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Authors name: Homer Vargas
Story title : Wonder Woman's Most Fulfilling Adventure
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This takes off from and uses some scenes and
language from another with a similar title,
author unknown to me, but I have taken the idea in
a different direction.
Wonder Woman's MOST FULFILLING ADVENTURE
By Homer Vargas (the_story_writer@Yahoo.com)
The day began like many others would for our
superheroine friend with the usual easy capture of
common criminals and petty thieves. But it would
end like no other, for our sexy super heroine
would begin an adventure like none she had
experienced before, one that would change her life
completely.
Our began routinely enough in the
steamy jungles of South America with the eruption
of a volcano near a small native village at the
headwaters of the Amazon. The volcano erupted
with astounding ferocity, shooting ash and lava as
far as the eye could see. The lava's roaring
torrent ate away at the landscape as it rushed
down toward a tiny isolated village.
The village could have been there for
thousands of years thus, its inhabitants had
thought the giant monster to the North was but a
distant memory to a time that had long since
passed. Now suddenly their village was faced with
certain annihilation.
That morning Wonder Woman had helped in the
apprehension of a couple of bank robbers. This
afternoon she was flying the South America patrol
for the Justice League of America when she noticed
the volcanic eruption and saw the plight of the
village. She turned her invisible plane around at
once, knowing that she was the village's only
hope. Within minutes she was over the site. With
the lava rushing toward the village she realized
there was no time to spare. From in her plane she
lassoed a large bolder and with all the power the
plane could muster lifted the bolder and placed it
on top of the volcano's crater, diverting the lava
flow harmlessly in another direction. In this way
she was able to stem the lava's forward progress.
Only when she was sure that the danger from
the volcano was past did Wonder Woman land her
plane in a clearing next to the village. There
she was greeted by a throng of women who bowed
down before her and worshipped as if she were a
goddess. Wonder Woman tried to explain that she
was not a goddess, (Of course she is a goddess in
any *man's* book.) and said she only did what any
superheroine would have done. Never having read
Marvel Comics, however, the women did not
understand this explanation but insisted she come
with them into the village for a feast. Wonder
Woman graciously accepted the invitation.
It was a beautiful village with neat thatched
huts and fields around were laid out
geometrically. As she looked around she became
aware that there was something odd about the
village. It was *too* pretty, *too* orderly.
There was no trash lying about. The lanes were
lined with white stones that matched almost
perfectly. The thatch of the huts was evenly
trimmed and the mud walls were all painted in
bright cheerful colors. Each hut had a window box
of plants. Rows of flowers were interspersed
among the lush crops. Cows had bows around their
necks and pigs were squeaky (Agggh!) clean . The
village seemed so... *feminine.*
That was it! Wonder Woman realized that
there were no *men* around. When she inquired and
explained what she meant, the women just laughed.
Yes, there were and legends about another
kind of human -- larger, smellier creatures,
totally unsuited to village life. Perhaps some
lived on the other side of the mountains, but none
of the women had ever seen one. They knew of no
other people but themselves. Their valley was cut
off on three sided by the sheer flanks of the
volcano and the river exited through an impassible
gorge. As Wonder Woman saw the amazing variety of
crops produced on the rich volcanic soil, the
fruit that could be gathered from the jungle, and
the large number of domestic animals, she could
see how the village was able to exist comfortably,
though completely isolated off from the outside
world. They received and needed nothing from the
outside but, except...
Then Wonder Woman came to another shocking
realization. Although there were no in the
village or anywhere in the whole valley, there
were women of all ages from smiling crones to
infant girls. In fact, she noticed there was a
group of beautiful women that all seemed to
be about eight months pregnant. One doe-eyed
beauty typified the others, looking ever so lovely
with her gorgeous round belly and full firm
breasts all of which she somehow just managed to
cover. The clothes on her pregnant body looked
like they were ready to explode so tightly was it
stretched to cover the woman's ever expanding
form. The cloth was light blue in color and
through it you could see the woman's nipples which
stood out, pointed and stiff The cloth was so
tight that it seemed to cup each and made
them seem even fuller which only accentuated every
sensual curve of this pregnant nymph's sexy shape.
Wonder Woman could just about make out the
marks through the cloth. And then of course there
was her belly button which was being forced out by
the ever growing child within.
How was this possible? She wondered. but
decided it was best not to ask the women directly
just then because she felt it might offend them.
Perhaps at the feast she would learn more as
indeed she did -- much much more than she ever
imagined!
Wonder Woman also noticed with a displeasure
she tried to conceal that the women of the village
were very free with their bodies. She saw
kissing each other on the mouth or women giving
one another an affectionate slap on the ass, or
squeezing together in embrace so warm their
must touch. She saw couples drift off only to
come back later flushed and laughing as if they
had been doing something delightfully naughty. In
her prudish way, Wonder Woman attributed this
immorality to ignorance and isolation from
wholesome American culture, though she was too PC
to say such a thing.
The fires were being lit and a sumptuous meal
prepared and as the first flagons of wine began to
be passed around, Wonder Woman got up the courage
to inquire how village women could conceive
without men. The group of smiling village elders
-- gorgeous, voluptuous women in their -- forties?
