Hello Readers: Below is the latest chapter of my series, a bit heavy on the physical activities, and light on plot but never fear plot will continue. As always please send feedback to
Wonder Woman stood beside Actaeon, except for her body paint, she stood stark naked. Her breasts were perky for having been groped all night, and where the body latex was not covering, she had been worked into a heavy sweat causing her blue coated pussy lips to glisten around the rings Actaeon use to lock her cunt shut so only he could use her. The ballroom floor was a disaster area. Drink glasses were piled everywhere, cigarette trays filled to the bring with cigars butts and, speaking of butts, Shayera had been laid out, face down, in the center of the floor in the largest puddle of semen Diana had ever seen. Her “owner” Brad Dunning was standing on her outstretched right wing, his unwashed bare left foot resting heavily on Shayera’s upturned cheek, the grimy cool milky semen dripping off his foot down her lips.
Shayera was blissfully out cold, an exhausted smile on her face, painted like a chicken, her cheek resting in a puddle of milky white fluid with the semen from the bottom of Brad’s foot dripping over her ruby red lips. Diana had counted, nearly all of the 435 male members of The U.S. house of Representatives, and 100 Senators and at least half of the female members of those houses AND their aids, had made full and unrestricted use of the three heroines, Ms. Gannette and President Perino, oh and the Tiger that put on shows with Tigra, well into the morning.
Diana had watched Ned Cruz, the cattle baron, attach a line to Perino’s nose ring, and lead her out with a crude comment about showing the cow the opposing vote.
Diana had counted 6 of the 8 Supreme Court Justices enjoying the free sex. All the people she had thought she was defending, that she believed was on her side, had happily and without hesitation, participated in the rape orgy. Now looking around the room at 4 in the morning, the pristine hardwood floors slippery with cold semen under foot.
Shayera looked like a complete glazed donut. Cum was leaking from every opening on her body, her proud silken red hair was slicked down to the floor with the milky white seed. Diana had remembered seeing a group of them masturbating over prostrate body, her wings out stretched, were so soaked and sodden with male seed that the Thanagarian would not have been able to fly to save her life. All over her white and yellow painted body were footprints where they had deliberately used her as a door mat. What was so disheartening what that when Shayera had been awake, she had willingly allowed it, hell she had been AROUSED by it. Brad’s programming combined with the Bat computer, had done it’s work well. He could have never achieved the level of control over Shayera without Bruce’s computer technology. Gone was the proud Thanigarian warrior, what remained was a perfect little toy for whomever wanted some sexual release, and she was now pregnant.
Diana heard Actaeon’s say “Diana, heel”, it surprised her as she was almost as covered in semen as Shayera, her ass burned as they had been given permission to use her anally as much as she wanted, she fell in step with Actaeon to his left and one step behind.
“You like seeing Shayera that way don’t you?” he asked.
Diana looked a bit fluster “Wha...no…I…why would you SAY that?”
Actaeon smiled and pointed to Diana’s groin. Diana felt her cheeks redden in a blush. Her thighs, her outer labia, were covered in a heavy layer of male semen, which now had a clear streak down both inner thighs as her wet pussy drooled clear fluid, washing away a streak of the still warm semen on her thighs.
Actaeon laughed “that’s what I like about women, you think you can hide your arousal, just because you don’t have a cock that others can see get hard. Come on...” She felt him slap her ass gently, leaving a handprint in the glaze on her own ass and causing wet semen to splatter slightly “Let’s get you to bed.”
Diana walked with him directly toward the prone Hawk Woman walking Diana across the sticky wet floor toward the prostrate Shayera. “Aren’t you going to force us to clean up? Master?”
Brad, still dressed as a pirate though now bare chested, yawned and stretched “I am heading to bed too”
Diana watched the young man transfer his full weight to Shayera as he lifted himself off the floor with his first step, now standing on Shayera’s face grinding it under his foot. Diana was afraid he was going to Murder her, collapse her skull under his weight, but it was only a moment, and he was walking toward his room leaving Shayera in her puddle.
Actaeon deliberately walked toward Shayera, this was going to be a test then. She could see hundreds of foot prints in cum and in dirt on Shayera’s latex coated body. She was out cold, Diana’s heart fluttered at the act she was about to do. She would never do it if she had a choice, but a voice in her head kept saying that’s the point, you HAVE no choice…Shayera wouldn’t mind, in fact she DOESN’T mind…”
Actaeon reached the downed bird girl first, his right foot trodding on Shayera’s outstretched left wing, causing milky fluid to squish between his toes, his left planting on Shayera’s bare white upturned ass. Diana felt the cold semen between her own toes, as she followed Actaeon across Shayera’s left wing, feeling the silken feathers under the bottom of her foot, she then planted her foot in the center of Shayera’s back, right between the wings. For a moment Diana felt the other woman’s skin under her own bare foot, warm, smooth, wet as Shayera let out a soft grunt, hearing a few vertebra pop as if giving a Japanese massage and then it was over, they were walking towards Actaeon’s Master suite. Diana looked back as she was led along by the man, Shayera lay in her puddle, 3 new footprints on her. Actaeon turned out the light, leaving Chicken Woman on the floor in the dark silence.
Diana entered the master bedroom, looking at the luxurious canopied bed with the scarlet silk sheets. Despite it being the site of so many rapes, it looked so inviting. She followed Actaeon right into the master bathroom where he paused, she knew he was waiting for her to undress him. Dressed as Heracles, that was not hard and she knelt before him, looking at the mess on his feet she felt nauseous, she began to lean forward toward the mess when she felt his hand cup her chin
“That will not be necessary” he said softly “Stand at attention”
Relief swept over Diana so powerfully, she nearly cried with joy standing up with her hands at her side, her heels together feet at about a 45-degree angle, head up eyes straight forward. She risked speaking “I…I thought you were going to make me…”
Actaeon smiled taking a key and reaching out to the woman’s groin lifting the small light lock watching the blue latex covered flesh wrinkle as he unlocked her cunt and unthreaded the hasp from the string of labia rings, “I like my pleasure, I am not sick, and I don’t want to make YOU sick.
Actaeon circled the heroine, smiling as she kept her eyes forward, admiring the sag of her breast, he could not WAIT to knock her up, see those breasts swell with milk…from behind he slipped his hands around her and took both breasts into his hands, one in each hand, feeling their weight, gently petting the soft girl flesh “you really tried tonight...I was proud of you” he laid his cheek on her bare shoulder enjoying her warmpth “Run us a shower.”
Diana hated how his praise gave her relief, how his warm hands hefted her breasts, when he broke the embrace, the amazon moved to the walk in shower, it had at least 30 shower heads from every direction, and a gas fireplace sputtered adding a touch of elegance. His trade as a peddler of girl flesh had left him lavishly rich. She turned on the shower and it automatically moved to the temperature he felt was perfect.
Actaeon moved to the hot streams of water at first tossing his head back and letting the warm water flow over him, he gently caught Diana’s hand and draew her into the water stream.
Diana was over 800 years old, she could not remember she felt like a little girl, being brought in amazement into the hot water streams with the naked man. The water felt incredible as it flowed over her skin, the latex body pain beginning to wash away her “uniform.” She had always felt naked with Actaeon, but seeing the strips of latex begin to peel off as the man’s hands roamed her body, washing her as if she were a prize mare, she felt relief. The body paint had reminded her of what she was, how helpless she was, it made her felt like she was betraying her duties, but as it washed way, it felt…freeing.
Behind her Actaeon smiled like a shark circling a small wounded fish…. soaking up the woman before him as his hands roamed her body freely, taking rose scented shampoo and lathering her silken black tresses. Tonight he would own her, tonight he would finish her off… for now. He heard her groan as his hand caressed her smooth ass. “sore?” he asked, as he spooned against her, her back to his front, allowing his erection to press against the cleft of her bare ass like a hot dog between her buns before taking a tube off the shelf and applying it to his fingers
She nodded and her eyes opened wider as she felt his finger apply some kind of soothing lotion directly on her sore anus. A few months, heck a few DAYS ago she would have been outraged, but how she allowed the cool soothing balm to be spread directly over her not as tight opening, her muscles relaxing.
Once he had washed her he stood in the water streams. Wordlessly she squeezed the soap into the palm of her hand, and ran her palms over the slavers smooth firm solid chest, finding herself pressing against him and rubbing up against him, pressing her nipples against the rapist’s back as she lathered him.
Smiling smugly, he felt her lick and nuzzle his cheek, and then knelt behind him, lathering him with the palms of her hands, reaching around to behind lathering his balls and cock as she pressed her cheek into the small of his back just above his bare rump.
He looked down where he could see her slender hands foamy with lather as she gently gripped his manhood and slipped her palm up and down his firm erection.
When she crawled on all fours to kneel in front of him, he looked down at her, hands on his hip, legs slightly spread, the “hero’s pose” He watched her openly and gently slip her hand under his scrotum, and gently fondle him briefly before her hand slipping up back up to isolate his cock. As it hardened in her hand, he watched the amazon lean in and gently run her smooth slippery tongue over his scrotum, pausing as he lips gently suckled part of one testicle. Before moving in to kiss over his sac.
Diana could not help herself, a part of her rebelled, but the voice in her mind was a slam frightened child, she wondered how many women he had put in this position, lording over them…owning them like prize cows for his heard, and she was to be his greatest conquest, the thought made her amazon blood race with arousal.
Actaeon leaned back in bliss as his amazon moved to take his length into her mouth.
He chuckled as he closed his eyes enjoying how warm it was, and how her cheeks pulled in to surround him, different from her cunt. The warm water cascading down them, he smiled down at the top of her head, the black hair around her, her head bobbing up and down the length of his cock as she nursed on her knees. “Do you know how many women I have put in their place?” he said gently using a finger to move herhair so he could watch her lips dragging along the flesh of his cock “over one hundred…. ohhh that’s it Diana…please your master.”
