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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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Ada walked into the safe house on the opposite side of town from the mansion. It was a simple, one floor building located in the middle of desolate and abandoned factories and warehouses. One door led into the building, locked down by a keypad near the doorknob.
Punching in the code, the door unlocked. Shaped like a square, the inside held everything an agent on the go needed. The floor plan chopped up the space into four blocks. A kitchen and doorway leading to a bedroom situated on the right side of the doorway. On the left were a tactical area filled with gun cabinets and other armaments, followed by a computer terminal and a myriad of monitors setup for various purposes.
Ada plopped on the couch and let out a loud yawn, tired from a long day of tracking down info and recruits. She wore a wind jacket over her shirt and denim jeans that showed off her erotic body proportions.
“Who knew those girls would be bitches to deal with. Next time I see Ven, I’m going to ask for a raise. Well, got a list of yes and nos for him.”
She sat up, grabbing a laptop from an adjacent table. Logging onto a secure system, she plugged in a USB flash drive to upload a set of files to Oracle’s cloud server. Ada rubbed her face, jaw sore from a right hook she took proving herself to one of the girls.
“I got you that yellow fever cure and at least it isn’t me,” Ada mused.
Beep beep…beep beep…beep beep…beep beep…
A motion sensor activated, alerting the Chinese spy. She focused on a specific set of monitors in the corner. Each showed a different section filmed along the perimeter of the building and inside the industrial compound itself.
“So who is dumb enough to try and break in? Better not be a bunch of moron teenagers,” she commented, walking over to the screens. “No one. Can’t be a malfunction. Oracle is not an amateur.”
Taking continuous glances at the screens, Ada walked over to one of the gun lockers. Immediately she took out a shotgun for those close, intimate encounters.
“Alright, we’ll play the waiting game. I’m a patient girl.”
Ada closed the laptop, making sure not to leave it unlocked. After pocketing the USB stick, she pulled up a seat near the screens, but not with her back to the only exit. The spy waited for half an hour, silent, motionless, waiting out whoever set off the motion detector.
The situation disturbed her honed instincts. A couple days into the mission and already something spooky set off an alarm. Too much to be a coincidence for her, and jokes aside about the dumbass teenagers, no way anyone could make it onto the property without being seen unless they were a pro. That is what separated her from other spies, eternal vigilance. If it smelled wrong, it was wrong ninety-nine times out of a hundred.
“I can wait here all day,” Ada thought to herself. “I’ve got nowhere to go. Can you say the same thing?”
Another half an hour ticked by without incident but the beeping noise remained.
“No one on the cameras…but the cameras can only see where they are pointed…Fuck…,” she thought.
A flash of dread hit, noticing the one weak point she forgot. It stared her right in the face the whole time. Grabbing the chair, she moved out of sight of the single vent in the room. It snuggled up near the ceiling but was big enough for someone to crawl into. Picking up a flashlight on the way, she carefully positioned under the opening. One foot stepped on the chair, slowly lifting herself up in a kneeling position, safe from a straight shot. She flashed the light inside the vent.
The simple trick worked. Whoever hid inside fell for the trick, shooting something sticky that knocked the vent hatch clean off. Under cover, Ada pointed the shotgun inside the vent and fired continuously. No pump action for her, she was a semi-auto type of girl.
Something thud against the steel and a stream of blood leaked out of the opening onto Ada. She tried the light trick again, and a second time, but nothing bit. Gun at the ready, she poked her head up for a look. Spy reflexes saved her, ducking the moment she saw the white fluid fly towards her face. It hooked the gun, yanking it toward the hole.
“Fuck, what is that thing?” she cursed out loud, fighting to keep the gun.
The intruder proved too strong, finally yanking the gun free into the vent. Immediately Ada ran to the gun cabinet but just as she picked up a weapon, the same fluid stole it from her. Turning around, she saw a shapely woman crawling on the wall, holding the broken shotgun.
The intruder bled though, as Ada noticed cuts and holes in the costume. The spy didn’t know how but the woman ate half a dozen shotgun blasts, point blank.
“Okay, so you caught me. I surrender,” Ada said, backing up against the cabinet.
“Where is the list?” the woman demanded.
“List? I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Ada replied, buying time.
Stealthily, she snuck a flashbang in her waistband.
