Hello All, Apologies for my absences, In December I had the death of a close family member and have had trouble getting my "mojo" back together with my "muses". I am not completely happy with this chapter, I tried to edit it myself. Still I hope you will enjoy and perhaps comment at
More to come, were about ½ way thru what I want to write.
Hunter of the Amazon
Chapter 27
Sheena walked besides the king's large black stallion, feeling the air against her bare skin, and the dirt under her bare feet and gazing at the sleek, lathered, glossy black rump of his stallion. The stallion responded to the king's every whim now that Sheenah has used her powers to give the beast a fierce loyalty and training to the king. As she walked along completely naked, a collar on her neck, with a leash attaching her to the king, as his caravan progressed across the savannah she had to admit, as different as he life had become, it was not half bad. She no longer risked her life daily, and even as humiliating as it could be, the physical pleasure of sex was great and the animals were benefitting, even the standard of living had improved, all because she had consented to support this king. She paused as one of the large Zambuli warriors that served as a guard, slipped a firm arm around her and slipped his fingers casually within her sex as they walked. She blushed as his fingers deformed and parted the soft moist folds as he masturbated her openly out in the open where anyone could see, and she could feel her body responding, her nipples hardening, and her juices flowing down her legs. It struck her she was no different from an animal, and was mildly surprised she really was not embarrassed any more. The thought that the king had won and gotten away with murder and slavery and rape…arousing her because she was the one being raped.
Sheena closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the shoulder of the large grinning guard feeling his warm skin against her bare back, and blushed as more or her own juices ran down her thighs while he made firm circles around her clit playing with her. Her hands slid up his sweaty outer thighs, and she noticed a second guard watching with a smirk on his face. In response she moved her heels apart and pressed her groin up against the probing fingers to give him a better view.
Sheena groaned like a lioness, closing her eyes as the unnamed guard pleasured her on the open savannah. The Zambulis that had supported her, were now the King's personal guard. Otwani, together with Wonder Woman's arch nemesis, Cheetah, Had personally watched as they made Sheena summon a pack of cheetahs to hunt and maul Chief Haromba, to death, and then drag his carcass off where they consumed him leaving any remains for the vultures. By the time the hungry animals were done, there was not even a toe nail left, and of course Sheena, summoning the cheetah pack at the direction of her master made her complicit.
The huge male behind her moved his hand to firmly grip a bare breast, causing milk to squirt over his hand, his finger slipped in and out of her body and the Jungle Queen did not make the slightest protest. The Zambuli had been leaderless, and turned to their Shaman who quickly declared that the old assassinated king, Jabalani, had been illegitimate, and that Cheetah was their new Goddess, though it helped that Sheen opened her legs and allowed the Shaman to screw her brains out. Sheena had been pleasantly surprised to find out that the old shaman could be so...passionate in the grasses of the plains. After that, once the Zambuli warriors found out they had unfettered no strings attached access to Sheena, they quite willingly joined her enemy.
With a shudder Sheena allowed the climax the man was giving her to wash over her, a groan of pleasure escaping her as the former jungle queen was finger fucked by the stranger. At King Otwani's bidding, because her powers were associated with animals, she was treated more like an animal or a pet then a person. What bothered her was, she rather liked it. After the orgasm passed, she took a deep breath to slow her pulse and turned, smiling up with half lidded eyes up at him, her hand slipping down under his loin cloth to slide her palm against the man's equipment, feeling the firm thickness above the soft moist scrotum. She remembered this one, this had been Delan, he had been a boy in the village, grown into a fine, and from the feel of the meat in her hand LARGE, man.
The huge black man smiled down and with a thick accent said "Feel better now white wench?"
Sheena leaned up to accept a deep kiss, the man's tongue pressing into her mouth as she suckled hungrily on it. She had gotten quite good at this. She had never considered how a man's tongue could be unique. This one had a thicker tongue, long enough to lick her tonsils, it has a slightly smoother texture then most and was very wet, as she pressed her lips around his tongue, sucking it dry and swallowing as he broke the kiss and withdrew it from her mouth. Massaging his cock under his loincloth she nodded, biting her lower lip, her whole body blushing "Yes, thank you…do you want me to..." she gently squeezed his firm length in her palm, sliding her hand up and down along the length.
The Guard smirked smiling up to his king mounted on his black charger "No…I am on duty, but I will see you tonight….Be gone with you shameless harlot"
Sliding her arms around his neck, she gave him another deep kiss, and caught her breath, sliding her hands down his chest so her palms caressed his nipples, she turned with a wink, and began walking, feeling the coolness of her own juiced plastering her legs and thighs. Now that she had delivered Otwani's children, the King no longer cared who "knocked her up" so as a bonus to his loyal guard, her bed had been moved into the Guard's barracks. Sheena was having trouble remembering why she had resisted this all these years. Some nights she would make love to 30 or 40 different men. That equated to 60 or 80 orgasms a day. She felt less tense and more refreshed then she could ever remember. Sure, some of the men she did not care for…some were not attractive, some were rougher than other, Some received permission from Otwani to put her in her animal form and service their livestock and most were not interested in her mind at all...but they all had cocks and with the lights out the climaxes were the same.
She remembered walking toward the King's Audience chamber, she had passed the trophy room, where many of her animal acquaintances now resided on a wall their heads stuffed with sawdust. In the center, her own animal skin clothing stood with Otwani's trophy plate identifying it as such. Sheena was now completely used to being naked 24/7. People called her names, but it was with affection. Sheena did not have to worry about her children, the twins by Otwani were living in luxury, the Boy, Otwani Jr, was showing signs of controlling animals, like his mother, while the girl, Zendala, had displayed the ability to transform INTO animals, without the need for the mystic charm necklace and both were being raised with the best of care by the king and Queen. Any subsequent human children Sheena had would be adopted by high income families who wanted "trophy" children, while any ANIMALS she were impregnated by, would be released into the wild to help save the species.
Otwani was turning out to be 10 times the king his brother was. With the Continent of Africa now United under his rule, the economy around the world was booming. True to his word, huge areas of conservation had been set aside and the endangered species were on the rise. The Trophy hunters were paying hundreds of millions of dollars to have Sheena summon an endangered species so they could dispatch it, but that allowed the research and controls to bring the species back from extinction. Groveling and debasing herself at the feet of the King and Queen seemed a small price to pay.
Otwani had methodically eradicated any hint of his older brother, Jabalani. He had even desecrated the grave, having the carcass" as he called it, dug up and fed to the wart hogs. On the Horizon a familiar house appeared, one that gave Sheena a chill. As they arrived, her fears were confirmed when recognized a man, a poacher…. John Webelhause, standing in front of what had once been his abandoned mansion. The mansion was a flurry of activity as workers were bringing it back to its former spender. The portly man had a generous paunch in front, and stood in a pair of Khaki shorts and a button down khaki shirt that the buttons strained at the button holes to contain his generous belly. He was an interdimensional poacher of not only animals, but people. He reveled in dispatching the last of an endangered species and males, calling himself a "Bush Poacher" he would take the females of whatever males he killed, and make them serve as his harem, "Poaching their Bush" as he would say. He had spent years trying to Poach Magramba, the largest tiger in Africa and one of the last of the great tigers, often called King of the Tigers. Sheena had stopped him each time, he had also fancied poaching her.
