a final mind-blowing orgasm, Karen knew at last that her true place was here and now, in Protex's arms, as his lover, and finally, Power Girl was happy.
Kyle Rayner flew high over the city of New York, just having delivered a late job of freelance illustration. Using the most powerful weapon in the galaxy, the Green Lantern ring on his finger, for such menial tasks could seem foolish at times, but even members of the Justice League needed to have a real job, and to meet deadlines, everything helped. He would need the paycheck next week if he was to ask Jenni out again.
Jenni Lynn, the lovely green-skinned daughter of the old Green Lantern Alan Scott, had been bunking at his flat for just a few weeks, but the sexual tension had already become unbearable. He felt guilty at times about courting the sexy model and former heroine so soon after his break up with Donna, but Jenni gave all the signals of being interested as well, and since he had joined the new JLA and starting hanging out closer to Wonder Woman, Kyle was feeling hornier than ever.
"Green Lantern, right?"
He was surprised by the unexpected sight of the tall, scantly-dressed woman effortlessly flying next to him. Why had he failed to see her approach? Was he that sleep-deprived? You did not get flying, blue-skinned, near-naked girls with bodies like that every day.
"Um, yes. And you are...?"
"You can call me Primaid." She flew closer, her full lips spread in a coy smile.
"Ah, you're with the Hyperclan," he said uneasily, cursing his dubious eloquence. She looked even more impressively-built the closer she came. Her long, white hair failed to cover an amazing ass as she twirled by him, and the tits were Wonder Woman-class.
"I need someone to show me this city, this world," she said with an impossibly sultry voice. "Are you interested?"
He nodded. He was interested, very interested.
It was not just the big tits, long legs, and hard butt. It was the pale blue skin. He was just a sucker for the exotic-colored chicks.
Power Girl landed on the roof slab of her apartment building, a contented smile still filling her rounded features. Her hair was boyishly short on the back and sides, but long over her forehead, and when brushing it off her eyes she noticed the tall figure standing a few paces away. Their eyes met, and Wonder Woman started walking towards her, big teats jostling inside that ridiculous bustier. And they talked about HER costume?
"We should talk," Wonder Woman said.
Power Girl grimaced. What did the Stuck-Up Lez Bitch Princess want with her?
Superman frowned, and focused his superhuman sense of hearing on Batman's request. After a short moment, his eyes hardened.
"There's a constant broadcast in that frequency, yes. Something I'd never heard there before."
Batman nodded at the confirmation. "The human brain operates in that range. It's subconscious mind control."
"The Hyperclan?"
"The Hyperclan. This is war, then."
PART THREE: ALIENS PREFER BLONDES
Wonder Woman grunted as her back struck the reticulated steel structure, making the whole communications tower shake ominously.
"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK-?"
"Don't be childish!" Diana's jaw still ached as she grabbed the bent metal to keep it from collapsing.
"CHILDISH?" Power Girl rushed through the air towards the Amazon Princess, her fist cocked back for another punch. "YOU CALLING ME-?"
"Childish," Wonder Woman repeated, dodging under the superhumanly-fast fist and reaching out with an arm across Power Girl's wide upper chest and shoulders, to turn about the impetuous blonde and grab her from behind. "Stop this and-"
Power Girl dove backwards towards the street below, noisily slamming Wonder Woman against the pavement.
"HADES' SPIT, WOMAN!" Diana shouted, rising to her knees amidst the rubble. "You could've killed someone!"
"Who, you?" Power Girl stood a few paces away, with hands on her hips. "Are we so fragile now?"
"There could have been bystanders, you idiot!"
"THERE WEREN'T ANY, YOU BITCH!"
"What is wrong with you?"
"YOU ARE!"
"I was just warning you about-"
"YOU JUST WANT HIM BACK!"
"What?"
"BUT HE'S MINE NOW!"
"You think that I-?"
"THINK HE'LL CHANGE ME FOR A STUCK-UP, FRIGID DYKE LIKE YOU?"
"I don't-!"
"YOU THINK JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE THOSE TITS AND ASS AND EVERYTHING YOU CAN HAVE ANYONE YOU WANT! BUT I HAVE GREAT TITS AND ASS, TOO! BIGGER AND BETTER!"
"THAT'S NOT-!"
"I DO, TOO, MISS BOOBS-HANGING-OUT!"
"NO! I meant-!"
"HE CHOSE ME!"
"Look, that's not-"
"-SO GET FUCKING LOST!"
"I DON'T WANT HIM BACK! HE-!"
"HE'S MI-!" Power Girl rushed at Wonder Woman again, but the Amazon dove low under her attack, one arm moving between her legs while also grabbing her leading forearm.
Twisting Power Girl about her shoulders, Wonder Woman threw herself to her opposite side and drove the young blonde hard against the cracked pavement. Diana then spun over her opponent's fallen body, and spread apart both of the dazed powerhouse's arms while sitting on her midsection.
"Will you LISTEN?"
"Nothing you say will matter! WE LOVE EACH OTHER!"
"You don't know what-"
"NO, YOU DON'T KNOW!"
Expecting Power Girl to try to propel both upwards, Diana had focused her power on remaining grounded, fixed to the ground, but the powerful young woman had twisted around instead, with strength that surprised the Amazon Princess, reversing their positions despite the inferior leverage. She was nearly as strong as Superman, and at such power levels, much of the Amazon grappling training was rendered ineffective. But Diana still had both legs around Power Girl's torso, and she tightened them into leg-guard while still keeping her wrist-holds.
"STOP THIS! YOU-!"
"AH!" Power Girl laughed. "DON'T LIKE IT WHEN I'M ON TOP?"
