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Amazo vs the DC Universe	By : Hyperion Category: DC Verse Comics > Justice League Views: 57848 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The Mediterranean waters rippled as Amazo flew low, his trajectory keeping him on track to reach his target within the next 10 minutes. His mental computer pulled up the file on the female in question: Circe, a sorceress who had received the powers of a goddess thousands of years ago, becoming one of the deadliest mystical forces on the planet as a result. Bearing a burning hatred for all men, Circe was famous for her countless battles with Wonder Woman, who had once stopped Circe from performing a planet-wide version of her most famous trick: turning men into pigs, goats, horses and other beasts.
Ivo’s android was aware that breeding Circe for Project Regenesis would be potentially the most difficult part of the plan, given her incredible powers, but Ivo’s list of desired traits for each Mother of Regenesis had clearly stated that at least one of the hybrid Ivo-children should have the ability to wield the mystic forces. And there was no greater source of mystic might on Earth than Circe. Even the other prominent magic users, like Zatanna, Captain Marvel and Black Alice, spoke of Circe in hushed tones and fearful whispers.
But Amazo’s creator had gifted him with the analytical abilities of Brainiac, allowing the android to formulate a plan to handle Circe within nanoseconds of the thought entering his head. His mechanical brain analyzed footage of Circe’s past battles, pored over the history of her magic powers, and scanned through tomes of mystic texts before pinpointing the solution: a rare herb called moly, which was the only substance on Earth that could temporarily nullify Circe’s powers. Of the few spots on Earth where moly could be found, the closest from Gotham had been a secret League of Assassins compound on the outskirts of Reykjavik. Along with a dozen other magical artifacts, the moly had been fiercely guarded by a thousand ninjas, who kept watch over the League’s secrets night and day.
None of that had mattered when Amazo accessed the speed of the Reverse-Flash, zooming in and out of the compound to snatch away the moly plant at the speed of light. The League still didn’t know anything was even missing. And now, armed with Circe’s weakness, he descended upon her island kingdom in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea. Invisible to mortal eyes, but Zod’s vision abilities had allowed Amazo to see past the disguise and enter the island. Ivo really had prepared his final creation for anything he could possibly encounter. Would it be enough?
He walked down a winding path that led to Circe’s sanctum sanctorum in the middle of the island. All around him, he saw animals run helter-skelter as his footsteps rang out along the stone path. Pigs, goats, deer, horses, monkeys…….one might have concluded that Circe was fond of animals, fond enough to keep this strange mini-zoo on her property, but Amazo knew the truth: all of these animals had once been men, who had entered this island just as he had, either to kill or conquer the witch who called it home. All of them had failed, and their presence only served to remind Amazo of how dangerous the situation ahead of him was.
At the end of the path, he stood in front of two massive stone doors, etched all over with figures of snakes and the goddess Hecate, whom Circe worshipped. He pushed the doors open gently, aiming to keep his presence a secret for as long as possible. As he entered the main hall of the gigantic temple, he found more animals, kept in cages, bleating and crying for help. These were the men who had pissed Circe off so much that turning them into animals wasn’t enough; they had to be tortured for centuries afterwards. Amazo opened up a metal panel in his wrist and started programming a weapon for the situation: a hypodermic syringe he could fire from one finger, which would inject liquefied moly into Circe’s system and negate her powers for at least an hour. More than enough time.
He heard walls groan in the distance as the bricks shifted apart from each other, and realized that he had just run out of time. Circe knew someone was on her turf. Adding the finishing touches to the syringe, he began scanning the premises to locate the sorceress. His internal supercomputer directed him to a figure standing on a balcony above him. Positive identification. He had found Circe.
“Target #2: Circe. Category: Magic Users.”

As his harsh mechanical tone resonated through the empty temple, Circe gazed down at the giant android. Her long hair was tied back in an elegant braid, as ancient Greek garments adorned her frame. A gold bustier constrained her ample chest, while her legs were wrapped in a translucent green robe.
“I know you,” she began, her voice almost musical, a sharp contrast to Amazo’s own. “You’re Ivo’s tin can. The one he’s always sending to fight the Amazon and her friends. Why are you here?”
Amazo looked up and into Circe’s eyes, where flames seemed to dance in her coal-black irises. “You have been selected for Project Regenesis,” the android replied. “Your cooperation is requested.”
Circe scoffed. Whatever this “Project Regenesis” was, she already knew she wanted no part of it. Ivo, with the kind of conceit only a man could bear, had always cooked up grand plans for world domination, and his dependence on man’s technology meant his plans had always failed. Somehow, she doubted this new plan would be any different, whatever it was.
“Go back home, automaton,” she replied. “And tell the fool who built you that Circe does not tie herself to the weak.”
