Hunter of the Amazon Chapter 46 Comments desired at lordgriff0n55@outlook.com The Final Conquest
Tom smiled smugly, walking beside his best friend Tim, admiring the bare ass of
the soon to be permanetly ex-super heroine Wonder Girl AKA: Donna Troy. It was
such a tight ass. Smooth, almost pale white, her spine descending between bare
shoulder blades to the un-covered to of her cleft. Further below, her naked feet
moves with shapely legs agains drawing the ey upwards toward that perfect ass.
Donna troy. She stood completely naked, flanked by her older sister, Wonder
Woman, and their mother, Hypolita. The dazed junior heroine stood in stark
contrast to her family members. Wonder Woman was Buxom, well-muscled and mature
while their mother was volup-tuous. Wonder Girl was Svelte. All three stood
relaxed in their nudity. Wonder Woman sported 2 dark silver dollar sized areola
with her pussy smooth and bare between her thighs; ‘s were smaller and pink and
still had her neatly trimmed blond pubes while Wonder Girl had 2 perky pink
nipples on a very tight “A” cup breast that did not pout at all and had no
areola and a wild black bush between her thigh matted with his seed. She stood
there confused, embarrassed…her left hand grip-ping her right upper forearm
obviously blaming herself. Tom had not only defeated wonder girl, he had MOPPED
the foor with her and then had literally raped her brains out not once, but
twice. Just like Dr. Mengle said she would. Ripping a climax out of her during
an obvious vi-olation defied all the social programing of her life, that a good
girl shouldn’t feel physical pleasure at such an act. Now she was dazed,
traumatized, and he would have to exploit her silly little sense of honor to
finish her off her free will once and for all before she could psy-chologically
recover. The same way he had with her mother and sister. This would be taking
objetification to a whole new level and Tom did not feel the slightest bit of
guilt or regret. Donna, for her part, was still trying to unscramble her
thoughts. Flanked by her willess and naked mother and sister and with the 2
dominant boys smirking triumphantly, she was willingly walking towards the
device that would transform her into the same compliant, obdient and
appreciative slave that this invader had done to her family and her entire
nation. Not that resistance would have done her any good, there was no way she
could overpower both her sister and mother. It was not the way Donna had
pictured losing her virginity ... Defeated by an enemy, stripped naked and taken
on the floor in front of thousands of fans cheering for her demise. Tom had
gotten a standing ovation as he had gripped her blackhair and lifted her up to
display her limp, sweaty defiled body to them. She shivered with disgust at
herself. That act should have revolted her, but on the contrary...it had sent a
thrill through her he could not de-ny. Perhaps that is why Hera, their patron
goddess had abandoned them…maybe that’s why she went willingly, she deserved
this. What she couldn't figure out is how he had forced such intense pleasure on
her. That was NOT how it was supposed to happen. Rape was bad and he HAD raped
her. The young man had beat her down, stipped her...forced her legs open, and
had his way with her. In fact, he had gloated over her the whole time that he
would force her to bare his child. So why was she walking passively to the
diabolical device that would remove the one obstcle that prevented a slaver from
ever winning? Free will. Tim smiled beside his friend, watching the 3 tight bare
asses sway as they marched the victim to that device, bare feet pressing against
the cool marble floor. "Can I do anything?" Tim asked Tom. Tom chuckled "make
some popcorn? I want to watch every SECOND of this... I am going to fuck her and
her family seven ways to Sunday. Donna was walked past the trophy cases
containing the 3 women's uniforms and vestments, Diana on her right gripping
Donna’s wrist and elbow, Hypolita on her left. Tom could not resist reaching out
to give the young teenager's ass a hard sharp slap. It was not a playful love
tap, rather it was a hard sharp slap meant to sting and left a red hand print on
her right ass cheek. "Come on sweet cheeks, I haven't got all day, lets empty
that pretty little head of yours." Tom knew he HAD to get her on that table
before she had time to recover. He was closer then anyone had ever been to
TRUELY defeating ALL the wonder women. The entire Amazon nation. Not even
Hercules himself had accomplished that. Donna winced at the spank, but offered
no resistance. Somewhere her mind screamed WHY? Why not at least RESIST? That
was all part of the psychology. She had been defeated when she had ALL her
powers, how could she win now with none? What she needed to regain her powers,
were now locked forever in the trophy case behind thick armored glass, she could
see the gusset of her jet black uniform still wet with her own juices.
