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Harem Heroines	By : WIRProductions Category: DC Verse Comics > Wonder Woman Views: 132369 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Wonder Woman, Wonder Girl, etc, or future characters from established companies. They are used for parody purposes. I do not profit from this work.

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The catacombs dripped water. Small pools formed, making plopping sounds with each drop that disturbed its silent slumber. Deep inside, Ven sat on an ancient chair. Eyes closed, hands folded together, and completely lost in concentration. Lips mouthed quiet words. The only thing that disturbed his meditation was the sound of metal heels clicking in the distance, growing closer and closer.
“How was your conversation with mother?” Donna asked.
Torches illuminated her gorgeous Greek contours. A beauty unmatched, even by the gods.
“She is well. Happy of our progress. Happy our love is conquering all.” He reached out a hand to draw her forward. “No one knows yet, my love. None will know until we decide to tell all. Some nights it takes all my willpower to hold my tongue. I’m not built for long burning surprises.”
Donna sat on his lap, snuggling cheeks together sensually. One hand graced the other cheek, drawing unknown symbols with a fingernail.
“We tell them or it is spoiled on us. But it matters not to me, my king. We will become all powerful. Your strength is my strength, and I will feed you to capacity. I’ll bring you any female to sate your hunger so we may rule this corner of the galaxy until the end of time.”
“Mother is happy with you, Donna. She couldn’t have picked a better woman to be my soulmate and conduit. The fates were unkind to us in the beginning but our perseverance allowed us to win the marathon.”
“Have you learned anything new from the books lost in this tomb?”
“Vagaries and stories. Nothing yet to explain my newly awakened powers. Only more of the same knowledge we know. My sperm bonds them to me in an unbreakable, symbiotic relationship. The only new piece of information I learned was they are not puppets.”
“How so?” Donna questioned.
“The entire tome read like poetry. Reading between the lines. Nothing concrete, but it reads like since I’m the embodiment of love, you can’t force of person to love. It is, or it isn’t. I can’t force the girl to do what their heart doesn’t naturally want.”
“My sister is a slut because in her heart she wants to be a slut? Irony of ironies.”
“Maybe. It’d explain why you don’t have matching eye tattoos. You’re fully cognizant. I can’t feel your life force like I do the others.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, I know my Amazon Queen’s love is natural. The others love me because my sperm opened their inner heart’s desires. You love me because you do,” Ven said.
He stroked her hair, staring deeply into her eyes. Fate brought them together, but true love kept them together. A photo flashed in his mind eye revealing their first encounter. The moment their eyes first met an unbreakable connection formed.
“I’ll have to wait for Venus to tell me more if it pleases her, or I am surprised again like the other night.
Sometimes the lust within my veins beckons me, my queen. Too much to control. If I don’t keep control, I’ll go berserk and rape any woman in reach. If I don’t learn to control it completely, your king might need to be isolated forever.”
“Then your queen will remain in perpetual bliss with you. Heavy rests the head that wears the crown. The harem will drain you dry. It is their purpose, after all. Now, come, it is time for you to keep your appointment. We don’t want to keep her waiting.”
Their lips merged together in a soft, romantic kiss. Fingers rested on each other’s cheeks. Donna could smell the thick pheromones do the tango in her soul. Her pussy moistened more for him, greedy. But her time of passion would come soon enough. Business first.
X
The café rested quietly in the corner of the city. Ven walked through the front doors, slipping into one of the booths. There, Venus sat, smiling greatly without inhibition. Her dress barely covered her super model physique. Hair primped and poofed like a peacock displaying its feathers. Expensive jewelry adorned her neck, wrists, ears, and ankles.
“My perfect son. Come to report on your sexual conquests? Going to make mother jealous of all the hot sluts you get to bed daily?”
Ven leaned back against the soft cushioning, exhaling softly.
“Progress is continuing. None of the Greeks have made any attempt to interfere. No interference at all.”
“Be happy. Not often do the gods do nothing. I can smell their lust on you. So many nubile, young, perfect women to have your way with. And still the perfect son to come and visit his mother. I raised a good boy.”
Hearing the last sentence, Ven inhaled deeply, gathering his thoughts before continuing.
“It would be helpful, mother, if you had any information to tell me about the Greek’s intentions. Who have they converted to their side? Am I fighting female on female? Is their champion a man or woman? Something, anything, so I know how to plan better.”
Venus shrugged her shoulders.