He was prob. the first person in history to take an amazon, The paragon of virtue, champion of ALL women and put her on her knees at his feet where she belonged. He closed his eyes again and let her do all the work, enjoying as he felt his climax build and release. He felt 7 firm full pulses as she suckled him like a straw, watching her throat and smiling softly as she swallowed her meal without a word. Once he had been relieved, she cocked her head and leaned back into his crotch placing several kisses on his deflating length with her full soft lips before leaned back.
“Thank you master” she said breathlessly
Like a king, he stepped out without a word, stroking the hero’s pose and waiting imperiously, as the naked woman retrieved one of the thick soft towels and knelt behind him beginning to towel him dry.
She paused a moment, looking at the powerful stature of the man before him. As she towled his legs, she had never considered a naked man from behind before, his full scrotum hung in front of her, and his thighs, almost as firm as marble. She had an idea, it was both repulsive and exciting, it could…surprise him…
Actaeon smirked when he felt the amazon’s nose press against the cleft of his ass. Her toweled hands gripping his hips she pressed her face between the cheeks of hiss ass, her lips finding his puckered anus. Looking in the full length mirror he smirked as his cock sprang back to hardness feeling her tongue circling his anus.
She used her nose to press up and part the firm warm thighs. His anus was clean and she explored it with her tongue. She discovered with relied, there was no taste, it was not much different than licking his feet, and she began to lick more boldly, using the flat of her tongue before pointing it and penetrating him.
He smiled, this was a surprise, but not unexpected…she prob expected him to take her right here on the shower floor. “Not yet bitch” he thought “You are not getting off THAT easy, by morning you’re going to completely humiliate yourself.”
He moved to a sort chair in front of a mirror and sat he got the idea, picking up a shaving mug, she lathered him, and with a straight razor, shaved him, her breasts swaying and brushing against him as he watched her naked in the mirror. He allowed her to shave him, and comb his hair. While she did so he amused himself sliding his hand along her thigh, occasionally turning to kiss a nipple or a breast, listing to her moan softly and watching her nipples get turgid. He was so aroused he could hardly contain himself, the thrill of the kill.
When she finished, she watched him stand and walk out without a word. She had to control her breathing, all the fighting, she wanted one night, just one…it seemed so long. She stood and dried her hair, gently brushing it out, looking at her own naked body in the full length mirror. He had been so gentle, so...powerful...so in charge.
Head down with delicate small steps she returned to the bedroom, looking around. She was surprised, Actaeon was not there. The room was dim except for the fluttering of hundreds of candles. The other servants had set up a romantic ambiance while they had showered. The soft wood tones threw her shadow on every wall as she walked, showing the dark silhouette of a naked woman, the swell of her breast, the shape of her waist visible.
The power had been turned off in the mansion, and a trail of candles lead from the bedroom, and into the hall. Candles on the walls lighted her way as she followed the trail to Actaeon’s trophy room. The soft candle light showing the mounted panties of hundreds other women, her own hanging as the center piece. Panther woman stood silent in her trophy case
Actaeon lay in front of a real wood fireplace her Wonder Woman uniform, Girdle and bracelets to the side of it, boots on the mantle, behind him on hung on the wall above the fire place.
Actaeon lay on a bed of fur and rose pedals. He was stark naked and gently stroking himself as she began to slowly stalk toward him, a hungry aroused look in her eyes, she could not help it. The scent of rose and incents was all around and he lounged with no modesty his eyes reflecting the dancing fire as it sputtered and popped.
Wonder Woman knelt behind him and slipped her body against his, feeling his arousal against her as she pressed her bare breasts against his back kissing the nape of his neck.
Actaeon turned to face her his hands going around her and his lips pressing to hers. He possessed her, his hand went to her neck roughly to hold her, pressing a crushing kiss on her and thrusting his tongue into her mouth, feeling her thigh as she cocked her knee and slid it over his flank. She returned the kiss suckling on his tongue with a hungry passion.
Actaeon smiled and forcefully pushed her to her back, feeling her roll obediently beneath him, that was what aroused him, obedience. His hand went between her thighs as he slipped his fingers within her, hearing her growl like a cat in heat. The amazon spread her legs willingly her hands sliding her nails up his sides as he Drew his fingers in and out of her cunt. She was sopping wet and lifted her hips against his hand, panting heavily. “Please” she whimpered out, child like
He teased her, not yet…the time was not yet as his other hand mauled her breast. She tried to spread her legs wider open not holding back as she grunted, gyrating her hips obscenely. Her arms went around his neck and she kissed him again, her tongue seeking his He delivered it into her mouth and felt her suckle on it again.
Breaking the kiss, he smiled down at her, she could feel his weight atop her, his length against her thigh, his smile was imperious, dominating…expectant.
Her passion white hot she knew what he wanted, arching beneath him she whispered “please…. rape me…”
He smiled down his heart racing “You expect me to respond to that?
She whimpered, and said louder “please...master…RAPE me…
He shook his head taking her neck in his teeth to tease her skin
Gripping the soft animal skin, she gasped Calling out loudly “PLEASE! MASTER! RAPE me damn it! Put me in my place, take me and rape my brains out I BEG you”
Triumphant Actaeon moved his length to her Venus mound and pressed in, he had done it, he had the great Amazon princess eating out of his hand, begging her master. He felt her body gripping his length as he penetrated her to his base, just like in Morocco when he had taken her. But unlike Morocco, he thrust into her firmly…brining her to an intense climax almost immediately. He felt her muscles grip his throbbing length and she grunted loudly hugging her bare breasts to him, her hands sliding around and caressing his back as she bucked like a wild cat beneath him.
Unnghhhh!” she grunted at the intensity of his rutting “Ahhh UGNNGHHH!”
Actaeon had taken hundreds of women, she was no different and he knew how to control himself. He refused to climax…thrusting firmly into her as she began to react more and more like an amazon whore, forcing himself on her this would not be her last rape. He would see to that for not he reveled in the act, with no one to stop him from completing it.
Moving his weight, he bucked into her, plowing her field. For each thrust she lifted her hips to meet his thrust, panting hard as she leaned up to run her tongue over his nipple, then drag her teeth along his throat. Her heels hooked over his thighs trying to drive herself to another climax.
Actaeon was happy to oblige, her initial lust spent, the two continued to struggle on the floor, Actaeon thrusting in and pacing himself as the inexperienced amazon drove herself on. It took another 10 min, but the amazon grunted again, another powerful orgasm pulsing thru her body.
Like a boxer waiting for the third round. Actaeon drove on, that had always been a woman’s ace in the hole…the male climaxing and then having to rest, but so long as he was hard, he could drive into her without mercy.
The amazon was panting heavily now, the pure pleasure from the male was amazing but she also felt like she was suffocating, like a runner sprinting, and unable to stop. “Please...Hera…gods” she gasped…moving wildly trying whatever she could think to get him to climax.
Actaeon would not oblige her, he was the one in control and he relished taking it from her thrusting down, he had her pinned. “That’s it Diana…beg me…beg your master” he said softly.
His vice drove her on somewhere in her oxygen starved mind she heard a command “P... please…” she began to weep…holding on to him now for dear life “please...master” she nuzzled his ear “I’ll do whatever you want…. I…swear...”
Actaeon grinned down licking her throat openly “you swear?”
Diana bit her mower lip and nodded “I swear by...OH! Hera and all the gods of Olympus….
Feeling her on the ropes, Actaeon was finding it hard not to climax “Sheena…Shayera… they STAY where they are…As they are?
Diana nodded “Y…yes…I… I swear…PLEASE…finish me….
The plea pushed Actaeon over the edge…thrusting firmly within her his cock erupted, spraying her womb with his seed completing his rape of her. As if feeling the warm fluids, the primal instinct of a woman triggered Diana’s 3rd climax…. her eyes crossing, she arched back pressing her hips to his, and allowing him to vent his lust within her body.
The couple locked together for a few minutes the only sound that of the fireplace, the lover’s shadows being cast on the celling as Actaeon smiled down at her in triumph.
“I can TAKE you any time I want, GIVE you to whomever I want” he smiled a gentle finger tracing her left breast “I own you, my own little Amazon pet, and I will SELL you, to whomever I want when the time comes.”
Wonder Woman looked like a damp dish rag, her chest heaving, while Actaeon drew in slow measured deep breathes. Once he had enjoyed a few moments within her body enjoying the completion of the act, he relaxed and rolled back slipping his hands behind his head and looking up at his trophy over the mantle.
Catching her breath, Diana slowly pressed herself up to one shoulder. Actaeon’s cock had DESTROYED her, she could not believe what had just happened and she didn’t want to think about it right now, all she wanted was to catch her breath and enjoy the intense feelings of pleasure, and belonging, even to this slaver.
She watched him lean back, his manhood proudly on display on his own taught stomach, coated in milky white semen and her own glistening juices. Between her legs, his semen oozed out of her body. Getting to her knees, she knelt before him, reaching out to quietly take his cock in her hand and then leaned down saying softly “Thank you master…I am sorry I got you messy, let me clean you…she took his cock into her mouth again, her lips slipping over the head against her own forefinger as she fed his limp flesh into her mouth, suckling their juices off him in the darkness. The servants could see the silhouettes, a powerful man lounging back his hands behind his head, a beautiful woman kneeling before him, her head bobbing up and down in his groin.
Actaeon smiled in the warm afterglow of sex and dominance allowing Diana to move on auto pilot
“You’re welcome” he said, gently stroking her black mane like a pet watching her head bobbing in his groin, feeling her nose press up against his pubic bone.