Amazo studied her carefully, assessing the scenario unfolding before delivering his reply. “Your cooperation is requested, not necessitated. Your involvement will be forced, if it is not forthcoming.”
Circe’s cruel smile faded. “What madness is this?” she hissed. “You think you can order me? I am Circe, creature! I was old when Ivo’s ancestors were young!” She pointed a finger at the stone doors Amazo had entered from. “Get out, while my patience lasts!”
Amazo pointed a finger of his own at the sorceress, and the digit suddenly morphed into a miniature blowgun. “Your resistance is regrettable. Proceeding with recommended strategy.”
A crack sounded through the hall as the blowgun fired a dart at Circe, striking her in the shoulder. Immediately, the syringe within the dart began releasing liquefied moly into her bloodstream to depower her.
Circe shrieked and yanked the dart out of her skin.”You dare?” she screamed. Her eyes glowed with purple fire as she began chanting undecipherable words of a long-extinct language. “YOU DARE?”
A wave of purple light emerged from Circe and flew straight at Amazo. Even the speed of the Reverse-Flash was not fast enough to avoid the magical attack, which slammed into the android so hard the ground around his feet cracked and shattered. Amazo felt his metal exterior start to morph and transform against his will. His body grew smaller, as his hands and feet became hooves. His jaw extended outward and his ears lengthened.
“If a man would make an ass of himself,” Circe proclaimed, “then let him live as one!”
Amazo’s mental computers frantically registered thousands of error messages as their systems were broken down and reconfigured by Circe’s spell. Agonizing seconds passed as the transformation continued, until all that was left of Amazo was a large, android donkey.
The witch’s shrill peals of laughter nearly deafened Amazo. The self-satisfaction in her voice was evident in her voice as she gloated over the andoid’s fate. “When will men learn how insufficient their precious technology can be?”
But unbeknownst to Circe, her spell had not affected Amazo the same way as it affected others. When used on organics, it would turn them into animals completely, in mind, body and spirit. But Amazo was not organic, and his complex machinery had confounded the spell somewhat. While his body had been transformed into that of a donkey, his mind and internal machinery remained active. He could still access his powers, but the spell prevented him from shapeshifting back into a man.
His analytical mind pinpointed weaknesses in the structure of the building. Circe was upstairs on a balcony, and he had to bring her back down. Summoning the strength of Doomsday, he charged forward, lowering his head to ram at the pillar supporting the balcony. The ancient architecture crumbled instantly, and Circe barely had time to curse in shock as she plummeted 20 feet below.
The sorceress clawed her way out of the rubble, her eyes burning with rage as she glared at the Amazo-donkey. “Swine!” she cursed. “Suffer for eternity!” She raised her arms in the air and motioned as if to cast a spell, but nothing happened. She tried again. Nothing. She muttered dark words that the gods themselves would tremble upon hearing. No luck.
Amazo’s still-functioning systems registered success. The moly’s effect had been delayed, but it appeared to have worked. Circe was now powerless for at least an hour.

Circe was apoplectic with anger, now, humiliated at having become powerless for the first time in millennia. And to the careful observer, there was just the slightest tinge of fear in her cold eyes…..
“What did you do to me----,” she began, cut off by a second charging ram from the android donkey that sent her flying backwards, crashing down on her back. She scraped against the floor as she landed, her lower robe tearing off in the process and revealing her long legs to the air around her. Circe wore no undergarments, refusing to conform to the standards of modesty imposed by man’s world. But right now, staring at the beast before her, she was starting to wish she did.
For Amazo may have been turned into a donkey, but he possessed the anatomical features of a donkey as well, something Circe had not thought about. Sprawled on the floor, she gaped in horror at the swinging donkey cock between Amazo’s hind legs, thick as her arm and almost as long, with a flared head that was almost glistening with a strange substance.
“Stay away from me!” she screamed, but in the next second the beast was on top of her, each massive hoof planted on the ground around her head. The donkey’s scalding hot breath made her skin redden wherever it touched, and he brayed in her ear, as if to taunt her about her helplessness. She kicked and punched the donkey’s metal exterior, but to no avail. Slowly, almost casually, Amazo plunged inside her.
Circe shrieked as the monstrous donkey cock split her nethers wide open. The beast bent his knees and thrust deeper, smashing past the witch’s cervix and banging his cock against the walls of her womb. Circe hadn’t allowed a penis near her body for thousands of years, so disgusted was she by the ways of men. As a result, her cunt was as tight as a virgin’s, and the Amazo-donkey had to push harder and harder with each thrust to loosen her up. As her mind swam with pain, Circe pried her eyes open and looked down at her rape, shrieking yet again as she saw Amazo’s cock distend her flesh, a bulge appearing at the base of her abdomen every time he pushed deep into her.
