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 story 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.

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 stories 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 men in the village or anywhere in the whole valley, there were women of all ages from smiling old crones to infant girls. In fact, she noticed there was a group of beautiful young 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 breast 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 stretch marks through the cloth. And then of course there was her belly button which was being forced out by the ever growing child within.

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 girls 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 tits 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.

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 men 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 man 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 man 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.

Through a rather nice buzz, Wonder Woman reflected that girls so young 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 breasts 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.

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.

"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 tits crushing her own. Wonder Woman realized to her horror that without thinking she was cuddling close to the older 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.

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 sucking 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 tits before. But she loved what this beautiful mature woman was doing to her boobs so much, she couldn't make her stop.

"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 .

"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.

This was insane. A beautiful lesbian 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 pussy 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 young 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 pussy as she was taken away. The Queen held her on the verge of another orgasm until the two young 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 man 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 snatch 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 sucked 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 pussy 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 older 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.

"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.

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.

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."

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 girls 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 young 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 breasts 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 young 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 girls 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 young companions' pussies were slowly leaking from intense sexual excitement.

Wonder Woman appeared almost twice the age of these maidens and her stature and breast 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.

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.

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 breasts 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 split 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 wife 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 model 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 girls 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.

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 boobs grow larger still as she made a baby. She found herself staring at pregnant women and young couples with children and thought how wonderful it must be to be a mother. Was there a biological clock even for Amazons, she wondered?

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

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 breasts 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 breasts 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 breast 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.

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 mother 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 breast 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.

She just hadn't been getting enough exercise and she had been eating like a pig 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 pussy unfilled, but precautions were precautions.

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 masturbate 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 masturbate 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 men 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 father 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.

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 girls 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 mother 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.

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 girls 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 young 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 older sister to all of them and they *loved* her for it. Nights and siestas Wonder Woman usually found a girl sucking her bloated tits 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 older 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 sucking her tit. But, the sucking 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 girl 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 breasts 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.

"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 daughter 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.

"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 cunt full of his semen.

"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 cum 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."

"While you were fucking yourself sill with the girls 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. Young women are dropping out of law schools and medical schools in droves to take care of unexpected babies. Mid-career men 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 mother of twins," Pan beamed.

"That's the best part, my dear!" Pam boomed. "You and your new daughter 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 man 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.

I'm sorry we will have to take your daughter 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.

Pan stepped forward and pushed aside his tunic. He fondled Wonder Woman's breasts for a few seconds until she was moaning in both 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?"

Some of you may remember my story of a while ago "Wonder Woman's Most Fulfilling Adventure." As it ended, our favorite Amazonian Princess was definitely out of the crime-fighting business. The busty ex-super-heroine had just borne a daughter for the tribe's ancient enemy, Pan, and was facing a life of making more babies for the horny god. More to the point of Pan's plot, without a strong feminine role model and unprotected against Pan and Althea his witch Queen, the world was vulnerable to their Pan's schemes to reestablish traditional male dominance over women.

Word of the disappearance of her elder daughter, Diana has reached Queen Hypolite who is about to send her younger daughter, Drucilla to replace Wonder Woman. Before she sends her off, however she REALLY reads her the riot act about "fooling around." We take up the story at this point.

"Drucilla darling, it's not that I don't trust you, but it's just so important, now that Diana has disappeared. You are the only other Amazon that has ever visited the World of Men and only you may be able to find her or at least to replace her. Things are going from bad to worse there for women. And it's all so mysterious. We think some Evil Power may have been involved in what happened to Diana."

"Gee, Mom, I don't see what's so mysterious. You know Diana has always been oversexed. You haven't seen her orgasming like crazy every time some two-bit evil genius ties her up and tries to orgasm her into submission or the way she grinds her hips back onto the member of one of those plantamals that capture her and tries to plant its seed in her. She just got tired of being a technical virgin and shacked up with that Steve Trevor who had been trying to get into her pants for all these years. I guess your daughter was at last getting it so good from old Stevie, she got a little careless and let him put a little bun in her oven. Then, when the opprobrium of being a pregnant Wonder Woman got too bad, she fled into hiding. But don't worry, Mom, I'll find her."