-- broke into gales of nervous laughter and told
Wonder Woman to come with them. They guided her
outside the village along a carefully tended path.
There in a perfect little grove they showed her a
curious pillar.
The leader explained that they prayed to the
pillar and worshipped it as their god. When the
time came, a group of virgins were presented to
the god and, if worthy, each would bear a child.
The pillar was a long phallic shaped object which
stood some 20 feet in the air. Around it were
dozens of smaller phalluses. At the base of the
pillar there was also an inscription which none of
the women could read. To her amazement, Wonder
Woman saw that the script was a very archaic form
of Greek which she could decipher "Thou who art
come of age, give thyself upon the stone and thou
shalt be blessed with child."
Wonder Woman was tempted to dismiss this
inscription and the women's belief out of hand,
but *something* had to explain how women who had
never been with could bear children. The
pillar fascinated her and she felt herself
strangely drawn to it. As she approached the
pillar she experienced sensations she had never
felt before. She was suddenly more aware of her
sexuality and try as she might to avoid it, sexual
images of herself with a large, harry flooded
her head. The closer she got to the statute the
hornier she found herself and the more realistic
the fantasy. She saw herself lying on the ground,
her legs spread obscenely with an expression of
total ecstasy on her face as the harry fucked
away at her vigorously. Her arousal was so
intense that if the other women hadn't been
looking she probably would have masturbated right
there!
Fortunately for her dignity, someone called
the group to come back of the village for the
feast. Moving away from the phallus the sensation
diminished and Wonder Woman was able momentarily
to put out of mind how horny being near the pillar
had made her.
Of course she was led to a place at the head
of the table where she was seated at the side of
the beautiful Queen Althea. During the feast,
however, Wonder Woman's mind kept wondering back
to the sensations she had experienced in the
presence of the pillar.
The native wine was good and surprisingly
potent. Wonder Woman realized she would have to
be careful not to drink too much, but without
realizing it she allowed Althea to keep refilling
her glass until she was quite as tipsy as the rest
of the women. Only Althea remained sober.
At the table next to hers, Wonder Woman
noticed a group of that all appeared to be
about sixteen who were being served from a special
pitcher. Through a rather nice buzz, Wonder Woman
reflected that so shouldn't be
drinking. The judgmental superheroine would have
done better to pay attention to her own behavior
rather than worrying about others', for in her
haze she did not notice that her own cup was also
being filled from that same pitcher.
As Queen Althea poured her still another cup
of the special wine, Wonder Woman found herself
thinking about how badly she wanted sex. She felt
a tingling sensation in her and between
her legs. She noticed that her nipples were
distended and that the moisture oozing from her
pussy had produced an expanding wet spot in her
tight blue and star hot pants. Embarrassed, she
hoped Althea did not see it. The urge to reach
down into her briefs and get her self off returned
and became almost unbearable.
Shaking her head to clear her mind of such
thoughts, Wonder Woman looked around and was
shocked. The feast was turning into an orgy. A
sexual frenzy had come upon the women who very
publicly were kissing and feeling each other up or
even 69-ing on mats that had been laid out by the
tables. She turned to Althea expecting the Queen
to stop this disgusting, though arousing, display
of public immorality.
"The spirit of the god is upon us. It is
beautiful is it not?" the Queen said with a serene
smile, seeming to defuse Wonder Woman's unspoken
disapproval. "It is the night of the
Presentation. It is fitting that women express
our love, our desire for one another," she
explained looking deep into Wonder woman's eyes.
"We love you, too, Beautiful One." Before the
astonished Amazon could reply, the Queen placed
her hand behind Wonder Woman's neck and was
kissing her full on the lips.
Wonder Woman's first instinct was to reject
the overture, but with her reflexes dulled by the
wine, she hesitated. The Queen's kiss lingered
and became more passionate. The Queen's arms
slipped around her, pulling her close, the
voluptuous woman's large crushing her own.
Wonder Woman realized to her horror that without
thinking she was cuddling close to the woman
and kissing her back! Her tongue and the Queen's
were writhing together like love-sick snakes What
was happening to her? Maybe it was the wine or
that blasted pillar. She had never done anything
like this before.
A wave of revulsion and shame swept over her
and with an effort of will power she broke the
kiss. "Queen Althea, I thank you for your
hospitality, but I really must go," she managed to
make herself say. "It's a long journey back to my
country," she said, her voice quavering from
barely suppressed lust. The Queen would know that
she was only making an excuse, that seeing women
making love to women made her uncomfortable, but
she wanted to be polite.
The Queen continued to smile regally at her
and did not seem offended. "Oh please do not
leave us just now, Beautiful One. The feast has
just begun. You must stay for the Presentation.
Is there nothing I can do to make you change your
mind?
Wonder Woman was about to say "no," but the
words never got the chance to form. The Queen,
answering her own question, slipped a hand into
Wonder Woman's costume and took possession of one
of her tits. "Do you not enjoy a woman's
pleasures?" Althea whispered and kissed her again.
"Stay, Beautiful One, and I will pleasure you."
The bolt of erotic sensation that shot through
Wonder Woman left her weak, too distracted to
object. In a kind of erotic daze, Wonder Woman
allowed the Queen gently to pull her down onto a
nearby mat and to begin first one then
another of her sensitive Amazonian jugs in
earnest.