Fatalisim. Thomas Boone, who had once had posters of her sister on the wall as
his hero, had humiliated her in front of her family, he had recorded it and it
had gone out on every darknet sight and, hell, most normal sights on the planet
and there wasn't a single twitter or tweet in her defense. On the contrary
suggestions were pouring in with requests to see lewd acts with her, even
knowing this was real, not AI. She felt resignation, and there was the phyiscal
pleasure. She was still wet as a fish, his pearly white seed smeared all over
her labia and running like a river down her thighs so that she left wet
footprints in the marble for all the world to see. No matter what she tried to
think of she couldn't make it stop and she began to cry like a little girl.
How could she, a super heroine be enjoying this? Self blame, she truely deserved
this. Finally there was the fact that this villain, Tom, was in fact a hawkishly
handsome, kind and extremely well endowed male. Beyond their fight he had not
beaten her. The fact that kissing his unwashed feet tasted like an old salty
steak left in the sun too long, or that his cock tasted like an earthworm in her
mouth and smelled like an old shoe was not pleasant but...over time she tought
she could get used to it. He had not tried to kill her, he had actually offered
her something new and exciting ... A release from responsibility. She wouldn't
have to make life and death decisions, she would not have to risk her life, all
she would have to do is lay back and do as she was told. Justification.
Finally, there was her culture, at least in her mind this was a code of
conduct...a defeated amazon WAS a slave to her conqueror. He had defeated her,
her sister and her mother with no tricks. This is where she belonged, at his
feet with the rest of the dirt. For Tom and Tim, they had spoken extensively to
Dr. Mengle, Tom had marched Wondergirl in front of her old uniform on purpose.
He had been tutored in the psychology of what was called Battered Wives Syndrome
and Stockholm Syndrome. It was a fasinating way to exploit a woman and need not
entail crude physical abuse, when the psycological abuse was so much more ...
delicious, effective, and didn't mar her beauty! but for now her feeling of self
worthlessness was fleeting, she could not be given time to get her emotions
under control. So it was that Donna Troy stepped up to the tamer device. It had
already been set up just for her. A Name Tag flashed over the head rest. Slave
Donna Troy. With a Red flashing readout that flaked "Free Will" 100% The nanite
tanks, swimming with the advanced techhnology developped from the bat conputers
and the now defunct superman's fortress of solitude. Swimming in a nutrient and
aphrodesiac solution, those nanites would seek out and mark for destruction all
her free will synapses. Redirect discomfort and humiliation signals directly to
her pleasure centers and make her his for good. All the tanks had been freshly
filled. Her end was NEAR. Donna was marched up to the device. When her mother
and sister released her she turned around to observe her two young masters. She
stood head down, looking at their feet, she didn't try to hide her nakedness any
more, they had already seen eveything. Touched eve-rything. Tears streaking her
cheeks she siffeled "I...I'm Scared" she said plaintively. Tim and Tom reached
out gentle hands, Tom using the crook of his forefinger to wipe one cheek "Don't
be affraid, in a few moments the only thing on your mind will be sucking on my
cock... and pleasing me. It will not even be unpleasant. Trust me this IS for
the best. Now be a good girl and hop up on the bed.” He gently patted her bare
flank and then the warm table. “Time to put you in your place.” It souded
absurd. It caused her to chuckle and, resigned, she willingly hopped up onto the
inclined bed, swiningher feet around and laying back against the warm bed. Her
own fami-ly began securing her. Spreading her knees and locking the device
restraints around her ankles, leaving her completely exposed, so her new master
cold gently run the crook of his finger up and down her exposed lips. Slowly
circling her labia and sliding in and out of her body. More restraints just
below her knees, then mid thigh, the warm silver mesh locking with a click
before retracting to immobalize her legs.
Next, while the smiling male's hands roamed her body freely, her left wrist
right beside her head, then another at her left elbow. She shifted her hips to
get more comfortable and her mother secured the belt just above her hips,
smiling reassuringly to her, and across her chest just under her breasts. Her
sister secured her right wrist in the mechanisim, which snapped shut
automatically, a Green buton labled "start" right beside her finger. She was
now, once again, restrained and at Tom's mercy, while Tom’s friend, Tim, cupper
and gently squeezed her right breast, leaning in with warm soft lips to just
suck freely on the nipple.
Once fully secured, and helpless her mother and Sister, took up station naked at
attention at attention on either side of the head of the bed. There task done
there eyes empty, backs straight, heels together ready for their next command.