“I know nothing of the Greek’s intentions yet. Quiet as mice. No messages or attempts to attack our pantheon.”
“Then I guess they are going to be playing a long game,” Ven replied, grabbing one of the glasses from the table.
He looked at it, staring at his mother through the glass. Distorted images reflected back.
“The only information I can give you is about the vortexes. The how will bore you, but I had this planned for ages, son. You’re not gay so men would be useless to zap to this world. And if you haven’t been noticing, all the male heroes are disappearing. Did Batman ever appear to save Batgirl’s day? Each time the vortex appears, it switches them out. Why give my son any competition?”
“So all the men will disappear?”
“From here. They are around, alive, on a different Earth. The dimensions are infinite, son. I only care about the me in this dimension, not any parallel me. Who cares if Superman poofs into another Earth where there is already one? Don’t fret, it’ll give you wrinkles.”
“I’ll continue what I’ve been doing. My army of heroines will grow exponentially with each new conquest. My selections will not need to be as strategic soon enough.”
“When this is all over, you’ll help me make that whore Aphrodite kneel at my feet,” Venus smirked. “Then Zeus, then Odin, then them all. You’ll make me Queen of all Pantheons.”
Venus began laughing manically. Ven smirked at his mother’s attitude, but not for the same reasons as her.
“I have a meeting, mother. I need to freshen up one of my girls. Duty calls.”
Ven left without a word. Venus kept cackling at the thought of unlimited power and prestige. The bartender looked on, nodding his head at the scene, picking up on silent tells from Ven.
X
She-Hulk rested in the high-class, magnificent bed. Rolling over, she fell off it, thud, hard on the wood floor.
“Ouch, shit, wait…where am I?”
The lawyer last remembered being chained up in the dungeon with her new cellmate, Ada. When did she get put in the bedroom?
“Master wanted you to get freshened up for him,” Kara said, looking on from afar.
Sitting on a chair, book in hand, she had been reading while watching over her green sister.
“There is a shower to use to your heart’s content, and a wardrobe to go crazy in to please our Master.”
“Yours, not mine.”
“He takes care of all of us now, sister. Nothing to get defensive about.”
“I’m not his bitch, and you’re not my sister. I’m leaving!” She-Hulk yelled.
Regardless of her state of dress, she ran right for the door. Kara anticipated the plan, tackling Jennifer like a rugby player. Fists barraged Jennifer’s face, going straight for the kill. She tried to defend herself against Kara but her strength couldn’t rise to the occasion. Something felt terribly wrong.
“Stop it! I yield!” She-Hulk screamed out, beaten and bloodied.
Kara stood up, smiling. Her entire demeanor changed like a light switch.
“Why am I so weak?” She-Hulk asked.
“You’re not weak. I’m simply stronger than before. Blessing from Master. If you accepted his love freely, you’d easily surpass my physical strength.”
Picking herself up, Jennifer stumbled off to the shower. In the mirror, she saw the open cuts and seeping blood over her green skin.
“I’m not a whore,” she called out from the washroom.
“Neither am I. You think he is going to pimp us out? You have a lot to learn,” Kara answered, sitting back down to continue the book.
The shower took a good half hour. She milked it, not knowing if tomorrow would be a repeat performance. Shampoo, soap, conditioner, the full gambit to feel clean after not showering in a couple weeks. The stench of piss finally gone from her nostrils.
Wrapped in a simple towel, the tall beauty walked out to a wolf whistle. Kara couldn’t help herself, licking perverted lips that lusted for the taste of welcoming flesh. Hearts shone brightly in her eyes, big enough for anyone to see them instantly upon eye contact.
“So anything I want to wear?” Jennifer asked.
“Anything. The best clothes money can buy. Thank Barbara later. Her credit cards.”
“Why do you follow him? He raped you,” Jennifer questioned, looking through the large, oak wardrobe in the bedroom.
“Obedience, respect, lust, love, does it matter? My heart yearns for him, and my heart gets what it wants.”
“You don’t get a twinge of jealousy being a disposable hole in a growing legion? The more heroines he captures, the less times your lust will be sated by him.”
“Nice try, councilor. Play the logic game all you want, but it won’t crack my loyalty. He can ask me to slit my wrists here and now, and I’ll do it, no questions.”
Jennifer kept playing along, trying on clothes in front of the mirror.
“And what has he done to deserve your gift?”
“He made me greater. He filled a void inside me that I never thought would be filled, and made me one of the most powerful beings in the universe.”
“Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.”