The short bespectacled young man hurriedly fumbled with the camera option controls of his cell phone. He had to get pics of the two voluptuous heroines fighting mere feet away from him. He did not even stop to think about any danger as he moved closer, trying to decide whether to get both within frame, or zoom in on particular parts. It was a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The superbabe catfight had to be up on his blog as soon as possible.
Wally West, the Flash, the fastest man alive, raced faster than the eye could see, back towards the twin cities of Central and Keystone, to the JLA transporter, in answer to Batman's summons, when suddenly something blue and unexpected moved in front of him. Surprised, he barely moved aside in time. Without the dampening effects of the Speed Force, inertia would have sent him crashing to his death.
Instantly, the figure in blue moved to face him again, and Flash recognized Zum, from the Hyperclan.
"How about a race?" Zum asked, smiling broadly, too broadly.
Wonder Woman let Power Girl free one of her hands, and as the buxom blonde pulled it back for a punch, the Amazon immediately shifted and attacked. Pulling on the still held arm, she pushed with an extended leg against her opponent's armpit, while her other leg scissored low against the supporting legs, throwing Power Girl to a side, and regaining the upper position with ease.
Controlling the blonde's arms again, Diana leaned down and forward, her face coming as close to the other's as allowed by their respective chests, now pressing on each other. "Just hear me out, will you?"
"Hear WHAT?" Power Girl's eyes were full of furious indignation. "That he's lying? That he only wants to fuck me?"
"Please! That's not it! Protex-"
"Is that all you think I'm good for?"
"Gods! Why would I? Why would anyone?"
"I'm more than just a big pair of tits!"
"Of course! You think I don't-?"
"YOU? Everyone sees YOU as this noble, pure, lofty role-model BESIDES your body, while I'm just a cleavage joke!"
"Don't be ridiculous! Just because you're beautiful doesn't mean-"
"So just one time that it's ME, instead of YOU-!"
"WILL YOU SHUT UP?" Wonder Woman cried out in sheer exasperation before leaning down to kiss her.
Orin, Ruler of Atlantis, jumped a dozen feet up from the sea, to land gracefully on the Metropolis harbor pier, water trailing from his long hair and beard.
He had much to do under the waves. The Justice League summons should better be a real emergency.
"Aquaman, they call you," a voice said. "Yet you can't even turn into water, can you?"
She was tall and muscular, and her dark-skinned body was totally hairless. She had also not been there an instant before, Orin knew, and her mind remained a strange void to his telepathic senses.
"Who are you?"
"Interesting accessory." She moved closer, her eyes on the golden hook replacing his missing hand. "Did it yourself?"
"Answer the question," Orin demanded irritably.
"It's kinky. I like it," Her salacious open-mouthed smile showed her tongue was pierced. "It's the only one?"
Other jewelry decorated ears, brows and nose, and her nearly inexistent clothing made obvious that the large nipples in her equally large breasts were also pierced. Orin looked up uncomfortably from her jostling bosom, and stepped back as she came closer.
"You show me yours and I show you mine?"
"Flash should've been here by now. Everyone should."
"If they aren't answering the communicators, maybe J'onn could-"
"I can't locate J'onn, either."
Superman lifted his head, jaw squared. "It's up to us, then."
Batman had to admit Clark was effortlessly impressive at moments like these.
"Why-Why did you-?" Power Girl began with nervous bafflement several long seconds after Wonder Woman's lips left her own.
"I couldn't slap you without releasing your arms."
"You're a real good kisser," Kara whispered before looking away, blushing fiercely.
"So are you. Can we talk now?"
"I-I guess so."
"Look, I'm sorry about this." Diana let go of Power Girl and rose to her feet. "But we suspect that Protex and the Hyperclan may have less than noble motives-"
"We?" Power Girl stood up as well.
"The JLA. Batman and I-"
"You think they're villains?"
"We aren't sure yet, but they may be responsible for the attack on the orbital station, and may be using mind control-"
"Mind control?"
"Yes, to sway public opinion against us, and to, well, to persuade some of us-"
"Persuade?"
"Protex may-"
"You think he's mind-washing me into-?"
"Well, he's handsome enough not to need it," Diana said, with clear embarrassment. "But I think we both gave in a bit too fast, don't you think?"
"And why did it stop working on YOU?" Power Girl demanded, anger in her eyes.
"Likely my lasso's power helped shield me, but-"
"So he's a villain, then?"
"I'm afraid-"
Power Girl held nothing back, striking with irresistible strength and speed. At such distance, Wonder Woman had nowhere enough time to dodge or defend, barely summoning up the superhuman resilience needed to try withstanding such a blow. But against Power Girl's might, it was not enough. The noise of the impact shattered windows for blocks around, and the unconscious Amazon Princess was thrown high over the cityscape to splash into the waters beyond the harbor, and disappear under the waves.
"He said you would say that," Power Girl spat, while the smiling Protex materialized into visibility close behind her.
PART FOUR: DENTATA
Primaid was even more amazing than Kyle had imagined, and he had been with some rather exceptional women. Her body was perfect in its exaggerated voluptuousness and her hunger was almost frightening in its intensity. She had thrown him on his back with desperate urgency, forcing him to soak his body with the ring's energy, enhancing his physique enough to keep from being crushed by her enthusiastic fury and vast strength. It took much augmentation just to squeeze her large, deceptively soft-looking teats hard enough, as she demanded him to be rougher on her, and Kyle worried instead on how rough she would get on him. It had never been like this with Donna.
He groaned as she took him inside, her sex incredibly tight and hot, seeming to engulf him ravenously, and virtually molding itself to his manhood. He forced himself to focus, and willed the ring to manifest a dozen solid-light hands to caress her as she rode him with nearly savage frenzy, while his body felt limp and useless, aside for his painfully hard erection.