Who was SHE kidding, Donna thought, she had been at the Tom’s mercy the whole
time. She looked up plaintively "I... don’t suppose there is any use..asking you
not destroy me... Tom's smiling face, smug as always, hove into view and she
felt his hand, unbidden, slide up the trunk of her body to grope her left
breast, still covered in his bite marks and hickeys. "I am not going to destroy
you, I am going to remake you. Ready to start your new life slave?" Donna's
whole body flushed red and she could not look him in the eyes "May..may I ask a
question?" she asked, her mouth dry. "You may." he said imagining her without
any will at all. "W... what will it be like? Will it hurt? Dr. Mengela said the
nanites would..burn...." Tom's hand slid down her perfect alabaster body to cup
her wet pussy in his hand, feeling the soft wet Labia "Hypolita... tell
her...answer truthfully" he added so that the defunct amazon queen could say
what she really knew not what she thought would please Tom. "The brain doesn't
have pain receptors, daughter." Her mother smiled reassuringly be-fore placeing
a very unmotherly kiss on her daughter's mouth. Donna did not resist it, feeling
her mother's tongue slidee deeply into her own mouth, she had seen other
amazons, even family members doing it her whole life, after all it HAD been an
island of just women. She closed her eyes and just began letting his happen, her
nipples hardending. "The machine will start STIMULATING you.... you will
naturally begin to fantasize about what is erotic to you. Don't resist it, we
all have dark fantasies, the mahine will not settle for a fantasy of date night
making out with your boyfriend." The queen said after breaking the kiss. Donna
trembled, she had some VERY dark fantasies "Will... will everyone know?"
Hypolita frowned. She had no free will but she was still Hypolita in her
body...correction her body now belooned to Tom, even the old hypolita had to
admit that. "Yes, not only would you tell them after the proceedure is done."
She pointed to a monitor over Donna's head "It's being displayed and recoreded.
It's going to be sold on Amazon Prime, yes by daughter in a very VERY short
time, the entire world will see how our master can re write us. Hypolitia gave
her daughter a stern look "I suggest you just go with it and don't resist. There
is NOTHING you can do about it. My own dark fantasy was to be bred by my own
horse... the machine will sense your fantasies...weather you resist thinking of
them, or desire to fantasize that will be your free will...the nanites will seek
out any brain cell that shows the SLIGHTEST reaction.... and target it. At the
same time this device will also use every mind control technique in the know
galaxy... subliminals...hypnosis...it will physically and intimately stimulate
your body" Her mother paused to kiss one of her nipples, the two boys watching
aroused at the mother / daughter scene and smiled. "To stimulate you in a way
that will leave you like a drug addict looking for the same level of pleasure
again... without the negative health effects, of course.
When they finish you off for good, you will get close to that level of physical
pleasure but never again achieve it, leaving you desperate to TRY.... Once that
is complete, you will be one step away...an orgasam, from losing your free will
forever, but by that time you will crave that orgasam.... the process is not
unplesanat at all but it is QUITE permanent." Donna was panting, a slight sweat
on her body as she trembled softly “W…what is it like? Having no free will?”
Diana spoke this time “You will know everything. Who you are, where you are…what
you were, all your memories will be completely intact …but after that last
climax, everything everyone tells you...will just seem like the best idea you
ever heard.” Donna looked up “and so…we just do it...” Diana nodded “No shame,
no guilt, no resistance, just…very very satisfying, in a way I never knew
possible. Donna considered this “And…when no one is directing us? Hypolita
smiled “Like being in a trance...calm…unthinking…just waiting. Donna took a
nervous breath in, and gave a frightened smile "Well..I guess too late to try
and back out now.." She looked at Tom "May I make one request of you?" Again Tom
nodded "I...I will do this myself..I will cooperate completely...but just two
things... #1, please don't humiliate me. Don't Share that video with other,
don't share Me with others. Make me YOUR personal slave and even the part locked
within me will devote even my life to your slightest approval." Tom cocked his
head "and #2?" Donna looked away "don't do anal on me...I... it does hurt and I
have never wanted to try it" she looked back desperately "PLEASE...promise me
you won't..." Tom stroked a lock of hair from her cheek "Very well... I will
record this for my own…records, but I will not put it out to the net and You
will be mine alone and I promise not to ass rape you...but you must be mine
FULLY." He kissed her deeply, and she kissed back. Nervously...The last Amazon
warrior, pushed the start button that would bring about her own demise... The
machine blinked to life. First she felt the slippery probes as the two boys
stood over her, smiling down like wolves over a sheep, their arousal evident
under their togas... A clear, lubricated cup made contact with her genitals,
light suction sealing it to her skin, within another clear phallus probe
slithered into her pussy. Donna felt the warm clear tip part her labia, streach
her with a warm surge of pleasure in her loins. The seed from the boy's rape of
her, helping it slip in. With the camera's focused on her, the with a clear view
of the milky white semen he had deposited into her body to claim his victory as
it extended to nudge agaist her cervix, pausing before it began to thrust in and
out of her body.