“Only to small-minded weaklings who don’t understand a grand vision. You’ll understand soon enough, once you are blessed as one of our sisters in his pantheon.”
Instead of choosing a dress, ranging from regal to slutty, Jennifer chose a simple business suit. It made her relax. A piece of normality from her life as a lawyer.
“If dressing up normal is your idea of not turning him on, he has a suit fetish. It’ll only make him harder for you,” Kara bragged. “I dress up for him daily like that, with six-inch heels. Works better than Viagra.”
“It is for me, not him.”
Kara tossed the book on the table before standing up straight.
“Wait here until he returns, and don’t do anything stupid. The perimeter is guarded, and if I gave you trouble earlier, Diana will double it.”
Kara walked off, switching places with Claire, who came in dressed as a maid. A large tray of food in her hands, displaying a wide range of delicious meals.
“Barbara told us you need a lot of calories. We don’t want you getting malnourished and weak for Master.”
The sight and smell of food made Jennifer’s stomach growl loud enough for Claire to giggle.
“I won’t be bought off with a meal. I won’t join you.”
“No strings. Eat or don’t. I got asked to cook you up a meal, and so I did.”
“He took your mind to make you a cook? Couldn’t he have just ordered out?”
“I can do more than be a cook. But I’m not like you girls. I’m not a soldier like Jill, or a genius like Barbara, and I don’t have any special powers. So I get to play happy homemaker until Master asks me to do some dirty work.”
Jennifer saw the large hearts in Claire’s eyes. Looking into the mirror while combing her hair, she didn’t see any in hers, but how long would that last? The green girl sat down and thanked Claire for the meal.
“Is it drugged? You didn’t spike it with cum, did you?”
“No, Master didn’t tell me to put cum in your food. He wants you to submit to him.”
“He can wait until hell freezes over,” Jennifer spat out.
“He has a lot of patience. Well then, enjoy. I must take care of other matters. I’ve a friend to spend some time with.”
Claire waved and walked off. Jennifer sighed, stomach growling. Piss and slop. The only meal she got since being captured. The smell danced the ballet in her nose, and lips licked themselves unconsciously. Hunger beckoned, and the message flexed stronger than her willpower could hold off.
Jennifer picked up one of the gourmet sandwiches, sinking teeth through the buttery bread. It took seconds to scarf it down. No manners or grace, just barbaric feasting to consume much needed nourishment.
“Dammit, I thought I’d be able to last longer than this,” she whined between bites. “Claire is a good cook. Why couldn’t this come without any strings?”
X
Ven relaxed in the mansion office. Barbara happy sucked him off underneath the desk, throat full of succulent manmeat. He looked over the dozens of papers and reports of potential candidates. What he didn’t know until the night with Jill and Claire, was how the harem would affect his body long-term. All he did was based on instinct and subconscious impulses. He didn’t give it away but his cock splitting in two surprised the hell out of him. Would it split in three, four, ten? Would he become some tentacle monster out of a hentai? What would each addition do to transform him further, or did he reach the apex already?
He needed the new powers and transformation. More women needed more cocks to satisfy them, and unless he started handing out strap-ons to the dommes, he’d need to grow a couple more cocks lest he be awake 24/7 with a girl riding his cock.
“Now this girl looks tasty. Right up my alley. But her power could fuck around with my powers. It’d be best to be extremely cautious with her. Although her blonde benefactor has a sexy mask. What do you think, Babs?” he asked, shoving a picture under the table.
“I can setup a device to nullify her powers so she won’t zap you, Master,” she replied before scarfing the cock again.
“Good girl. How are your legs feeling?”
“Cramped, sir. The feeling is slowly coming back. Thank you so much,” she swooned, tongue lathering up his large set of balls.
Ven tossed the pages in the ‘soon’ pile. There were many piles but the reality was they didn’t know who would come next, or when. All they could do was prepare as if the next top target would pop through the vortex any second. Barbara set up the master computer’s sensors with special programming to detect any incoming vortexes and locations. The device needed a lot of work. Many portals opened up but only a few were stable enough to accurately relay who would appear.
Donna and the others scouted around, snooping and paying off informants to drop a line on new capes appearing around the world. So far, the capes acted like capes on both ends of the aisle. The good guys fought the bad guys. All over the TV and internet were new fights breaking out on the news. One hour a new villain popped up, the next a new heroine to defeat them. Ven remembered the conversation he had with his mother about the subject.