She felt him place a hand gently on the back of her head, and press her firmly down, her nose buried in his stomach, her chin between his thighs, the head of his cock pressing down the back of her throat
With the lust of breaking the amazon, he allowed himself to harden quickly in her mouth, and to make his point, he allowed himself another climax after only a few moments, holding her head firmly in place to ejaculate directly into her stomach, just to show he could have climaxed earlier if he had wanted.
“Never forget who is in charge Diana, who is in control”
His goal reached, Actaeon leaned back, falling asleep with the feel of Wonder Woman, gently washing his balls with her tongue.
In Africa, Sheena, the defunct jungle queen, stood naked in the open courtyard with the beasts and drivers of the caravan. In her arms, two young puppies nestled, their muzzles latched each on to one of her nipples, nursing. She had been informed that she would personally carry John Webelhause to the ritual site where he had failed to rape her some two years before, and there, He would Stalk, hunt and kill Magramba, king of the Tigers, before restraining her back on the alter where he would complete the ritual, rape her, and enslave her to him.
Sheena’s eyes glanced around the open courtyard where she stood naked as the day she was born. The feel of the puppy’s tongues, and the relief from the stretching of the milk in her breasts was heavenly. There were horses with packs and guns, wagons with food and tentage, John never went anywhere except in style. The soft dirt under her feet was warm, as a warm African air blew across her bare body, her long mane of golden blond hair fluttering and tickling the top of her ass…Because they had her necklace…
Her necklace…she found it hard to even think of it as HER necklace anymore; her own body was not even her’s anymore; because they kept her in whatever animal form they pleased. Her skin was still an alabaster white, and she felt the warm breeze across her pillowy soft breasts, causing her soft pink nipples to harden in the pup’s mouths. Since King Otwani had taken her and she had borne his children, her breasts had grown and matured. Instead of the modest “B” cup they had been, she was now fully a “C” size maybe boarding on “D” in any case they found it amusing to use Sheena as a milk cow. Sometimes as a cow, sometimes as a Hucow.
To keep her lactating, she would get puppies or calves, or fawns or foals, and offer her nipples to the animals and they would feed. Whatever animal had young, she would nurse.
What was strange to her was, she no longer minded this. After the Prince and Princess had been weened, Sheena’s breasts had grown heavy and sore…and the feel of something nursing from her, not only relieved the swelling, but it felt nice.
Sheena saw Master John approaching, and released the puppies who happily tumbled back with their bitch and fell asleep. Sheena stood at attention, eyes forward hands at her side as the portly poacher came to stand before her, his arms crossed, a superior smile, the mystic necklace that controlled her animal form around his neck.
John reached out and crooked his finger using his knuckle to gently trace the ex-Queen’s cunt from back to front, making small circles with his knuckle as he explored her Venus mound unbidden, feeling it warm, moist softness, slipping the finger between the soft fold and collecting the nectar on his finger. He took delights in touching her over and over, as if this were a dream.
“Well bitch,” he said with a genuine smile “I am going to mount you every way you can be mounted. Ready?” He leaned in, seemingly unaware, or uncaring that 2 canines had just been there and lifted her left breast, licking the underside as his own lips locked onto her nipple and suckled some milk.
Sheena emitted a soft moan at the intimate contact, and gently curled her arm to hold John’s head to her chest, gently stroking his salt and pepper hair as she felt his tongue hungrily at the nipple, the suction of his lips. Evan after all thigh she had not gotten used to people so casually touching her so intimately. The poacher refused to copulate with her until he had her exactly back tied to that stone alter. There where he had attempted to rape before he was stopped, but she had already had her give him 4 blow jobs, on her knees right in the open.
Otwani and John had decided it cheapest to keep her as and have her graze as an herbivore, it felt good to have something else on her stomach, and John’s salty warm seed was now a pleasant contrast to the slightly sweet cold grass.
When John’s lips finally released her nipple, He stood wiping some creamy milk from his chin Sheena and Sheena felt his wet saliva cooling and evaporating on her nipple. She nodded and crouched to all 4’s for the expected transformation.
John, smiling, formed a picture in his mind and touched the equine talisman…in an instant Sheena’s form was transformed into the black and white stripped form of a Graves Zebra, her muzzle an inky black.
Her head, now changed, caught John’s scent more keenly…she felt his hand, now silken smooth on her furred neck go thru her mane. He was enjoying every part of this. She felt the saddle blanket from her own horse, from when she was Jungle Queen, thrown over her back, and the weight of her own saddle. When it had been made for her, she would have had no idea she would be the one wearing it.
John reached under her for the cinch, the wide leather strap slipping just behind her forelegs and thru a ring, and she felt the girth tighten as she exhaled. John was an expert rider, some equines would take a lung full of air when the girth was cinched, and then exhale when the rider put his foot in the stirrup, causing the saddle to go loose and rotate and usually throwing the rider to the ground. John was far too the professional horseman for that,
Once cinched, she felt him lift the tail and slip the crupper under her tail…the part of the saddle that kept the saddle from slipping forward over the horse’s, over her, head…and the breast collar, which prevented the saddle from sliding back.
Laughing and sliding his hand along her flank, he gave her ass a sharp slap, which in this form was a pat really, and moved to her head. Sheena watched him removed the snaffle bit and bridle from another horse, still covered in its saliva, and pressed the wet metal to her teeth. It took but a moment for the bit to slide into her mouth and fro the poacher to buckle it around her head.
And just that easily, Sheena the ex-Jungle queen, stood saddled and bridled for her master.
John took the reins and pulled them over the mare woman’s head, grabbed a hand full of her mane and placed his foot in the stirrup stepping up. Sheena took his weight, like any beast of burden as he adjusted himself to sit arrogantly atop her. He let her head drop to the ground in an expression of shame as she felt his legs squeeze around her, and her mind thought that soon, he would squeeze her between his legs again. “That’s it Sheena, put that head down where it should be, with the REST of the DUMB animals” He clucked his cheek and kicked her ribs gently and started her off at a walk.
A Graves Zebra is almost as big as a horse, but John was heavy…and Sheena took his weight on her withers. Wearing spurs John nudged her flanks using a finely crafted black leather riding crop. It had been made out of the finest black leather and sported a solid silver handle that was in the form of the silhouette of a naked woman. The other end had a large black leather flap. He whipped her flank, and Sheena crouched and bolted…. With John on her back she was not nearly as fast as normal and she was carrying him, he sat arrogantly on her back with the reigns in one hand, leaning into her stride as he pushed her in full gallop.
Sheena was sweating and panting after the first mile, her hooves kicking up the dust behind her. John just laughed, with joy, into the wind, and if she slowed, his spurs and riding crop found her flanks and she had to renew her speed. At the second mile…she had a thick lathery foam under the hot African sun, as her “rider” drove her on. Her lungs were burning, but as an animal she was driven by the rider on her back… it was a full 3 miles before she felt a tug on her mouth pulling her head back and he slowed her to a canter. She felt his hand on her shoulder patting her “That’s it, that’s how I like you Sheena responsive to the whip and the rein…good girl” he chuckled. It was not till he turned her head to the right, putting her in a right turn, that she saw the caravan…as she joined up with the other men riding horses…they were on their way.
Sheena felt master John guide her into the head of the line of the caravan, she was puffing and several of his companions, who were complete strangers to her, smiled, knowing who she was and now seeing her puffing as John adjusted himself above her in the saddle. With her form locked into that of a Zebra mare, she immediately became aware of the other horses in the caravan, the geldings but there were a few stallions near. Her ears perked as her head turned towards the scent.
Above her John gazed down “Look at her, smell a stallion do ya babe? Look at her, gazing over at the stallion”
When they kept her in an animal form, she was subject to their instincts, and the scent of stallion was sharp, pleasant, and the presence of other equines made her feel more comfortable. When her mind was not actively working on human thoughts, she found her mind lapsed into the very simple absolutes of the animal kingdom, so soon the words of the men above and around her, faded and there was just the long walk in the warm son. Before she realized it was getting dark and they were making camp.
John swung down out of the saddle and tied her head to a picket line with the other horses…running the riding crop over her flanks along her tail and then under it
As the men made camp she stood with the other horses, with no one there to talk to, or say, her brain went into a pleasant numbness, feeling the gelding to her right nuzzle her wither, the one to her left lean over and nip her playfully, her tail flicking to keep the flies off her flanks. Suddenly her ears swiveled forward…She recognized the approach of Master John, by his gait, the sound of his foot falls, eventually his scent, she had to lift her head to bring her eyes in focus as he stood before her.
His hand went up to gently caress her mane “Ahhhh that’s a girl…ya miss me?” he said fussing her forelock and rubbing his smooth hand along her fore head. She felt his right hand slide under her long head while his right hand moved to the fly of his breeches. Her mind came alive as she watched him pull it down and dug inside to reveal his thick cock. His other hand lifted her chin so he could look into her eye “I bet that muzzle is velvety soft isn’t it?” she felt his hand slide over her mouth, his scent filling her nostrils as he slid it across her velvety lips.
He took the riding crop and sharply swatted her shoulder “I am going to feed you, and you’re going to nuzzle and swallow and I better NOT feel any of them teeth or I may just have to FEED you to Magramba before I shoot him you understand?”
She tossed her head in an equine nod, her mind sharp again. She felt him guide his semi hard length to her lips, and she began to use them to gently lip at his organ.
Grinning he groaned feeling the fleshy softness and feeling her warm breath as her large lungs exhaled “that’s is my little mare” he smiled running the ornate crop up her leg as she tasted the tinny salty taste of his pre in her mouth.
She felt him harden between her lips and she meekly let him slip his length into her mouth, a thick wet tongue licking inside his fly as she began to nurse once again. Sheena felt him gently take her ears as handle bars and begin to thrust up and into her mouth.
Sheena allowed this too feeling his soft lower belly bumping her nose as she nuzzled his length obediently. It was so easy now, he grunted shoving up and into her warm mouth… she felt herself drooling around his length, but it didn’t matter the man’s warm musk filling her nostrils as her thick velvety black lips wrapped around him.
