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Harem Heroines	By : WIRProductions Category: DC Verse Comics > Wonder Woman Views: 132369 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The women sat around the meeting room table with more folders and files arrayed on the table. Some continued to look bored, like always.
“How many are we going to recruit?” Wonder Woman asked, flipping through papers.
“As many as our Master requires,” Oracle snapped back.
“I’d rather be out fighting something. Paperwork is boring and not for warriors.”
“You’ll get more than your fill, sister,” Donna commented, picking up a thin folder. “Our scheme will be found out soon, and our enemies will find us. It is an inevitability. There is one pressing concern we need to fulfill.”
A small computer console stood near Donna. Oracle finally got the time to work tech into the office. After pressing a few buttons, the figure of a stunning woman appeared before them in the air.
“Behold Aphrodite, whore goddess of the Greeks. Oracle intercepted traffic that her champion finally arrived in this world, and is building up a force of her own. We don’t know who the champion is, or what her immediate plans are,” Donna said.
“They can’t be stronger than us,” Kara commented. “We’re the world’s mightiest heroes.”
“Our master is still weak, and has not reached perfection yet. Therefore, our efforts are shifting accordingly,” Oracle interrupted.
Donna pressed a few more buttons. A generic female model hovered above, dressed in roman centurion armor, similar to her own armor’s style.
“The uniform of the Imperial Guard,” Donna said.
“Fancy, but who is it for?” Kara asked.
“A select group of heroines we’ll be recruiting to serve solely as our master’s loyal bodyguard. No duties except to protect his life above their own.”
“I could do that,” Kara bragged. “I’d like to see someone try to defeat Master with me by his side.”
“Your talents are needed elsewhere, Kara. In fact, your talents will be used to recruit the first heroine Oracle scouted. She just arrived through the vortex and set up her own side gig, trying to find a way back to her dimension.”
An attractive blonde woman appeared before them, wearing a one-piece, black costume. A large, yellow streak, like a lightning bolt, covered the front.
“My King wanted me to personally recruit them but I convinced him to spread the love around and treat them like normal recruits. Her name is Miss Marvel, someone from She-Hulk’s universe. Essentially, she is their version of Wonder Woman minus the Amazon background. Having a background in the military, she already has a predisposition to authority figures and will be a cornerstone of his bodyguard,” Donna explained.
“Miss Marvel will be one of five women at the top of our list, all with special skills to help protect our Master,” Oracle announced. “These are the others we have selected from those available.”
Three more women popped up in front of the group before Oracle continued.
“Code named Rogue, Lightning and Sailor Jupiter; all three have the required skills and personality quirks to make them perfect guardsmen. Rogue in particular is a woman we do not want to fight against us because she can zap the power away from others, and kill them with enough skin-to-skin contact.”
“Wait, if she can leech off of people from touching them, how will our Master convert her? A kiss will zap him, won’t it?” Kara asked.
“We are looking into recruiting her without the sperm treatment. It is a risk but it is one we must take,” Donna explained.
“Do we have any questions?” Oracle asked.
X
Inside an opulent mansion, a blue woman stood next to a throne. On the throne sat an impressively built woman, tall and strong, with her legs spread open wide. A third woman kneeled between the woman’s legs, eating out a drenched and dripping pussy.
“Mistress X, we’ve gotten reports of Venus’ champion. Here is the city he is based, and the suspected women under his control,” the blue woman said.
“Impressive work, Mystique, where is my strike team this moment?” Mistress X asked.
“Killer Frost and Zarana are at the focal point waiting for the target to appear. They understood their orders. Compliance or death.”
“Venus is a fool to stand up to Olympus. She thinks I’ll fight on her terms? Unwarranted arrogance from a loser,” she chuckled, pushing the girl’s head in further. “Right, Cassie? You want to be on the winning side, don’t you?”
The blonde beauty moaned out, too busy drinking delicious nectar down her thirsty throat. Hearts replaced her corneas, blue, contrasting with the red hearts Ven created in his girls.
“Mystique, make sure Big Barda is prepared for the assault. I want to test my counterpart’s defences.”
“Right away, Mistress, she is only awaiting your command to attack.”