Next came the anal probe. She had feared this..she hated anything in her ass.
The probe, warm and also slippery wiggled between her ass cheeks and pressed
insistantly up and in, causing her to whimper plaintivly. The clear phallus
mindlessly spread her anus as it lodged deep into her bowel and begin to
osselate in and out. The one thing she hated, anal sex, it disgusted her,
it...hurt... A mask, like a clear warm silicon face hugger...pressed against her
face. She felt a soft puff against her face as they begian forcing herto breath
the psycotropic gasses. This was it, this would be her end...once they had her
unconcious she was truely and totally at their mercy.
She felt the 2 boys sliding their hands over her body…groping her breasts....Tom
even sneered as he leaned in to lick her ear... He was going to enjoy this. Her
eyes drooped as the gas relaxed her throat. The smooth was shaped like a
phallus...and her lower jaw went slack as she was fed the long tube... The
machine wanted to hyper saturate the helpless female's systems. Her gag reflex
supressed the tube slitherd into her threachea, extending down to her lungs,
bifurcating for another tube to extend directly into her stomach to pump even
more drugs into her system.
Already relaxing, two tubes next extended up her nostrils. "Well that shuts her
up" Tom chuckled, sliding his rm around Wonder Woman's bare waist, his fingers
automatically cupping her pussy as the heroines stood staring ahead without a
thought in her head. As she lay there, a screen began to extend automatically
down surrounding her face, while ear pods sealed off her hearing, the green
noise and sublimnal messaging beginning as colors danced before her eyes. She
glanced one more time at the doorway, almost willing Flash or Batman or SOMEONE
to save here... but a tight clear well lubricated warm silicone membrane began
to slip up her body. No one came. No one WAS coming, Only the smooth warm
feeling of slear silicone, lubriated like a greased fish...sliding up her body
until she was completely covered. Next a powerful vacuum pulled the membrane
even tighter against her body, completely vacbedding her. It form fitted to
every part of her body like a second skin, making her look and feel more named
THAN naked. That finished, small suction cups, like cow milkers, covered her
nipples and she felt the IV needle slide into her arm. The green fully charged
nanites flowing into her blood stream. As she was fed oxygen and gases from her
mask..her eyes began to droop and she closed them...a warm feeling coming over
her as she began to think of how handsome Tom was.
Donna Troy’s; Wonder girl’s, world faded into the wonderful realm of dream. As
she stared up at the young man above her, she felt peaceful. His warm palm felt
nice on her slight-ly cold nipple. Her eyes drooped as she relaxed and she felt
the machine doing the work for her. Breathing, filling her lungs with both
oxygen and sedative directly. Like a dog at the vet-erinary clinic. As she
relaxed, she found herself in a golden field, with warm sun on her. Like
Elysi-um. She stood up and looked around. She was naked, but he was free,
nothing to be ashamed of…no need to hold back. Then she realized she was
dreaming. Her body was back in Tom Boone’s lab on their Island...but this was
like lucid dreaming. In the lab, the computer had now identified the subject’s
sense of peace and pleasure. It now began to probe. The Meter beside her read
“Free will Deletion, 2%” Within her dream, suddenly people appeared. Pointing at
her… some were laughing, others were pointing out she was STARK naked. The
adaptive machine sensed her embarrassment, On the table the naked woman’s brow
furrowed, a blush as in her dream she started to move her hands to cover herself
before she realized, she was perfect the way she was….. why shouldn’t she own
this? The Machine read 5%. Next, every villain she had even known stood before
her… pointing at his feet they looked at the crowd “Behold how weak and stupid
Wondergirl really is! Now Wondergirl, while your fans watch on all 4’s bitch!”