Holding her head, he thrust into the zebra’s mouth panting and grunting. She felt him stiffen and then his length was pulsing the salty warm seed into her mouth, it caused her to salivate more only this time she swallowed as he leaned over her neck forcing her to take his weight.
He took a few moments to enjoy the warm after glow. Another equine would have bitten him or spit him out, but Sheena continued to pleasantly nuzzle
John smiled “That’s it mare, just keep that up” he caught his breath “that Otwani really put you in your place” he smiled standing back up as he patted her neck “You keep up like this and your life won’t be so bad.”
He finally took a step back watching the mare’s ears perk and look up at him He put his cock away and zipped up “Just enjoy the night, tomorrow I take my last 2 trophies, that tiger, and you….
She watched him walk away, not sure what he meant, but for now it was easier to let her brain just drift off back to the quiet inactivity for the night.
When Diana awoke, the room was dark except for the flickering of the fireplace, which had been kept going by the other servants, throwing its sputtering light against the trophies. Diana looked up…she had been moved down, her face lay against Actaeon Davie’s feet. Gazing up at her own panties on the center piece of Actaeon’s trophy wall, Diana hated the warm afterglow she felt after the very, vigorous, sex. The window outside showed the east beginning to brighten.
Diana pushed herself up with one arm and was about to slide herself up against the man when her stomach churned. A wave of nausea hit her and she sat bolt upright, her insides heaved again and she felt herself raise to her feet and ran for the bathroom She barely made it before she knelt before the porcelain Buddha and placed her face in the bowl.
As Wonder Woman, and an amazon princess, she had rarely felt this. Some bile rose up in her throat and she felt another wave. It was nearly 10 min before the unpleasant feeling faded.
“It had to be the semen” she reasoned, supremely glad that her nemesis, at whose feet she now served, did not know she felt she had probably swallowed too much cum.
Feeling better, she waked back toward the trophy room. As she passed by the Den, she looked in. In the darkness she could still see Shayera out cold on the floor, laying as she had been left. Diana walked into the trophy room, and Actaeon……no she needed to call him Master. She had to stop doing that, calling him by his name, it would only make things worse. He was not really her master but she had to play the game.
Master, she corrected herself, was gone. Curious she looked into the bedroom and saw his silhouette. He was a lean and handsome man, well-muscled, her eyes went between his legs where his manhood nestled proudly between runner’s thighs, she always wondered how men contained that large sac between their legs in clothing.
In the dark she could see his organs hanging, as he moved without a shred of modesty. In a way she envied that. The way he just stood there, proud, for all the world to see. She had always been raised to virtue, that her beauty was only to be shared in private.
He looked in her direction as he slid between the red silk sheets, and then held them up, beckoning his amazon slave to join him between the sheets.
It worried her the flush she felt in her cheeks, the smile that sprang to her lips, of embarrassment to the sheets, as she hastened to her master, slipping in against him she slid the palm of her hand across his firm chest. She felt his length hardening against her thigh, his arm grasping her neck roughly and she moved her mouth to his where they kissed deeply.
Actaeon had her right where he wanted her and they both knew it, savoring his victory he felt her allow him to press her back and she spread her thigs, murmuring her pleasure softly as he reached down to slide his hand along her sex.
The Amazon princess was becoming the amazon slave, he would leave her no dignity as he brought his fingers, wet with her juices, to her lips and in the darkness felt her suckle them, her tongue licking his fingers like an obedient kitten.
Actaeon moved his hips to reenter her, and she responded pulling him to her and whispering in his ear “Rape me again master”
Actaeon obliged. Using the head of his cock to part her pussy and slip into her body; feeling her hips lift to meet his. The feel of her bare breasts against his chest as their hands slid around each other to embrace. He smiled looking down at her as he began thrusting. In the darkness he knew this was the night…he had broken the princess and now he gave her, her reward, thrusting down into the warm slippery tunnel with complete impunity, over and over.
This one was more bestial...this one was more dominant than it had ever been before, as he thrust down into the defeated vigilante below him.
groaning softly he enjoyed her forbidden fruit, leaning down to whisper to her “I own you…you BELONG to me, you will perform how I tell you, do what I tell you...you will make love or have whoever’s child I tell you.
In the darkness beneath him he felt her shudder in a climax and a soft voice respond “Yes master…”
Those simple words brought Actaeon to the most intense climax of his life, bringing this round of rape to a close as he snugged against her deeply to allow his pleasure to wash over them and into her body. Panting and sweaty he held within her till he was finished before rolling back. He felt his amazon whore roll over and lay her arm across his chest, her breasts warm and soft, as he fell asleep in her embrace.
The next thing Actaeon was aware of was something warm and slippery on his cock, and the bright light streaming into his bedroom. It was mid-morning and something felt wonderful to offset the mild hangover from the drinks.
Looking down, somewhere under the covers, was a woman sized lump bobbing up and down his unwashed length. The lump was lifting the red silken sheets up and down rhythmically.
He lifted the corner of the sheets to look between them down at his crotch and, with amusement, he saw what he expected. Wonder Woman was under his covers, polishing his knob, the throbbing in his cock offsetting the throbbing in his head. She had awakened and was waking him up with a blow job.
Actaeon dropped the covers and lean back, propping himself on his pillows and placing his hands behind his head enjoying the sensation and the victory until he fed his slave.
Once he had pumped several loads of his semen into her mouth, he watched her slide from the covers, her smooth ass bare, as the naked woman began laying out his clothed for the day and picking up the sweaty remnants of their love from making last night.
He watched her naked breasts sway as she moved without modesty, just as he had always wanted her to and enjoyed watching her
“Have a good sleep?” he smirked
To his surprise she nodded “the best I have in centuries Master, I can say many things about you but you HAVE learned how to pleasure a woman, and it has been centuries since I have been ridden that hard, and never by a man…”
He chuckled and reached over to slide his hand along her smooth warm toned ass his hand grasping one cheek of her ass, the thump slipping into the cleft so he could squeeze it and appreciate it gently.
“If you slept so well, why did you get up in the middle of the night?”
Diana prince turned and stood with her feet together, head down “I felt a little queasy this morning...I think...” she had to force herself to continue, her whole body blushing read “I think I swallowed too much cum last night…”
Actaeon frowned “Oh?” is all he said.
In the den they could both hear what they assumed was Hawk Woman moving about, cleaning the den.
Diana looked out the door “I should help Shayera”
Actaeon shook his head “Go out there and force her to do the work, Diana…she really IS finished as a heroine… all she is good for now is serving males and making babies, a bird, an animal to be owned.”
Diana knew this was a test, He knew she would hate this reference and she knew he was waiting to see a protest. he nodded and walked out into the den. The noise had, in fact, been Shayera.
She stood in the middle of the wrecked den, people’s foot prints still all over her white latex covered body, which itself was caked with dried cum. The tried semen cracked and flaked as she walked. Her wings were still sodden with the milky white remnants of all the men who had taken full advantage of the beautiful Thangarian body and globs of the congealed mess were still dripping of the smooth white feathers.
In Shayera’s arms, the naked bird woman held trays of empty glasses and cigar trays as she worked to clean the room for her masters. “Enjoy the party?” Diana said crossing her arms under her breasts and leaning against the wall.
Hawk Woman startled and sent the entire load crashing to the floor. “Diana?” she smiled “By the Gods! Girl, you startled me.” Then she smiled “I really think I did”
Diana walked toward Shayera, the bottoms of her bare feet feeling how sticky the hardwood floor was against her soles.
“So you, sleeping on the floor, being used like a door mat? Being laughed at and owned?” she stood now before the other woman noting how the wings were so heavy with cold semen they drooped. “You enjoyed that?”
Shayera looked a bit, childlike and unsure but a part of that warrior spirt, the part Actaeon and the others wanted, still existed
“Yes I did Diana” she said, biting her lower lip, her eyes falling to Diana’s feet.
“Yes I do Diana…My whole life has been a lie. I have been fighting and risking my life… do you know how many climaxes I had last night? How many men just wanted me for their own pleasure, not to hurt me or fight me?”
Her eyes lifted and her chin jutted out “and it felt GOOD Diana…I LIKED it…and if all I have to do is lick a few feet...or a cock, or do what they tell me...even cluck like a CHICKEN, then what do I care if they laugh at me…Last night was the most free I have EVER been. Free to be me, free to enjoy sex…free to call men my betters and I do not care what YOU or anyone else thinks about it.”
A part of Diana was repulsed, but a louder pout had never considered it that way. Diana looked over and Hans and Brad were in the room, leaning against the wall watching them. Diana looked back to her friend, who had her fists clenched in fists trembling with rage and…was it desire? But desire for wat.
Thinking of Actaeon’s unwashed foot last night…Diana took a half a step back, the two naked women regarding each other. Diana pointed at the floor and heard herself say one word “Lick”
The red haired woman blinked a moment and then with a giggle threw herself at Diana’s outstretched foot. Wonder Woman closed her eyes, even with her sisters in Thesimsicaria, she had never humiliated a woman by making one worship her feet.
The feel of Shayera’s tongue, now on the top of her foot sent a wave of forbidden pleasure as Diana watched the bird women crouch in front of her, her wings drooping will male seed, her ass bare she was afforded the view of Hawk Woman’s bare back crouched before her mande Diana feel like a goddess receiving her due worship.
The feel of the tongue was exquisite, as slippery as another woman’s cunt, but it moved between her toes and over her arch and against the unwashed sole.
She watched Shayera eagerly clean the grime from her foot, not only without protest but with sheer Joy. Along with the lust Diana had a stab of Icy fear, this is exactly what they wanted, not only of her, but of her mother, her sister, and all her people...but feeling the flat of Shayera’s tongue against the sole of her foot, the sight of the other woman, even with her mind corrupted by Brad’s computer relishing the act of humiliation caused something she had never had before…caused her to push the thought of her own servitude out mind for a moment. A moment of clarity as to WHY men wanted this of her.