Even though he reveled in the debauchery of the situation fate dealt him, the overall situation worried him. Surely the other pantheons knew the plan and had a response? Would they send a similar entity as himself to use the women he didn’t convert in time? Or would they create a similar vortex to bring the male heroes back for a female version of himself to enjoy? Or something else?
Too many questions, and not enough answers. Venus didn’t give all the details, which worried him. Either she held back for an unknown reason, or this was the entire plan and everything since his awakening and marriage were guesses?
Barbara kept sucking him off, both hands stroking the exposed flesh that didn’t fit down her tiny throat. Each shot of cum from his balls eagerly anticipated. A tonic to correct her long plight. Slowly, feeling returned to her legs. Enough to stand up for brief moments. This service went beyond pleasing her Master, and more towards drinking down his vitality reinforcing nectar.
“Master, cum for me. I need to drink more of your cum. I want to feel my legs fully,” she pleaded, jerking him off. “Won’t you give it to me?”
“My balls never empty, Babs. It is all on you to milk me dry. If you can’t get me to cum, it is your lack of womanly charm,” he said straight up.
“Fine, I’ll suck you off better than the other sluts. I’m not an Amazon like them, but I know a couple tricks to make you melt in my hands like butter,” she spoke confidently.
Tongue out, she added extra length to her bobbing. Saliva dripped from the end, sprinkling his balls lewdly. The entire shaft glistened to the technique. Ven kept composed, reading more files. Even on service duty, Barbara was still his ‘brain’.
“Need anything special to make sure she stays docile?” he asked, showing a picture of a tall, Japanese girl in a green skirt.
“Just some rubber uniforms.”
Loud sucking sounds echoed in the office. She knew he enjoyed it loud and proud, and like a good miner, did everything necessary to get the gold.
“Her?”
Barbara’s eyes watered, strained at rolling her eyes to look at the picture while at full throat capacity.
“A good fireproof uniform.”
The girl in the picture looked similar to the other, just with a red trimmed skirt instead of green.
“You know, I kinda tire of looking through all these pictures. They’ll come when they come,” he sighed, rolling the chair back.
“Yes, Master.”
“I’ll make you a deal, Barbara. Stand up on your own two feet right now, and I’ll bloat your stomach with cum.”
Fire lit up her eyes instantly. Both hands used his legs to steady herself, but she didn’t cheat by using them to lift up like a pommel horse. Legs slowly moved. Knees dug into the rug. It took a couple minutes to get one foot up.
“You think I only took you because of that amazing brain of yours? This determination and drive is something I require for the plans I need to complete,” he encouraged her.
“I’ll do it, Master.”
Nails dug deep enough to draw blood. Legs shook and wobbled, unsteady enough to cause seasickness. The second foot planted into the rug. Legs straightened slowly. Ven’s legs were the only things keeping her from face planting. Five minutes. The length of time for the former gymnast heroine to stand tall and proud.
A couple seconds later, legs gave out again, landing her right into his arms. The thick cock speared her stomach, rubbing up against her secretary uniform. A 1950s throwback, both sexy and submissive.
“Good girl. I know Donna will be as proud as I am to see you slowly getting back to your best.”
Ven kissed her, passionately, groping her large set of tits through the jacket. She moaned, grabbing any part of him in arms reach. They kissed a short while, warming up and getting the juices flowing. The foreplay didn’t stop a couple premature ejaculations, lathering up her skirt and panties. The hot liquid seeped into her skin, straight to the blood stream. Ven knew if his sperm could fix the broken, those already in their prime would be improved beyond measure.
“Take me, Master. Fuck me all night. I need it badly. Don’t you want me to walk and strut for you? Or do you want me to stay a cripple to manhandle, you kinky fucker?”
He smiled, lifting Oracle up and placing her onto the chair. Face first onto the headrest, legs spread wide, he slammed his cock as deep as the wet love canal would accept it. His cock kept her ass upright. Legs exhausted to move or care, Barbara took it all, tongue hanging out of her mouth. The more he fucked her, the more she’d be whole again.
“Harder, faster, please Master, ram my hot, tight cunt with your thick shaft. It is wonderful. I can feel my pussy on fire. It feels so good. I need it more and more. I’ll be a good, obedient slut for you, Master.”
The shaft pulsated, growing bigger, spreading the tiny cunt open wider. Every thrust ignited pleasure clusters inside her pussy, making them ache for touch. Pheromones turned the ignition, making the dam break and gush. Lewd, crude, erotic sounds of sloshing juices filled their ears with each and every thrust. Oracle’s juices matted the chair’s fabric.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed out, nails digging into the woodwork.