Moving into the mansion, the King and Queen took a seat and Sheena knelt at their feet, pausing to place a kiss on the top of each of their foot as she could feel John's eyes on her naked body. The King's feet always had a slightly tinny taste and a musky scent, while the Queen's skin was smooth, with a sweeter flavor and a musty earthy scent. When she leaned forward to kiss Otwani's right foot she felt the king detach the animal leash to her collar and was aware of giving the portly poacher a perfect view of her bare ass, her smooth tight cunt nestled between her thighs, still soaked from her own fluids. After abject reverence to the king and queen the bare skinned young woman leaned back, her tight ass on her bare heels, hands palms up on her thighs and chest forward, her head bowed.
She heard the poacher whistle "wow that was a beautiful sight"
Sheena knelt in the large room, and felt Otwani gently stroke her hair as if she were a pet "Yes, the Jungle Queen has been put in her place, permanently. Sheena do you know who this is?"
Sheena kept her eyes down, her nipples hardening some as she felt her sex dripping between her thighs "Yes sire…John Webelhause." She glanced up. The walls she had personally stripped of their animal trophies, were restored, with every head, every tusk back in its place. On one wall…held mythical creatures from a dimension called "Eternia" A man's head with blond hair labeled "He man" Beside it, a large green tiger's head with a tag under it which read "Battle Cat" a corresponding green and black striped hide nailed to the wall, and a well preserved saddle and cat Brading. Next to that was the head of a Unicorn, the tag read "Swiftwind" with 2 crossed swords beneath it, and on the floor, a pure white horse hide. Crowning the trophy, was a white dress and tiara, and another uniform that looked like some kind of peregrine falcon with its head dress read "She-Ra" and "The Sorceress"
The poacher took a step forward "You stupid bitch, do you know how long I was in prison..."
Otwani held up a hand "Mr. Webelhause, please remember our agreement, Sheena is going to make recompense for her transgressions….you will be well compensated for your time, you may do what you wish with her except BREAK her." He looked down at the kneeling white woman "Sheena do you remember what he was in jail for?"
Sheena blushed "Yes Sire, he wished to shoot Magramba, the king of the tigers, this is his house, a house full of poached endangered animals and he tried to rape me in the temple of Nintur." He Trapped and killed Tembo, my elephant, for his head and tusks." She pointed up at the far wall where the noble elephant's now glass eyes stared, its head stuffed with Saw Dust
Otwani smiled gently and held the leash out to John. Smiling like a Cheshire cat it took it and, sitting down on a couch, leaning back with his elbows over the back of the soft leather, snapped his fingers and whistled. Responding to the prompt Sheena crawled to the poacher's feet on all 4's and sat leaning against his leg. "Yes, John, we have located each of your trophies, including that daft Elephant, and returned them to you, together with your mansion and lands, She-ra and that Sorceress were placed in an asylum and are likewise being returned to you.
John looked down his side. His legs stretched out in front of him, at the beautiful naked blonde clutching around his leg, he had been so close to raping her, tying her to the alter of Nintur with ropes so tight they had bitten into her soft flesh. He had gotten her to beg him not to rape her, it aroused him just to think of the holier than thou heroine, made his loins stir…He was within moments of mounting her, with Magramba entering into his trap, he would have had that tiger's hide on his floor right now, when Sheena and her Conservation officer allies burst in on him, warned by some dammed bird, and stopped him. "How do I know this is legit?'
Otwani leaned back and offered the poacher an open hand. Sheena sighed she knew what was required of her. Without a word she shifted her weight, John was overweight, but not morbidly so. She had to use one hand to lift his pot belly to get at the belt and zipper of his khaki shorts. The stomach was heavy but warm and soft, and despite herself Sheena felt herself getting wet at the thought of the coming act.
John looked nervous as he felt his shorts opened, but he was impressed at how practiced the Jungle Queen was as he felt her fingers curl around the waist band of his tighty whiteys.
Otwani cocked his head "Did you wish some privacy to rape her John?" he smiled as he watched Sheena's smooth naked back arching as she reached into the man's shorts with the palm of her hand to gently massage his balls.
John drew in a breath as the Jungle Queen palmed his sac gently and shook his head "No…I will rape her but I want to do it in Nintur's Temple over Magramba's dead body, but I will take some relief from that mouth of hers.
Beneath John's belly Sheena allowed herself to be impressed. John was many things, a poacher, a killer, a rapist, but he was also extremely well endowed. His moist uncircumcised cock stood out a solid 10 inches. Warm and moist n her hand she gently curled her fingers around to pull down the foreskin exposing the deep purple glans. She found herself staring at the fat cock, his warm balls were moist and his length extending from a nest of thick brown pubic hair. When he had captured her before, she had made fun that it was not much of a threat, but she had to admit, that was something else John could be proud of.
The poacher was genuinely surprised as he felt Sheena's hand caressing and playing with his manhood. She was openly staring between his legs with a faraway look on her face and was treating his genitals gently and with a respectful reverence. "I see you finally appreciate what a cock is for, and the meaning of a DOMINANT male.
Knowing what was required, Sheena nodded and blushed a deep red as she smiled, drawing her nails lightly up and down his cock, before dropping her hands to the floor, and pressing her face up towards the poachers ample belly like a colt seeking it's mother's teat.
John could hardly believe it, posed like a lioness on all fours in the middle of an open public room, he felt the Jungle Queens soft face press into his groin and her smooth slippery tongue curl around his scrotum to bring it to her lips and suckle it inside her mouth.
John murred softly smiling at his two benefactors, as he used one hand to push Sheena's head down firmly onto his thick rod. "And what do you want for this Generosity, your Majesty?"
Otwani smiled "This, woman, has been a pain in my side, I want only that you take her, and use her. You may take any animals you wish, four legged or two…."
Sheena was not really listening, her forehead was pressed against the warm soft abdomen of the poacher, and her tongue curling around his turgid shaft as it slipped around it, feeling his glans feeling how warm it was, how her lips pulled against the flesh. Sheena was aware the way she her thoughts had changed. This would have discussed her before….but now she was impressed by his size, and his stamina. Most men would be pulsing their climax by now, but she could hear his deep voice above her carrying on a conversation like she was not even there.
John chuckled enjoying the smooth feeling of her forehead against his stomach, her silken blond hair pooling in his lap and, of course, her warm mouth around his exposed cock. "If that's what the king orders" he smiled…. You may enjoy my house as much as you like, in the morning, Sheena and I are going to go bag me a BIG Tiger…
Back in Washington D.C.
Diana stood as Actaeon attached a dog leash to her collar at her neck. She hated thinking of it like that, HER collar. "Why do you want to humiliate me? I am not an animal.
Actaeon tugged gently, feeling the naked amazon walking with him "We are all animals Diana, I just happen to be an intelligent one, and you…well not so much so." He walked her down the hallways toward his studio.
"Are you calling me a DUMB animal? And besides your avoiding the question." she asked the air cool on her body as she moved with the grace of a feline. She found it interesting, she had not been down this hallway before.
"I am not the one on the Leash, as for humiliation, you should not feel humiliated, your problem is you think these acts are humiliating, instead of the natural act they are. Let me ask you Diana, you were a virgin for how many thousands of years? How did you say it? Paragon of virtue? Even that World War II Hero, Steve Trevor, you were in love with him…did you bed him? If I had been what had been in your opinion the PERFECT gentleman…would you have married me?' he smirked
Diana did not answer, a part of her believing that he would not understand, but another part very afraid he really did understand. The man and the naked woman entered a room that had paint splatters here and there on the floor and it was on that filthy floor that Diana saw Shayera as they walked past. She was still hooded in the white falconer's hood, her mouth and chin showing though it had now been stuffed with an oversized hollow ball gag, the woman's drool steaming down the sides of both cheeks. Shayera lay on her back on the paint splattered unswept floor as Brad had tied her, spread eagle, his favorite position due to Shayera's avian moniker. The giddy teen was smiling from ear to ear as he took the stretched braided nylon rope and formed a slip knot. The teen had gotten very good at knots and bondage, practicing on the helpless heroine that he had raped and impregnated. The young man pulled her arms as taught as a bow string. The red haired woman laid bare naked, a smooth nylon rope looped around each ankle and wrist, tied to an eye bolt in the floor. As they walked past, Diana felt her arousal stir, she was still aroused at the sight of a naked human, or in this case Thanagarian, female body. Actaeon paused to allow her to admire, and be curious, as Brad walked around his female door mat.