Behind her, she heard Brad comment “hey Hans, looks like Wonder Bitch is starting to thaw… I am glad I got up for his show”
Hans chuckled, still in the shirt, pants and boots of his Nazi Uniform “Jawold Mine heir. If we had been in WWII you might be speaking German right now...”
Wonder Woman winched, she hated to think he might be right, the Nazi’s had captured her but she had managed to avoid being raped. Their brutality had repulsed her, but had they been more focused on domination instead of suffering…what would she have done in their clutches?
She waited until Shayera had coated both her feet in a shimmering wet coating of Thanigarian saliva before she used her toes to tap the underside of the other woman’s chin. She felt a dominant smile creeping across her face.
Shayera stood unsure what to expect when Wonder Woman stepped forward and slid her arms under Shayera’s and pulled their soft breasts together. Shayera had never been a lesbian but it was something Diana knew and desires. A dark part of her had ALWAYS wanted this, the Hawk, the bird under her heel, to take the pleasures from the gorgeous body however she wanted.
As Diana leaned in, she forced a smothering hiss on Hawk Woman’s mouth trusting her tongue to the back of the bird woman’s throat, so far that the surprised woman gagged and tried to pull back.
Wonder Woman’s hand caught the back of Hawk Woman’s head and red hair and yanked it back to trap it, bending the bird woman backwards and forcing the crushing kiss on the helpless woman’s mouth, as Diana continued the kiss.
Behind her Brad and Hans nearly fell off the wall as they were leaning against, grinning widely as they watched the two former friends; as one began to rape the other.
Hawk Woman, in this shape, was no match for Wonder Woman, as her head was yanked to the side, Wonder Woman canting her head to the side, pressed down on her mouth, Dana’s tongue explored wherever she wished; into Shayera’s cheek; against the roof of her mouth; between her cheek and gum; even over her tonsils.
Shayera struggled like a bird with its wings clipped, her sodden wings trying to flap but all it did was spatter the 2 women with cool stale cum. Wonder Woman was not letting Shayera catch her breath.
Diana tried not to think of the show they were putting on for the two men behind them, a common fantasy among them to watch two amazon women perform on their leashes. In reality, she was so turned on, performing this dark fantasy that she easily focused on the bird woman in her clutches.
Diana had wanted to take and bed Shayera for a long time. Against her, Diana felt Shayera’s bare breasts. The dried cum was flaky but the latex was so smooth, and the skin beneath hot. Shayera’s latex covered harms fond themselves around Diana’s shoulder as the bird became more and more desperate for air. Their bodies rubbed erotically against each other, as Wonder Woman made no secret of her intentions, thrusting her groin against Shayera’s so that the two cunts rubbed against each other.
Shayera tried to wrestle her own tongue into Diana’s mouth, her eyes widening but Diana would have none of it, she had the advantage and was keeping it. As She dominated Shayera’s tongue, twisting her head to the other side to grind their lips together, Shayera slowly submitted, she had no choice, as she did Diana retreated her tongue from the deep throat.
Diana inhaled deeply thru her nose, and exhaled slowly her mouth and into Shayera’s lungs.
Shayera filled her lungs, as Wonder Woman controlled everything, even the bird woman’s breathing, mouth to mouth…. when Shayera exhaled, Diana took the breath into her own lungs and exhaled thru her nose to repeat the process. She could feel Hawk Woman’s nipples hardening against her. Slowly the bird woman’s wet wings closed around the amazon, clinging coolly to her back and sides.
Hans chuckled “Jawhold! Mine Frauline” he chuckled “it looks like the pussy has the bird”
Brad smiled “I told you once I had that technology…look at them two…a few months ago virtue and good deeds and friends…and now they are putting on a show for us….
Wonder Woman barely heard, this was new, erotic, something she had not ever felt in her thousands of years alive…her hands roamed the other woman’s body as her tongue roamed her mouth. When Wonder Woman broke the kiss…Shayera looked dazed, confused, vulnerable.
Diana summarily dropped her to the floor, and put her hands on her hips…her legs a bit more then shoulder width apart. The “heroine” pose and looked at the dazed bird. She had not showered since Actaeon had used her, and now she used two fingers to part her shaved pussy and repeated her one command to her friend
“Lick” she said quietly.
Shayera looked up...she liked the men using her, she was trying to catch her breath. Why was her friend doing this? She did everything asked, she had even licked Diana’s feet clean “Diana…I...”
“LICK!” came the command
Diana watched like she was outside her own body. Shayera, embarrassed moved to her knees in front of her amazon friend, “Kneeling to me, just like I have knelt to Hera, I get to be the goddess...you serve me” her mind whispered.
Then, with hands on the ground Hawk Woman leaned into her friend’s crotch.
Diana had felt her sister lovers go down on her, but never this way. Shayera, still breathless leaned in, her smooth cheeks against Wonder Woman’s thighs and her faced disappeared between Wonder Woman’s legs.
Diana felt the warm lips cover her entire mound, moving her fingers, watching as the other woman’s nose pressed into her lower belly and began to gently suck on her Venus mound. She felt the warm breath, and that tongue begin sliding over the outer and inner Labia and into her body, against her clit.
Diana’s Bartholin Glands were in overdrive, her pussy juices streaming into the bird woman’s mouth.
That did not stop Diana, gripping Shayera’s soaked latex covered head, she ground her crotch against Shayera’s face, gratified, watching Shayera’s wings flutter and flop uselessly. She ground her hips up and down against her friend’s face feeling her tongue licking deeply. If she could lap the grime off her feet, she can eat her pussy out.
Diana slowly came to realized just how...intense this was. Shayera’s face hidden in her crotch…She was not a person she was a toy, a Thanigarian dildoe with a working tongue. It felt better not thinking of her as a person or as a friend. Between her thighs came plaintive “mummphs” and Murrphs” as Diana claimed her pleasure, and Shayear’s struggles slowly ceased, the soft wet wings against folding around do the leading edge pressed firmly against Diana’s bare ass, to push the bird woman’s face more firmly into Diana’s crotch.
All the months of performing for others, of unwanted orgasms. Diana WANTED this one…
As the two men watched, Shayera was forced to eat pussy, licking and pressing and swallowing, breathing in the scent of the other woman’s body.
It took the amazon 20 minutes before she arched her back and climaxed in her friend’s mouth, after the first,10 min Shayera had become little more than a puppet doll.
letting out a throaty amazon war cry as she felt her inside clench…half doubling over Shayera’s head, as her muscles clinched trapping the other’s woman’s tongue deeply inside Diana’s own pussy,
Diana’s own climax being so powerful, the only comparison being the climax Actaeon had given Diana early this morning.
Panting, looking wild eyed. Diana saw both Hans and Brad with Incredulous smiles as they watched, mouths hanging open.
She released Shayera who lowered her bare ass against her heels head down, panting as pussy juice ran off her chin and in a small voice she said “Thank you mistress”
That small phrase stirred the dominant warrior in Diana and she turned to face Brad and Hans, saying over her shoulder “you’re not done yet…” she said standing with her back to the Hawk Woman “Lick.”
Shayera looked up...eyes wide, as before her was the smooth white cleft of Diana’s ass with the glase on the cheeks where Haw Woman’s wings had touched.
“You…you don’t mean…”
Diana’s ass felt better but still burned from Halloween night’s use
“LICK!” she said.
Feeling her friends’ smooth face cheeks pressing between her ass cheeks. Her nose was buried in the cleft when Diana felt the slippery wet tongue again lick, this time directly over her anus…the effect was wonderfully cool and pleasant.
Having heard the war cry Actaeon Barged into the room “What in the hell was…”
Hans and Brad, smiling from ear to ear pointed to the 2 women they had enslaved.
“Oh” said Actaeon with a smirk “Um…Carry on”
In Africa, Sheena spent the night on the tag line with the horses, and in the morning they were joined by several other men of various ethnic backgrounds. In the morning Sheena was given a fresh bag of oats and the poacher re-saddled her and mounted her.
It took most of the day to reach Magramba’s territory and the temple of Bale. Bale was an ancient, incubus style, deity that had been contained in ancient times by The First Shaman, and the first Jungle Queen. The defeat of Bale and his necklace gave Sheena, and the Jungle Queens, her power to transform and speak with the animals. Magramba, the ancient Tiger Guardian had kept the temple isolated and safe and protected the Jungle Queens, the council elders and her now long past shaman for thousands of years.
Otwani and his allies had long since put N’bid Ela, in her place. The last Sheena had seen of her old witch woman mentor was N’bid Ela, transformed into her youthful beauty, san’s her shaman abilities, and made her a pet for a young industrialist investor who fancied a 1700’s mansion with black slaves. N’bid Ela had been placed on her knees, thanks to Brad, naked saying “Yessa massa” at the feet of her young white master.
Sheena had once cared for the large tiger, who had achieved the power of speech just from his long life, when he had been wounded by John Whebhause himself. During that time, Sheena had taken on tiger form and made love to the Guardian. The passionate animal sex had been quite wild, and the tiger had been quite grateful.
Sheena’s necklace, the one that allowed her to transform, was the Necklace of Bale, when the spirit had been on earth, he had used it to transform himself into various animals to live among humans, and to ravage women or escape.
The council of Elders and N’bid Ela, had banished the incubus and converted the necklace to the one that had been Sheena’s and that John now wore around his neck to control her.
Once they had arrived at the abandoned temple ruins. John had unsaddled her, and as his entourage watched, had washed her body, in Zebra form, and then combed and curried her and rubbed her down, it had felt nice.