“Don’t play dumb, Ada Wong. We know all about you and your master’s plans.”
“Must have a different Ada Wong, I don’t have a master. How about we go our separate ways? This is obviously a misunderstanding; I’m a simple spy for the Brits.”
“Don’t be dumb. Hong Kong isn’t part of the empire anymore.”
“You’re better educated than I thought. Fine, but I don’t narc on a con…mmphf…”
The ‘Spiderwoman’ shut the spy up, webbing her mouth shut. The next blast hit Ada on the stomach, pulling her forward into Spiderwoman’s reach with ease. Not letting the opportunity pass, Ada grabbed the flashbang and threw it right at the heroine. Webbing caught it midair but the blast blinded Spiderwoman momentarily. The heroine underestimated the gear housed inside the compound, figuring the webbing would stifle the explosion.
Ada landed on the floor with a thump, immediately rolling to safety and pulling out a revolver from her ankle holster. Shots struck center mass, through shots, spraying the wall with copious amount of blood. Spiderwoman gargled up blood, clutching her chest, shocked at the damage.
“What? Don’t like the bug spray?” Ada smirked.
Spiderwoman refused to die easily, spraying more webbing at Ada’s feet before face planting, dead.
“Dammit,” Ada cursed, pulling out a boot knife to cut her foot free.
The webbing’s job succeeded, cementing a leg to the floor. A single, momentary delay allowed another cape to slide through the vent and enter the fray. A high pitched hiss caught Ada off guard. Not yet freed, Ada became an immobile, stationary target for a frisky feline to pounce on her, snapping the spy’s ankle off at the bone.
Gritting her teeth in pain, she tried slicing at the cat woman on top of her. One hand kept a nasty set of claws at bay, while the other struggled to stab the new cape.
“Why won’t you freaks just die already?” she spat out, pissed off.
Seeing the attacker dressed in a tight, black suit, a small mask around the eyes, and sporting long, white hair, Ada wondered if anyone sucked through the vortex didn’t look like a super model.
“Fuck off, cat girl, I’m not into women.”
Ada spat in the heroine’s eyes, blinding her just long enough for the knife blade to slice along the unguarded neckline. One swift, professional slash cut the throat wide open, turning the scene into a waterfall of crimson water. Ada cared little about fighting dirty, or swallowing blood, if it meant living to see another sunrise.
The cat girl, like Spiderwoman, refused to die without a fight. She put each ounce of remaining strength into a final strike, cutting up Ada’s face with her claws. The sharp fingernails ripped open Ada’s right eye, distorting vision like a hall of mirrors.
“Fuck off and die!” Ada yelled, shoving the blade into the cat girl’s skull.
The lights turned off immediately, and the cape fell over dead on arrival.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, what is with this fucking world?!” Ada screamed out in frustration.
Half blind, ankle broken off, the spy stumbled up to her feet, trying to get to the gun cabinet for a med-kit. The beeping sound stopped. Two dead capes littered the floor, two that had special skills to infiltrate a secret compound.
Reaching for the med-kit, she tripped on loose debris, smashing her face against the cabinet.
“Fu…uckkk…”
The world blurred more. Blood loss and trauma maxed out her pain meter.
“Need to…hit…mergen…but…”
Ada collapsed on the floor, unconscious, barely breathing.
X
Oracle wheeled into the conference room. Ven sat there, chatting with Donna. A single folder sat on the cripple’s lap.
“Master, I’ve got an important matter to discuss with you,” she boldly stated, interrupting the conversation.
“What is it, Barbara?” Donna asked.
“Something I call Operation: Paradise Island,” she smirked, tossing the folder on the table.
It slid all the way to Donna who grabbed it.
“My former home?” she asked.
“No, one we can call home. The attack got me thinking long-term.”
“Go on,” Ven said.
“The last attack proved one thing, we’re exposed and vulnerable. I can fix the damage. I can make the security tighter. But whoever this Mistress X is, she knows our location but we don’t know her location. If one of her capes didn’t spill the name when fighting you, Jill and Claire, we wouldn’t even know a name. We need a secret base, someplace secure.”
“Thus the code name. Where are we going to get an island?” Donna asked.