"Oh, dear! Perhaps some of the blame does fall on me. But it IS more complicated than you think, darling. We've made inquires, even talked to Diana's OB/GYN. She was three or more months pregnant BEFORE she started sleeping with that <shudder> military person. Yet she had not lost her superpowers. Apparently she had been impregnated earlier, but without her having "given herself." Her powers only started to fade when she began letting Col. Trevor fuck her."

"I've never told you or the others, but you have to know. The gods only extend our lease on Paradise Island in return for the services of an Amazon. She has to handle all the dirty little chores in the World of Men that the Gods would have to take care of otherwise. But now there is some guy who's rich as Croesus that has offered Zeus billions for the place, wants to develop it as a Club Eros or something. It took everything I could do to persuade him to let us stay long enough to give you a chance.

"Yes, Dru. There is going to be a new little Amazon on Paradise Island for the first time since you were born," Hypolite explained, patting her tummy and not looking all that unhappy about the divine extortion. "At least Aphrodite had taught HIM a thing or two about how to please a woman. And with you going away, well, I guess it'll be nice to have another little girl around the palace."

Now that was quite a revelation, no? Perhaps before we get down to following Dru's exciting adventures, we should take a look at just what little Dru will face in the World of Men. Without our star-spangled superheroine things have gotten pretty bad.

Well, it seems the first to fall was Lydia, whose husband had run off with a cutie that had let him get her pregnant. After weeks of depression (and getting tired of her vibrator every night) Lydia heard about Dr. Althea's public television talk show. After hearing Althea advice getting on with one's life, Lydia thought about it and realized this meant she should be getting her brains fucked out as often as possible. After a few more of Dr. Althea's talks she realized that she deserved a stud muffin of her very one. Not long afterwards Lydia found herself frequenting sports bars and taking up with Ricky from ESPN, a hunky ex-shot putter. Ricky had only to put a few shots into Lydia, and grandmother Worthstein was headed for the maternity ward.

Even before her friends found out THAT little fact, Cindy and Nita noticed that Lydia had not only gotten over her husband's split amazingly fast, but she was suddenly, glowingly happy. They also noticed disturbing changes in Lydia's behavior, -- difficulty in maintaining proper NPR gravitas, a tendency to break out in giggles. Fortunately it was radio, so listeners were unaware of the shocking change in Lydia's wardrobe, daring miniskirts in bright shocking colors, big loopy earrings, high-heel, open-toed sandals. When Cindy or Nita finally confronted her and asked if this had anything to do with a new boyfriend, Lydia just smiled and invited them and their husbands to her SC beach house for a week "to meet him."

To their wives' disgust, Steve and Charles were not as upset at what they heard about Lydia's behavior, but were eager to meet her new beau who had inspired it. Lydia opened the door to the cottage wearing hot pants and a bra-less blouse tied just below her new magnificent set of tits (thanks to healthy doses of vitamin Silicone taken at Ricky's suggestions). Cindy and Nina almost had to break elbows in their husbands' ribs to keep them from ogling. Knowing how to diffuse a situation, Lydia ushered everyone into the sitting room and had everyone high on wine coolers by the time Ricky came in from jogging on the beach.

Though they would never have admitted it, especially with their husbands right there, both Cindy and Nita were rather jealous when they got a look at their friend's new lover. He was Latino and built and it was obvious what Lydia saw in him. The excited host just tuned out her guests for several minutes as she greeted Ricky with a sizzling kiss. Eyes closed, she fondled the prominent erection through his Speedos, while letting him toy with her tits and make her moan from some naughtiness his hand had found to do between her legs. Steve and Charles grinned at each other and scooted closer to their wives who pretended not to look. Eventually Lydia calmed down enough to introduce her "friend."

Cindy and Nita were slightly put off when Ricky sent Lydia to fetch beers for "me and my new buddies," but the breathless older woman gladly jumped up and soon re-appeared with three tall ones, bending over to give her "friend" and the other two men an eye- popping peek at her surgically-enhanced cleavage. "Cindy, Nita, why don't we girls go into the kitchen and fix lunch so the men can talk," Lydia beamed.