He moved up and pressed his glans against her anus “N..No!” she protested as the
probe on the table suddenly expanded to painful size, Upon the table outside she
began to struggle against her bondage in her sleep…whimpering while in her
dream, the machine sense Humiliation…and cried, clenching against the probe as
she squirmed for Tom and Tim… but slowly…that stopped… her hips twerking against
the warm slippery silicone… her mouth sucking on the phallus within it In the
dream realm…the mindless machine isolated her pain receptors…dulled the pain,
not so much as she would not realize an injury…but simultaneously rewired the
neural pathway to pride and to pleasure…. In the lucid dream, unbidden the
thought came that...she was still a heroine…if these evil villains were enjoying
her…. she was proudly protecting oth-ers…if she just performed better…. what
better love hath a woman right? It didn’t feel that bad… The meter now read 25%
as Tim and Tom watched in egger anticipation. Another stepped up in front of
Donna…his long length out “Suck” he commanded. She felt at ease...as he slipped
it into her mouth and to her surprise…it didn’t taste bad at all…the scent was
warm, arousing and he tasted much like warm sweet icing like on a cin-namon roll
as the machine wired her tastes to always be pleasant. 50% They began to touch
her…play with her…. In the real-world Donna was fitted for her nipple, clitoris
and nose rings. Yes, like getting her ears pierced it hurt a bit…but it made her
more desirable. The hair follicles on her pubic and underarm hair were
systematically destroyed from within, leaving her completely depilated So much
so that in her dreams she had done it…. the villains now wanted her…as their
hands slid along her nude body… The computers identified her pleasure
centers…making each pleasure sensory nerve hyper sensitive… 80% Tom and Time
were practically drooling now…victory in sight. They each looked at the door,
every cheesy story in the world always had a hero breaking in just in time to
save the day. Tom and his father had gone to long lengths…and it was paying
off...just 20% and he would have all 3 of them…no one came. The Machine began
its final cycle… the hormones, stimulating and peeking her ama-zon estrogen and
fertility so high she could almost conceive with an earthworm…. On the table
Donna try stiffened…just on the edge of a climax but not there…. 98% … 99% … 100
100 100 100 “YES!” the two shouted in unison. Wonder Woman and Hypolita standing
naked at attention flanking their sister and Daughter. The cycle completed…the
bed began the shutdown…the probes retracting, the warm clear silicon sheet
slipping down her body, leaving her slippery and glistening. Tom looked at Tim
as Donna stirred and began to sit up. “You can watch if you want, or take her
sister or her mother, we already confirmed I knocked them up…but SHE is MINE and
I am finishing her off right now.” Donna looked around the room. The first thing
she felt was incredibly horny. She wondered if this was what males felt when
they had “morning wood”.
The memories came flooding back to her. Tom…the machine… the dream … she had no
idea how much time had passed but she wanted…no she NEEDED to…. Her fingers
darted own to her soft folds and made once circle before she froze… Look-ing up
at Tom with wide eyes. Eyes that said she new if she reached climax… Tom smiled
and nodded “yes….. We can do this the easy way….or the hard way” He moved over
to sit next to her on the table, his hands sliding up her inner thigh “Slave” he
said opening his robe showing his erection. Donna stared at it with dread and
desire. He was never ugly, she had actually…found his phallus arousing before
the treatment…but now…she knew it was the programing but she wanted it…she just
WANTED it. “You like it?” Tome teased…his fingers playing with her moist lips
“You can have it…” Donna’s mind warred with her emotions, the nanites within her
seeing to it which would win…just waiting the signal...the final overwhelming
emotion that would burn out the free will neurons for good. Timid…like a wild
animal, Donna Troy watched Tim stand up and strike his own He-ro’s pose. She
slipped off the table down to her hands and knees and began to crawl across the
floor on all 4’s… her eyes wild...ready to run of there was danger but…willing
to chance it.” Tom smiled and spoke gently to her “Thaaats right slave…. I know
you COULD re-sist… but could you do it for the rest of your life?
Donna paused “The…rest of my life? Tom nodded “It doesn’t have to be ME.” he
gazed down at her before his feet…”Anyone, your closest friend, your worst
enemy…all those desires will re-main...permanently edged…and the first one who
brings you off, even if you masturbate your-self ” he smiles and snapped his
fingers “pfft.” That had not occurred to her. He was right, she was on the verge
of refusing…her pride not wanting to become just his living flesh light… Her
fingers touched her soft folds. The clit ring was there… it was SO sensitive.”