"Beautiful that way isn't she Diana?" Brad asked
Diana looked away but found her eyes drawn back, he was right, she was incredible. Brad's hands slid unhindered over Shayera's smooth unblemished body, caressing the soft flesh of her breast and pausing to gently twist her nipple. Brad smiled as he made her squirm, her hips shifting. Diana's eyes were drawn to Shayera's Venus mound, it was so perfect, like her own. Diana had never gotten to see Shayera's cunt at JLA headquarters, Shayera had been a dedicated Heterosexual, and much as Diana had desired her, she had respected Shayera's privacy, which she no longer had and now it was out in the open. Like her own, Shayera's pussy was completely bald, Brad had seen to that, shaving off the glorious fiery red birds nest between the woman's legs. Shayera's inner labia was completely hidden by the outer lips, giving her a smooth sleek appearance. Diana's revere was broken as the young man's hands slid up to firmly rub Shayera's cunt, eliciting a moan from her gagged mouth, and distorting her pussy.
Wonder Woman heard a chuckle and felt a tug at her neck where the leash attached to her collar and he glanced over at the hunter who was smiling widely "you really are getting turned on seeing her that way aren't you?"
She frowned as she glanced back, the white nylon was positioned against Shayera's ankle, and pulled at the skin where it cinched down...her wrists helpless "why would you say such a thing?" she replied, distracted, as Brad, clad in a pair of cut offs, grabbed her wing and stretched it out to her side into a depression in the floor, using clamps to secure it. There had been a time when touching Hawk woman's wings without her permission would have been literal death, now, as Brad stretched the other wing to it's extreme, it elicited only a groan.
Wonder Woman's revere was broken as she felt a warm crooked finger slide up her own exposed mound, as Acteon scooped up some of her own pussy juices and held the pungent liquid up to her nose "your sopping wet Diana, it's running down your legs. "
Mortified, Diana blushed head to toe, causing Actaeon to laugh openly and Brad to look up smiling. Humiliating her more, tears sprung unbidden to her eyes, and she clenched her fists in frustration. What was she DOING, an Amazon Princess CRYING?
"You know" Actaeon said gently and quietly brining the wet finger to her lips "it's ok to admit you have a dark side. I know you desired her as a lover, and it's obviously you have a bondage fetish, it's really quite natural, you control nothing right now so the fantasy of having TOTAL control is arousing. If you like…Brad and I will let you go down on her, go ahead, she's helpless…docile…pregnant…use her."
Diana's only reply was "Why do you humiliate women? I can't control my body responses, just because you men, don't show arousal the same way…" She also knew what Actaeon wanted, and took his wet finger between her red lips and suckled it clean, using her tongue to slide around his finger as she suckled it firmly, wanting to bite it off instead.
"That IS the point Diana, men are control; we are IN control. Our arousal, our erection is a source of pride, you should not be humiliated by your lack of control, it is what you are, your natural place, I really do wish you'd accept that."
Actaeon had Diana's full attention now "why…why is that so important for you that I accept that? Is it part of your brainwashing of me?"
Actaeon smiled as he ran his fingers thru the coal black mane of amazon hair "No Diana, because first of all it's true, secondly take a look at her, Hawk Woman is finished, her days as a heroine are over. She will live out the rest of her life mimicking the bird she named herself after. She will never know a day with even a stitch of clothing on her body, birds don't WEAR clothing. She will never know a day without a cock in her mouth, or between her legs. No contraceptives, and she will be obedient, compliant and grateful, and most of all she will be happy in her service to men and is embarking on a life of pure physical pleasure."
"At the expense of her dignity" Wonder Woman interrupted
Actaeon just smiled "yes, at the expense of her dignity, and when her life is over…she will be memorialized in one of our trophy cases, after a long full life of service. Just like Panther Woman. Hawk Woman is not immortal like you; but the third reason is, YOU still have a chance Diana; and frankly, I know you will blow it but I'd like to see you go BACK to crime fighting. All you have to do is be MY slave, have MY child and stay out of the enterprises I tell you, and you can return to being a member of the JLA, and your life will be almost completely what it was."
Wonder Woman watched him tug her leash and say "Heel" walking to the next room one step behind and to the left of Actaeon as she left seeing Brad pouring some kind of clear liquid over Shayera's slate grey wings soaking them. "But as your slave, your enterprises, you mean things like the white slavery, the auction of women as cattle, the enslavement of the President and the rapes.
As they entered the second, well paint studio, Actaeon's voice grew harder "Diana, we had this discussion before, YOU agreed to the condition, you violated the terms of our strike two agreement, had you done what you agreed, you would be at this very moment flying around the city helping others, who knows maybe one of the MALE hero's would have stopped me. Stop resisting me Diana, you will regret it. Come to my bed, make love to me, be my willing slave, and you will outlive me. Leave Shayera where she is, as that young man's toy. If you don't, Diana, my whole plan is to use your desires for Shayera to force you to violate strike three, and when you do…you and your entire nation will end up the slaves of men. Isn't that worth ONE woman Diana? One child, who will be loved and want for nothing, you can even VISIT him if you want.
"Or her" Diana quickly said, as Actaeon turned on the lights to the room. The Mercury lights beginning to warm as she could make out canvas tarps splattered with pigment.
Actaeon smiled "or her" he conceded "Stand at attention Diana.
Diana hated this, it was another thing, humiliating, but she cupped her hands loosely by the sides of her bare legs, eyes forward chest out, bare feet at a 45 degree angle "and you forced that agreement…you left me no choice"
"Of course I did" he smiled as he circled the Amazon standing at attention like a predator "call it aggressive negotiations. And if you violate strike three Diana, you AND your mother and sisters will be made just LIKE Shayera."
Diana felt her shoulders slump, she had been trying for weeks now, to figure a way out of this, with no ideas. Worse, she was getting completely used to walking around naked, to the sex, it was feeling, not so bad, and she knew that was a bad thing.
From behind, she saw a blindfold, she did not break ranks, but she stammered "I have not disobeyed you master" fearing she would be punished for speaking her mind."
Actaeon gave a quiet "shhhhh" as he tied the cloth over her eyes "You are not being punished, I like it when a girl speaks her mind honestly and with respect. Master hmmm? You have no idea how much of a thrill that gives me every time I hear it. No I am simply getting you ready for the Masquerade Halloween ball…. It's time for your costume."
"My costume?" she asked timidly, feeling Acteon's hand lift her right breast and then something cool and, well slimy slavered around her areola. His fingers were gentle but despite the molesting the staff gave her body she still had not gotten used to someone else's hand lifting her anatomy. "My costume?"
Actaeon chuckles "oh come now, you do not want to ruin the surprise do you?"
"You're, painting me?" She asked, feeling the slippery pigment as action applied it to her breast, it felt cool and slightly tight."
In a manner of speaking" she smiled, and in the darkness she felt a terry cloth towel between her legs. She felt a blush again as the slippery pigment must be making her aroused, her body betraying itself again as he had to keep wiping off her pussy.