Mystique had normal eyes but they shined with purpose behind them.
“Let slip the bitches of war,” Mistress X said, fiercely.
Mystique took out her phone and pressed a button.
“Operation Hornet is a go.”
“Son of Venus, welcome to my battlefield…”
X
Claire walked into the staff meeting, still dressed as a maid, carrying a tray of glasses. A thick, milky substance filled each glass to the brim.
“Donna, the drinks are prepared as requested,” Claire said.
“What is it?” Kara asked, looking at the liquid slosh over the edges like molasses.
“You girls won’t stop bitching about not being with my husband, so we decided to fast track the plan. We were going to have to do it eventually.”
“Smells good,” Diana observed.
“It should. You snorted it up like a drug already. Fresh from the tap,” Donna smiled, smelling it like an expensive wine.
Each heroine received a glass. Kara looked a bit shocked, realizing it was Ven’s sperm. Oracle smiled and gulped it down in one go. That surprised the gathered heroines more than anything. Oracle felt her legs twitch and spasm. More cum didn’t make the progress go any faster. She spent nights analyzing his seed, probing for the secrets, seeing if the process invoked by his powers could be sped up or replicated.
Before anyone else had the opportunity to drink the potent elixir, sirens broke up the meeting.
“What in Hera’s name is going on?” Diana asked.
Oracle immediately brought up the intelligence on her wheelchair laptop.
“Intruders in the arboretum. Three. Two are of unknown origin. One is Big Barda.”
“Barda? What is she doing attacking us? She is no longer aligned with Darkseid,” Kara mentioned.
“Oracle, get back to the ops room. Claire, go help Jill defend our Master. The three of us will intercept the intruders,” Donna commanded.
“Wait, they are not moving,” Oracle interrupted, looking at the screen. “They are talking with She-Hulk.”
“Master didn’t convert her yet,” Kara said. “She could turn on us.”
“We need to go quickly,” Donna ordered.
Outside in the gardens, She-Hulk stood around exercising. Ven gave permission to be released from her chains. She soaked up the sun happily after her incarceration. One moment she performed push-ups among the flowers, the next three capes dropped out of the sky upon her from a helicopter. Two she did not know, but the third was an unwelcome sight.
“Jennifer, I didn’t expect you to be one who enjoyed chains,” Elektra smirked.
The ninja girl already unsheathed her weapons, ready for a fight.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m chained to no one.”
“No hearts. Mistress would reward us greatly if we could bring her back alive,” Big Barda commented, cracking her knuckles.
“I don’t know who your friends are, Elektra, but back off. I’m not in a good mood right now,” Jennifer warned them.
“Then let us pass. We’re here for the head of Venus’ son. We don’t care about you.”
She-Hulk saw blue hearts in the girl’s eyes. They were the same here except the color difference. It did not take a genius to figure out another Ven walked around causing the hearts. She didn’t know who was in the right, or if any side held the moral high ground though.
Before Jennifer could answer, Donna floated down with Wonder Woman and Power Girl.
“Good, reinforcements have arrived,” a blue haired girl in a sailor suit observed.
“Leave now, Barda, or you’ll be taught a lesson your master won’t soon forget,” Donna commanded.
“I can’t do that. I have orders from my Mistress to kill your master. I’d happily kill you for free though,” Barda retorted.
Diana and Kara flanked outwards, each taking a combatant. She-Hulk backed up out of the way, caught in the middle of the turf war. The green heroine did not know what to do, choosing to wait and watch.
Both Donna and Barda unsheathed their weapons simultaneously, facing off.
“Go back to school, girl,” Power Girl commented, sizing up the high schooler in the sailor costume.
“I could have graduated years ago,” she replied, ice forming in her hand. “You need to see a tailor, or were you always a slut?”
“Mercury, put the Kryptonian on ice,” Barda commanded.
The first bolt of frost shot out towards Power Girl. It did not surprise her, but Kara couldn’t dodge the entire blast because of its size. Her leg got caught, frozen to the ground.