Five minutes. A quickie to shoot a load of thick sperm into her womb. Thick like glue, it bonded to her body.
“I have another girl to meet shortly, Oracle. Enjoy feeling your legs a little more,” he smiled.
He wiped off his cock with her hair, playing a fun game to see if she reached a higher level of depravity, where she’d suck his sperm from her locks. Walking off, behind him Oracle slid off the chair, happily sucking up each and every drop to grace the floor.
X
Half an hour later, Ven walked up to She-Hulk’s bedroom. Kara stood outside the door on guard.
“Master, she has been cleaned and fed. Do you need to me guard the inside?” Kara asked.
“No, it is fine. Stay here. I don’t know how long I’ll be.”
Walking inside, he saw the green girl laying on the bed, eyes closed.
“Time for a test,” he thought to himself.
Her breathing was slow, steady, as she appeared asleep. Gently, he sat next to her. A beautiful face, not as perfect as his queen’s, but nonetheless ravishing. Nostrils sucked in air, smelling a slight perfume. He didn’t ask her to wear any. Leaning over, slowly, lips puckered up to gently caress purple painted lips.
Their lips touched a few seconds before her eyes opened up, wild and fierce. Immediately, Jennifer pushed him off and cocked her arm back. Clenched, knuckle bones aimed directly at his cheek bone. Full force, full intensity.
“What the hell!?” she exclaimed, shocked and confused.
The fist stopped a single centimeter from its target.
“What did you do to me?” she hollered.
Power Girl ran in, at the ready, but quickly stood down upon seeing Ven’s hand.
“I told you before, Jennifer, you cannot hurt me or allow me to be hurt by your inactions. I trust this demonstration is enough to convince you?”
“Dammit, dammit, dammit!” she screamed, slamming her fist onto the pillow.
It exploded in a tornado of feathers and fabric, covering the pair.
“Leave us, Kara. Go and have fun with one of your sisters.”
Power Girl happily smiled before leaving. Jennifer clenched her hands tight enough to draw blood.
“Why did you do this to me? Why? I didn’t do anything to you. I don’t even know you.”
“I need you to complete me,” he replied, softly.
“No, I won’t do anything with you, sex freak. I won’t be one of your fuck puppets. I won’t lose my mind to you!”
She-Hulk’s muscles bulged in anger. Again, she tried to punch Ven in the face, and failed the same. Ven laughed at the comment before reaching over to stroke her hair.
“Their minds are their own. Sure, they are forever bonded to me but they do what they want to do. You’re a smart woman, Jennifer,” he said, laying down on the bed. “You’ve met my wife, the one I call my queen. Did you ever clue in that she doesn’t have hearts in her eyes?”
Jennifer breathed heavily, anger still coursing through her veins. She wracked her brain for the information.
“What of it? She is just your puppet. A fancy named puppet is still a puppet.”
“No, not at all. I cannot force someone’s personality to change to something they don’t want to be. No matter how much sperm I jizz into them, make them snort up, feed them or, hell, inject them with a syringe, they only do what they want to do. If they want to act like a ditzy bimbo, it is their choice. If they don’t want to, it is their choice. My queen will never be my puppet. My lover, my general, my soulmate, but never my puppet. The others want to be slaves. Something inside them craves to be controlled, owned.”
“The hearts.”
“I knew you were quick on the uptake. An easy symbol of ownership. I hate skin branding and tattoos. The body is a temple to be worshipped. My queen is my equal. The title isn’t hollow. What happens to you depends on you, Jennifer.”
“I want my own life back. I’m not a caged animal.”
“You look beautiful in the outfit. The perfume smells wonderful, and I do love purple lipstick.”
Jennifer gasped, rubbing her lips.
“When did I put this on?” she thought.
“Take your time. I’m not going to rape you. You’re going to submit to me willingly. I’ll let you rest here tonight before I have Kara bring you back to your prison cell.”
Ven got up to leave. A strong hand grabbed his forearm, stopping him.
“I don’t want to go back to the prison cell. I’m not an animal. But I won’t be your slave.”
“Slaves are not any fun. All their passion fades and flutters like a dying ember. No, I prefer strong-willed women who put up a fight. What greater achievement to stroke a man’s ego?”
“I won’t fuck you tonight. I still have my pride.”