The war raged as she looked up “The… hard way?” She asked hoping her would
elabo-rate. Tom shrugged “I leave you here…tie you up…keep you on the edge and
no deal, you will NOT be “just mine” and you WILL be taken anally and, when you
can’t stand it anymore, I will have that ass and put the entire thing on the
net. Donna knelt with her bare ass on her heels…looking plaintively with icy
blue eyes, up at the man younger than her…his magnificent length glistening… he
was strong, he beat her...and... if he had her…he would not go after others. Was
that the dream? No, she had her free will...that was her logic. Wait? Like her
mother and Sister before...she felt herself fighting a losing battle. Unlike her
mother and sister Donna had only ever felt the pleasure tome had given her. And
it had been intense… Donna bit her lower lip “You…want me to do it…willingly”
Tom nodded slowly “I want you to ask me… to BEG me slave. Donna considered that,
her smooth pale body shimmering with sweat…trembling now with desire. Her
fingers slid up playing with her nipples, she had to stop…she almost cli-maxed…
Slowly she moved up to run one finger along Tom’s firm cock… it was warm….
hand-some and the soft groan gave her a thrill of accomplishment, yet her tears
flowed “I… I’ll never be…” “No, you won’t” Tom finished with her...his heart
beating near “the kill”. “Make your choice.” Donna could feel her sister and
mother were right…it would be so easy to give in…and she would just like lt.
Quietly she said “Please….” “Please what?” Donna stood, her hips swaying…her
hands sliding along her sides “Please…make love to me.” Tom lifted a foot and
felt her firm flat belly, the one he wanted so badly to put a baby bulge in “I
do not like that term slave...make love.” Donna stopped confused “Wha….” Tom
cocked his head “You women forbid men to call it rape…. I want you to ask me to
rape you.” Donna paused a moment; this was adding insult to injury… But was that
so...bad?” She moves to straddle his lap “P... please r r rape me.” She said
shortly. She lea-neddown to place a soft kiss on his foot to add emphasis. It no
longer had the salty taste and scent of old steak…no now it was warm…smokey and
pleasant. “Please rape you WHAT slave?” he smiled feeling those beautiful soft
lips worshiping him. He had her RIGHT where he wanted her, and he wanted her
edged out of her mind. Donna’s stood slowly and gently pressed her new master
back onto the table...climbing up so her smooth warm ass rested on his forelegs
… the wet lips of her labia pressed against the base of his stiff cock. She
hoped against hope she could arouse him enough to just take her, give her that
ONE win. But Tom simply smiled admiring her firm small breasts that he imag-ined
soon filling with milk. She would likely go from an “A” cup to a “B” or even a
“C”. She couldn’t stand it anymore…if she wanted anything she had to do it his
way. Donna lowered her eyes in contrition and then gave a naught smile looking
from under her eyebrows into his deep handsome brown eyes “Please rape me
master.” She whispered licking lerlips slowly She was rewarded as he slipped his
arms around her...his hands under her ass as he gen-tly prodded her to raise up
on her knees. She didn’t need any more incentive…she reached down to gently grab
Tom’s member while she raised up on her knees, pointing his tip at her cunt. He
allowed her to take his length and gently slide it up and down between the lips
of her sex…feeling again the warm silken flesh slippery as she wet his head… He
leaned back with a smile, hands on her hips determined to make her do all the
work. He would finish her off with her own desire. Once she was positioned, she
lowered her hips...feeling him slide into her love canal. She let her full
weight down until he was hilted with her body. She shifted her hips left and
right and ground herself down to make sure he was as deep as she could get him
“Oh GODS” she cried out…with him finally within her she began to rock her hips
back and forth eagerly lifting up on her knees and lowering herself leaning in
to begin showering kisses all over his face. “I’m done” she kissed “I give up”
she kissed again “take me…do whatever you want...I don’t CARE” she kissed him
again as she bounced up and down fucking herself on his length. Tom leaned
forward sliding his hands up the bare shin of her back her lips finding his as
he kissed her. She moved against him…he relaxed and tasted her lips as her
pelvis gyrated at the hip…her muscles snug around his length… She quicky earned
to clench her vaginal muscles around his length as she lifted until just the tip
was within her, and then relaxed so she could slide back down his pole all the
way. “That’s it slave” he whispered into her ear “that’s it…get what you want….”