Donna wasted no time, rushing forward with a thrust of the sword. Barda parried it with her spear before striking Donna’s face with the butt end. The Amazon smirked, tasting her own blood. It invigorated her. The pair traded blows as steel cut open flesh and metal, ignoring the simultaneous fighting around them. Donna held her own but barely. Barda had flawless technique, and Donna had a feeling the former villain toyed with her.
For every cut she inflicted on Barda, Donna took thrice the payback. Blood leaked out over her beautiful body, painting it crimson. Her armor did the best it could but numerous thrusts poked holes in vulnerable places, and a once reflective polish turned dull with chips and scrapes.
Elektra wasted no time either, throwing ninja stars towards Diana. Easily blocked by her bracelets, they diverted enough attention to allow the ninja heroine to jump towards the immobilized Power Girl.
“Kara, look out!” Diana screamed out.
Glowing eyes quickly shot lasers towards Elektra. One shot clean through the chest and shoulder but not before her sai sailed through the air, slicing through the ice. Immense, unspeakable pain, shot through Kara’s body. The leg shattered into pieces, and a fountain of blood geysered out onto the flowers. Blood pooled beneath Elektra, unconscious from cracking her skull on a poor landing.
“We’re not G rated, Donna,” Barda laughed, swinging the spear around. “Serve us or die!”
Donna blocked the blow, and then rolled out of the way of Mercury’s ice blast. Kara kept screaming in pain, unused to such injury in her career. Desperate, her eyes flared up. The laser seared her torn up flesh closed, preventing her from bleeding to death.
“Fucking bitch!” Kara cursed, floating up.
Mercury backed up from her position, staring up at the pissed off heroine. Power Girl sped towards her like a jet plane. The few ice bolts Mercury managed to shoot out were slipped around, giving an excellent opening for a killing blow. Kara’s fist rammed through Mercury’s stomach, clean out the other side. Blood and gore soaked the ground, and the schoolgirl’s body crumpled to the ground.
“Three against one now, Barda. Think you can take us on all at once?” Donna huffed.
In her mind, Donna admitted Barda had tremendous talent to keep her at bay. Barda didn’t reply. The sound of gunshots answered for her. They heard women screaming and Claire’s body exploded through a window like a projectile. It unceremoniously skidded and tumbled into a flower bed.
“Shit, Diana, go protect our master,” Donna ordered.
Wonder Woman flew toward the bedroom but suddenly halted, falling to the ground with a thud. Pain wrecked her stomach muscles. Looking down, a spearhead penetrated her body. Blood dripped off the tip. Barda didn’t wait as if it were a movie or comic book. She threw her spear immediately at Wonder Woman, stopping reinforcements from coming to their master’s rescue.
“You girls are weak and pathetic. No killer instinct amongst any of you. I’m trained to kill, not slightly beat people up,” Barda commented, stopping only to dodge another laser beam attack. “Today is a taste. You’ve been measured and found wanting.”
Barda laughed, pressing a button on her belt. A loud noise broke the sound barrier and the attackers vanished without a trace.
“Dammit, they made fools of us,” Donna cursed. “Kara, are you okay?”
“Just missing a leg is all.”
Kara saw Claire motionless, and Diana groaning in pain as she pulled the spear from her back. Donna flew towards the outside bedroom door. Inside the bedroom, Donna saw the floor covered in blood. No bodies or body parts, only the red liquid remained.
Ven held a glass in his hands, pouring a liquid into Jill’s mouth. A giant chest wound left her unconscious, barely breathing.
“What happened in here?” Donna asked, tending to her husband.
One shoulder hung unnaturally, out of joint, and his face covered with scrapes and cuts.
“Aphrodite’s assassins made it into the mansion somehow. Two of them. Jill and Claire took care of the first, but the second put up a fight as you see.”
“Kara lost a leg. I think Claire is dead. Barda led the assault with other heroes.”
Ven kept feeding Jill the thick liquid. Donna knew exactly what it was.
“Did you already drink yours?” he asked.
“No, we didn’t have the chance.”
“Bring Claire there immediately and feed her it. It healed Kara before; we need to see how potent it is.”
Donna nodded, obeying without question.
“Oracle, status report,” Donna asked, flying back to retrieve Claire’s body.