The two women rolled their eyes at each other, since neither Cindy nor Nita had cooked a meal in years and so far and they knew, Lydia couldn't boil water either. Wrong! Turns out Lydia had been taking crash gourmet cooking classes because "the way to a man's heart -- and you know his 'what else' <giggle-giggle>-- is through his stomach." That explained why Lydia had been turning down afternoon reporting assignments recently. Though as far as Cindy and Nita could tell, Lydia had no trouble getting to Ricky's "what else."

Once in the kitchen, Lydia was dying to know what her friends thought of Ricky, and didn't he have the most gorgeous abs -- and that's not all -- <giggle> and, <blush> does he ever know how to fuck a woman, and she'd never know how sexy it was to give a guy blow jobs, and she loved the way his come tasted ("and just five calories, what a great diet drink"), but he certainly made it worthwhile because he could eat her to so many orgasms she passed out, and she'd never had sex even twice a day before with her ex, but Ricky did her four or five times, and she was totally in love, and she had just been dying to tell them sooner, but he promised he was going to make her PREGNANT! <breathe>

Nita was totally taken aback by Lydia's non-stop gush. Of course she was flabbergasted that her friend of fif...[oops, it isn't nice to tell a lady's age] would think about letting a man twi ...[watch it!] so much younger than she, knock her up and off her career track. But she was also surprised that Lydia would go down on her new lover, although she was a little envious that a prune-face like Lydia had a sexy guy eating her out regularly. She had blown Charles a few times when they were first married. Like most women who had been around the block a few times before tying the knot (she had lost her virginity -- better said, cast it aside like a used tampon -- at thirteen when she seduced the Sr. High quarterback) she didn't mind the taste. Charles's was better than most. But when she tried to get him to give HER some nice tongue action and he made a face as if she had asked him to drink from the Anacostia, she stopped giving head. It just convinced her what a selfish lover he was and rather cooled her ardor for him. She still fucked him when she needed it, but frankly she was coming to prefer her vibrator. IT always got her off and didn't snore when ITS batteries ran down.

Rather she was shocked and horrified at the disgusting and immoral acts Lydia was admitting to, indeed boasting of! The thought of allowing a man to place his penis in her mouth was distasteful as well as indecent. Steve knew better than to ask! But even more revolting was the idea of allowing a man to touch her private parts with his hands or -- worse -- his mouth.

Cindy knew from experience with Steve what that led to. It was not only sinful, but also dangerous. Their second and third children (of the planned one) had resulted when, in a moment of weakness, she allowed Steve to touch her down there. In no time she was screaming in orgasm and Steve was in her, making her a mommy again.

Instead, he went along with those Post-Counciliar priests who said that sex could be a means of expressing love or even just having fun! Cindy didn't buy it. The nuns had been very specific on that point. She even felt guilty about allowing Steve to fuck her on day twenty-seven. The Pope had said it was OK, but pleasure without procreation felt like cheating.

Still, she did love Steve and knew how he suffered on account of her virtue. She had long ago resigned herself to finding evidences of Steve almost nightly sin with his had. Now here was Lydia, whom she had always thought to be an upright woman, glorying in giving and receiving pleasure not only from out-of-wedlock intercourse, but also from the most perverse acts Cindy could imagine.

Lydia was so wound up from her close encounter with Ricky she wouldn't shut up, describing the size, color and texture of his conk and how he used it as she flung together ham, cheese, bread and chips. Fixing an elaborate lunch was obviously never in her plans, or if it was, getting her titties fondled and her pussy felt had knocked them right out of her head.

Had they never seen one of Dr. Althea's programs, Lydia rattled on. Of course they were on public TELEVISION, (Lydia uttered the word as if naming a lower phylum in the Linnean classification of media, somewhere between molusca and the segmented worms), but the Doctor made such sense and had helped her so much and her noon-time program was on in just a few minutes they just HAD to see it.

There was no opportunity for Nita and Cindy to object as Lydia carefully arranged three sandwiches for the men on a try with more beer, pushed wine coolers into the hands of her friends whom she left to make their own sandwiches and wiggled off to give the boys lunch (and another peek at her boobs).

Hilarious laughter from the sitting room drew Nita and Cindy there double-time. The two women were pretty sure Ricky had made some crude remark about his new girlfriend's new endowments and, far from chastising him for his sexist attitude; their husbands were lapping it up. Lapping it up, in fact, was a pretty good description of what Ricky was doing to Lydia's honkers, when her friends walked in. Ricky he had popped Lydia's boobies out of the pesky blouse, and was using his amazingly long tongue to make the older woman squirm and giggle delightedly.