She started groaning guttural noises, perhaps words in some strange language, that soon turned to high cries and gasps, and Kyle was shocked to feel echoes of her pleasure reverberate in his own mind, enhancing his own enjoyment. It grew and grew until she screamed loudly in explosive delight, and Kyle joined her, astounded at having lasted so long, his penis starting to throb with ejaculation. Just then, as Primaid's orgasm peaked, the rows of sharp teeth inside her sex closed mightily around his penis.
Flash ran. Faster and faster.
Zum was always there. Cutting his way, forcing him to deviate more and more from his original destination, until their speeds were such that it was unsafe to even approach inhabited areas.
Wally wondered how the Hyperclan speedster managed to anticipate his motions. He was fast, but not that fast. He did not seem linked to the Speed Force, being rather fast the way Superman was fast. There was no interest in competing, but the longer he took to shake Zum off, the longer Batman's face would be at this delay. The world's fastest man should not be late for meetings.
Flash ran through the desert, straight towards a small opening between two massive rocky formations when he realized that it could be a trap. Zum was obviously herding him towards this place. But instead of risking a last moment turn, he vibrated his whole body, to let his molecules slip through any unseen barrier.
The muscle-bound, gray-skinned being screamed, turning visible, an instant after the Flash had ran through him, the powerful aftershock of the vibrational passage affecting even his powerful frame.
"Oh-my-God!" Flash gasped, stopping and turning around. He recognized the hulking creature as another Hyperclan member, and his first thought was concern, knowing that the alien could have been killed that way. Only then did Flash realize that the intention had likely been the opposite.
Zum had stopped by his fallen teammate, whose enormous shape suddenly seemed to become faint, then translucent. The whole body then appeared to melt and contract for a few seconds before settling back into normalcy.
"Shapeshifter?" Wally muttered, surprised, before a third figure materialized silently behind him and blasted him into unconsciousness.
"Sorry," Aquaman said curtly. "Not interested."
"Not interested?" Her pierced, hairless brows rose in disbelief. "Are you homosexual, then?"
Orin shook his head, trying to dispel the strange buzz gnawing at his mind. "I'm already involved. Now, who-?"
Aquaman sensed the second one's belligerence just an instant before the huge armored shape became visible and tangible behind him. With its speed and power it would have crushed him if he had not jumped aside a fraction of a second before. As the massive fists shattered the pier's surface, Aquaman turned towards the water, seeking a more favorable battle environs, but the woman, grabbed his long hair with surprising speed, and with almost contemptuous strength, she slammed him against a thick concrete pile.
Such a strange, crude telepathy you have, human,< she mindspoke with a sneer, her hand holding Orin in place by the neck. >It's almost attractive in its roughness.<
Release me, or you'll see rough.<
Will you strike a lady, Earth hero?<
Maybe she was ready for the telepathic attack, but the simultaneous blow from muscles that dealt with immense sub-oceanic pressures took her by surprise, and his second punch threw her a dozen feet away, to splash into the water clumsily.
He dove into the water, mind-broadcasting a summons to nearby marine life, knowing he would need all the help he could get, but the armored giant was already there, waiting for him, the mechanics unaffected by the water. Aquaman dodged the first attack, but sensed the female moving into position behind him, and knew that he was being set up between them. He twisted to dive deeper just as the energy beams from their eyes struck him.
"WHAT-FUCK!"
Green plasma exploded from the power ring, violently throwing Primaid away from Kyle.
"Oh, God," he muttered, trembling with shock, grasping what had almost happened. It had been so close. Only Primaid's intimidating aggressiveness had kept him from getting fully lost in the wild sex. Against stereotypes of his Hispanic heritage, he enjoyed being submissive, but it was a whole different thing to feel like the girl was raping him, gorgeous as she may be, and this unease had allowed him to remember about protection at all, making the ring envelop his penis in a layer of fluid green energy, a makeshift condom that had instantly hardened into impenetrability at his instinctive panicked reaction.
"What, lover, no cuddling?" Primaid laughed, flying back towards him. Kyle forgot all about her voluptuous body, chilled by her wide smile full of teeth, teeth that were far too large. He did not want to think about teeth.
"WHAT-WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" he demanded, afraid to look down.
"Oh, this?" Primaid's body grew white in hue, and the cleft between her legs grew larger and larger, revealing huge, vicious-looking teeth that started to ominously snap shut again and again.
"Oh, shit." Kyle grew pale enough to rival her now chalk-white skin. His penis not only lost any remnant of its former erect state, but shriveled into near non-existence in atavistic terror.
"Feel like some oral?" she taunted, while various shapes began to materialize in the air around them.
The black plane crashed into the snow-covered plain of the Antarctic waste, and flames burst high from its twisted metal shape.
There was no need to retrieve the corpse, Protex thought, staring at the burning wreckage of the Batplane, as he casually stood over Superman's fallen body.
PART FIVE: TO THE VICTOR THE SPOILS
Primaid dropped the battered, unconscious Kyle Rayner into the restraining grasp of the Flower of Wrath. The complex open structure already held Aquaman and Flash, and ominous metal spikes at its core told of the deadly prospect of the spread layers closing with its helpless captives, in a multiple-victim version of a medieval iron maiden.
Was it fun?< Protex's thoughts were not shaped in the patterns of any Earth language.
Primaid gestured with a mixture of irritability and amusement. >His use of his... toy was interesting.<
Does it come off?< wondered Armtex, the armored one. >Should we keep it?<
We can make it come off,< Zum offered.