“Bad, Donna. They slipped through our security net. I had to put one of them down myself. They have a tech wizard on their side to do this kind of work.”
“Do what you can to improve the security net immediately. We can’t take another assault.”
“The drinks are undisturbed. I’ve got you all up on my screens. No one else is on mansion grounds.”
“You, She-Hulk, grab Diana and bring her to the medical bay,” Donna barked out, picking up Claire’s crumpled body.
Jennifer wanted to say no, but her hero conditioning knew to help those at death’s door. Kara floated beside Jennifer, helping bring Diana to the medical facility. Anger welled up inside Donna, anger at being humiliated in battle, and anger at getting caught off-guard. She knew they would battle against Aphrodite’s forces but their hero training and instincts prevented them from taking the battle seriously. So many of their fights against villains were non-fatal, and no one lost limbs. They would need to prepare for a fight to the death so they would strike first, mercilessly.
Inside the meeting room, Donna rested Claire’s corpse on the table. Picking up the first glass, she opened up Claire’s mouth, filling it up with potent cum. The next glass she poured over the wounds and bruises, letting it seep into her skin and blood vessels. The results were immediate. Claire coughed, convulsed, and swung out wildly. She cried in pain, screaming as broken bones fixed and set. One minute, the time it took to bring Claire back from the River Styx.
“Donna? Why are you here? Where is Master?” she asked, bewildered and confused.
“You saved his life at the cost of your own. He brought you back to life.”
“How? Why do I taste his cum? Why am I covered in it?”
“It has healing properties. I used the glasses you brought us before the attack.”
“I feel so funky right now, and my head still hurts. Wait, is he okay?”
“He is tending to Jill right now. We barely survived the attack,” Donna admitted. “Who attacked the bedroom?”
“Two women. One of them held a hammer. Master kept her at bay while Jill and I shot up a girl in a black bat suit. I pumped a slug into her point blank, and then I saw the hammer for a split second. Lights went out after that.”
“I don’t know who the hammer girl is but I can guess who you killed. She’d also explain how they broke into the mansion easily.”
“Did I really kill her?” Claire asked. “If we’re fighting someone like Master, won’t they have the same power?”
Donna sighed, walking off to look out the meeting room window.
“I don’t know. I know next time we have to do better or we’ll all die.”
X
Barda held Mercury and Elektra’s bodies in her arms, walking into the great hallway with her assault team. Mistress X sat there, still getting oral service from her blonde compatriot.
“We’ve returned, Mistress,” Barda proclaimed.
“I see dead bodies, all mine. Is this what you call success, Barda?” Mistress X asked.
“Our assault accomplished what you had planned for us, Mistress. We attacked and tested their resolve. All but one of the women in the compound fought us to the death. She-Hulk stayed out of the fight entirely, not corrupted by the champion’s power.”
“She-Hulk?” Mistress X asked.
Mystique leaned over to whisper the answer in Mistress X’s ear.
“Take your troops to the apothecary. I’ll deal with your full report once I’m done having fun with my scion.”
The assault team walked off, carrying their dead and injured teammates. Cassie kneeled there, tongue deep into her Mistress’ pussy, without a thought or care about the others.
“It seems even Barda can be bested, Mystique. I hope you’re not resting on your laurels in finding me quality battle masters,” Mistress X said.
“Our agents are out recruiting as we speak. Barda did not kill Venus’ champion but it did slow them down. We know their numbers. We can outrace them.”
“Leave us now, Mystique. Go do whatever you do for fun. I need to concentrate on important matters here.”
Mystique walked out of the large throne room, hearing her employer’s moans of pleasure.
“She is taking her opponent too lightly,” Mystique thought. “She is more concerned about replacing her lover with Cassie than planning for Venus’ downfall.”
To her knowledge, Mystique was one of the first transplants to arrive on this Earth. That was her name for the phenomenon that transported her from a fight against the X-Men to employment with the champion of Aphrodite.
“Dr. Natu, how are your patients recovering?” Mystique asked, walking into the large, fully stocked medical facility, deep within the castle.
“They’ll recover. I have them in stasis. Mistress’ love juices are injected directly into the bloodstream.”