The poacher then led her into the ruined temple, all that was really left was the alter. There stood a statue of the Incubus, a large handsome male body with goat’s legs and a goat head. At it’s feet, made of solid platinum, was am ornate altar. Each leg was of a different predatory animal, a golden lion with ruby’s for eyes a paw lifted to hold one corner of the table, a jade python coiled with diamond eyes held up the 2nd corner. The third corner had a giant harpy Eagle made of solid silver with emerald eyes and the last corner, an onyx black bear with Sapphire eyes.
The platinum alter was quite large, at least 8 foot by 12 foot and the corners each sported a long sisal rope with a slip knot. Sheena looked at it, she had been the last tied to that altar, each loop designed for a female foot or hand.
Above the altar stood the pure white marble statue of Bale…His pitch black onyx horns on its head smiling down with a lecherous grin. The teeth were made of elephant Ivory, his hands sprouting the black of thousands of endangered eagle’s talons. Bale stood above the altar, with an impressive erection, of course, and his cloven foot was made of pure black cast iron, with one raised hoof hovering over the altar, designed to hold the woman’s head to the altar under its bottom. Bale’s opinion of the status of the female gender.
John smiled and ran his hands possessively over the zebra that was Sheena. He enjoyed the warm feeling of her, of having her under his knees. He started by running his hand along her flank and under her tail, groping her. He watched with satisfaction as her head jerked up and she stomped a hoof nervously.
John ran his fingers freely over the soft wet cunt under the tail touching the primate symbol on the necklace and in an instant Sheena stood before him, her back to him, and now his hand was under her ass his fingers on the soft folds of her bald cunt.
The sudden transformation along with the touch caused Sheena an almost instant climax, her body convulsing and depositing a hand full of her fluids into John’s hand.
John stepped back, his hand cupped, admiring the naked woman, the sight never failed to arouse him. Her smooth unblemished skin, taught on her body. Her firm ass cheeks, unobscured by clothing. Her muscles moved like a gazelle under that skin, and the blushing woman turned to face him. Her breasts warm and full and between her legs the messy lips of her cunt.
“Just what I needed to attract the guardian” John smiled “Smear a bit of this around and he will come right to me. I am looking forward to having his head over my mantle.”
John looked at his 3 friends “put her on the altar for the ritual” he made a motion and Sheena, still blushing, moved and sat her bare ass on the cool platinum. Laying back as moved her head under bale’s cloven hoof, feeling it cool against her forehead as she wedged her head under it. Sheena then stretched her limbs out, spreading herself like an eagle. She could only glance down as she felt them slip the sisal around her ankles and wrists and then used the primitive winch mechanism to stretch her as taught as a bow string.
While she was being tied, John regarded the naked woman, the soft lips between her legs exposed aroused his lust “Help me SHEENA, what made you make love to a BEAST? I mean that’s rather unprecedented for you.”
Sheena blushed at the thought “He…was once a human, one of the first conservationists, he wanted to save the tigers. When he fought Bale, he lost, and so bale cursed him to be what he sought to protect, no longer a man, but a beast. All the Jungle Queens before me, he protected and we cared for looking to the day we could return his humanity. His name was Sir John Huffington.
John laughed ‘TRULY? Oh this is GOING to be a trophy WORTH having on my wall!
A dark hared Frenchman walked into her vision and she felt his soft hand slip up her side to cup her breast. Her legs had been drawn open so that her pussy was completely accessible to any in the world. Two years ago she had been tied here. Just as helpless only clothed. John had not had time to strip her and rape her. At that time, she was sure she would defeat him, just as sure that this time she was going to be thoroughly and completely ravaged. Her heart beat rapidly, with excitement. They had not hurt her but they did use her. She heard something clacking on the alter where she lay. A large timber wolf stepped into her vision panting and licking its chops.
“Hunter?” Sheena asked incredulously.
John walked into her vision his 7mm Magnum rifle now in his hand “that’s right…when you had me arrested they put him in a zoo, for endangered animals. Now that I am out, Otwani was happy to reunite us.”
The lupine gave a soft growl to Sheena and she saw him turn. Her head caught beneath the hoof of Bale she could only widen her eyes and then squinch her eyes and mouth closed as the large Lupine cocked its leg and a golden stream of warm fluid splattered on Sheen’s face.
The gathered males chuckled as Hunter made his opinion of Sheena known, panting above her as he finished.
Sheena soon felt a cool nose between her spread legs and a warm tongue causing her to moan as Hunter lapped at her pussy.
John chuckled “you fellows set up camp, with our BAIT there moaning like a tigress in heat, it will not be long before the guardian will come to investigate.
Sheena felt the lupine tongue exploring her neathers, she listened to what John said about her one-time lover, she wanted the sensation of the beasts tongue to be unwanted, but right now the smooth wet tongue of the beast on her unprotected pussy felt heavenly, and if she tried to shift her body position at all, the wolf would pause growl and nip before going back to its licking, it’s warning clear.
As Sheena lay on the altar, the days light waning, soft runes began to glow. Hunter was given unrestricted access to her body as John went about with her scent laying a trail for the Guardian to follow.
She also heard them digging, though she could not see what they dug. Under the bale’s hoof her head held and with hunter busily keeping her wet, Sheena could only lay under the rising full moon, her body shimmering in a beautiful sweat. She did not even object to hunter’s attention to her pussy, she just closed her eyes, she was tired...tired of fighting…was this REALLY such a bad life?
As the last rays of the sun began to paint the sky, Magramba moved down the path. Somewhere in his long memory, he remembered Sheena, she had fanned a lust he had not felt in ages. But what was she doing here at the Bale temple? And with men, and horses. He had cut one of the horses from their heard, and sated his hunger on it. Now he was cautious.
In front of him was the Temple, and he could see and scent his queen, his mate. Someone had tied her back to the sacrificial altar. His lip curled in a snarl, someone would pay for this, and that someone lay in ambush in the brush.
The tiger was huge, nearly 1250 Lbs. of death, but like most felines he was sleek, silent. He saw the flick of movement and the big cat leapt from the trail just as the roar of a gunshot sounded. The tiger landed on his side just off the trail, still and silent.
The poacher’s heart raced. The tiger was magnificent, and one of a kind. A TALKING tiger AND the temple guardian. He watched the beast step on the trail, lift its nose to scent the air and snarl. “Thinking of getting some Quim fella?” he thought as he placed the crosshairs of his rifle on the eye of the beast, so his bullet would not ruin his trophy. “Turn your head you stupid beast, so I can go in one eye and out the other.”
He watched the beast crouch, it’s tail flicking in annoyance, it was searching for him. He saw the beast test the air again and then look right at where he lay. John brought up the slack on the trigger. Then the beast looked to the right, finally “Gotcha” John thought. He heard the roar of his trusty 7mm magnum rifle, felt it buck against his shoulder and saw the beast leap straight up.
“GOT HIM!” he smiled watching the large form land limp in the brush, right thru the eyes in mid leap.
Carefully John got up, drawing his .44 magnum Rugar Ruger Redhawk and thumbing back the hammer. He slowly approached, pointing the weapon at the huge striped tiger. It lay still, no breathing.
He used the barrel to touch the open eye, there was no response. He had DONE it, the thrill of the kill. He smiled and holstered the pistol. He reached out to feel the warm pelt of the dead animal, smirking “you may have talked BEAST, but your still just an animal.
The body was magnificent, beautiful orange and black stripes, and the muscle beneath, it was like petting solid brick with silken fur stretched over it. John smiled but then paused, speaking aloud “Wait a minute, I SHOT you thru the eye didn’t…” John’s hand moved for the pistol as he leaping back as if a snake had bit him. The tiger was faster, it’s paw swiping out caught Johns wrist, claws extended, and laid his forearm open from elbow to palm knocking the pistol away.
John cried out in pain as blood flowed, his forearm laid open like a fileted fish. His rifle was in his other hand but it was unwieldy. He continued to back away, he needed to open the distance.
“You think I am some mere BEAST!?” the tiger chuffed dangerously, head and body low to the ground. The beast’s voice was deep, growling and slightly distorted as it spoke thru 3 inch interlocking fangs.
John slowly backed further away, smiling as the magnificent beast advanced, it’s claws extended as the dinner plate sized paws took its weight
“Clever girl” he mocked it.
The tiger did not take the bait; only showing it’s glistening white fangs as it curled its lip “Release the Jungle Queen now and will make your death quick.” It snarled.
John tried to flank the big feline and put himself between the Alter, that held Sheena bound like a lamb for sacrifice, and the tiger, but the tiger pounced. The overweight poacher was only barely able to keep from being toppled and pinned by the tiger, a new set of deep furrows appearing on his left thigh.
The poacher thought he saw a look of satisfaction on old Magramba’s muzzle as he cried out, dropping his rifle, forced to one knee.
“Bloody CAT” he snarled, then smiled “We have been hunting each other along time Magramba, but any way you cut it, you’re a dumb animal who needs to be put in his place, and that place is above my mantle.
Magramba moved placing his paw atop the rifle and advancing for the kill “Where are your weapons now poacher? Now that you cannot kill from a distance like a coward, come, take on a dumb animal…animal to animal. How will you kill me now?”
John looked left and right nervously, all he had left was Sheena’s knife. He drew it, eliciting a chuckling chuff from the tiger “You think that will kill me?”
The poacher smiled back, though there was sweat on his brow “oh yes, I am going to use your blood to give myself control of your Queen’s necklace forever, then I am going to mount her, after which your head is going on my wall, and you want to know the BEST part? Because you’re an animal…I won’t even be charged with a CRIME…
Magramba’s head raised, ears perked forward. “Perfect” John thought.
“What do you mean...a crime?” he snarled advancing more quickly
John felt his back against a wall of closely growing trees, brandishing the knife seemed lame “I know you were once John Huffington, what you DON’T know, is My ancestor was Götz von Berlichingen.