Wonder Woman's head swam. She felt giddy,
totally overpowered by a strange desire. She knew
this was totally wrong. She had never allowed
anyone, woman or man, o fondle her before.
But she loved what this beautiful woman was
doing to her so much, she couldn't make her
stop. Wonder Woman's breath grew short and she
felt a warmth almost like liquid fire growing
inside her. Great Zeus she was about to come and
the woman hadn't even touched her cli...
"No! NO! Aiiiiiii" Wonder Woman screamed in
ecstasy. Her body was convulsed by an intense
orgasm as soon as the Queen's finger had touched
her clitoris. She may have blacked out for a few
seconds. When she opened her eyes again, the
Queen was staring down at her lovingly .
"That was good, Beautiful One. You needed
pleasuring, didn't you?"
Wonder Woman could only look up at her in
dazed confusion and nod her head `yes'.
"I could see your need, Beautiful One, in
your too rapid steps, the way you spoke too fast.
You were tense and your mind was filled with many
things a woman should not trouble with. You will
lie tonight with me. I will relax you, ... take
away your cares.... I will fill you with
pleasure, ... and empty ... your mind," she added
ominously, but Wonder Woman didn't catch the hint
of danger. The Queen continued slowly to finger
the overpowered superheroine's pussy.
Wonder Woman thought dizzily she should
leave, but the orgasm had left her disoriented and
the words of her beautiful companion rang true.
She did need to relax. She had been working
virtually twenty hours a day for weeks. As Diana
Prince she had a high-pressure job as a lawyer and
as Wonder Woman she was constantly on call. On
call! She started. She should be off to continue
her patrol right now, she thought something like
panic gripping her chest. Althea saw Wonder
woman's reaction and quickly spoke a few words.
The queen's voice and magic hand between her legs
stopped Wonder Woman's thought in mid-formation,
calming her instantly.
"You shout too loudly when you come into a
woman's pleasure, Beautiful One. We shall
continue, but you must accompany with me to my
quarters. It will be more ... seemly.
This was insane. A beautiful had
just seduced her and now wanted to take her away
to her quarters and fuck her senseless? `No
way!'. Then she felt the Queen's magic hand move
within her again and a new wave of desire
swept over her. She needed the promised release.
There was no way she could refuse. The orgasm
this time was not instantaneous. She felt it
build up -- slowly, deliciously, inevitably. But
when it burst over her, Wonder Woman was utterly
transported!
Wonder Woman's recollections after that
orgasm were hazy. Perhaps two women helped
steady her as the Queen lead her from the banquet
to the Queen's quarters. She was pretty sure that
the Queen's fingers never left her as she
was taken away. The Queen held her on the verge
of another orgasm until the two women gently
put her to bed. "Now we can take our pleasure in
private, Beautiful One," the Queen said as she lay
down beside her and took Wonder Woman in her arms
again.
No, this could not be happening to her, but
then she felt the Queen's lips on her lips ... the
`other' ones. Oh no, oh yes! She was going
down for a woman! No mortal could have forced
apart Wonder Woman's powerful thighs, but the
Queen found only the slightest resistance as she
gently opened up Wonder Woman's dripping to
her kisses. The aroused and panting Amazon could
only moan when she felt the Queen's tongue invade
the temple of her self. All questions and caution
were suddenly washed away by another orgasm, as
the Queen gently gently on her clitoris.
The Amazonian Princess lost all track of
time. At some point she saw or rather sensed the
Queen had turned around into the 69 position,
placing her moist just above Wonder Woman's
face. The Costumed Crime-Fighter had never done
this, but in a orgasmic daze, she knew what was
expected. She reached up and pulled the Queen's
dripping crotch to her mouth and began to drink
from the woman's copiously flowing slit.
Soon she was rewarded when the Queen yelped and
came, drenching Wonder Woman's mouth and lips with
her pungent love juice. This triggered yet
another of Wonder Woman's orgasms and then
another as the Queen persistently tongued her slit
and toyed with her clit.
As one orgasm blended into another, Wonder
Woman forgot where she was, who she was, totally
submerged in the giving and receiving of pleasure.
Then -- suddenly? at last? she was aware of the
Queen's rapturous face gazing down at her. "That
was good, Beautiful One. Your body is full of
pleasure. Now you must sleep."
"No, no" Wonder Woman wanted to say. She
could not go to sleep now. She had to get up,...
had to go to the plane, had to ... but her
unuttered protest was in vain, The Queen's magic
fingers found her sensitive clit once again and
she felt the beginnings of another kind of
volcanic eruption. She could only gaze up into
the Queen's eyes.
"Yes, Beautiful One, you had much pleasure
and now you are very tired. You are totally
satisfied, but so much pleasure has exhausted you.
Just a little more pleasure will make you sleep."
Wonder Woman could not focus clearly on the
Queen's words, the approaching orgasm didn't let
her.
"It feels good, Beautiful One. You love what
I am doing to you, making you feel so calm and
relaxed. Your eyes are heavy. Close them and
drink the final draught of pleasure. The pleasure
makes you very drowsy, ... very drowsy...."