“How long before they are able to function?”
“Depends on the damage. Mercury here, she got disembowelled and not cleanly either. Batwoman took multiple shotgun rounds. It’ll take time. A week, maybe two for Mercury. Batwoman appears to be healing at a faster rate but she’ll be out for a few days.”
“Can their recovery be put on auto-pilot?” Mystique asked.
“It could but I wouldn’t recommend it.”
“We need feet on the ground to recruit more members for the army. I didn’t think our Mistress’ healing powers would be so weak.”
“I’ll see what I can do, but don’t go expecting miracles from me. Until we know how this all works, it’ll be guess work.”
Blue hearts stared at Mystique, as blue as the assassin’s skin. So far, she managed to keep away from the mind control drug that her Mistress’ pussy juices created. She assumed Venus’ champion’s sperm worked the same. Money bought her loyalty, money and the promise of a way back to her Earth once the war finished.
“When will this war end?” Mystique thought.
Seeing the women floating in recovery tubes, Venus’ champion had to have the same powers, a mirror match between deities. How long would the war be fought, especially when more portals opened up? The assassin began thinking of alternate plans and situations based on the information at hand, and planned to get more after an intimate discussion with Barda.
X
“Fuck that hurts, Oracle. Can’t you make it hurt less?” Kara complained.
Oracle dipped her hand into a jar of sperm, smearing it all over the cauterized wound.
“This is a guess, Kara. I’m hoping that if it’ll bring Claire from the dead, it’ll regrow an appendage.”
“It better do that. I don’t want to hover the rest of my life.”
“I’ll loan you my wheelchair if that happens.”
“This stuff ain’t just for kinks. Your legs work again,” Kara commented.
“Sort of. They are atrophied. It’ll be a long time and lots of training to get them back to one hundred percent. I can stand for a minute now, and swing them like a club, but the neurons aren’t fully functioning yet.”
“Sticking with the name, or going to go back to Batgirl?”
It took zero time for Oracle to answer what should have been a complicated question.
“Master healed me. Batgirl died when she got shot. I’ll remain as Oracle.”
“Think it’ll take long before we find out if it grows a new leg?”
“Who knows? The sperm works differently on each of us. Claire and Jill got revived immediately. Diana’s stomach is healing slowly. My legs are taking their good time. Could take a minute, or could take a year for you.”
“Lucky me I can fly. Anything else I need to be here for, Barbara?”
Oracle shook her head.
“We need recruits, badly. I’m going to pay a visit to our spy and make sure she is earning her keep. And before you say I should stay, you know we’ll be up the creek if we’re attacked again without backup.”
“I was going to say bring this with you,” Oracle replied, driving over to the fridge in the medical bay. “We don’t have a lot left. Master is going to be busy the next few nights but take it as a pick me up.”
“Is that what I think it is?” Kara asked.
“I thought you liked drinking his sperm?”
“I do, but does this costume look like it has pockets?”
“Put it in your vagina.”
“What? That is glass. I’m not going to break glass in my cunt.”
“It is not glass,” Oracle assured Power Girl. “It is a special substance I spent all night creating. I won’t get into the science. Break it when you need it and it’ll dissolve instantly into your bloodstream.”
“You sure it won’t cut me up?”
“I tested it myself last night. No scratches.”
To hammer home her point, Barbara carefully stood up in her wheelchair and pulled down her pants. Two fingers opened up her pussy for easy viewing.
“Do you see me bleeding?”
“Game, set, and match. Fine, I’ll try it,” Power Girl relented, pushing the crotch of her costume aside and stuck the special vial inside.
It felt warm, sliding easily into her dry pussy.
“You bat people think of everything.”
“That is what Master pays me for.”
X
Ven walked through the mansion hallways. He could hear grunting and clanging in the near distance. Inside one of the training rooms, Donna swung a sword at a hologram. Sweating profusely, and not cleaned up from the battle, she looked to be on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion.
“I had a feeling I’d find you here, my Queen. You need your rest,” Ven commented, concerned.
“I need to train. I failed today,” she grunted, slicing the hologram of Barda in two.
The image pixelated and vanished, ending the program. Lights returned to normal, illuminating properly.