The tiger’s ears laid back at the name “The German knight who fought for Bale, to take the animals from this jungle.”
John smiled “yes and the same one who helped Bale turn YOU into a beast and then raped your wife, the FIRST Jungle Queen, I did not even know it until a short while ago when Sheena disclosed your name.”
The tiger paced back and forth in front of john, quartering in “Your ancestor tried to kill me as a trophy way back then. I snapped his neck and ripped his heart fromhis chest for what he did.”
“Yes” John said “but as part of the curse YOU had to kill ALL his blood line…but you could not do that to innocents…”
“No, the tiger snarled “but YOU are not innocent”
“And” John goaded “I am the last of his line, that is until I rape THIS Jungle Queen, and take back the gift that Bale had given MY ancestor.
Magramba could take no more of this “NEVER’ he leapt at the human.”
“HUNTER NOW!” John called out.
Magramba felt an impact as the large wolf suddenly slammed into his side. The feline instincts took over and he had to turn to swipe at the dog, a loud “YIPE” and whimper coming from the dog as the paw connected with a glancing blow.
At the same time John, puffing…moved slashing at the tiger so that the feline had to move to avoid being cut.
The tiger was now flanked on 2 sides, on one side the snarling teeth of the wolf, on the other the Poacher.
Magrmba, tail down, was forced to retreat a step “Your mutt will not help you” he snarled “sooner or later one of my paws will connect!
John was gasping for breath and sweating like a pig. He switched the knife into his other hand “I will wear your fangs+ he puffed “and claws” *puff “as a necklace and screw” *gasp* “that bitch on the altar to my heart’s content!”
The tiger tried to charge him but Hunter quartered in delivering a bite to his flank that was painful but did not break the hide.
Magramba turned to lunge at the wolf when he felt the ground beneath him give way. A tiger trap! He twisted, as cats always land on their feet, to avoid the sharpened stakes at the bottom but was surprised and bemused to find it was just a shallow pit, he could easily leap out, no stakes, no dangers.
“Fool” the guardian said crouching to leap out when something dark heavy and cool bit his neck
“Wha? OOOPH!”
Stunned, as something heavy forced the half ton of tiger down under its weight. He felt something thick and cool wrapping around him.
Smiling, John waited, petting Hunter for perhaps 20 seconds before approaching the side of the shallow pit. At the bottom he was satisfied to see the head of a tiger, wrapped in coil after coil of a 37 foot long python.
John jumped down into the pit. Magramba was caught in its coils, his forelegs pinned against his midsection, the only thing showing was the tiger’s head and his hind paws. The thick shimmering scales of the python contracted everytime the panting tiger exhaled preventing an inhale.
Crouching down John ran a hand gently, possessively over the warm furred ears “Poor Magramba, looks like I will finish what my ancestor started, seems you forgot, two years ago, I had poached this python as a living trophy, one YOU released when I was arrested...he’s grown some wouldn’t you say?”
Magramba could no longer speak, his eyes flicked wildly to the hunter gloating above him, the crushing cool coils held him and squeezed as he groaned, it couldn’t end this way…he felt the poacher’s hands caressing his head, it almost felt…nice…
John smiled more scratching behind the ears and running a finger along the now impotent muzzle “Shhhhhh” John said gently “your time is done; you will have a prominent place on my trophy wall. You did not really think I would DAMAGE that PELT of yours with a gunshot did you?”
The reptile deepened the deadly embrace as the people from John’s camp gathered to watch the end, the tiger’s tongue lolling from his muzzle and beginning to turn blue.
Magrmba tried to lift his head and snap at the hand, but he could barely move, He saw John stand and raise his foot and felt the bottom of the poacher’s foot against his cheek…firmly pushing his head to the ground to allow the snake to finish its task. Above him he heard “Shhhhhhh shhh shhhhh… They say it is just like falling asleep Magramba, just let it happen.”
As dark clouds rolled into his vision, Magrmaba’s oxygen starved brain heard the words. That seemed so right...so peaceful. He would just close his eyes and sleep…”
With ultimate satisfaction John watched the tiger’s eyes close under his foot. He held the tiger’s head there until he began to feel the twitching spasms of the last throws of the central nervous system.
Finally! after two years of waiting, the tiger became still. Feeling the relaxation, the Python released the carcass intending to eat…but the men above seized it, they had a goat waiting in another pen.
Wiping his brow. John knelt down and ran his hand along the animal’s body. Still warm but no breathing…no pulse, the tongue a deep purple, the eyes open and sightless.
Using a foot, he rolled the heavy carcass to its back and regarded the soft white furred testicles. A thought struck him and, using the knife, he made 2 small slits in the scrotum and pressed, causing the white orbs to slip from their protective skin. gripping the warm orbs in his hand John severed the tubes with his knife “you never knew what to do with these anyways, they will look nice on my desk in a jar of formaldehyde.
The men returned, he smiled up “throw down the rope!”
A plain sisal rope was tossed own and he easily looped it around the beast’s hind legs, and climbed out of the hole, a man offering a hand to help him, as the tiger was hoisted by his hind legs to swing freely.
John regarded the limp animal hanging by its hind legs, tongue dangling, tail limp. He moved to stand next to it placing a hand on the flank as the limp tail fell up the dead beast’s back. One of the tribesmen bandaged his arm and leg. The Frenchman retrieved his rifle and pistol and hunter moved to sit on the other side of the swinging trophy while his personal photographer captured several pictures of “the kill”
By now, John was so horney he could hardly wait, but this had to be done right for the ceremony. They brought over a pair of plyer like clippers. John insisted he be the one to, one by one, press on the pad of each claw and remove the thick claw from each toe. It took him only about 10 min to have a pile of 20 large claws at his feet
John smirked “So much for declawing the kitten, now for the FUN part.”
He approached the carcass. The poacher grasped the fur between the ears lifting the large head. With a practiced eye and hand, he felt around the shoulders for the fur so he would not ruin the pelt, and, using Sheena’s own knife, began to cut around the tiger’s neck using a silver basin to capture the tiger’s blood.
The knife was extremely sharp and when the head severed, he gripped it by the top and held it aloft “BALE! Behold! I have completed your quest.”
The sightless head hung from his hand, the muzzle open tongue lolling, as he proclaimed, the sky, which had been cloudy cleared, for a crystal clear star lit night, torches around the platinum altar sprang to life as if by magic.
As Sheena lay on the altar, panting in need, she saw John walk into her vision. From his hand hung her one time lovers head. All Sheena could think of at the moment was her growing lust, Hunter had been at her all day, and how powerful John actually had to be to defeat the Guardian.
John stepped up on the later, standing over Sheena, his feet planted on each side of her taught body and he placed the tiger’s head in the outstretched marble hand of Bale so it’s sightless eyes could look down on the defeated Jungle Queen.
John smiled down, now his heart racing. Between his feet Sheena lay naked as the day she was born. John took his time, first slipping off his boots, then his shirt revealing the paunch of his belly. “You always wanted the Sports illustrated men didn’t you Sheena?” he ran his bare foot along under her soft breast allowing it to finally come to rest on her chest between those magnificent breasts. “You never gave anyone with less than a perfect body a second look did you?” he moved his toes to her mouth to run them around her lips.
From her vantage point she was looking straight up at John from his feet. She felt the cool gritty sole on her smooth warm skin as he gloated above her, turning he ran as she had never been. When he ran his toe over her lips she opened her mouth and suckled on it gently.
He opened his belt and lowered his breeches, preparing to finisher off. He was overweight, and out of shape but as he tossed his undergarment away and stood above her naked, she was pleasantly surprised to see the side of the package hanging between his legs. He as overweight, sweaty, but his male parts hung like warm pendulums, and with the women he had taken, willing and unwilling she knew he KNEW how to use what he had.
She’d drank from that faucet between his legs, but he had always worn his clothing, she suckled his length from his fly. Now he looked even more prominent, above her she saw his full scrotum, full of his seed, wearing only her necklace around his neck.
Her eyes locked on his sack, she had never really considered a man’s scrotum before, and how, erotic it looked.
John removed the neckless and draped it over the dead tiger’s face, that rested in the bale’s marble hand, then he grabbed his length and pointed it at Sheena beneath him.
Sheena knew what was coming, this was an animal ceremony, John would mark her. The other men had gathered in a semicircle, hands joined, to watch. Sheena felt John’s warm yellow urine splash against her. The poacher took his time, obeying the ceremony as he directed his stream against her and had it wander over her body, marking her as “his” The fluids pooled under her and felt strangely cooling and refreshing. “Oh Bale, demon incubus of animals, I invoke your name on your ancient prey. Grant me the power to put her within her place the place she belongs with the rest of the animals who serve man!
John stood above her triumphantly, the ropes made deep but not painful marks in her wrists, in her ankles…she could not move muscle, she was HIS. And TIHS time no “Officer” or other heroes to save her. He made sure to cover her bald pussy in his scent and in his mind he knew, THIS is where she belonged…THIS was her place in life.
Once marked Actaeon descended the altar and looked at a young man “Her loin cloth” he said simply.
Sheena’s unwashed animal skin panties were brought and John smiled down from above “Women should be seen, not heard, speak only when spoken TO…I do not want to hear you tonight…. open your mouth”
Sheena had no idea why this was arousing her so much, maybe it was the ceremony, maybe they had drugged her, maybe it was being a sacrifice, or the lack of control…but she opened her mouth and felt John stuff the sour leather into her maw.
John packed the leather into her cheeks firmly, filling her mouth, he would sample THAT later, right now he only wanted one thing, his cock in her womb and to finish the ceremony, to take from her forever control of her body. Panting, her cheeks bulging he wrapped Sheena’s own animal skin bra around her head to tie the gag in place.
Finally! it was time. He had spent two years in prison for this and they were worth every second for this moment.