Actaeon seemed to take his time, lifting an arm she felt the slippery paint as he used a broader brush on her body, the air cool as the substance began to dry on her skin "What was Brad doing to Hawk Woman?"
She heard the amusement in Actaeon's voice "I told you it's a surprise" She blushed again as she felt Actaeon's hand spread her firm bare ass cheeks and began applying the pigment around but not over her anus "you're not missing Any spots" are you?" she asked
"shhhh, do not interrupt an artist in his work" he replied as she felt the cloth on her mound again "Open stance" he said, and she knew to take her heroic stance, with legs apart, and once again felt the terry cloth wiping her copious juices, she was not sure if it was the paint or her own juices she felt like she was standing in a puddle. "I am to be the, entertainment at the party?" she asked as she felt the brush now on her forearms
"You and Shayera, of course and Tigra" he said as his brushes, or whatever he used, returned to her ass and chest having dried.
"You don't expect PAINT to last very long I hope?' she said in an effort to dissuade him, fearing what he must be paining on her, would she be a whore? An animal pattern, perhaps a Cheetah to mock her? What would he be painting? as she felt the smooth soft substance spread over her mound.
After what seemed like several hours, she felt him lead her over...felt a cool hard surface and he said "lay down" She complied. She then felt him lift her leg, he was painting the BOTTOM of her foot, she felt the wet substance as the man opened her toes. She felt what she took to be his breath as he blew on it to dry it. Then she felt him drawing something on her forehead. It had to be nearly 6 pm before she felt him remove the blindfold. He offered his hand, as she blinked, her eyes getting used to the light, she stood before a full length mirror. What she saw made her heart pound in fear. The bastard had painted her own uniform on her, in a way that hid nothing. The substance had not been paint, but, it seemed, an extremely durable form of latex. She stood looking at her reflection, the Golden eagle, symbol of freedom, seemed to cup her breast, her soft pink nipple left conspicuously bare.
On her abdomen, a shiny deep blue formed the lower half of the uniform complete with the white stars. It gave the impression she was fully clothed except when you looked closer, the labial lips were individually painted, and their open left uncovered. So the latex did not go OVER her cunt, but the cunt itself was painted leaving her entrance open.
The mirror behind her showed the same, her ass was blue and star spangled, even the cleft had been painted except her pink pucker had been left, again, untouched. Her feet were painted in the same red, with white striped thigh high "boots' except her toes were separate. On her wrists, he had painted her bracelets of Hephaestus, and the bastard had even painted her Girdle of Hera, and her Tiara. The whole thing had been left shiny and a touch slippery as the dark artist had applied some kind of agent to keep the latex from sticking to itself. She looked like a greased goddess. Diana felt panic raising in her chest. "I can't go out there like THIS! They will screw my brains out!"
Actaeon, leaning back, splattered with paint smiled "Why do you say that like it's a BAD thing? It's a PARTY, the guys are SUPPOSED to have a good time, besides, you won't be alone. Shayera will be there, and Tigra, and both of them have their cunt's open to the public.
"I am going to get back door mounted!? All NIGHT?" she clenched her fists "I have DONE what you said."
"Don't PUSH me Diana, you lived by the letter of the agreement, you want something better, EARN it….you ARE my slave, accept it, act like it, come to my bed, anticipate my desires, please me and have my child.
"And do your bidding" Wonder Woman swallowed hard.
Actaeon returned to his good humor and shrugged "up to you Diana, I told you before there are two ways to do this, the EASY way and the HARD at. What I want is you willingly serving at the feet of your betters, but if you won't be willing" he took a sip of some wine 'we will find OTHER way to amuse ourselves.
Diana felt defeat creep into her resolve "If I perform well tonight can I…"
"No" he cut her off "if you KEEP performing well…Remember we are using you to go after the pope next…"
Diana nodded quietly, replying with a meek "I understand, master…."
Diana stood with her arms at her side, passively, her eyes down as Actaeon attached the animal collar around her neck and attached the leash, only this time it was because she really could not look him in the eye. As an amazon, he had bested her at every turn and now he was taking her out, his living trophy, to show what he had done to her.
"Heel" he said simply, and Princess Diana of Themyscria, meekly fell in line on Actaeon's left side one step behind the man, head down. Bare as the day she was born except for the durable body paint, he led her along the house. Hawk Woman was gone. As they approached the main ballroom, Wonder Woman's heart began to race, she could not avoid this, she could hear talking and laughing, mostly male voices.
When they entered, Diana was stunned. The room was full of senators and congressmen. Tigra sat in front of a large cage, which housed her "mate", a full grown 800 lb. male Bengal tiger. Tigra's belly was heavy with pregnancy, yet she was as naked as the day she was born. Her tail flicked to and fro, and she licked the back of her hand like a feline, her breasts heavy with "tiger's milk" her collar attached to a leash. Above her was a sign that read:
See her mounted by a tiger, next showing in 15 min
As attention grabbing as this display was, the center of attention was…. Oh no….
In the center of the room, with Brad smiling like a Cheshire cat and clad in a Pirate costume, stood Shayera in her "Halloween" outfit. The once proud warrior stood with her arms at her side, head down, painted head to toe by her young master, as a Chicken.
Brad had used his artistic talents so that Shayera's red hair formed a bright red "Comb" atop her head. A prosthetic, which was a cruel mocking of her costume helmet, gave her a chicken's head with a yellow "beak" in the front that ended just over her nose. Her entire body had been latexed white, except for back highlights which gave one the impression of chest feathers. Like Diana, Shayera's nipples were bare for these males to molest and suckle, and her tight mound glistened as she strutted across the floor clucking at Brad's command.
Shayera's wings were now bright white, the liquid Brad had poured on them had been bleach, and he had painted yellow chicken like scales on her hands and feet to the knees and elbows. Shayera was clucking and fluttering before a group of senators, kneeling down to take their cocks into her mouth to suckle them until they climaxed and "fed" her. One senator dressed as a king called out "here Chick chick chick" to which Shayera quickly strutted up go him, knelt, and removed his cock and began to loudly suckle. Diana could see the hatred burning deeply in the back of Shyaera's eyes, but she could also see that flicker of spirit, fluttering as she took the firm flesh into her mouth and suckled, Brad's programing just too much for her to resist.
Actaeon smiled "I see you approve"
Diana frowned "what gave you THAT idea?"
Actaeon chuckled "Well your cunt drooling down your legs was a dead giveaway."
Shocked, Diana looked down, and he was right, she was wetter than the ocean and her betraying sex was showing no signs of stopping, the scene of Shayera debasing herself for the pleasure of these men was turning Diana on something fiercely.
"Is this your conditioning of me?" she asked of her master
Actaeon nodded "No different than Pavlov's dogs…" he grinned "Bitch. Stop fighting t Diana, you will learn to accept even LIKE this."
Looking back, she watched as Shayera knelt before another senator, "Lying Ned Cruise" from Texas who was wearing what looked like Batman's actual uniform. she had used her fingers to pull down the front of his uniform and again had a cock in her moth and was sucking him off for all she was worth, bobbing her face in and out of his crotch.
While Ned was getting serviced, Senator Marco Rubacon, a Republican dressed like the Greek God Apollo, was running his hands over his democratic president's bare breasts, enjoying how the milk dribbled from them, President Perino continued to stare uninterested as she chewed the gum in her mouth, still clad as a Holstein Jersey cow.
As soon as Actaeon walked her into the ball room, the entire room went silent accept for the loud suckling noises that Shayera was making on Senators Cruise's cock, his hand resting on the back of her head pressing her face into his groin, and the sounds of madam President chewing her cud.