Their spouses, however, had fallen stone silent. It wasn't hard to tell what had shut them up, though their mouths hung open. The television program that Lydia had wanted them all to see had begun. Their husbands' eyes were riveted to the brilliant oversized screen where a voluptuous woman of indefinite age was talking and flirting with the camera. Both Nita and Cindy began guessing which Miss Clairol bottle her hair had come from, though they supposed that was not what held their spouses' attention. More likely it was the skirt that stopped at least five inches up her thigh or the slit that continued up another two or three. On the other hand, it might also be the set of knockers that seemed to be fairly screaming to be released from a push-up bra and out for manual inspection. But in their heart of hearts both women knew what it really was: the beach-ball belly of the television hostess.

'Men,' thought Nita, as she turned her attention to the television. As she suspected this Dr. Althea was just an upscale version of the silly psychobabble found on AM talk radio. Good communication was important between partners? What a cliche. Wait, did she hear that right? Women were always eager to please their men but needed to be told clearly exactly how to please them? "Loving but firm instruction is what we need," the televised image said. "A woman who has been trained to do as she's told around the house will <sly smile> be the kind of sex kitten you want her to be in bed."

There was something wrong about that, but Nita couldn't figure out just what. As she continued watching, it started making more sense. Of course if a man wanted a woman who was hot for him day and night, he had to make it worth her while. Althea realized that some men had never learned that knowing how to eat a woman properly could make her your slave, so she had arranged for a demonstration. Then, right in front of Nita and millions of other viewers, Althea lifted her maternity dress and motioned off camera.

Promptly a burly, hairy man appeared and without saying a word, buried his face in between Althea's legs. For the next forty-five minutes, until Althea became incoherent during her umpteenth orgasm, the nation was treated to the first cunilingus narrated lick by lick ever shown on national television. It was so intense that Nita had to get a little relieve from her own fingers. When she recovered, the program was over and the scene had shifted to banks of telephones. It was pledge week and "the kind of quality programming you have just seen cannot survive without your generous support." Steve and Charles had their checkbooks out, scribbling furiously.

'Men,' thought Cindy, as she turned her attention to the television. As she suspected this Dr. Althea was just an upscale version of the silly psychobabble found on AM talk radio. Of course good communication was important between partners. Wait, did she hear that right? Women needed constantly to ask their partners what they could do to please them better, how they could be sexier and more accommodating in bed? That was bullshit, she thought as she continued watching. It was perfectly obvious how to please a man. They were all just overgrown fourteen-year-old boys. After all, a bombshell like Cindy Robins didn't need advice from this blond bimbo. A little red leather miniskirt would knock Steve's sock off! Some high heels would put a wiggle in her walk that would get her fucked as often as he could get it up. She didn't have to ask Steve anything. The erection he'd get when she met him at the door wearing nothing but heels and a big pink bow around her neck would tell her all she needed to know.

Apparently Ricky and Lydia didn't need to watch a program about improving communication. Rickey had Lydia laid back on a couch and was communicating about a third of his large cock into the pussy of the spasaming woman who was crying out for more. "Ricky, darling, don't tease me like that. I need it all in me! Fuck me baby, fuck me!

Nita had been a little worried about how docile and submissive Lydia had been around Ricky. Now she was relieved to see that when Lydia told Ricky clearly what she wanted done, he did it. As the young man lengthened and deepened his strokes and Lydia's moans turned to shrieks of ecstasy, Nita looked at Cindy and then at Charles and smiled. "I think I need a good long <pause> nap," she said and headed down the hall toward the bedrooms.

She wouldn't shut up about how affectionate Steve was, how good looking, how intelligent, how successful, how attentive and how he fucked her brains out night and morning. Cindy, it turned out had knees after all, though few noticed them when she started showing so much flesh to the north. Three, then four, and finally five inch heels replaced the drab flats she wore and suddenly her arms grew bracelets and bangles and her fingers and toes were painted in a dazzling sequence of colors. The topper was when she bent over one day to reveal a small heart tattooed just inches below her ass-cheeks.