Do not dirty your hands,< Protex stated. >Let the last tool of the Guardians be gone and forgotten.<
What about the females?<
I am not finished with them.<
If it fails with these, the most physically durable females in this world-<
It will not fail.<
Genetic compatibility was only-<
It will not fail,< Protex repeated.
Maybe someone else-< Armtex began.
I AM NOT FINISHED WITH THEM,< Protex stated again, his thoughts textured with warning patterns.
Armtex bowed his head, and his mind projected various forms of formal apology.
I AM WARLORD HERE,< Protex broadcast broadly, mind cold, sharp, and hinting at violence. >Reproduction is my right and duty. MY RIGHT AND DUTY. Any challenger rise up now. NOW.<
The minds in the Citadel adopted well-rehearsed patterns of submissiveness.
Good,< Protex stated. >The Earthlings will soon be impregnated. Others will follow. Our species will endure.<
Protex scanned his kind, and projected his conviction irresistibly. All doubt must vanish. He was Warlord. Only unquestioning obedience would do.
What about the Greener?<
Protex projected both disdain and benevolent indulgence.
You do the turning, you can take it.<
Pain flooded Superman's body inexorably, agony claiming mastery of his every sense, as the kryptonite radiation slowly sapped his strength and life. The glowing chunk of green rock floated in a transparent bubble before his eyes, a death sentence made concrete.
Protex registered Primaid's barely repressed anger and shame as he left for his quarters. She had been his lead consort before reaching Earth, but if miscegenation with the humans succeeded, her status, like that of their other females, would become doubtful.
Protex allowed himself a smile. Despite their limited bodies, these human females had been far more enjoyable mates than he had expected, and if they survived the gestations, would become worthy permanent consorts.
The entrance to his chambers irised open, and he walked in, nudging Power Girl's mind into wakefulness, while discarding his clothes with a shrug and shifting mass to his lower body. She yawned and stretched languorously, her large, bare teats jostling slowly as she rotated in the alcove's null-gravity field to face him.
"Again?" she asked, surprise giving way to joy and anticipation, as eyes moved down eagerly to where he had just shifted significant body-mass. Fixation on such localized drastically-increased proportions for fixed-form beings was amusing, and testing the upper limits of their anatomical compatibility to extreme enhancements was proving very interesting. He was even starting to understand the aesthetic appeal of the permanently oversized mammary glands, besides the erogenous function that her reactions made obvious.
"Again," he agreed, joining her in the null-field. Shifting greater sensory awareness to where her mouth started to work, he wondered how many others among the female Earth metahumans could compare in endurance and enthusiasm.
Perhaps it was time to broaden the sampling.
The security drones converged on the dark-clad figure, only to fall, inactive, victims to the short-range electromagnetic pulse emitted by a small, belt-mounted device. Their deactivation would be noticed, the man knew, and he fled into the shadows of the vast complex.
J'onn J'onzz had know the history. But he had refused to judge through ethnic stereotype, and past grievances. They also were the only others remaining, and hope had been stronger than caution.
He had been mistaken.
His mind reeled under the multiple-front assault; skillful defenses slowly beginning to crumble under crude tactics fueled by long-frustrated instincts, by the strength of racial desperation. Their will to dominate hammered at him with violent need, demanding compliance, demanding aggressively his shifting into what Earth humans would call a female.
"AH-! AAH! Don't-! NO!" she gasped, fighting the approaching climax, as his tension told her he was about to climax as well. "Not inside me! The time of-"
Protex thrust harder and deeper into Power Girl, his already oversized member becoming even much larger inside her trembling body, mercilessly stretching her tight, drenched confines, instantly stopping all her complaints, making her arch her back in painful delight. Her powerful inner muscles clenched around him, and he grunted with satisfaction. His fingers stretched to fully encompass all of each abundant teat in his grasp, roughly squeezing the firm flesh, yet never losing the rhythm of their frantic mating. He was close to his real culmination, the build-up of his seed finally ready to fill the buxom blonde human.
WARLORD. EXCUSE ME.<<
WHAT?<< Protex's anger at the interruption cast a powerful mental wave that reached Power Girl thru the subtle link of their mating. With a breathless gasp, Power Girl lost control and climaxed violently.
WHAT IS IT?<< Protex repeated, his anger taking deeper and more complex textures in his mind, feeling the concentration needed for the complex art of true breeding vanishing. The spasming sex of the human around his member gave him intense pleasure, but the necessary cusp had been sidestepped.
There is an intruder,<< the telepathic presence stated along with complex structures of apology. >>Security drones were attacked and disabled in-<<
DEAL WITH IT, THEN!<<
It may be the one called Batman.<<
JUST A HUMAN? A POWERLESS HUMAN? DEAL WITH IT!<<
"Oh, Protex," Karen gasped weakly. "That was- was-"
"Was just starting," Protex said, withdrawing his member with a rough tug. It was easy to perform and enjoy recreational sex with the humans, but the much higher state of physical and mental excitement needed for actual breeding was harder to achieve. Reaching it again so soon would be difficult, unless he raised the stakes of the coupling.
"God! I don't-! I don't think I can stand much more!" Power Girl laughed.
"You will. You both will."
Primaid stared at the bound Kryptonian. His eyes were closed and his powerful body quivered with tension, as pain filled his awareness, pain born not of the rare radioactive material he believed kept him powerless, but of the powerful telepathic coercive-implant Protex bade her to maintain. As long as he believed in the presence of Kryptonite, Superman would remain helpless.
Her mind examined his powerful will, now turned against him, making his strength of belief his downfall, and found the mental structure attractive despite its basic stability, much like his physical body was as mighty as those of her kind despite its unchanging shape.