"Gentlemen" Actaeon announced "May I present you Princess Diana, better known to you as the actual Wonder Woman, paragon of female virtue and champion of women" he smirked and swatted Diana sharply on her smooth uncovered ass "Currently Princess of the Island of Themyscaria and Agent Diana Prince of the Defense Intelligent Agency. If any of you want her classified codes or passes or any info you can just ask her. Her ass mouth and tits are open to your use but you will notice I locked her cunt closed, as I am still knocking her up. The others are already with child and use them any way you wish. " He unhooked her leash and gave her a gentle shove to go mingle. "You go entertain our guests, Diana, while I get into my costume."
Diana walked over to Cruise, in all her dealings with the congress, she had always hated him as a misogynistic evil cattle baron He smiled "well little filly…" He grunted and grasped Shayera's head with one hand shoving and holding Shayera's face into his groin while the girl suckled oh his erection. "I have wanted to have you since my grandfather was in World War II…" He reached out unbidden with the hand not controlling "Chicken Woman's" head and cupped her soft, red, latex coated breast groping the soft painted flesh using his thumb to flick Diana's nipple ring, she could feel her bare unpainted nipple hardening against the sweaty palm of his hand. "My Grandfather knew you in that war" he smiled
Diana felt his warm hands, it was always so unusual to feel someone else's hand on her breast, while she casually stood beside the Senator staring down at the top of Shayera's head. She felt him lift the warm flesh, and pull at it, her hands at her side as she left him free to "play." The senator had his hand wrapped in Shayera's "comb" as Shayera buried her nose between his thighs
"I remember your grandfather," Diana Nodded "He was in the 504th Airborne wasn't he?'
Cruise looked mildly surprised as Shayera shoulders squirmed in discomfort as the large senator from Texas just casually held her there.
"Hold still there Hen!" he sneered "I'll feed you in a moment" he then looked at Wonder Woman, his hand sliding down to cup her locked pussy, gently caressing it "Yep, he was the company artist, I still have some of his art of you, I brought some to show you, he wanted to fuck you too….and we damned shore could have won that war without you…What ever happened to the Trevor guy?"
Diana blinked and knew she was being watched "Steve died about 10 years ago, cancer…Where did you get such an authentic Batman Costume?"
Cruise grinned and nodded to Brad "Little missy, your friends are doing so much to help us with this charity auction, the amount of money we will raise to selling you cunts into permanent bondage is ohhhhhh….Um...Excuse me just a moment…"
As Diana watched senator Cruise took his wet hand from Diana's neither's, and moved it to entangle Shayera's red mane with his other hand, pulling the squirming kneeling woman's face against his pubic bone. The Senator trembled, closing his eyes and giving out a satisfied moan while tossing his head back and closing his eyes.
Diana watched as the slightly overweight Senator closed his eyes, pulsing firmly 4 or 5 times into Shayera's mouth. Shayera for her part swallowed rapidly, her golden latex covered hands gripping the man's thighs as he pulsed down her throat. After about 30 seconds, the senator took a deep breath and sighed with a satisfied smile.
"Now where were we Wonder Woman?" he releasing Hawk Woman's head from his grip and turned his full attention to caressing Wonder Woman's bare shoulders as if Shayera had never existed "Oh yea the amount of money from the sale of you cunts gonna make me even richer" he chuckled as Shayera licked her lips and put his cock back into his breeches and pulled up his breeches crawling off to a line of men sitting on a couch watching the small stage there where Tigra and her "mate" sat in a spotlight, the feral tiger in a cage.
Diana felt the male's soft warm hands as he caressed her bare shoulders. His hands were so soft, and well-manicured, he had not worked a day in his life. She did not try to resist him in any way and in spite her loathing she moved up and put her head on his shoulder, feeling his hands caress down her back to firmly grip sand spread the cheeks of her ass. She could smell Bruce's scent on the outfit as she slipped her hands around his waist. He wore Bruce's utility belt but even if she accessed the gadgets, what could she do? "What happened to Batman?" She asked.
"Bruce Wayne?" he shrugged "Dead I guess, I hope… How long can a bat live? Your friend Circe made extra sure that he was not coming back and we cannot be tied to it. He wanted to be a bat…we made him a bat" he smiled smugly as she felt his fingers slide up to gently begin pressing into her anus.
The enormity of what they had done dawned on the naked, painted heroine. If Circe had truly transformed Bruce, there would not be even a trace of DNA left, and with the billions of bats and bat species in the world. She swallowed hard feeing the man's finger penetrating the muscles of her anus. No man had ever even seen her naked, and now her sphincter parted gently to admit the man's digits, and she flexed the muscles gently so as to squeeze pleasantly around his finger as he slid it in and out of her body.
The Senator had just climaxed down Shayera's crop, so while he was reaching he kept his arm around Diana and his middle finger 3d knuckle deep in her anus, and turned to watch the "floor show"
Pussy Galore stepped out on the small Stage where Tigra lay licking the back of her hand like a cat in front of her own empty cage, while her "Husband' stood pacing his cage back and forth, eager to get at his "mate". Pussy wore nothing except snug leather harness that left nothing to the imagination. Barefoot she strode onto the stage with a smug smile, a black leather collar around her own neck and carrying riding crop.
Her long brunette hair done in a high pony tail, the madam walked over to Tigra and lifted her chin with the leather riding crop. "Gentlemen" she said with a smile "I am Pussy Galore. As you can see we have been…EXPIRMENTING on our lab animal."
The room grew silent as she got their attention "I know many of you have complained that these women have been, interfering in your affairs. As you can see today, we have Wonder Woman, from my own stables" she pointed to Diana with her free hand. "Chicken Woman" she pointed to Shayera who was currently on her knees bent forward at the waist and dutifully worshiping young Brad's bare foot, his other foot rested on her bare ass in a "Captain Morgan" stance.
"And here we have Tigra. Do not worry gentlemen, we have made her into nothing more than a dumb animal"
Senator Rubacon called out from where he sat "So you haven't touched her yet?" causing a round of laughter.
"Quite so, Senator." Pussy smiled lifting Tigra's chin higher as she crouched like a cat. "Rest assured gentlemen, that she IS feral now, with JUST enough intelligence to follow orders, be creative, anticipate your desires, to be creative in the sheets, and no more moral code than your average alley cat. We are still using new methods on her every day to ensure this stays her permanent state."
Diana watched, feeling Ned's warm hand cupped on one ass cheek while his finger still invaded her anus. Pussy grabbed Tigra's black leather leash and led her to center stage. Diana noticed, gone was Tigra's sleek look, replaced with a modest sized bulge in her abdomen that made her look like she had swallowed basketball, though she moved with a feline grace, her tail held high as if to give the audience a show. Tigra's already large breasts hung below her, having grown with milk in anticipation of her kittens being born. The large mummeries swung under her, as she crawled on all fours, the nipples slightly hardened as Pussy moved the leather end of the riding crop to circle a nipple, causing a loud "PuuuRRRRuuuuRRRR" to emanate from the mutant woman. "This was made possible by several, um…benefactors. Please allow me to introduce first, Mrs. Jessica Gannet, The CEO and Chairman of the board of Gannet Broadcasting.
There was the soft sound of hooves falling heavily on a hard wood floor, and from the Garden, naked save for her smile and leading a snow white stallion, the Executive entered, a collective gasp going up from the crowd.
Now now gentlemen, after the show, Jessica will be available for your pleasures and fantasies. Please let me continue. Jessica has assisted by working with our beloved Mr. Fox, to help bring you all together. I am sure you all prefer you not get all that nasty press you have been getting.