"Something ... wrong," Wonder Woman thought
as waves of sleepy arousal lapped ever higher
against her mind's defenses. "Got to fight it....
She's... trying to hyp hypnotize me..."
"It' no use fighting me, Beautiful One, you
are too sleepy Your desire for more pleasure is
too much. Sleep.... Sleep!"
"No, no" her terrified brain cried out, but
her body's demands were too strong. With a final
caress of Wonder Woman's rigid sex bud the Queen
brought the horny Amazon to a final, sense-numbing
orgasm. The last resistance of her powerful mind
was swept away by a flood of erotic sensation and
she fell deeply asleep in the Queen's arms.
The Queen looked down with relief at the
entranced Amazonian Princess. She had done it!
The most powerful woman in the universe had
succumbed just as her Master had said she would.
The drugged wine had worked, she laughed. It had
made the silly superheroine so horny, it had been
easy to seduce and entrance her. "Sleep well for
now, Wonder Woman" she now said to her insentient
adversary, "Soon comes the Presentation and you
are the `guest of honor.'" A grin of evil
satisfaction shown from the Queen's face
*****
Hours later Wonder Woman half awoke on the
bed in the Queen's chamber. She was feeling
wonderful, tingling with excitement as if she knew
something important was about to happen but not
what it was. Outside it was still dark, but there
were sounds of a pipe, beautiful, erotic notes,
the same piping, now that she though about it,
that she had heard in the grove of the phallus.
Again she was aware of the need to leave this
strange village, but the piping music held her.
She was about to look outside when the Queen
walked in.
"I hope you had a good nap, Beautiful One.
The time has come for the Presentation. It is the
most solemn ceremony of the year."
"Thank you, Queen Althea, but I really must
be leaving. You see I have ..."
"Nothing to do that is more important than
attending the Presentation," said the Queen
authoritatively waving her hand in the eyes of the
astonished superheroine.
Wonder Woman blinked in confusion. The Queen
was right again. There was nothing more
important. The mere mention of the mysterious
Presentation had stirred anew the feeling of
excitement, sexual excitement. "As you say, Queen
Althea," she replied with a strangely calm voice.
"But you cannot attend dressed as you are, my
dear," said the Queen with a mysterious smile.
"You are not properly attired. Your strange
clothes reek of power, almost defiance. They are
not fitting garments for a woman who is to be
presented to the god. You are to become the god's
vessel, waiting to be filled. Your raiment must
show meekness and docility."
Had Wonder Woman heard correctly? *She* was
not being presented to the god. "Well," grinned
Wonder Woman, "I'm really NOT a very meek and
docile ..."
The Queen ignored her silly prattle and
clapped her hands. Two lovely nymphs appeared.
The same ones...? "Prepare the Beautiful One for
the Presentation," she ordered
Then she turned back to the confused Amazon,
"You will relax and let your attendants take
charge of everything."
Wonder Woman suddenly felt an almost erotic
tranquillity come over her, so much like earlier
tonight after the Queen had first gotten her off.
She hardly knew what the two were doing as
they led her thither and yon, petted her and
bathed her, toweled and perfumed her. Their hands
were never far from her nipples and playfully
teased her moist crack. She felt wonderful and
more ... more *femenine* than ever in her life.
"Now we will apply the unguents to prepare you for
the Presentation," said the taller of the two.
"Rest there."
The powerful woman warrior allowed the two
lithe women to lead her back the bed where
the Queen had made love to her. Gently they lay
her down and begin to massage her. First they
poured warm oils on her back and shoulders. She
sighed as she inhaled the pungent vapors that sent
her mind drifting elsewhere. Surprisingly strong
fingers flew up and down her back and especially
her large round ass. Wonder Woman felt the
reawakening of arousal as soft hands kneaded her
buttocks and inner thighs, Then she found herself
face up, gazing into the excited faces of her two
attendants.
"Your body must glow for the God," one said
and more oil was pored over her shapely naked
figure. The pretense of massage had long since
disappeared, but this did not register with Wonder
Woman's lust-befuddled brain. The two women fell
to work bringing the dreamy superheroine to full
arousal. One caressed her large sensitive
while the other began a stealthy but inexorable
invasion of her womanhood. Slowly they stoked the
Amazon to a fever of arousal, but following their
Mistress's orders, were careful not to allow her
the release of orgasm.
Wonder Woman's eyes were closed and she was
moaning softly when the Queen appeared once again.
"Well done, my sweets. She appears to be in total
readiness," she whispered to the two women,
dismissing them. "Come, now, Beautiful One. Your
sisters await you."
Taking Wonder Woman by the hand the Queen bid
the somnambulistic superheroine rise. She opened
her eyes to gaze into the Queen's but saw little
else so strong was her almost trance-like arousal.
Gently the Queen slipped a simple and very short
shift over her sculpted shoulders. In front it
hung from her jutting tits, distended by arousal.
In back it caressed her full rounded ass. Nothing
covered her sex. She felt wonderfully,
deliciously open and vulnerable.
Wonder Woman was taken to join a dozen
similarly dressed women with dumb, happy
expressions on their faces that matched her own.
If she could have taken notice, Wonder Woman would
have seen they were the same that had been
served from the special pitcher at the banquet.