Perhaps her interest was born out of anger. Perhaps she felt like striking back at her kind, for the way she, and the others who preferred female gender, were now marginalized by Protex, in his infatuation with the fixed-form human females, and by all the other males, in their hope of turning the Greener. All because of their obsession with breeding.
She found disgusting the idea of their kind becoming a hybrid species, mixed with the inferior genetics of the humans, metapowered or not. Even the degraded Greener line would be better. It was repulsive.
She scanned again the Kryptonian's firm, unyielding mind, and decided she could indulge in disgusting trans-species acts as well. Her clothes vanished and she reached for Superman's red briefs.
He had chosen the name A-Mortal, to mock the brief, flimsy lives of humans, taking on the ghoulish motifs of their symbols of death. But he would not release the human from life easily. It would be slow. The delay in discovery caused by some kind of mechanical mind-shielding would correspond to how prolonged the torture would be before his demise.
He would find the measure of this human who dared to tread among the gods. He would test this Batman.
"What now?" Karen asked as Protex led her through the portal, into the adjoining room.
"A surprise," Protex said, and bade Power Girl towards the opaque spherical field in the room's center. At his mental command, the field's energy shifted, and its contents became visible.
"Wonder Woman?" Power Girl asked, shocked at seeing the unconscious Amazon Princess floating in the null-gravity field, hands and legs bound in outstretched positions by massive mechanical restrains. "What-?"
"Something to spice things up," Protex said.
"But you said-"
"She had to be brought here, for her own good."
"Her own good? But why-?"
"She was irrational in her opposition, you know that. She made up ridiculous fabrications, lies. We need to show her the truth."
"Show her the truth-?" Power Girl frowned, bothered by the ideas sliding so easily into her mind, by how it made perfect sense to make Wonder Woman captive for her own good and that of the world. She always hated how everyone was captivated by that holier-than-thou, oh-so-noble attitude, and longed to take the bitch down from her pedestal. So fighting her, getting physical with her at last, had been a long-awaited release. But then, fighting each other was commonplace in their community; misunderstandings and all that abounded very conveniently. Yet seeing the Amazon now, unconscious and bound, bothered her, even if she wanted to believe Protex. She wanted desperately to believe.
"I don't-"
"Will you help me show her the truth, Karen?" Protex asked softly, and his voice made her legs weak.
"Help? How-?"
"Go, dear, and lick her cunt."
PART SIX: THREE'S COMPANY
Primaid could not excite the Kryptonian's mind directly, as she had done with the Green Lantern; not without the risk of weakening the Kryptonite illusion's power. She had to do it physically. Kneeling before his sitting figure, Primaid freed his soft penis, and began to work at changing its state with hands, tongue and lips.
She did not like it, for many reasons. Protex's words were grating, and she always hated being told what to do. She was still uncomfortable with finding Wonder Woman prisoner, despite how sensibly he could explain it. And also, she wondered why he had to involve the Amazon at all. Wasn't she enough for him?
"Go on, Karen," Protex whispered in her ear, before biting softly on its soft lobe, while his hands again caressed the abundance of her bosom. "Look at her, at her magnificent, perfect body. Isn't she beautiful?"
"Oh, she is," she agreed, staring at the elegant, long legs, the gracefully curved hips leading to an incredibly slender waist, the large, round breasts bound high by her tight bustier, and the angelical face framed in long, luxuriously shiny black hair. "She's gorgeous. The bitch."
"You want to taste her sweet cunt, don't you?"
Power Girl gritted her teeth, and nodded.
Smiling, Protex gently pushed her forward into the null-gravity field, between the Amazon's spread legs, while grabbing onto the blonde's hips from behind, to roughly caress the muscular upper thighs and round buttocks. "Go on," he insisted. "Do it."
She hesitated for an instant, before reaching out to spread the Amazon's legs wider apart. She flinched involuntarily at first touching the silken smoothness of the shapely thighs, but then grabbed the fabric of the blue, star-patterned bottom with firm resolution, and pulled it to a side of the prominent mound. The exposed sex was crowned by softly curling black hair carefully trimmed into the shape of a letter "W", and despite her growing unease, Karen snorted back a contemptuous laugh. It was just like the arrogant, pretentious bitch.
"Do it," Protex repeated, behind her, and his touch made her nerves burn anew. Shifting forward, she let her tongue reach for the Amazon's exposed labia.
A-Mortal tried to broadcast a call for help, but his mind could not pierce his own panic. He stumbled back, only to fall painfully as a brutal kick took his legs out from under him. He tried to look up, and a knee struck his face.
The taste was sweet, and spicy, and many other things she could not define. It was intoxicating, and drove Power Girl to kiss, lick, suck and nibble the Amazon's sex with greater and greater urgency. She had never tried lesbian sex before, and never imagined it could be so exciting. She was drenched again, and Protex easily entered her from behind, making her gasp at the added source of pleasure.
Wanting to share the delight of being penetrated, Karen pushed her index finger into Wonder Woman's sex, finding surprising resistance, even to her superpowered digit. Though still unconscious, the Amazon tensed against the intrusion instinctively, and she was so tight that Power Girl's finger actually hurt when trying to inch deeper inside than its second joint. Karen wondered if maybe the Amazon was not as much of a slut as some said, as surely she could not be that tight having taken Darkseid, or the Shaggy Man, or half the villains everyone gossiped about regarding her.
Wonder Woman moaned softly and squirmed in her unwilling sleep as Power Girl began to slide her finger in and out, while licking and sucking hungrily the swelling clitoris, which emerged from its hood with shy enthusiasm. Amazed by the bud's size and responsiveness, Karen gently nibbled on it, and as the Amazon shuddered in response, she drove another finger into her sex, probing with two digits now, all the way to their knuckles. Still unconscious, Wonder Woman began to rock her hips forward, pushing against Karen's fingers and mouth.