I would also like to than one of our NEWEST Super heroines, Cheetah! Legendary enemy of our own Wonder Woman!
A collective gasp went out among the small gathering, as suddenly, Cheetah, clad in Wonder Woman's uniform, suddenly just…appeared with cries of "It's a trap!"
"GENTLEMN!" Actaeon, now went upon stage in his costume dressed as a anthormophic stag, in reference to his name "I assure you Cheetah IS dangerous, but she is here today as an Ally. Please take your seats, the BEST part is yet to cum."
Diana watched nervously as her Arch enemy stood clad in her uniform. At least the start had been enough to get the Senator's finger out of her rectum, though he still stood close to her. Cheetah had always been powerful, but she had never been able to teleport…
Cheetah smiled locking her predatory eyes on the naked Wonder Woman. "Yes, I finally have your artifacts, I have long sought them." She looked back at Tigra and raised her little finger. Tigra immediately looked up...attentive as in in a trance. "As you know I have the ability to control all felines." She smiled locking her predatory gaze on the guests "ALL felines…"
With a nod, suddenly the 800lb Bengal tiger's cage was gone from the stage, and the giant beast snarled showing its fangs, charging the edge of the stage. The Congressmen yelled, and Wonder Woman thought she would get the satisfaction of seeing these perverted men of power, betrayed by her blood thirsty rival, but instead the beast paused at the edge of the stage, it's head low, panting and chuffing.
Tigra smiled and looked down, looking out across the audience and other women within the room "I seem to be over dressed" she gave a dark smirk, and suddenly Wonder Woman's uniform was gone.
Diana blinked. The Girdle of Hera the bracelets of Hephaestus and her golden lasso were gifts from the GODS, no spell or magic should be able to summon or dispel them.
Cheetah smiled, her tongue licking slowly over sharp feline fangs as the senators stood half terrorized half aroused, their eyes moving between the barely restrained tiger, and the beautiful naked form of the exotic Cheetah.
Moving like a stalking predator, Cheetah stepped down from the stage, her hips rolling, the soft mound of her sex nestled in silken fur between her thighs, breasts swaying with no more modesty then her namesake. Like a stalking cat, her eyes locked on a young congressman from Michigan, whose eyes grew wide as he realized the predator had selected him out of the herd. As she sidled up the congressman who was dressed as a lion tamer, draping her arm over his neck. Pressing in close to the half terrorized half aroused male, her feline ears pinned back she suddenly barred her fangs and lunged for his throat, her clawed fingers piercing the skin of his back as her fangs touched his throat, and she paused, her ears slowly raising as she leaned in to lick his chin.
"What's the matter" she mocked softly "It's Halloween, you came her to be scared...didn't you?
Her clawed fingers reached down to his khaki shorts running the needle sharp claws along his erect member. "Ohhhhhh" she purred sharp fangs gently biting his chin playfully "You seem very tense…would you like some…help with this?" She took his fly in her thumb and forefinger and gently begging to pull it down.
Now the room was absolutely silent. The tiger was now circling Tigra, who stood posed on all fours like a trophy, her only movement her tail, eyes glazed while the Tiger chuffed. Half terrorized congressmen watched as Cheetah pushed the senator from Michigan back onto a leather couch and snaked her fingers inside his shorts and gently fished out his erect length.
Cheetah put on a mock frown as her claws gently pressed to his fleshy erection "Ohhhh did my claws cut you?"
Kneeling above him and looking down on him the way a cat would look at a bird under its paw, the auburn haired woman smiled and licked up his cheek "You're not a bad size" extending a claw to trace the glans gently, causing him to inhale sharply "and I'd simply LOVE to gobble you right up."
Standing next to Senator Cruise, Wonder Woman was as entranced as the others, was Cheetah actually going to debase herself? Give herself over to a male to use?
Cheetah smiled and pressed her hips forward, positioning herself over the man's stiff length as she slowly sat and impaled herself. Except for Actaeon, who stood to the side arms folded watching, the room was silent as the congressman's glans pressed up against Cheetah's mound, the soft lips wrinkling slightly as she lowered herself down, the male organ slipping from the front to the back of her mound before she lowered herself and it entered her tight slippery tunnel.
The congressman moaned and leaned back reaching out to bring his hands up to the silken furred breasts, the sensation of silken feline fur causing him to begin to thrust with a wild abandon until Cheetah's pubic bone met his and she firmly ground her hips back and forth pressing her full weight down the congressman now fully inside her. He leaned back saying "Oh God…"
With a very real feline snarl Cheetah gabbed his throat, with her claws directly over his carotid artery, the tips drawing light capillary blood. The feral snarl slowly turned to a smile now that she had his attention back, she removed her hand, and ran her slippery tongue gently over the rivulets of blood, saying softly and gently yet loud enough for everyone to hear "That is GODDESS and if you climax before me or…fail to perform, I will rip your throat out and feed your carcass to the tiger.".
Cheetah began to ride him, lifting herself before thrusting and grinding her hips down. She moved with the wild passion of an animal in heat…pressing up against the man she was pleasuring as he struggled to keep from climaxing.
Seeing the men lined up on the couch, all aroused and hard, Shayera moved up and began using her tongue to watch their balls, licking over their members as she murred "Can I help you with that?"
Diana noted glumly that today Shayera was not going to be able to keep a dick out of her mouth and that the man did not even acknowledge her as she took his length and began to suckle.
Cheetah leaned in placing a deep kiss on the lion tamer's mouth, her tongue slipping into her partner's to slip along his tongue, using her tongue to gently suckle his past her sharp fangs into her mouth. As he kissed the thin lipped feline woman he could feel his heart race. Cheetah smiled, toying with her prey and breaking the kiss to rub her furry cheek against his, still purring as she whispered 'yes…go ahead climax, I'm hungry.
He almost went limp as his eyes widened and he realized how close he had been. Cheetah was no joke, she was wanted for many murders, and had been caught dining on a police officer's body, but with a fluid grace he felt her tail slide along his inner thigh, as she brought him back to full hardness.
Cheetah was enjoying herself, the pain was gone, and she could control her own fertility cycle, even who or WHAT she was fertile with… she bounced up and down feeling his firm shaft deeply within her body. Panting heavily as the little man before her, grew bold enough to press his face into her soft breast, and his lips found her nipple, causing a deep satisfied growl. Smiling wildly she gripped his dark mane of hair in her claws and ripped his head back exposing his throat as she snarled "now…FINISH ME OFF!" beginning to grind down so hard that if it were not for the thick cushion of the chair, she would have broken his pelvis.
The unnamed congressman gasped, his eyes wild as he panted "H... help…s…someone H... help…Oh God...Pl…*GURK!*
Cheetah snarled without pause of her feminine assault on the man "I said GODDESS!" when her back arched and she yowled!"
AT the feeling of her sex clenching around him, the man's eyes that was beneath her bulged, and he tried to arch back, as the feline woman lunged forward pinning him under her claws as they raked 4 bloody furrows into his back and he climaxed firmly up into her.
There were several seconds of silence in the room as Cheetah closed her eyes and smiled still cruelly gripping the congressman's hair as he stared almost blank eyed. Slowly she stood letting his limp wet cock slip form her body holding him up by his hair, her tail flicking she sneered "Happy Halloween" and then released him to fall on the floor gasping as she stepped over him. Minerva paused to look at the surrounding room "What? It's Halloween, your hereto get scared right?"