He smiled looking down at their union. It was so damned arousing to see that
slit opening stretching snugly around his length as it disappeared deeply into
his body. Donna could barely hear him…all of her nerve endings firing…he felt
like hot molten flesh within her that didn’t burn it just…felt warm…. Her hips
bucked...her smooth ass cheeks slippery with sweat and lubricant slid along his
thighs back and forth until she could feel his climax…. Tom groaned, she had
brought him off faster then he would have liked but he felt his seed once again
pulsing into her body, thick fertile ropes of his semen right where it would do
the most good. She had DONE it… a small victory but she had DONE it…HE had been
as eager as she…the feel of his warm semen within her trigged her own intense
climax. She felt her atti-tude changing. “THANK YOU!” she threw her head back in
a soundless scream…her eyes opened wide Tom could see it…. the spirit in the
eyes not die…but change. Deep in her body, in her brain, nanites flared… the
signal received… they burned out every connection…. everything that gave her any
autonomy. Thomas held the beautiful girl in his arms close…feeling her bare body
against his panting like a wild animal as his length pulsed one of his most
intense climaxes he had ever had in his young life spurred on by the flush of
victory. He felt her hard nipples against his chest contrasting the soft warm
breasts as his hun-gry mouth found her neck….and pulled him closer until his
climax was over. Panting heavily, he relaxed back, the now defunct heroine
stayed blissfully silent. He was so tired of women feeling they must fill that
void with some kind of sappy conversation instead of just enjoying the warm
welcome physical enjoyment. She held his softening member inside her until he
was ready, at his prompt she raised up letting his softening length fall from
her body and instinctively went right to her knees at his feet. “Thank you
Master” she said softly For what?” Tom asked waiting for the expected answer.
She did not disappoint “For raping me master.” Tom took a deep breath. It was
over, the first victory. The last Amazon warrior that could challenge him was
now his actual property. The Island NO one, not even the Justice league could
find…was his and his organization’s. Now he could carry on his father work. He
stretched and looked own at Wonder girl. She gazed up at him warmly, silently,
at-tentively. “Who told you to stop?” he smiled reaching for a leather dog
collar he had brought just for this occasion. “Clean up your mess slave.” Donna
blink blinked…Just like her sister and Mother had said, she knew what he was
asking was demeaning, belittling and selfish, but they were right, it sounded
like a really great idea and she wasn’t sure why she had not thought of it
herself. As Tim walked over smiling…Donna leaned up on her knees…to his member,
wet with their combined juices, lifted it gently and gently sucked it into her
mouth gently cleaning him, careful not to over stimulate his sensitive glans.
Tom’s sent was warm and masculine and she was surprised the taste was just like
icing on a cinnamon roll, sweet and pleasant. Tom gently stroked Donna’s hair as
if she were nothing more than an obedient pet, which is how he preferred to
think of her, and felt her warm mouth sucking on his length while he gently
pushed her head down on him. Diana and Hypolita walked up to flank him smiling
happily at their family member but not objecting in the slightest Tim smiled
“Wow we did it…. Nice idea by the way, that is better than a shower. “ Tom took
the leather collar and buckled it around Wonder girl’s neck and attached a dog
leash while she licked and sucked and nuzzled his sack before going back to his
length “Yep… Good girl…yep just like that, that is how you will always say thank
you after a rape.” Tim cocked his head and asked “Um…so what now?” Tom had
gotten hard again while Wonder girl serviced him and he gently nudged her “on
all fours Donna.” Wonder girl obediently went to all fours and faced away from
her new master. Tom stepped up behind her “Now…we get the rest of the Justice
League under con-trol…and begin to expand our horizons” He smiled, using his
thumps to spread the girl’s ass cheeks and reveal the tight pucker of her anus.
He stepped up and pressed the head of his cock against that anus. “After, of
course, a couple of weeks’ vacation to make sure the base here is finished and
all three of these fillies are carrying my spawn.” Tim blink blinked “Hey didn’t
you promise her you wouldn’t do that?” Tom smiled and leaned in, bending his
knees slightly so he was lined up perfectly with her anus. He gipped her hips
and pulled back as he thrust forward burying his wet length into her bowel and
feeling her ass against his stomach “Yea...can you believe she was that
gulli-ble?” he chuckled, grabbing her hard black hair and pulling backwards,
bending her neck back as she grunted. “Release the video too. Tim smiled
watching his friend begin to pound Wonder girl from behind, her face star-ing up
as she inched slightly. “Man, that was one hell of a birthday present from yer
old man.”