“I can understand why people say pride cometh before the fall, but I find it gives people an edge others don’t have. Don’t give yours up.”
Getting off the bed, Ven leaned over to give Jennifer a kiss on the forehead before heading out of the room. The heroine began sobbing, conflicted over what to do. Torn between two choices.
X
Donna stood on her bed, dressed in full battle regalia minus for a set of panties underneath her metal skirt. She kneeled down, adjusting herself carefully for the newfound experience about to be given to her.
“I’m being selfish by saying I’m happy She-Hulk turned you down tonight, my king,” Donna gasped out.
Both of her holes felt cocks prop their outer walls. Ven put his new power to the test on his beloved wife. The thickening, sexual organs slid easily into her wet holes. Donna bit her lip in ecstasy, keeping perfect balance.
“Fuck, this feels like heaven. I can’t imagine how it is going to feel if you make a third or fourth cock,” she cooed.
His strong hands held onto her waist, guiding her up and down. She did all the heavy lifting, fucking herself on his powerful cocks. Hard, Amazonian thrusts forced every inch possible into her womb and ass. Every inch in-sync with its opposite member. Donna’s eyes rolled back into her skull, twitching uncontrollably.
The cleaned up battle armor turned Ven on the most. Defiling his love in her own suit of armor sent a special thrill down his spine. A piece of his primal brain getting attention, his dominance on display. Reaching up, he choked her. One powerful hand making her own primal brain know who was in control. He held dominant dominion of her life.
“When this is finished, Donna, I’m going to breed you. I’m going to fill your belly full daily until you birth me a child, our child. No one else will get that blessing but you,” he grunted.
Choking made the Roman Amazon gush madly. Mini-orgasms set off like a minigun on full bore. Small but constant. Her body stopped moving except for spasmatic twitching. Ven flipped the woman on her stomach. Face down, ass up, he pounced, happily double-penetrating her again.
“You’re better than all the other bitches combined, my queen,” he bragged, yanking her hair.
Lips bled from strong, self-imposed, bite marks. Semi-conscious, she still had enough wherewithal to show off her charms, to show off her lust. Every thrust taken like a champion, her body craved it harder and faster.
Their bodies began to glow in the moonlit, mansion chamber. Their lust ignited powers deep within Ven. Cum filled her like a broken tap, unending and uncontrollable. Humps were lewd and loud. Jizz splattered on each smack.
“More, fuck me harder, my king. Use me as your conduit. I’ll take anything you give me. I’ll drink hundreds of galleons of your jizz, and then puke it all up to bathe in its magnificence.”
Fingers dug into the bed, piercing the mattress. Donna could feel herself become stronger. She couldn’t help but smile at their depraved situation. All it took to be better than her sister was to get hilted like a bitch in heat.
Ven took a glob of cum and rubbed it into Donna’s face. An energetic tongue dashed out, licking it all up. The quicker she lapped it up, the quicker he pasted more there. A complete and utter mess. Any painstaking crafted makeup got smeared and whored. She looked like Diana the night the heroine met her husband.
“More, harder, don’t hold back,” she encouraged him. “Fuck your queen unconscious and use my body to sate your unending lust.”
Both cocks pulled out. Jizz shot out like a cannon, covering the gaped open holes. Filled to the brim like reservoirs, Ven stuffed them up again with his cocks. The sperm lanced the air like volcanos erupting. The once clean, pristine armor now glazed with manseed.
“Fuck my mother. Fuck her like you did my sister. Fuck all the Amazons, and fuck Hera too. Fuck them all and turn them into your personal whores!” she screamed out.
Diana stood guard outside the door, hearing all the filthy, nasty shit that Donna said. Well-used cunt lips moistened, turned on uncontrollably. A piece of her knew she shouldn’t be a whore. Hera whispered in Diana’s mind, weakly. She asked her to hold out, to stay strong until help arrived. Lust drowned out the whispers. Lust awakened new desires, as well as jealousy deep in her heart.
“Was this the same jealousy Donna lived with?” she thought.
Diana lusted for her Master, craved his touch in any form. Even a slap to the ass would give meaning to her life. Hearing her sister enjoy Master’s tender love made her heart ache in pain.
“Was this the same feeling Donna felt when I got all the glory? An Amazon is nothing without glory.”
“Fuck my sister! Literally fuck her but fuck me better!” Donna screamed out loud enough for Diana to hear.
These words were not ravings from a madwoman. Donna chose her words. She wanted to break her sister for eternity.
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