“IVO!” she screamed. “YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS! YOU WILL ---MMPHRGH!” Her threats were cut off by the donkey’s metal tongue thrusting into her mouth and down her throat, nearly choking her. The muscular tongue leaked a muscle relaxant from its pores, forcing Circe to ingest it and breaking down her resistance to the rape. Within minutes, Circe could no longer pound and scream as she was taken. The chemicals made her arms and legs go slack and prevented her from making a sound, forcing her to watch silently and helplessly as she was used as a cocksleeve by the mechanical donkey she had created.
Amazo suddenly thrust his entire length into Circe, parking his cock firmly inside her, and began firing loads of the chemical he had used on Batgirl to stimulate ovulation. The donkey’s body shuddered and jerked as fluids were pumped into Circe’s sore, well-used cunt. Immediately, his load began to be absorbed by the walls of Circe’s womb, triggering her fallopian tubes into producing fertile eggs for the Ivo-child she would carry.
Slowly, he pulled out of her, intending to wait a few minutes for the ovulation to reach maximum levels before plunging in again to finish the process. Circe was conscious but completely immobile, her eyes two deep pools of fear and hatred, while the rest of her lay helpless. Any second now, and the breeding would commence…..
Just then, Amazo’s computers began sending him progress reports. They had been working on counteracting the spell all this while, and while they had not succeeded entirely, they had met with some good fortune. Amazo’s shapeshifting powers were back online, but the animal-transformation enchantment prevented him from reverting back to his humanoid form. He could, however, transform into other animals…….and the part of his mechanical brain that was modeled after Ivo’s brainwaves devised a cruel plan at that very moment.
As Circe sweated with trepidation, the donkey’s body started to transform before her eyes, growing and lengthening to monstrous proportions. Its colossal shadow darkened the room as Amazo assumed his new form. A bulbous head, giant yellow eyes, and a dozen tentacles dominated the dimensions of the temple as a 30-foot-tall kraken stood in Amazo’s place. Each tentacle was easily 8 feet long, and as thick as a human leg.....with a pore at the end for bodily secretions.
Circe recognized the mythical beast standing before her, and screamed in her head over and over again as she realized what was going to happen. The muscle relaxant left her mute, however, and she could only watch, panic evident in her eyes, as the kraken lazily lifted her off the ground by wrapping a thick tentacle around her waist. Wasting little time, the Amazo-kraken extended four tentacles to grab each of her limbs and hold them apart, dangling Circe in the air helplessly. Then, so slowly that it was almost cruel, one of the kraken’s tentacles slithered up through the air, positioning itself at the base of her cunt, before forcefully squeezing itself in.
The screams in Circe’s head threatened to drive her mad as the tentacle in her pussy reached her womb and began undulating, making room for the load it would unleash. Another tentacle opened her mouth and reached down her throat, pumping more aphrodisiacs into her stomach to aid with the ovulation, as yet another forced its way painfully past her asshole, skewering her from behind.
The sorceress was powerless to stop the kraken’s assault, as three tentacles turned her body into their fucktoy, thrusting into her carelessly and making her neck and stomach bulge out every time they reached their depths. She felt the tentacle in her cunt and the tentacle in her ass come perilously close to each other, and the thought forced tears from her eyes as she felt her pussy convulse and spasm in the throes of an unwilling orgasm. Circe, who hated men, had been ruined by a mechanical one.
Amazo watched as his new tentacles turned Circe’s tight holes into gaping ones, and decided that she was ready. The tentacles began to pump the artificial seed inside Circe, impregnating her immediately. Given the size of the tentacles that were lodged in her body, it was quite possible the witch would bear triplets in the months to come.

When it was done, the tentacles released their grip and allowed Circe to slowly fall to the ground. As she felt her belly expand to hold all the semen inside her, she finally passed out, the ordeal too much for her.
With Circe unconscious, the spell was finally broken and Amazo could shapeshift back into his original form. He gazed upon the once-proud witch and the part of his mind that was Anthony Ivo felt a sudden surge of vicious pleasure, causing his throbbing cock to fire yet another load at Circe, coating her body in the translucent blue-white substance. He knew he would not need to control Circe's mind to ensure she did not warn anyone else of his activities. Circe would never admit to being raped by a man. The shame would destroy her.
With the second target successfully bred, Amazo flew up and away from the magical island, entering orbit as he identified the third category of breeding subjects highlighted by Ivo. With at least one child capable of wielding the forces of magic, there needed to be another child capable of wielding the forces of nature. His computers summoned a list of female supers who could manipulate the forces of nature, and he began to descend back to Earth as he made his choice.
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