Were not her super senses dulled by the spell of
lust, she would also have smelled the surrounding
musk of females ready for sex. Like Wonder
Woman's, her companions' pussies were slowly
leaking from intense sexual excitement. Wonder
Woman appeared almost twice the age of these
maidens and her stature and size made her
stand out from the rest, a mature, fully ripe
woman among mere nymphs. Hidden, masculine eyes
admired the sight of the sex-transfixed Amazon.
The beautiful piping led them outside the
village to the mysterious pillar. They walked
around the great phallus three times, gazing
upward at it reverently. Each chosen woman was
then placed before one of the smaller phalluses
that encircled the powerful symbol towering above
them. Most of the phalluses were eight to twelve
inches long. The smaller women were placed before
the smaller objects. Wonder Woman's bliss-numb
mind did not take in that she was positioned
before the largest, a fourteen inch monster that
had been laved and glistened with oil.
"This is the hour, Little Sisters. Your
yearnings are fulfilled. This is the hour of your
Presentation! Give yourselves freely, and may you
be found worthy." the Queen intoned. Then each
woman was led to her phallus. Gentle hands helped
her to lower herself onto the object so it slid
smoothly into her moist cunt. Wonder Woman felt a
momentary discomfort as the hands helped her
impale herself, but she was well lubricated, her
cunt loose from uncounted orgasms, and the massive
cock slipped inside her effortlessly. Immediately
any discomfort was replaced by unbearable
pleasure. Slowly at first she began to ride up
and down on the stone prick.
As Wonder Woman began to writhe in growing
excitement, her orgasm beginning to build, unseen
hands grasped her kneading them and
pinching her nipples to increase the sensation.
Others stroked and teased her clit. Ecstasy such
as she had never known rushed up at Wonder Woman
from her loins. Heavenly fire seem to spread from
her crotch to her and throughout her body.
An orgasm that made those of earlier that night
pale, erupted within her, racing from fingers to
toes and back, again and again. She the
night air with her brays of lustful pleasure, but
her cries of defeat were drowned by the wails,
sobs, moans, and shrieks of a dozen other
simultaneously orgasming women. She continued to
thrash helplessly as she came again and again. As
at last she tired and slowed. As her orgasmic
high, gradually faded she slumped toward
unconsciousness. Strong masculine hands were
waiting to lift her from the stone.
*****
An hour later the God Pan, satisfied in more
ways than one, smiled down at the still sleeping
Amazon. How he had longed for and plotted for
this night. He had established this colony of
brainwashed women here years ago, populating it
with his daughters. Vulcan had helped by
releasing the volcano's power. His beautiful
witch Althea had cast a spell to give the
phallus its erotic power. Pan's scheme was
proceeding well. Wonder Woman would cease to
pollute the world as a role for a generation
of women, women who were too smart, too
independent. "No more, Amazon," he smirked. "No
more!"
*****
In the bright sunlight of the next morning,
everything of last night seemed like a dream. The
grateful women of the tribe gathered around the
airplane waving good bye to the happy
superheroine. Only the Queen seemed more subdued.
"Remember us, Beautiful One. You can always come
back here. No matter what happens out there in
the World of Men, we will always love you."
Glowing with fond if hazy memories of the
magical night she had spent in the village, Wonder
Woman flew sleepily away, back to her world of
crime fighting and, as Diana Prince, high powered
legal battles. But she could not put aside the
memories of the village of happy women, especially
the image of those gorgeous pregnant she had
seen and their eagerness to have a baby. Sadly,
it was something her calling could never allow her
to experience in either personae.
Within a few days everything seemed back to
normal, except that the horniness Wonder Woman
first felt before the pillar would not leave her.
For the first time in her life she found herself
spending a lot of time with her legs open and her
hands in her pussy. She just had to get off
constantly! And with every orgasm, which seemed
to get more intense as the days went by, came
unbidden thoughts of motherhood. How glorious it
would be, she fantasized, to see her own belly
swell, her own big grow larger still as she
made a baby. She found herself staring at
pregnant women and couples with children and
thought how wonderful it must be to be a mother.
Was there a biological clock even for Amazons, she
wondered?
The fascination with pregnancy even invaded
her dreams in which she saw her cute silky-smooth
tummy expending and growing larger. She awoke
from these dreams about pregnancy hornier than
ever, but she tried to dismiss them. She could
never allow herself to become pregnant. She was a
modern girl, holding down two very important jobs.
If she became pregnant, how she could possibly
continue in her crime fighting efforts. In her
case pregnancy was even more impossible since if
she ever willingly gave herself to a man, her
super powers would fade. With growing efforts,
she tried to keep these fantasies in the
background.
Disturbing as these fantasies were, Wonder
Woman did not became concerned until she
discovered that they seemed to be having a
psychosomatic effect. Was it just her
imagination, or were her actually larger
and fuller, making her lycra top cling to her
Amazonian like seran wrap. No, it wasn't her
imagination. Diana measured and found her bra
size had gone from a size 36D to 39E. Moreover,
having her now swollen cramped into that
tight lycra top with her nipples being as
sensitive as they were, made her extremely horny.
Her pants became wet within minutes whenever she
was in her Wonder Woman costume which she found
herself avoiding.