Maybe she was that much of a slut after all.
Primaid licked and sucked with rabid hunger the rigid erection of the Kryptonian, feeling frustration grow. It had immediately answered her ministrations, swelling to much greater size and hardness, but though she keep caressing it with all the ability that her shapeshifting power gave her tongue, mouth and throat, the Kryptonian failed to grow excited beyond a certain point, staying far removed from culmination. She had not wanted him to climax in her mouth or hands, yet felt challenged by his resistance and the refusal to yield to her skill and power. She wondered at the meaning of the word 'Lois' that his mind shaped again and again, but a deep probe would imperil the integrity of the Kryptonite illusion that kept him controlled.
She decided to persist, and reshaped mouth and throat ingeniously around his rampant member.
Protex thrust violently into Power Girl with savage, unrelenting strength, increasing his size and girth with every thrust, and drinking eagerly of the mixture of pleasure and pain that filled her mind. Yet she continued licking, sucking, and fingering with equal enthusiasm the unconscious, dark-haired woman trembling before them. The blonde struggled to keep up with both fronts, and her multiple-nuanced lust excited Protex even more, helping him rush toward true orgasm, to the culmination of the breeding process.
Once he had impregnated this one, he would free Wonder Woman from the mind-scrambler, so she would be fully aware when he continued with her.
Power Girl pushed back eagerly against him, her hard, round buttocks trembling with rising pleasure, while she thrust four fingers violently into Wonder Woman. Protex then projected into her mind the suggestion to try more, to attempt driving her whole fist into the tight Amazon Princess, his excitement and hers growing even higher with such an idea. But as he groaned with the upcoming release, and his thrusting multiplied its power and speed, Power Girl lost the focus needed to further work on Wonder Woman, and the ecstatic blonde hugged the other woman's loins to her face, drowning a scream of pleasure into her sex.
WARLORD!<<
Protex cursed loudly in multiple mental levels, his concentration broken. His penis, buried deep inside Power Girl, ejaculated powerfully, filling her with jism, but the genetic material contained instantly broke down into inertness as his focused will, needed to keep the seed viable outside his body, was compromised by the external distraction.
MOST HUMBLE APOLOGIES,<< expressed several mental presences, falling into the most servile structures of submission.
WHAT THE FUCK?<< Protex roared mentally, surprising his followers with the Earth colloquialism.
A-Mortal is missing, Warlord.<<
WHAT?<<
He went after a possible intruder, but then vanished-<<
FIND HIM!<<
He will not reply. His mind seems blank and cannot be placed.<<
FIND HIM! AND FIND THIS INTRUDER! AND DO NOT INTERRUPT ME AGAIN!<<
Primaid cursed deeply in many mental aberrative forms. The Kryptonian refused to surrender to the delight of her oral caresses, just like he refused to give in to the believed deadliness of the Kryptonite he perceived. Perhaps his resolve to resist was one, as his will to survive extended to his sexual state. Primaid felt a flash of admiration for his power of mind, and become even more aroused.
She decided to forget her pride. If she could not make him grow more excited with her skills, she would take advantage of the quite acceptable state he had already achieved. It would be lamentable to let his mighty virility be wasted.
She rose and straddled him, labia spreading like a blooming flower, taking him inside.
After the failed exertions, attempting the breeding again would demand much greater mental and physical stimulation, Protex knew. He doubted the blond human would suffice. His mind reached out, and the spikes of sheer light piercing Wonder Woman's head, visible only to a telepath, withdrew partially, releasing the Amazon's struggling consciousness.
Her mind screamed with fury, but the scrambler still denied her control of non-autonomic functions, and her mouth and body were detached from all conscious will. Continuing to thrust mightily into the gasping Power Girl, he allowed his body to revert to its natural shape, and the horror in the Amazon's mind at seeing his white-hued true form was sweet delight, igniting his arousal anew.
Unquestioning his mental urging, and encouraged by his powerful thrusts, Power Girl slid up Wonder Woman's body, to press their torsos together, and lean into a hungry, passionate kiss. Protex allowed the Amazon's body to react instinctively to the caress, and laughed at her voiceless protests. The combination of her futile resistance and multi-layered outrage with Power Girl's oblivious and eager acceptance was delicious, and just what he needed to again reach breeding-level excitement.
His spine lengthened, forming a long tail with dorsal bony knobs. Withdrawing his phallus from Power Girl's sex, he halted her frustrated protests by placing this other lengthy appendage against both her and Wonder Woman's vaginas, and rubbing them powerfully with its knobby ridge. Power Girl gasped in response, hugging Wonder Woman's body tighter and rubbing their chests together in feverish arousal. Taking advantage of the momentary diversion, Protex willed more mass to his throbbing phallus so it swelled thicker and thicker, until finally, with a wet noise, it split into two different shafts of equal size, one above the other.
Pulling back his tail from the women's loins, he moved closer to the entwined woman before him, positioning his dual endowment against their respective vaginas. Breeding both at once would be a suitable challenge.
WARLORD!<<
WHAT NOW?<<
WE FOUND A-MORTAL! HE WAS DEFEATED!<<
WHAT YOU MEAN DEFEATED? WHO-?<<
MUST BE THE ONE CALLED BATMAN! HE LEFT A NOTE ON A-MORTAL! CLAIMS TO KNOW OUR TRUE-!<<
IT'S JUST A MAN! A HUMAN! FIND HIM! MAKE HIM PAY! AND DO NOT DARE INTERRUPT ME AGAIN!<<
PART SEVEN: WITH A SINGLE STONE
The human stood in the middle of the storage area. Some kind of mechanical device was being used to cloak his mental presence, but the oily stench of his flesh was easy to follow with their enhanced senses, despite the jumble of multiple chemicals in the enclosure's air.