“Bruce, Batman, is gone. The Justice League, the guys anyways, are gone to whichever vortex zapped them off to. I cracked into his safe to find his will. Dick and Tim are gone, so is Damian. I get everything. Wayne Enterprises is now under my full control, and everything Batman owned, I own.”
Donna smirked, cluing into the plan.
“Let me guess, Bruce had a contingency plan already setup?” Donna guessed.
“Not for this situation, but a general secondary base, one nobody else knows about, least of all any of the Bat people. Look at the bottom of the file.”
Oracle paused while Donna took out a picture of Batwoman to show Ven.
“She is why they found us and got in. She was the mystery woman Jill and Claire shot full of holes. It is obvious whoever Mistress X is; she has the same power as Master. We cannot go under the childish viewpoint and battle lines of heroes and villains. Anyone we called a friend could be our foe, and any of our foes can be a friend now.”
“This is bad, my King,” Donna stated. “Who knows which of our former friends got corrupted by this Mistress X. Some of my former friends still go about their hero business like they know nothing, but others have went silent. We have to assume they are dead or converted.”
Ven nodded, looking over the picture and biography carefully.
“Did you get any word from Ada?” Ven asked.
“Got the data half an hour ago. Mercenaries. We can pay them off at first and then convert them later. Manpower is manpower,” Oracle replied.
“Good. I need to take a proactive approach though. Oracle, I want you to pick three easy targets of high value, girls you think I can solo. I’ll go out tonight to convert them, after Claire milks me.”
“Not a good idea, Master. We don’t know who will be out patrolling the streets. You could get caught and killed,” Oracle said.
“I’ll go with you,” Donna interrupted. “Someone has to protect you anyways. Let it be me.”
“Okay, who am I to argue with my advisors. We’ll go after dinner, understood, Oracle?”
“Yes, Master, I’ll select the best targets. Quick and messy. I’ll also get to work on the new operation.”
“How are your legs?” Ven asked, changing the subject.
“I stood for five minutes today, and walked a few steps without holding anything.”
“Good, I’m happy for you. Soon you’ll get your full range of movement back. One day at a time.”
Oracle smiled brightly, happy at his words. Before his arrival, she kept busy to stave off bouts of depression over her disability. With her legs slowly repairing, it felt like a new horizon dawned, parting dark clouds that muddled and anchored her future.
X
Power Girl floated outside the safe house. Blood and gunpowder tinged the air. It made her nostrils scrunch up, repulsed.
“What happened here?” she thought, cautiously floating to the door.
Inputting the code, the door clicked open. The walls were coated with a special lead lining, preventing a member of the ‘Super’ family from snooping around. Kara saw the dead bodies crumpled out on the floor, blood and gore pooled everywhere. The battle damage scorched the walls.
“Ada!?” Kara called out, noticing the spy slumped against a gun cabinet.
Kara hovered over the body, checking for life signs.
“Power Girl to Oracle,” she said, activating her ear piece.
“Oracle here.”
“Prep the med bay; I’m coming back with casualties. Ada is at death’s door, and I’ve got the corpses of two intruders. I don’t know who they are.”
“It’ll be ready for your arrival. Input code CLENSE728 into the keypad. You’ll have two minutes to jet before the safe house explodes. It is compromised.”
“I understand, Power Girl out.”
“These psychos are playing for keeps,” Kara mused, concerned.
She tossed the bodies outside, and lifted Ada onto her shoulder. After inputting the special code, she picked up the two bodies and flew back to the mansion. The safe house and many other derelict buildings exploded, filling the air with a mushroom cloud of smoke and fire. Power Girl did not see the explosion but she heard it.
Back at the mansion, she bee-lined directly for the med bay, second time today. Unceremoniously, she tossed the enemy bodies on a table, and then set Ada’s unconscious form on one of the dozen beds.
The med bay’s structure looked like a large hospital ward, with a dozen beds ready for patients, and examination tables. X-ray viewers lined the walls, as well as dozens of cabinets full of medical supplies Kara could only guess about. This was only the entrance. Deeper inside, past a set of swinging doors, the surgical bay and special examination rooms awaited patients needing more than cursory cape care.
Oracle wheeled in, ignoring the corpses.
“It is a good thing Master is recruiting a doctor for us. I can only do so much medical guess work,” Oracle commented, looking over Ada. “What happened to her foot?”