At her apartment one day as she walked past a
shiny metal cabinet, she noticed her reflection.
She marveled at how large her had grown
and how they looked as if at any moment they would
rip through the lycra top. Her nipples were
standing straight out and she could see clearly
the definition of where her ended and her
nipples began. Although her nipples had stood out
before there seemed to be something different
about the way they protruded now, as if they were
preparing themselves to be suckled.
Moreover, she noticed that her whole body
seemed to be growing rounder and softer. She took
a closer look at her reflection and felt a little
shock. Did she see a small definable bulge where
a few days before had been only the hard flat
stomach of a superheroine? Now that she thought
of it, her already tight fighting shorts had been
getting more difficult to wiggle into with each
passing week since she had visited the village.
Her shorts now came up just past her belly
button leaving half of her tummy exposed, and she
could see that her belly button was being forced
slowly but surely outward. Her blue shorts seemed
to cup and cradle that little bulge like a
cradling an infant in her arms. She placed her
hands on her stomach and marveled at how sexy that
little curve seemed to make her look. Especially
since the tight fitting blue shorts seemed only to
accentuate that curvature of her rounded tummy.
It made her hot!
She hurried to her bedroom to change out of
her outfit and to get herself off. She put on a
sheer satin white nightgown which only accentuated
the changes in her body. The gown made her
jetting look like two missiles that were
getting ready to blast off into the stars. It
clung to her little stomach showing a clearly
definable round little sphere. She walked to her
bed and climbed in covering up with the soft silk
sheets. The combination of the sheets clinging to
her body and the shadows of the room only made
that cute little bulge of her stomach seem larger.
She was rubbing herself vigorously, near dozing
off after a third orgasm when she became fully
aware of the implication of the changes which had
occurred in her body could mean.
Could she actually be...? Of course not!
She had never slept with a man. She just hadn't
been getting enough exercise and she had been
eating like a recently -- ice cream, pickles,
the weirdest things. "Get a grip, girl," she told
herself. "Tomorrow you start back exercising," as
another orgasm put her to sleep for the night.
Wonder Woman might not have liked her new
look, but Steve sure did and pestered her for
dates more than ever. Horny as she was, it was
getting harder to turn him down. At last one
night she let the delighted officer come in for a
nightcap, as Diana was "out." Just one glass of
wine seemed to hit her like a bombshell. Steve
saw what was happening and before she knew it, he
had his hands in her pants. Only by the most
extreme force of willpower did she force herself
to push him away and send him off confused and
seething. As soon as the door closed her own hand
flew to the site Steve's had just vacated and she
brought herself to a screaming crashing orgasm.
That was too close! It was time for her to go on
the pill.
A few days later she showed up for the
appointment with the OBGYN Batgirl recommended.
She hated the sly look of triumph on her younger
rival's slutty lips. The self-righteous Amazon
certainly had no intention of sleeping around like
the promiscuous Bat-slut who seldom spent a night
with her unfilled, but precautions were
precautions.
The doctor asked Diana to undress. With some
embarrassment she did so, never having let a
see her naked before. Why was he just smiling at
her? "You can get dressed and come into my office
Miss Prince"
"What's wrong?" she asked a few minutes later
as she sat across from the smiling doctor. "I
thought you needed to examine me completely before
giving me a prescription for contraceptives."
"You should have thought about contraceptives
a long time ago, lady." he lectured.
"You're three and a half months pregnant!"
Back home, once the initial shock of being
pregnant wore off, Wonder Woman tried to
understand how this could have happened. Then she
recalled the tremendous orgasm that she had as she
rode that strange stone in the village. She also
realized that the dreams and fantasies about
pregnancy had started as soon as she returned from
there So the beliefs of the village women were
true! In some mysterious way that phallic-shaped
pillar did have the power to impregnate a woman,
even a Wonder Woman!
Strangely, she was not really upset because
of the joy that she now felt over having a baby.
In fact she started growing horny with the
anticipation of what it would feel like as her
belly grew with each passing day. Her hormones
were raging so strongly at the thought of being
pregnant that she could no longer control herself.
She lay in bed and began to over and
over bringing on one orgasm after the other until
she was struck by a wonderful thought. She was
already pregnant; she didn't have to at
all!
Steve was surprised when a leering Wonder
Woman showed up unannounced at his apartment. He
was shocked and delighted when he heard why she
had come. As Wonder Woman tried to fuck him for
the fifth time that night, however, he was no
longer so delighted. Wonder Woman, too, was
disappointed to find out that had so little
stamina. How did mortal women make do with only
one of them? Nor did Steve's cock compare to the
phallus in the village, she thought.
*****
At first Wonder Woman tried to continue her
career, but pregnancy made it increasingly
difficult. For example, one morning her crime
alert went off sending her whisking off in her jet
to stop a bank robbery. On the way, however, she
found herself suddenly feeling ill. She felt so
sick that she had to land the plane so that she
could get out and vomit. This was strange she
thought because she had never been sick before.
Still, she felt so bad, she decided the only thing
to do was to return home. It was only a bank
robbery, she thought; the police could handle that
themselves.