Actaeon leaned up and approached "ok everyone, the party is JUST starting. I think Cheetah wants to visit with her old friend before the next show. Just so you know. Tigra here did get pregnant with this tiger, we know that because she has not had sex with anyone else. Further we are here to finish off the last of Shayera's fighting spirit, as promised I want you all to help Brad put her spirit out for good. Any woman here, except Wonder Woman, can be used any WAY you want, you know my rules. For Wonder Woman, the only thing off limits is her cunt, which I have locked anyways. I want to be the first one to knock her up. If you want Cheetah" he looked at the recovering congressman getting up from the floor blushing and shaken "you're on your own…but every one of these women are going up for auction at Madison Square Gardens, in exchange for your votes in congress, you will all be given free samples and a chance to vote, and our personal assurance that these women will NEVER interfere in your business again.
Diana was still to stunned to say much as Cheetah approached her and took her leash from Senator Cruise. Standing defiant Cheetah pointed at her feet "Kneel" she said coldly.
Diana swallowed hard, she did not have her powers, and she was under her oath, and her arch nemesis stood right before her. Slowly, one knee at a time Wonder Woman moved down to kneel at the feet of her enemy. As she knelt she saw Cheetah's full pouting breasts, with their erect nipples, the athletic flat stomach, the thin rich fur of the woman. Diana felt bitter as Actaeon actively sought to make her own flat stomach, like Tigra's. Finally, on her knees at Cheetah's feet, she stared at the now wet matted fur of the woman's pussy. She began to shift her eyes to Cheetah's feet when the woman caught Diana under the chin with the cork of her index finger.
"No no Diana, there will be plenty of time for you to worship my feet, just like your mother will, right now I prefer you looking RIGHT where you are" focusing the raven haired beauty's eyes on her moist groin.
Diana asked quietly "Why….why did you let a man have you…mistress?"
Minerva smiled widely "ahhh mistress…I will never get tired of hearing you say that" she opened her stance and moved her pelvis forward toward Diana's face "I would mount with 100 men to get them worked up enough to see them screw you into the ground.
Diana knew wat was expected, and feeling the woman's hand on the back of her head, leaned in, mouth open to cover Cheetah's wet cunt, the musky scent and warm wet feel of the panting woman caused Wonder Woman's nose to wrinkle, not that anyone could see as it was currently pressed against Cheetah's pubic bone. The taste was slightly salty tinny as her covered the Venus mound wither mouth and began to work her tongue past Minerva's parted lips and into the woman's pelvis to lap the cream out.
Cheetah smiled and murred "that's it slave…that is where you belong, and it is where I am going to KEEP you" she said venomously as she felt the other woman's mouth begin to suckle at her folds, her tongue slipping in to slide along the wet walls the congressman's cock had just vacated.
Cheetah looked over her shoulder, while she pressed Diana's nose into the soft fur of her belly "I am sorry, did I forget the entertainment?"
With a sly smile the tiger's head came up and his nose tested the air. The four men on the couch were staring as Shayera gently stroking their erect cocks stood up and straddled the first man and lowered herself on the man's cock.
Tigra, her belly swollen her breasts swaying crouched as the tiger reared. Gripping the woman's flanks with his fore paws, his slender angry red length exposed beneath him the beast moved his hind legs and brought his flanks to the woman's exposed smooth ass. In a practiced move the red feline length slipped into the mesmerized heroine and the tiger began pulling and gripping as his flanks moved in short powerful thrust as he mated his human tigress.
Tigra moved her hips gently washing Diana's face as she enjoyed having the woman clean her neither's of the man's seed. Diana could see and hear the men chuckling as the tiger went full bore at Tigra, on a stage with half the congress calling out encouragement to the tiger.
The Tiger was bestial and powerful, grunting and chuffing as its instinct to mate drove it on. Tigra moved her head back showing her fangs, digging her claws into the wooden stage and arching her back at the pleasant sensation of her bestial lover screwing her into the floor in front of the audience.
Minerva was still enjoying her lesbian affair as she felt Wonder Woman's enthusiasm, increase, with a chuckle she said "You know Diana you shouldn't worry about Tigra. If ignorance is bliss she is in heaven, that's all she will be good for now, a toy, for the pleasure of animals and men. How do you think she'd feel if she got away, only to discover she had kittens and every member of congress had watched her?
Wonder Woman looked up Minerva's firm smooth abdomen, past her firm breasts and said almost plaintively "your whipping these men into a frenzy, they are going to be at me like crazed stallions.
Minerva smiled "And I am going to enjoy EVERY second of it so you BETTER do as your told cunt. I want your Sisters, not just you and only Actaeon and your promise are stopping me, remember that!" the symbolism was too much, Minerva felt her body clench as she climaxed on the amazon face, at nearly the same time the tiger drew back its muzzle in a snarl and lunged into the helpless vigilante, dumping his seed into her womb.
When Diana could see again, panting as Cheetah stepped her pelvis back from her face. She saw Shayera was on her third man on the couch, the previous 2 had limp wet cocks covered in her saliva. As #3 climaxed, Shayera obediently waited, dismounted and then knelt to lick the combined juices from their cock, looking up, still clad as a chicken, to say something to each.
Diana was suddenly aware of Ned beside her again. The Senator smiled "you said you remembered my father….what did you think of him?'
Diana was not expecting the question as she used the back of her arm to wipe Cheetah's juices off her chin "He was a good man, he fought hard for the allies.
"Come here, I want to show you what he thought of YOU" he smiled, taking her leash. He led her over to a group of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and a few senators, and they had a sketch book.
The senator led her over, and Wonder Woman could not believe her eyes. The sketch book was by his father, she knew because she had given her a sketch he had done of her as Wonder Woman, but these sketches depicted her at the hands of the Nazis. And each one was signed by the entire Battalion, she even recognized the signatures of FDR and Truman. Page after page depicted her in some form or another, under the heel of the Nazi SS. She blinked "he…drew these?
The men laughed "of course he did…and the only reason it was not signed by the entire DIVISION, is they ran out of room.
The weeks and months of psychological abuse were beginning to take their toll on the Princess of Thesmiscaria, these men she thought loved her, fought with her, were having fantasies of her with the enemy. "But…but I thought… they HATED the Nazis"
"What?" Cruise smirked "that they needed you? They did hate the Nazi's we all did, but seeing YOU tamed by them" they chuckled "speaking of which, we have a surprise for you.
"Good Nobbin mine Frauline" a familiar voice called out. The officers parted and there stood Hans Mengele clad in his father's old SS uniform.
Diana could see Ned getting firm in his tights as the Doctor circled her "ACHTUNG!" he called out.
Almost by reflex the naked Amazon snapped to attention. Head erect eyes forward, arms at her side, feet at a 45 degree angle she stood looking straight ahead.
Mengele circled her, his jack boots clicking off the floor as his hands roamed her body "Very good Freuline, now let's hear America's Champion give the part salute.
Even though he was long dead, it repulsed her, but she shot her arm up and out and declared "HEIL HITLER!"
The room applauded as she held the stance "Very good very good indeed, your island may yet escape holocaust. Now show your devotion to za master race…
Knowing what was expected, Diana moved to her knees, she seemed to live on her knees lately, and lifting her ass up so she was on all 4's, she pulled the zipper down on the jet black uniform. Hans was nicely thing, she thought, as she fished his cock from his pants. As she looked around the room, every woman except Cheetah had a cock in their mouth and the party had calmed down to senators with mixed drinks in their hands as the gathered women went from one to another sucking them off or having open sex with them.
She was aware of Ned behind her as she leaned in to service the Nazi officer and felt the warm gentle hands of the doctor on either side of her head as he guided her mouth to his cock.
Behind her, Ned had already exposed his cock, and he spread Wonder Woman's ass cheeks, looking at the tight round pucker. He took his head and leaned it against her, shoving firmly.