They surrounded the doomed creature, and Tronix allowed her female aspect to vanish, changing instead to a more visually aggressive male form, expecting the frighten the human further.
But the human called Batman just smiled.
With a grunt of satisfaction, Protex pushed both of his members into their respective targets: two of the most powerful and desired women on Earth, destined to be his concubines, to bear his offspring. He laughed as anger and revulsion filled Wonder Woman's mind, along with ridiculous concern for Power Girl, and thrust harder and faster, delighting in the subtle differences in the two women's bodies as he possessed them; the wanton desire in one contrasted brightly with the other's furious indignation, making his own excitement grow.
Sense how your fellow human joyfully yields to me, Diana,<< Protex mentally told Wonder Woman, linking her perceptions to Power Girl's feverish delight. >>Feel it. Share it. Taste her pleasures. Envy her mindless surrender.<<
She voicelessly cursed him, fighting to regain control of her body. Refusing to accept her being conquered, her being mastered by his power. Her futile willful resistance made her body's response even sweeter.
You two are the first, but there will be others,<< Protex taunted. >>Your world has more females capable of surviving the mating and hosting of our brood. Mary Marvel. Troia. Supergirl. I have approached them already. They will soon join you as my mates!<<
Wonder Woman screamed, her fury almost breaking the mental bounds denying her control of her body; almost.
Protex laughed.
He would not give in to the pleasure.
Primaid bounced furiously on the Kryptonian's lap, her mind raging in frustration, and her sex became both mouth and vagina in its skilled ministrations, sucking, clasping and squeezing with wild, inhuman intensity. He would be his. She wondered if his impervious flesh would endure her orgasmic nether-bite.
Suddenly, she was thrown away violently, and struck a wall loudly before collapsing to the floor, dazed.
"There was no real Kryptonite, was there?"
Primaid stared, as the Kryptonian stood up, his mind free.
"My apologies, miss," Superman added, as he pulled his clothing back into place, his face reddening with mild embarrassment. "But I can't cheat on my wife. I won't. No matter how."
Protex groaned loudly, his complex senses absorbed in the delights of his human mates, of their delicious flesh and minds. His excitement had grown almost to the point of release, and his twin phallus had grown and shifted inside them along with his rising fervor, growing knobs and ridges and cilia to stimulate their sensible vaginas even more dramatically. Only the containment of the null-field allowed their frenzied mating to escalate without wrecking their surroundings, but at that point Protex would have not cared about such trivialities.
Power Girl's joy was a pulsing star echoing in his mind, her multiple orgasms overwhelming her senses, as she trembled, eyes-closed in the common embrace, oblivious to his true shape as he violently pounded her from behind. In contrast, Wonder Woman was a black hole of furious denial, her body soaking up pleasure without hint of any physical limit, her tension growing towards the event horizon of her climax, while her mind refused to acknowledge his mastery of her flesh.
The final explosion of Wonder Woman's orgasm was a nova that pushed Protex over the brink, and he roared his culmination both vocally and telepathically.
"YES! OH, YES! YOU ARE MINE, DIANA! MINE!"
NO! NO! NO-! GASOLINE!<<
FIRE! FIRE!<<
NO! PAIN! BATMAN! FIRE! HELP!
FIRE! PAIN! FIRE! HELP! HELP ME!<<
NOOOOOOOO!<<<
Protex shook, dazed by the sudden, violent intrusion of the three panicked minds into his, by the mixture of disbelief, fear and pain, that totally shattered his concentration.
He staggered back clumsily, both rigid members noisily sliding out of their respective female vaginas, still throbbing and dripping copious ejaculate, which, like that just pumped into the trembling bodies of the women, was now useless, lifeless fluid.
WHAT THE-?<<
With superhuman speed and strength, a fist struck his face before he could finish articulating his thoughts. His flailing body flew through half a dozen walls before impacting against a large metal support strut, twisting it like wet dough.
The nude blonde stood with fists clenched and teeth gritted in the middle of the room from which Protex had been ejected, the null-field vanishing in weak sparks around her.
"WHOSE NAME DID YOU FUCKING YELL JUST NOW, YOU ASSHOLE?"
Holding three members of the Justice League, the Flower of Wrath was ready, awaiting only for the capture of the man called Batman. But Primaid now flew, invisible and intangible, towards its controls. She could not risk the liberations of these prisoners; they would die now. Reaching for the lever, she became tangible.
Superman threw her across the room, having tracked her through the infrared spectrum. His heat vision hit the control panel, and the machinery exploded, making the dazed Primaid recoil instinctively from the flaming fragments thrown about.
"Damn, that was close," Flash muttered, as he vibrated out of the now-inactive contraption, to help free his fellow captives.
Kyle Rayner staggered out of his holding crèche, before his ring shielded him in green energy, just as energy beams sprang from Primaid's eyes at them. "What the fuck-?"
"They are Martians," Batman said, jumping down from an overhead opening in the vaulted roof slab. He pointed at Primaid. "Lantern, you get her. Use fire."
Kyle Rayner swallowed hard, before nodding.
"You're late," Superman told Batman.
"I know. Traffic."
PART EIGHT: HELL HATH NO FURY
Protex reached out with his mind again, seeking the holds in Power Girl's mind he had previously seized. But he only found the impervious surface of her anger, and his probes slid off ineffectively. Once she set her mind, his power was not enough to budge it.
She struck him again.
Kyle stared at the chalk-white figure with its flailing tail and multiple fang-lined crevices, as she turned to face him, hissing in some unknown language.