Shortly afterwards, Wonder Woman had a
terrible row with Steve. His pride at having
knocked up Wonder woman turned to fury when he
figured out she had been well pregnant before they
started sleeping together. He assumed she was
going to name him as the and ask for child
support. That made Wonder woman livid. Steve
said some terrible things about her and demanded
to know who she had been sleeping around with,
insinuating that the little bastard that was on
its way might have little pointy bat ears. That
made Wonder Woman so mad she refused to fuck him
for almost a day.
The police soon stopped calling as Wonder
Woman became more and more unreliable, between
morning sickness and just feeling sleepy all the
time. Diana Prince was fired from her job at the
law firm because as her belly expanded, her IQ
seemed to shrink. She was just too horny all the
time to think logically anymore.
The last straw was when the media got wind or
her condition. Photos in the tabloid Gotham
Gazette of an obviously pregnant Wonder Woman
waddling ineffectually after a bank robber held
her up to ridicule. Rush Limbach pontificated
that "Little who want to play superheroine
should learn to keep their knees together."
Wonder Woman knew she had to escape the
humiliation, but the though of going home to
Paradise Isle was worse that staying in the
Gotham. Her and the other Amazons would
never believe her story, thinking she was just
another oversexed Amazon who had been corrupted by
the world of men. No there was only one place to
go ...
*****
A throng of cheering women greeted Wonder
Woman as she set her plane down by the little
native village. She maneuvered her now swollen
belly out of the cockpit and sent the invisible
aircraft away, back to Paradise Isle never to
return. No one could possible find her now. Here
there would be no shame, no regrets, only love and
acceptance.
Queen Althea was there to greet her.
"Welcome back, Beautiful One. I knew you would
return."
"You did, but how?"
"This," she smiled and patted Wonder Woman's
tight belly. "Of all women at the Presentation,
how could the god `not' have found you worthy?
Let's get you set up in the maternity house."
The women escorted her to a large, airy lodge on
the outskirts of the village. Wonder Woman looked
around and noticed that all the other that
had been Presented that moonlit nights months ago
were there and all were in the same marvelous
condition as she. They pointed their fingers at
her big tummy and giggled. She wanted to giggle
back. They welcomed her like one of their own, as
she was, just another horny, knocked-up
woman. Wonder Woman found that the maternity
house was a big playground where the little
mommies-to-be were just as horny as she was. They
could eat and make love to their heart's content.
She immediately became like an to all
of them and they *loved* her for it. Nights and
siestas Wonder Woman usually found a
her bloated while another snuggled between
her now quite plump legs, lapping her to a
relaxing, sleepy orgasm.
Wonder Woman was neither the first nor the
last whose time came. When her contractions set
in, the women gently led her to the birthing
lodge where they examined her. On determining
that she was indeed in labor, the beautiful
attendant gave her a soothing tea that made her
very drowsy and put her in bed. Speaking in a
sing-song voice and putting her fingers in Wonder
woman's cunt, the midwife brought her to a series
of powerful orgasms that put her into a deep
sleep.
When Wonder Woman woke up she was horny again
and she knew why. She smiled through closed eyes
as she felt one of her sisters her tit.
But, the didn't feel quite like what she
was used to. It seemed both more delicate and
more persistent. As she finally opened her eyes,
she let out a squeak of joy to see a beautiful
little nursing vigorously at her large
exposed breast.
*****
Two weeks later Wonder Woman was back at the
maternity lodge, again happily nursing her rapidly
growing daughter. The plump little angel had
suckled almost thirty minutes at both
before falling back to sleep, drugged by her
mother's rich milk. As always, the experience
left Wonder Woman very much aroused. A nurse had
taken the infant away and she was about to begin
masturbating when Queen Althea arrived.
"I came to see how you're feeling. Are you
all recovered?" the queen asked.
"Oh yes, Althea. The herb baths have me
fully healed and feeling wonderful. Thank you for
coming You have been so good to me, Althea,"
Wonder Woman overflowed. "Being here is wonderful
and I love my new so much. I owe it all
to you!"
Queen Althea smiled back knowingly. With a
hint of hardness in her voice she said, "Well, not
`everything,' sweetie. There is someone else who
had just a little bit to do with it." She
gestured and in stepped a powerfully handsome
horned figure. "Perhaps you should get to know
your little girl's father."
Wonder Woman looked and her happiness turned
to horror at the sight of satyr-god, Pan, the
Amazons' ancient enemy. A thousand thoughts
tumbled through her brain at the same time.
Despair! Treachery! Shame!, but also, to her
chagrin, a powerful physical attraction to the
undeniably macho form before her. The Queen saw
her reaction and waved her hand. Everything but
the attraction disappeared.
"But how....? I thought ... that night ...
the pillar ...?"
"Didn't you learn anything about the birds
and the bees out there in the World of Men?"
Althea asked sarcastically. "Babies don't come
from Paris in a box and they sure don't come from
humping yourself to silly on a granite dildo, my
dear. You got knocked up the same way as every
other woman in the world has. My husband put his
big marvelous prick between those pretty legs of
yours and filled your fertile full of his
semen. You were impregnated by a master cocksman,
darling," she smiled and looked with pride at the
beaming Pan.
Wonder Woman could only gape.