For Wonder Woman, she was getting used to this, the Senator, it turned out, had a redeeming feature, he was both large and good at what he was doing, and she grunted as she felt his length spread her anus. Moving her knees apart to give him better access, she felt herself shoved forward into Han's crotch. Her anus burned, as Ned had not used any lubricant and began to buck and thrust into her.
It did not take any time at all before Diana could taste Hans' pre, the tinny sweet substance coating her tongue as she felt Ned's hands go from spreading her ass cheeks to holding her hips as he leaned in. The feeling brought tears to her eyes, she did not get any pleasure out of anal, in fact it left her raw and burning, it was an act purely for the pleasure of males, and Ned was balls deep in her as she felt his soft belly pressing against her bare painted ass.
Feeling the Senator deep in her ass, Wonder Woman tried to focus on suckling, realizing his lifelong dream, it did not take Ned long to climax. She felt the warm flow of his pleasure pour into her bowel. And another male, completely unknown to her, take her place.
As Cheetah and Actaeon had planned, the party was now in full swing, and Wonder Woman began serving male after male like the other women. At one point Actaeon decided a parlor game was in order. Gathering the males in the room, he took Wonder Woman to the front of the crow and tied her wrists behind her back and blind folded her.
"Now the object of this GAME Diana, is we will each stand in a line, you will kiss and lick our feet, and if you can find me, your master, and suck me off...you win a prize!
Mortified but with no other choice, Diana complied as she was placed on her knees. She heard them moving and then someone guided her head to the first set of feet. She found that had been having her do this so much, she really could tell different people. The first foot had a slight ammonia sent, and the taste was more tinny. She shook her head and bent over to the next foot. As her tongue explored she could feel the toes were longer then Actaeon, and the nails unclipped. She moved her knees and bent over the next foot. Fur, it was Cheetah's, figuring she might get less abuse from the cruel woman, she did not move on, instead she arched her neck licking around the smooth furred foot, she was amazed at how much more pleasant the scent and taste was, even when she lifted the foot so Diana's tongue could dance along the bottoms, she got some grit from the floor but her nose slipped nicely into the crook where the toes curled and she slid her tongue between the toes.
The next 2 feet were likewise rejected, but when she finally came to Actaeon, she recognized it immediately. She had spent too many hours at Actaeon's feet and as per the rule, she leaned up, kissing his thighs, her lips brushed his scrotum giving her a point of reference as she slid her lips up his erect shaft and into her mouth.
A cheer went up as she began to bob her head, and when the man climaxed, her blindfold was removed to show Actaeon grinning.
Swallowing his seed, Diana sais darkly "so what's my prize?"
Actaeon took her by her shoulders and turned her, her wrists still bound. "You get to watch"
Shayera lay in the center of the stage, Tigra in a corner busily being mounted by a stranger, the Tiger gone. Cheetah smiled as he held her foot on Shayera's back, between her wings, Shayera's wings flapping awkwardly against the floor like a trapped bird. 7 men Circled the downed bird like vulture moving in for the kill, Brad watching as he thrust into jennet's exposed sex doggy style.
Cheetah smiled and crooked her finger to Diana, who was gently shoved forward. Looking around she stepped thru the circle on predatory men and cheetah pointed own to Shayera "Step on her…"
Dian blinked "wha…
Cheetah bitch slapped Diana, fortunately for her, the woman had retracted her claws. Cheetah just glowered, and Diana looked down, taking her bare foot she lifted it and put it to the back of Shayera's neck
"STEP on her" Cheetah threatened.
Diana swallowed, her ass was raw and sore from the men using it…she leaned her foot down. She could see the warrior sprit in Shayera's wild eyes, seeking a way to strike back a way out…trapped fluttering like a candle in the wind. Shayera had semen coating her entire ass and sex, her latexed body glistening, her face splattered with semen.
Cheetah brought up her hand "Gentlemen we promised you a party you would never forget… observe this pretty bird's eyes, you will note her spirit still burns in them. Wonder Woman and I invite you to extinguish that flam, in semen" she chuckled coldly "the runners up from Diana's little game of FOOTSIE… I say, MAKE this HEN Air tight!
Diana caught Cheetah's arm across her chest as the vultures descended to finish off Shayera once and for all. Diana felt another costumed male slip up beside her, and slip his length into her already sore ass. Meanwhile the men lifted Shayera up to all fours. The avian woman looked around bemused, the programming on her Brain working perfectly as Brad watched his handy work with a smug smile "Time to put you in your place permanently hen." He took a swig of his drink. Diana watched with growing arousal as one of the men slipped beneath Shayera, his erect cock angled up to her well used cunt, he reached up and grabbed her hips impaling his length inside her, the second man moved up behind and over her, slipping his cock into her anus while reaching out to grip and hold her by the base of her wings. Man #3 positioned himself in front of her, gripping her hair and guiding his cock into her mouth. 2 more men approached from the sides, each taking a nipple, as the remaining 2 men, each took a hand and guided it to their erect cocks.
The men of the party gathered to watch as Shayera began to service 7 men simultaneously.
Diana felt the man behind her slip his arm around her taught stomach and thrust, as Shayera lay in the mass of male flesh. Diana had never even conceived of this before, and despite the desperate look on her friend's face this was so turning her on. They now had Shayera exactly where they wanted her, each man thrusting as she was held up by her wings, her hands gently slipping up and down along the smooth warm cocks of the men grinning down at her. Her beasts deformed with the mouths of the 2 men molesting and licking her nipples. Every hole on Shayera was plugged with a cock, she was...air tight.
The Circling Vultures groaned with pleasure. Diana could see Shayera's eyes at the door, almost willing someone to come to her rescue, but there was no sound of a crashing door, just males enjoying the female before her. Diana could tell Shayera was near a climax of epic proportions, as Brad grinned widely "that's it…we have her..., FINISH her OFF! "As Cheetah stood smiling smugly watching.
The men were in a wild frenzy thrusting into the helpless woman from every angle. Shayera's eyes widened wide as she shuddered as every male around her erupted. Flooding her womb, her stomach and her bowel and spraying her in their male seed.
As the milky male seed was sprayed over her hands and inside her. Diana saw the look in her eyes change, she groaned as if bowing to the inevitable, the flame of her fighting spirit extinguished with a flood of sticky wet semen. Shayera's hands went limp and she was now only held up by her wings, as the panting males smiled down at her….
Finished, Shayera had a silly glazed smile on her face as the men pulled out and dropped her on the floor. "Take THAT bitch" they sneered and a few spat on her face as they stepped over her.
The man within Diana climaxed and patted Diana on the flank, as several of the other guests began masturbating over the prostrate bird woman. Dana was pulled away by another man with a fantasy of raping her ass.
The party finally broke up at 4 in the morning. As the last Senator, Cruise, left, he shook Actaeon's hand "I don't think your policies will have Any trouble, thank you for one HELL of a party" he said.
Perino, still dressed as a cow and glassy eyed was led to her limo to be taken back to the White house, Shayera lay on the floor sleeping in a peaceful exhaustion, she lay covered in semen a puddle around her, her wings limp on the floor.
Actaeon moved over to Diana stepping over Hawk Woman." ready for bed Diana?"
Her confidence shaken, she took Actaeon's arm "I…I'm sore…you know…behind me."
Actaeon nodded "I told you that you would be…I just hope you learned your lesson…"
Diana walked forward, her bare feet stepping in the cool semen, she bushed, she stepped on the unconscious Shayera, walking over her friend, she saw the approval in Actaeon's eyes "what about Shayera?"
"She will be out for hours…leave her laying there…some on let's go to bed.