Never again, he decided. Never, ever again.
At least not in the first date.
NOOOOOO-!<<
J'onn J'onzz shattered his bindings, as his opponents fell to the floor, forms shifting against their will. Breasts grew and hips curved while their minds screamed their disbelief in many obscene mental structures.
The sudden mental flash as Batman had used fire to defeat three of the so-called Hyperclan had been enough. J'onn struck back at them, through their very own structures of assault.
Most of the wall flew apart, and Superman walked into the room.
"J'onn?" he asked, watching the obviously female aliens staggering on the floor. "What-?"
J'onn shrugged. "If you'll excuse my colloquialism... I 'out-macho-ed' them."
Protex let his flesh shift under Power Girl's rush, and trapping her arms, he expanded his torso to trap her, to coat her head in his living, malleable flesh.
Will need more than that to defeat me, human.<<
Something grabbed him then from behind and tore him off from the woman, throwing him down to the floor.
"I think the two of us will be enough," Wonder Woman said.
Martian ships landed in the capitol cities of Earth's most important countries. But Earth was ready for them. Under the instructions of the Justice League, all local armies and even civilians populations were ready. Like their ancestors had, they wielded fire, and prevailed.
"I thought you were, ah, you know, the last..."
"The last of my kind?" J'onn let no emotion show in his voice. It was easy for him. Speech was a redundant conceit for a telepathic species, but he had grown to enjoy even such contact with his fellow Leaguers. "So did I."
"But, well, they-," Kyle fumbled again, trying not to look at the unconscious white-skinned Martians fallen and bound at their feet. "You don't-"
"Minor ethnic differences. Not that it stopped them from waging wars of ethnic discrimination in Old Mars. They were atavists, discriminating against their Green brothers, while focusing on the surface skills of flesh-shifting instead of the higher ways of mental evolution. They were exiled from our planet ages ago." I did not think any White Martians still existed."
"Why not?" Aquaman asked. "Wouldn't they have just raised their own culture elsewhere?"
J'onn shook his head for their benefit. "They would not. My kind made sure the White Ones would not propagate and become a menace."
"Hell," Kyle said. "They did seem a menace here."
Aquaman frowned. "What do you mean your kind 'made sure'?"
J'onn let the sadness show now. "Potentially, we all could be male or female. Upon reaching adulthood and choosing a life partner, each individual would chose a gender depending on their personalities. Few ever chose to change it later, but we all could become female and give birth if necessary. The White Ones... they no longer can."
"They can't?"
"They may change genders, and have recreational sex, I suppose. But my people blocked their genetic structures. Even if as males they could function, none could ever become a fertile female."
As one, the Justice League stared at J'onn J'onzz.
"My kind felt it was the only way. But yes. We did sterilize a whole race."
EPILOGUE: CAUGHT BETWEEN THE MOON AND...
Power Girl shifted uneasily on her feet as Wonder Woman approached her.
Recognizing the tension, Diana stopped two paces away. She turned to look out the panoramic windows of the Watchtower, the new lunar headquarter of the Justice League.
"You chose the reserves," Diana said after a while.
Power Girl grunted in assent.
"I think we should talk."
"I don't."
"You don't have to-"
"No."
Diana looked down, and breathed deeply.
"My tests came negative. Yours-?"
Power Girl took a long time to finally nod.
"Good. I was worried for a while."
"I'd rather not talk about it."
Diana walked a pace closer. "Karen, it's better if you-"
"I said I'd rather not talk about it."
"As long as it-"
"Nothing happened."
"If you-"
"Nothing happened!"
"Karen, nobody else needs to know, but denying it-"
"I fucking said I didn't wanna talk about it!"
Diana sighed, and turned back to stare at the globe of Earth, shinning with reflected light through the windows.
"It's ok if you enjoyed it, you know. I did, too."
Power Girl turned to stare at her.
Diana continued: "He was pretty good, wasn't he?"
Power Girl continued to stare.
"There's nothing wrong with that," Diana added. "You thought he was a hero-"
"But he wasn't!"
"I was deceived, too. At first. But he-"
"He was a damn, hideous alien monster!"
"Yeah. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't have enjoyed the sex. I did. Even that last time."
"He used me! He-"
"You learn from it. You grow. There's no need for guilt."
"Guilt? I don't feel guilt! I'm pissed! At him, at-"
"At yourself?"
"Yeah, and at you, too! You-"
"Good. Anger is good. Learn to channel it wisely."
"Channel it?"
"Was he your first?"
"What?"
"Your first villain?"
Power Girl started back. "Damn, so you do-?"
"We are not ordinary people, Karen."
"Well, no, but-"
"We face extraordinary challenges. So we also have extraordinary sex. We must keep the proper perspective on that."
"Perspective?"
"You-We had sex with Protex. And it was good, very good. I enjoyed that, especially since you were part, too-"
"Look, I don't-"
"-But we won at the end. He was defeated. That was good. And we aren't in love with him just because he made us climax, are we?"
"Hell, no!"
"Then it isn't important. We won. Earth was safe. There were no... undesirable consequences. That's all that matters, no?"
Power Girl remained silent, staring at the window, not watching anything.
"Yes," she sighed at last.
"Um?"
"He was my first. Villain, that is."
"Ah, thought so."
"He was really good, though."
"Oh, yes."
"Really, really good. How could he-?"
"But I've had better."
Power Girl turned back to Wonder Woman, eyebrows raised.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Uh, villains-?"
"Yes." Diana smiled. "Much, much better."
Power Girl looked down, nervous. Her cheeks reddened.
"Ah... then maybe we should... talk, after all. Just a bit, I mean...."
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