“Don’t blame yourself.”
“Why shouldn’t I?” she snapped back. “I was arrogant to think they’d be a pushover. I still think like a hero and not an Amazon. They came to kill us, not beat us up. Dammit!” she screamed, throwing the sword against the ground in anger. “You almost died. Snap, our plan gone in a second.”
Ven walked over, hugging her tightly against his body. She cried against his shoulder, frustrated.
“We’ll learn and do better next time. We survived. We lived to fight another day. Don’t go getting soft on me, Donna. I’m going to need my Queen to pick up the pieces.”
“I’ll kill Barda the next time I see her. I’ll serve her head on a platter. I’ll gut their cunt leader.”
Tears turned to anger, her Amazonian blood causing wild mood swings.
“Join me for a bath. My hero deserves pampering,” he consoled her, soothing her ego.
Hand-in-hand, they walked out of the training room and to their bedroom. The bedroom destroyed in the attack was for the girl’s enjoyment. Donna had few rules sharing Ven. Romanticism in the same bed the harem whored out in was a limit. Ven turned on the taps, steam billowing into the private bathroom.
Donna stripped off her armor. Wounds, gouges, and cuts littered her perfect body but she made no move to hide them. They were badges of courage in her sworn duty to her husband and master. They said nothing, letting their eyes wonder over each other’s bodies. Ven’s skin replaced gouges with bruise plasters. Donna placed a soft finger against one spot making Ven wince in pain.
“Your daily beatings toughened me up,” he joked.
He sat in the tub first then helped her sit onto his lap. She snuggled against him, his arms wrapped around her like a protective blanket, as they soaked their pain away in the tub.
“I saw what she did to Claire. How did you survive?” Donna asked.
“I almost didn’t. Bullets ricocheted off her armor. Jill tried to go hand to hand but ended up like Claire. I simply survived; hoping one of you would arrive in time.”
Ven took a sponge, slowly wiping Donna’s sun-kissed skin. She nestled her ass into his cock, letting the sexual organ nest inside. No lewd movements, simply joining together as one.
“Venus will want an update of the situation,” Ven said. “Tomorrow I’ll set up a meeting. I want you out recruiting girls. We can’t play it safe and turtle.”
“Oracle can handle herself. If I know her, she’ll be busy long into the night fixing up the mansion and deducing how we were breached so easily.”
“I’m sure the tapes will reveal something.”
Water dripped from the sponge, cascading down Donna’s hair.
“We did this when I saved your life years ago, remember?” Donna observed. “Life was simpler before Venus got involved.”
“I remember, my angel from the heavens.”
“I knew you were the one for me after that night, my King,” Donna purred, relaxing in his arms.
“Yeah? I thought you were forward in your feelings at the start of our relationship. You kissed me first.”
“No, it was your reaction to being saved. I’m an Amazon and a hero. You didn’t try to diminish my heroics after I saved you even though you’re a man and I’m a woman. I heard stories from other heroines in the Justice League that tried to date civilians. Almost always the guys couldn’t handle not being the hero, not saving the day, even though they were outclassed through no fault of their own. But you didn’t do that and treated me as your equal. I couldn’t marry a man who didn’t think of me as his equal and treat me like it,” she admitted to him.
“Whoever those guys were, they were foolish and dumb. If you’ve successfully gotten into the pants of a heroine and she wants to be with you, she already accepts you won’t be saving the day. My angel came and saved the day, and I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he whispered in her ear.
The pair cuddled intimately in the steamy bath. They let the water soak into their war wounds, hardly moving.
“I’m going to get stronger. We’re going to get stronger together,” she spoke softly, shifting to hug him.
Ven slowly stroked her wet hair, understanding how much her pride hurt. She didn’t cry but he could feel the hurt that she almost failed in her singular important duty.
“I’m always ready for you to beat me up in the gym, my Queen,” he joked, wanting to lighten up the somber, serious mood.
“You were a punching bag that night,” she smiled. “So brave, even if you thought you had special powers.”
“Leave it to Venus to not give Lady Death an instruction manual on how all my abilities worked.”
“We learned a lot that night…”
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