“Stuck in webbing. I left it there. She put up a valiant fight against whoever they are.”
“She is going to be pissed at me but I’ve got no choice. See that giant bottle of white goo over there? Grab it for me and a needle from the drawer underneath it, and get me a tourniquet.”
“Master has been a busy boy today,” Kara observed.
“Claire knows all the right buttons to push to get him to cum buckets.”
Oracle filled the syringe with the thick cum and then pumped it into Ada’s arm.
“I’m surprised she is even alive with all the blood loss,” she continued.
Oracle would normally be more concerned, even frantic, in any delay cutting off the blood flow, but after Ven’s sperm brought Claire back from the dead, it became a walk in the park.
“What are we going to do with the bodies?” Kara asked.
“ID them and bring them back to life as prisoners of war.”
“Is that wise? What if they escape?”
“They won’t, and we need information,” Oracle answered, cold and uncaring.
“Are you okay, Babs, you don’t seem like you.”
“I’m motivated for the first time in a long time, Kara. Master set my mind free. It is becoming clearer, the more sperm he pumps into us, we’re affected differently. We all are not destined to be cum guzzling sluts like you or Diana.”
“I’d argue but it is true, I love guzzling Master’s cum. It is delicious and makes my skin shine.”
“Looks like Miss Wong is a smart girl,” Oracle commented, rummaging through the pockets. “She kept the USB on her. Blowing up the entire safe house zone hasn’t been a total loss.”
“What is on it?” Power Girl asked.
“Most likely a backup of all the files she worked on and didn’t upload to my server. I’ll have to check it out later once she is feeling better. How is your leg by the way, Kara?”
“Missing, and itchy, but I don’t feel any pain. I think it grew a little bit today though, just looks longer.”
Oracle rolled the chair closer and grabbed a roll of measuring tape from an adjacent tray.
“Yep, quarter of an inch longer than yesterday’s check-up.”
“You can tell that easily? Wait, no, never mind, genius.”
“Genius would be making sure we don’t get attacked and ambushed again. Give me praise when that happens. Until then, I’m a glorified advisor.”
As Oracle casually chatted with Power Girl, she continued her work on Ada. Experienced hands rubbed the sperm inside her wounds, over the missing foot, and pumped veins full of the stuff with various needles. It did not take a genius to understand the potential side-effect of this treatment. Ada would get stronger, and it would be interesting to see if she would also submit as readily to Ven as if she had her womb pumped full of the divine cream from the source.
X
Mystique held the leash tightly in her hand. Cassie knelt down at the blue woman’s feet, kissing them passionately. Her tongue slipped between each toe, cleaning and tending to them as if they were individual mistresses.
“Our Mistress is pleased with your progress, Cassie. You’re turning into such a fucktoy for us. I wonder what it’ll be like when we finally set you free against the enemy.”
The blonde heroine ignored the comment, sucking on the large toe like a lover’s cock. She moaned in pleasure, happily degrading herself to her superior’s commands.
“Rinse your mouth out and stick your tongue where it was meant to be,” Mystique smirked.
Cassie grabbed the bottle of water, draining it and spitting out the slop into a doggy bowl next to the throne. The bowl said ‘CASSIE’ on it, like she was a literal bitch. Cassie slid her hands over Mystique’s smooth, blue skin, leaning in to sniff the perfume she wore. Cassie’s tongue poked out, dancing along one leg, slowly progressing to the juicy honey pot that glistened gloriously.
Mystique tightened her grip on the leash, shortening it as Cassie moved closer and closer. The blonde heroine took a long, deep smell. Clean shaven, the smell that infiltrated her nostrils was pure pussy. She leaned in, eyes closed, prepared to taste the delicious nectar.
SLAM!
A chakram pierced the throne, scaring Mystique and Cassie out of the moment.
“Mystique, you’ve failed me!” Mistress X shouted, anger seething on her Greek face. “That hideout you assured me would be a simple matter just blew up. It is on TV.”
“What? That can’t be possible. Spiderwoman and Black Cat would not be caught in a trap.”
“Who said it was a trap?” Mistress X rebutted. “How do we know they didn’t get slaughtered by whoever used the facility?”