Looking up from between Bale’s Iron cloven hoof, Sheena felt the man move atop her. His heavy warm weight pinned her back as she took his weight, his erection pressing up against her unprotected sex.
John felt her lithe body beneath him, until this moment an unattainable goal. He could feel her heat as he pressed his stiff tip against the folds of her Venus mound. He noted with some satisfaction as he used the head of his cock to force open her cunt, her toes point, the ropes holding her firm.
Sheena felt John enter her with a vicious thrust, grunting with effort as she arched her back from the brief pain of his cock slamming into her cervix. Those balls she had been staring at would shortly deliver his seed into her and sever her control of her necklace forever.
John arched his back with a groan watching Sheena trying to cry out from his force, the gag keeping her blissfully as silent as the night.
John’s hips rose and fell as he began a brutal fucking, gripping her shoulders with his hands as pulled out to ram back into the helpless jungle queen
For Sheena she tried to hang on for dear life. She could not arch or flex and John’s thick cock slammed into her, his belly pinning her. She had to breath thru her nose as she panted and the two sweaty body ground against each other. Desperately trying to catch her breath thru her nostrils.
John was like a rutting bull as he drew back only to RAM back in, his spittle splashing on Sheena’s face “TAKE it “he snarled lost in the lust of the feeling of his length lodged deep within her body,
Sheena was shoved forward up under the idol’s hoof as the poacher above her pummeled her pussy. Around her runes glowed brightly and she could see the tiger’s eyes beginning to glow red, her necklace beginning to take on the red hue.
John leaned down and obscenely licked Sheena’s face smiling “I am going to poach that pussy Sheena…I am going to FINISH what I started two years ago, all that’s needed is a climax...you and I” he punctuated the last with a firm thrust.
Sheena could not make a sound, her mouth filled with her own leather panties. Her breasts swayed as the raging man above her plundered her body, the only sound that of the birds and of the air rushing in and out of her nostrils.
John felt himself deep inside the prostrate Jungle Queen, to have unrestricted access to her body, ultimate control of her form, what she did…and not all the hero’s in the world could save her. He pulled back again, feeling her soft sex clinging to his erection. The soft flesh of her labia stretching along his shaft as he withdrew’ before thrusting firmly back in with a “Gahh!” of passion…
Beneath him Sheera felt both helpless and yet free…he was rutting her like an animal…he was taking her like a possession…her head swam as she tried to suck in more air thru just her nose. The men around watched smiling, no one, not even her tribe lifted one finger to stop John, not one made an attempt to object. This is what they wanted…
Sheena felt her climax building like a freight train, she could tell the Poacher was holding back, waiting to conquer that part of her too. The thought of being conquered...like an animal…was so naughty, so wonderful.
Tied as tight as she was, and gagged completely no one saw Sheena’s climax but John felt it, her pussy spasmed; trying to pull him deeper into her body, the Tiger’s eyes now glowing brilliantly red as did he necklace.
The poacher Arched bellowing like a Rhino as his fingers dug into her shoulders. He gazed down at the controlled woman beneath him, the pleasure coursing thru his thighs as he took from her what she would never have given for his own pleasure. Deep within her womb John’s cock pulsed, sending wave after wave of his seed into his prey. His scrotum nestled closely up against her sex as it pulsed 3, 4 then 5 powerful pulses of his seed into the defeated woman.
Finally, sweaty and panting with a warm glow of satisfaction, John dismounted Sheena and smirked. Taking his cell phone, he laid beside her and took a selfie, of himself beside the bound woman with his semen dripping out of her cunt, tied to the temple sacrifice. “just wait till I post THIS Sheena, I’s day we pretty much finished off your reputation wouldn’t you?
Sheena could only nod, blushing as she lowered her eyes.
Catching his breath, John ran his hand along her sweaty body, up her side and over her breast. He enjoyed seeing his seed dripping for her pussy. He took a moment to move next to her ear, quietly saying “I did that INSIDE of you, UNPROTECTED…get used to it…. “Now“ he took hold of the tiger’s head “I have a pelt to take care of and a mount for my wall to make...you lay here on the altar”
There under the African moon, they filed away, leaving Sheena bound to the altar, alone in the night…she fell quickly asleep,
Washington DC
Diana allowed herself several hours of pleasure from Hawk Woman, until she had finally grown familiar enough with the delights of her sister’s body that the simple sex no longer aroused her enough to climax. Meanwhile Shayera had lapped up so much pussy juice from her friend that she thought she would drown.
Finally, naked, and smelling of sex. Diana let her up and they began cleaning the room. Outside November was starting, and the Indian summer had the leaves brilliant colors. People walking by from a distance, outside the fence, could see thru the mansion windows, 2 naked women working, one with what looked like a pair of wings on her back, but both parading in front of the clear windows, one still body painted white like a chicken, as naked as the day they were born. Not surprisingly no one cared the police were not called, life went on.
It took them the better part of 4 hours to clean and scrub the room until it was immaculate once again. Diana made Shayera wax the hard wood floors on her hands and knees while she did dishes and straightened the room. The fire places crackled happily.
The room completed, Diana attached a leash to Shayera, who stood her eyes on Diana’s feet smiling like an embarrassed school girl, her body caked in dried flaking male semen. Shayera had taken to rubbing her abdomen where she knew Brad’s child grew, a product of rape.
Diana walked her into the servant’s bathroom, it was a simple room, unlike Actaeon’s, a single chrome shower head in a clear glass stall. The two women showered. Once inside. Diana stood, indulging in her royal privilege, as Shayera knelt in the shower lathering and washing the unblemished amazon body.
Shayera’s smooth hands roamed over the taught amazon skin, while Diana opened her legs, allowing the kneeling bird woman to clean the soft quim between, Diana smirked as Shayera bend down to kiss the top of her bare feet.
Diana patiently indulged her sister as the red haired bird woman would rub the soaped sponge over Diana’s ass, and lean in to kiss and sample the amazon cunt. Diana would gently stroke the top of Shayera’s head indulgently as she neither sanctioned nor forbade the other woman’s attention. She did not thank Shayera either, the woman’s red lips intimately kissing the amazon’s bald shaved cunt.
Once Diana felt clean, she took Shayera under the arms and stood her…Turning her fellow heroine around she snuggled her front against Shayera’s back, laying her cheek against Shayera’s neck, feeling the wet wings against her as Diana reached under the wings to begin exploring Shayera’s body and washing away the latex.
Diana saw Shayera’s arms go limp and her head go forward as the amazon reach around the brainwashed woman, under the wings and arms to gently begin soaping and masturbating the bird brained woman. That bird brained woman moaned openly and let her head lay back against Diana’s shoulder. The amazon’s fingers spread the soft pussy lips and rubbed circles around inside the moist flesh. Diana knew that after Brad’s “treatments’ Shayera would let anyone do this but for now, that did not matter. Diana leaned in to nuzzle the other woman’s neck as Hawk Woman’s eyes rolled up in her head and her head lolled to the side to allow the intimate nuzzle.
Diana’s squeezed more soap into her hand and slipped them under Shayera’s breasts to soap and caress them, her thumbs rolling and flicking the woman’s bare nipples.
Then her hands were on Shayera’s shoulders and she began to wash the wings themselves. In the past she had not even let her, now ex fiancé, The Green Lantern John, touch her wings. Now Diana soaped them watching as the congealed male semen washed out of the sodden bleached feathers, washing down the drain. The Hawk Woman let her chin rest on her chest and allowed Diana to do whatever she wished.
Diana soaped all of Shayera’s body, scrubbing off the grime and the latex so she was no longer “chicken woman” the latex left the skin soft and sensitive. Diana leaned in to gently nip and suck at the other woman’s neck and shoulders, leaving hickeys all over the unblemished skin
Hawk Woman stood passively allowing herself to be used however the other woman wanted, moaning and groaning as the warm water cascaded over her.
As she was cleaned she felt Diana’s hands harden, the amazon’s lips found Shayera’s nipples again suckling and tugging at the nipple. Diana pressed her back against the shower wall and Shayera felt her leg lifted.
Wonder Woman smiled, about to realize another dark fantasy she had always had with the Thanigarian whore.
Lifting Shayera’s leg high above her head so the bird was standing on one leg like a flamingo, Wonder Woman leaned back obscenely and stepped against the other woman pressing her own soft pussy lips against Shayera’s.
Shayera’s eyes opened suddenly at the sudden obscene kiss on her lower lips seeing Diana smiling at her as they began to grind their groins together.
Diana ground her hips against her opposite, thrusting her hips like she were a male, raping the bird woman again.
“You like that Bird brain?” Diana whispered
Shayera blushed at the humiliating name and nodded quietly
Her excitement raising, Diana reached out to crush Shayera in a hug, trapping the raised leg between them as Wonder Woman felt the other woman’s soft breasts against her own. The ultra-soft feel of female flesh, that no man could duplicate drove the amazon lust hotter in the warm water. She crushed another kiss on Shayera’s unresisting lips, once against exploring the other woman’s mouth with impunity.
A tear slid down Shayera’s cheek, lost in the stream of water, perhaps a remnant of the warrior that had once been now suppressed by the slut that Brad had created.
Wonder Woman did not care, as the two women gyrated each other’s crotches against each other, their juices mingling as their passions were fanned.
Actaeon watched from the doorway, the two women oblivious to him as they struggled their hands slipping over each other’s body.
Cardinal Emit stepped up, his scarlet Mozzetta about his shoulders as he watched the debauchery going on in the shower. “When do I get my payment?” The young Cardinal asked.
Actaeon watched as Diana forced the bird girl to climax first, every bit as much of a rape as the males had done to her, “Don’t worry Cardinal, everything is going just how I planned.”
Diana continue to gyrate till she brought herself off against Hawkwoman. The 2 women then standing together panting in the warm water, oblivious and uncaring who had watched their show. “We need only one more puzzle piece…”