"You were dazed but still in a delightful rut
when we pulled you off of the phallus," Pan
continued. "I had inseminated my daughters
quickly so I could spend the rest of the night
with you. I wanted to make sure you were well
serviced," he grinned. "I climaxed you several
times to ready the body for conception, especially
after the `preparations.'"
"Yes, you see I did more than just hypnotize
you that night to make you horny and submissive,"
explained Althea. "The herbs in the massage oil
my servants used contained large amounts of a
substance very much like female sex hormones.
Breathing those fumes re-arranged your monthly
cycle and made you extremely fertile that night."
"All you needed was my sperm," continued Pan.
"Your conscious mind didn't even know when I laid
you back and put my penis in you, but your reptile
brain knew. I hardly needed to get you into the
best position. You yourself lifted your legs to
my shoulders so that every stroke would slam my
cock deep into your hot cunt. Your hips bucked
and thrust in perfect time with me. Every entry
was deeper than the one before. You began to
orgasm almost as soon as I penetrated you and you
didn't stop until I unloaded a bucket of come in
you."
"But we made sure, Wonder Woman." Althea was
taunting her now. "We kept you on your back with
your legs up on pillows so none of the semen would
run out until my sexy mate could get it up to do
you again. Then he fucked you a second time. We
kept pillows under your ass and plugged your
vagina with a dildo to keep you full of my
husband's potent come all night. I put you
back into a trance so you would sleep. My serving
girls kept working the dildo bringing you to one
soft rolling orgasm after another to promote
conception. There was no way you could have left
the island without being knocked up."
"You'll pay for this, Pan! I'll..." Wonder
Woman snarled.
"Do nothing. You can do nothing," smirked
Althea. "Your powers are already fading. Soon
you will no longer be Wonder Woman."
"You're Wrong, Althea. I lose my powers only
if I *willingly* give myself to a man. The night
of the Presentation doesn't count. You yourself
just said, I was drugged and hypnotized."
"Yes, of course you were. That's why it was
important to send you back to Gotham horny as a
skunk, to learn there that you were pregnant, and
in your despair..." Althea's voice trailed off.
"Oh, no!..." Wonder Woman gasped. "Steve!"
"Yes, Wonder Woman," Althea hissed
triumphantly. "You *willingly* gave yourself to
Steve. Then, when he and everyone rejected you,
you came running here into our trap, as we knew
you would!" Althea beamed.
"With you out of the way, Wonder Woman,
resistance to my plans for the World of is
crumbling. Your sexless strength was a perverse
example to millions of women. Now things are
returning to `normal,'" Pan sneered. "Althea and
I have been traveling around influencing events
and attitudes quite successfully."
"While you were fucking yourself sill with
the in the birthing lodge, Althea started a
popular new talk show on public TV," Pan continued
with a self-satisfied smile. "You would be amazed
how many top women executives, professionals,
scientists after watching Althea have given up the
struggle and let their husbands and boyfriends
make them pregnant. women are dropping out
of law schools and medical schools in droves to
take care of unexpected babies. Mid-career
are finding new opportunities opening up as their
smarter women rivals find they have to stay home
to nurse "surprise" additions to their families.
You might be interested to hear that even Batgirl
hung up her ears when she found she was going to
be the of twins," Pan beamed.
A crushed Wonder Woman began to sob
inconsolably. "What.... what happens to me now?"
whimpered the humiliated and defeated ex-
superheroine.
"That's the best part, my dear!" Pam boomed.
"You and your new will make you home with
us at the Palace. I am going to make you my
Junior Queen. Althea has spent eons practicing
how to please a and she is one hell of a
fuck," Pan smiled affectionately at his elegant
mate. "But she has so many things to do --
traveling with me , casting spells, and all. More
pregnancies would interfere with that . We
decided I needed a younger, stronger mate to do
the child bearing from now on."
"Oh, no! No, No!" cried Wonder Woman, but
her body betrayed her words. She burned with
shame to realize she was terribly aroused at the
thought that this virile creature was going to
breed her ... again and again.
"Oh yes!" Pan gloated. "Although you are no
longer Wonder Woman, you are still a marvelously
strong and healthy woman. I'm going see that you
stay pregnant from now on. You will be a
wonderful baby making machine for me. I'm sorry
we will have to take your away from you
for a while, but as you know, nursing delays the
re-establishment of your fertility; we couldn't
allow that. Now, would you like me to start
breeding you again right now or later this
afternoon when we take you to your new home?" Pan
asked.
Wonder Woman continued to sob softly, but a
very visible wet spot was growing on her gown.
"Well, I guess you have the Wonder Slut's
answer," sniffed Althea.
Pan stepped forward and pushed aside his
tunic. He fondled Wonder Woman's for a
few seconds until she was moaning in bot despair
and arousal, then he pushed her down over a chair,
pulled down her panties, and rucked up her gown.
Positioning his cock at the opening of the weeping
cunt of the ex-superheroine, the smirking god
turned to Althea. "Do you want to wait outside
darling while I impregnate this bitch?"
"Oh no, my Lord. She's almost as much my
project as yours. I want to WATCH!"
The End
Comments welcomed at:
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It's okay to *READ* about unprotected sex
with strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE*
unprotected sex with strangers!! You only have
one body per lifetime, so take good care of it.
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