“Batwoman assured me it’d be empty. No cape would have been there,” Mystique answered.
“I don’t tolerate failure for long, Mystique. Your next mission you’ll lead yourself, and if you fail, don’t bother coming back.”
Mistress X took Cassie by the hair, eliciting a pained squeal from the girl.
“Your free use of the slut is also revoked. Only winners get the spoils.”
Mystique sneered when Mistress X turned her back, annoyed at the situation.
“Damn Batwoman, if she weren’t already recovering, I’d punish her right now,” she thought. “I’ll need to get my hands dirty.”
Pulling the chakram from the throne, Mystique tossed it up and down, walking off to her bed chambers. She had a lot to think about. The next plan could very well be her last as her Mistress had a short fuse and little tolerance for failure. Part of their forces were either incapacitated or now missing. They had no information on the numbers or strength of Venus’ forces. She could only hope they were now as blind as them. Batwoman’s trump card got played too early, a gamble that backfired.
X
She-Hulk stood next to a pillar at the mansion’s entrance. Dressed in a shirt and shorts, she looked out at the vast nature outside the mansion gates. The attack made her think, made her realize more went on in this world than one man’s horny fantasy of a superpowered harem. Friends turned against her, and new enemies with freakish power wanted her head.
Ever since Ven let her roam the mansion freely, her willpower recovered. The constant fight against his mind controlling sperm subsided; at least she believed it so. Sleeping in a bed and eating proper meals made it easier at least. He didn’t touch her since release, or even talk to her. For an unexplained reason it caused her to think about his offer more and more but differently.
She thought about how it changed the other women in the building, made them stronger, smarter, more ambitious. The last one was just a guess but she never saw heroines with such determination flaring in their eyes. Maybe the sperm caused it, maybe it was natural, but in this world there was no Hulk. No one would be compared to her, no shadow to live under. If she submitted to Ven, she’d be the most powerful person on the planet.
“Beautiful scenery, isn’t it?” Ven asked.
So deep in thought, Jennifer didn’t notice him walk out the front door.
“It’ll do.”
“You know, agreeing with me on such simplicity won’t warp your mind. No tricks.”
She let the comment hang in the air a moment before answering.
“Yes, it is beautiful.”
“Have you made up your mind what you’re going to do?” he asked. “Still going to play decoration?”
“I won’t capture girls for you to rape. I’m still a hero, despite how fucked up this world is becoming.”
“We are a product of our times. I’m surprised none of the villains in your world had the libido to set capturing one of you as a goal. Too many complications with world domination. Fucking a girl, infinitely easier.”
“Who says some didn’t try and I beat them off?”
“Touché,” he smirked. “My proposal still stands. I’ll sweeten the pot so you keep your heroine honor.”
“What kind of sweetener?” Jennifer asked, curious.
“You chose not to pick a side in the battle. I don’t hold it against you. My wife is annoyed but she’ll get over it.”
“Like I give a shit what your bitch cares about.”
Ven’s demeanour changed completely, staring down She-Hulk as if her physical aura did not intimidate him in the least. It became obvious to her that she struck a nerve.
“Be my bodyguard. Protect me from my enemies,” he offered.
“Won’t your bi…wife…get upset about it?” she asked, cognizant not to push her luck.
The stare unnerved her. Past villains put up aires of superiority, legitimate or fake, but none pierced her psyche like he just did. Whatever buttons she pushed previously, disparaging his wife was one she did not want to tempt fate on pressing again frivolously.
“She’ll manage. I need a bodyguard, she wants me to have a bodyguard, and you need a purpose in this world.”
She-Hulk dipped her head, deep in thought.
“Just a bodyguard. No fucking, no grabbing my ass, no dressing me up as a slut.”
“I won’t fuck you unless you ask me to.”
“Never going to happen,” She-Hulk scoffed.
“A deal is a deal. You wear what you want. I’ve got enough girls to play grab ass with anyways, so it won’t bother me. Today will be your last bit of freedom because where I go, you go. Tell Oracle I gave you permission to leave the mansion and enjoy a night on the town.”
“Why me?” she asked out of the blue.
“Pardon?”
“Why do I get the soft touch? You can rape me obedient but you choose not to.”
“You haven’t fully bloomed yet.”
Ven left She-Hulk to her thoughts.
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